OKAY SO i'm going to list a few headcannons on my favorite ships, and a little story about how they fell in love and how they react around one another b/c i'm bored
remember that these are based off of my own interpretation of their gijinkas, or more detailed/mature anthro selves. not all backgrounds/stories/settings take place in any town besides what i inserted in.
Freya x Whitney is one of them, definitely. I picture Whitney being the shy, collected type who gets easily flustered when around Freya, who always goes out of her way to come off as attractive and constantly flirts. Freya's the go-getter, and Whitney is the one who prefers to take the safe side of things. Despite how Whitney comes off, she really is a sassy fashionista like Freya, and loves to gossip and have sleepovers. Freya surprised Whitney with a smooch, and that's how their relationship began. They balance themselves off perfectly. I personally adore them as a ship.
Next is Lucky x Ankha
If I were to draw them or really write in-depth, I'd probably alter Lucky to look more like a jackal from the traditional Egyptian history.
Ankha ruled for quite some time, leading an army as the village she protected had been plentiful with fresh food, houses, and a sturdy population. However, after a ruin of an ambush struck the town, things quickly became desolate. People ran away, supplies stolen, humbled city shattered; everything was desecrated.
Frantic, Ankha turned to the gods, soon to be rewarded with nothing in return. Her hope was fading, and she felt as if there was no way to restore her village.
She was right.
Everything was ravaged, and supplies weren't to be found in order to put a roof overtop of residents' heads and feed them. She barely had enough food to keep herself stable, and her pyramid was slowly crumbling.
Lonely, hopeless, and curious, she buried up an old coffin from within a tomb that hadn't been touched for thousands of years. She unsealed the decorative box, only to find a mummified dog. His eyes snapped open, intimidating Ankha. She cowered, only to listen to him speak in a harsh tone.
Yet frightened, they began to socialize, and soon became close companions. Lucky promised to aid her in recovering her long lost community, and began to follow through with it. But what Ankha didn't realize, was that all she wanted was to stop being so lonesome. All of the individuals that had fled carried on with their lives elsewhere, and fixing the town was for own selfish gain. But, with Lucky by her side, she hadn't longed for it as much as before, so she stopped the production of repair.
She decided to allow Lucky to rule by her side as a well-respected emperor, and stood beside one another for decades to come.
mmk long next and last one. probably will be just as long whOOPS
Kabuki x Marshal
Kabuki had grown, only to be trained in order to be transformed into a well-rounded fighting machine. He worked from a mere age, completing tasks and fulfilling sessions as instructed.
Marshal was just a humble, sassy yet stereotypical 'pretty-boy' who came from lots of money. He lived in a gorgeous, elaborate and traditional Japanese-themed sanctuary, and usually clad himself in a floral pink kimono. His duties were to put on dance performances and entertain. He was also a server at his family's colorful sushi shop.
One night, Marshal went out for a midnight stroll throughout the forest. Warmth, a gentle breeze that ever-so-slightly bristled the cherry blossom trees' leaves; peace.
Marshal still felt uneasy despite all the loveliness and solitude that corrupted him. There was something watching him, and it was close. Getting closer.
He felt a deep, painful scratch from piercing claws sink into his upper arm's flesh, blood seeping through his kimono's delicate fabric. With a gasp, he winced and held the gash, desperately panting as his head swung around for the source.
All of a sudden, a man wearing a strange armor mixed with the traditional kimono alike his own popped out, wielding duel katanas as his feet-lengthing straight white hair flowed down in sequence. A screech was audible, and the last noise was a thump and the sheathing of blades.
Marshal's jaw practically dropped, watching as the male dropped the beast that had approuched him with great ease, ever so calm about the whole situation.
Marshal went to thank him kindly, and then asked of whom he was called.
All Kabuki answered was "Just call me your personal guardian."
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ok ok i know it's really really long but i needed to write this down b/c i adore these ships ok
remember that these are based off of my own interpretation of their gijinkas, or more detailed/mature anthro selves. not all backgrounds/stories/settings take place in any town besides what i inserted in.
Freya x Whitney is one of them, definitely. I picture Whitney being the shy, collected type who gets easily flustered when around Freya, who always goes out of her way to come off as attractive and constantly flirts. Freya's the go-getter, and Whitney is the one who prefers to take the safe side of things. Despite how Whitney comes off, she really is a sassy fashionista like Freya, and loves to gossip and have sleepovers. Freya surprised Whitney with a smooch, and that's how their relationship began. They balance themselves off perfectly. I personally adore them as a ship.
Next is Lucky x Ankha
If I were to draw them or really write in-depth, I'd probably alter Lucky to look more like a jackal from the traditional Egyptian history.
Ankha ruled for quite some time, leading an army as the village she protected had been plentiful with fresh food, houses, and a sturdy population. However, after a ruin of an ambush struck the town, things quickly became desolate. People ran away, supplies stolen, humbled city shattered; everything was desecrated.
Frantic, Ankha turned to the gods, soon to be rewarded with nothing in return. Her hope was fading, and she felt as if there was no way to restore her village.
She was right.
Everything was ravaged, and supplies weren't to be found in order to put a roof overtop of residents' heads and feed them. She barely had enough food to keep herself stable, and her pyramid was slowly crumbling.
Lonely, hopeless, and curious, she buried up an old coffin from within a tomb that hadn't been touched for thousands of years. She unsealed the decorative box, only to find a mummified dog. His eyes snapped open, intimidating Ankha. She cowered, only to listen to him speak in a harsh tone.
Yet frightened, they began to socialize, and soon became close companions. Lucky promised to aid her in recovering her long lost community, and began to follow through with it. But what Ankha didn't realize, was that all she wanted was to stop being so lonesome. All of the individuals that had fled carried on with their lives elsewhere, and fixing the town was for own selfish gain. But, with Lucky by her side, she hadn't longed for it as much as before, so she stopped the production of repair.
She decided to allow Lucky to rule by her side as a well-respected emperor, and stood beside one another for decades to come.
mmk long next and last one. probably will be just as long whOOPS
Kabuki x Marshal
Kabuki had grown, only to be trained in order to be transformed into a well-rounded fighting machine. He worked from a mere age, completing tasks and fulfilling sessions as instructed.
Marshal was just a humble, sassy yet stereotypical 'pretty-boy' who came from lots of money. He lived in a gorgeous, elaborate and traditional Japanese-themed sanctuary, and usually clad himself in a floral pink kimono. His duties were to put on dance performances and entertain. He was also a server at his family's colorful sushi shop.
One night, Marshal went out for a midnight stroll throughout the forest. Warmth, a gentle breeze that ever-so-slightly bristled the cherry blossom trees' leaves; peace.
Marshal still felt uneasy despite all the loveliness and solitude that corrupted him. There was something watching him, and it was close. Getting closer.
He felt a deep, painful scratch from piercing claws sink into his upper arm's flesh, blood seeping through his kimono's delicate fabric. With a gasp, he winced and held the gash, desperately panting as his head swung around for the source.
All of a sudden, a man wearing a strange armor mixed with the traditional kimono alike his own popped out, wielding duel katanas as his feet-lengthing straight white hair flowed down in sequence. A screech was audible, and the last noise was a thump and the sheathing of blades.
Marshal's jaw practically dropped, watching as the male dropped the beast that had approuched him with great ease, ever so calm about the whole situation.
Marshal went to thank him kindly, and then asked of whom he was called.
All Kabuki answered was "Just call me your personal guardian."
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ok ok i know it's really really long but i needed to write this down b/c i adore these ships ok
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