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[monstera-tea]

Having a jolly time takin pictures before this storm hits :>

[hartlow]

I'm getting better at chess it seems and it makes me so happy :D

[jadeshifting]

— A GUIDE TO CLASSES AT EVER AFTER HIGH.

MYTHOLOGY. taught by Mrs. Psyche

this class delves into the legendary tales and divine histories of various magical realms, exploring the origins, powers, and legacies of gods, mythical creatures, and legendary heroes. Mrs. Psyche, an expert in ancient lore and celestial wisdom, guides students through epic sagas, divine rivalries, and the cultural significance of myths across Ever After. expect interactive lessons, dramatic reenactments, and the occasional visit from an actual deity if you’re lucky—or very unlucky

HOMEWORK. expect essays on the morals and hidden meanings in classic myths, plus creative assignments like rewriting a legend with a modern twist PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. show curiosity about myths from all cultures and always be respectful of love deities—Mrs. Psyche takes their stories very seriously AVOID MISHAPS. don’t mix up gods from different pantheons in your presentations—calling Zeus “a Norse deity” is a one-way ticket to an exasperated sigh

KINGDOM MANAGEMENT. taught by Mrs. Her Majesty, the White Queen

future rulers, nobles, and aspiring leaders learn the ins and outs of running a kingdom, from diplomacy and lawmaking to organizing grand balls and handling royal scandals. the White Queen, known for her composed yet commanding leadership, teaches strategy, ethics, and governance through real-world scenarios, often incorporating Wonderlandian logic puzzles to test students’ problem-solving skills under pressure

HOMEWORK. drafting decrees, designing economic policies, and writing conflict resolution strategies fit for ruling a kingdom PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. always address her formally, take notes in impeccable script, and never question the importance of royal protocol AVOID MISHAPS. never suggest solving political disputes with a sword—she insists that diplomacy, not duels, is the mark of a true ruler

ADVANCED ELFONOMICS. taught by the esteemed Fairy Queen

this elite course teaches students the intricate financial magic behind running a kingdom, from managing enchanted trade routes to understanding the unpredictable fluctuations of the golden bean stock market. the Fairy Queen, with her keen business acumen and ancient fae wisdom, ensures her students master the art of wealth accumulation, resource allocation, and the occasional negotiation with mischievous leprechauns

HOMEWORK. balancing enchanted budgets, predicting market trends in fairy-tale economies, and occasional field trips to enchanted banks filled with gold PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. keep your calculations accurate and your economic theories sound—Fairy Godmother investments rely on precision, not guesswork AVOID MISHAPS. don’t accept enchanted gold from leprechauns or trickster fairies—it will vanish overnight, and your grade will disappear with it

GRIMMNASTICS. taught by Coach Gingerbreadman

a fast-paced, action-packed class that combines acrobatics, endurance, and skills fit for any fairytale hero or heroine. with Coach Gingerbreadman’s lightning-fast speed and high-energy training style, students practice enchanted obstacle courses, daring escapes, and storybook stunts that would make even the most daring adventurer sweat. the class focuses on developing strength, flexibility, coordination, and agility, blending magical elements with traditional gymnastics techniques

HOMEWORK. none! ( whew ) but in class, expect daily obstacle courses, tower-climbing drills, and team challenges that involve fleeing from imaginary witches PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. keep up, move fast, and don’t complain—Coach G is all about agility and endurance, and he does’t slow down. ever AVOID MISHAPS. never eat anything left unattended in the gym—there’s a 50/50 chance it’s either an energy-boosting enchanted snack or a curse-laced trick. you never know!

CHEMYTHSTRY. taught by Professor Rumplestiltskin

a mix of potions, alchemy, and enchanted chemistry, this course teaches students how to brew everything from love potions to transformation elixirs—if they can handle Professor Rumplestiltskin’s cryptic riddles and tricky assignments. with an emphasis on magical reactions and the delicate balance of ingredients, students must be precise, or they may find themselves accidentally cursed or turned into gold

HOMEWORK. brewing potions, analyzing alchemical reactions, and testing the properties of enchanted elements PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. follow instructions to the letter—Rumplestiltskin loves precision and has a zero-tolerance patience for careless spell-mixing AVOID MISHAPS. never, under any circumstances, agree to any kind of “trade” with the professor in exchange for an easier assignment. it’s not worth it, trust me

DAMSEL - IN - DISTRESSING CLASS. taught by Madam Maid Marian

a staple for traditional storybook heroines, this class teaches the fine art of swooning at the right moment, perfecting the helpless-yet-charming gaze, and calling for help in a voice that carries across enchanted forests. Madam Maid Marian ensures her students master the delicate balance between appearing vulnerable while subtly manipulating the situation to their advantage—because even the most distressed damsels know how to work a fairytale in their favor

HOMEWORK. practicing swooning, perfecting a well-timed gasp, and composing letters of woe to imaginary rescuers PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. always act appropriately dramatic when learning proper distress techniques—anything less than peak theatrics is disappointing AVOID MISHAPS. don’t accidentally outshine the prince in a rescue simulation—nothing gets you on her bad side faster than saving yourself ( no matter how blitheringly useless your rescuer may be )

CREATIVE STORYTELLING. taught by Professor Jack B. Nimble

in this dynamic and expressive class, students learn how to craft compelling narratives, whether for written tales, theatrical performances, or enchanting oral traditions. Professor Jack B. Nimble, known for his quick wit and lively teaching style, encourages students to think outside the storybook and experiment with different genres, endings, and perspectives, ensuring their own tales are just as spellbinding as the ones that came before them

HOMEWORK. writing fairytales with unexpected endings, crafting riddles, and creating engaging oral stories to be performed in class PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. be witty, be original, and never deliver a boring story—Professor Jack lives for quick thinking and clever twists ( students still whisper about the time he literally fell asleep in the middle of a student’s story ) AVOID MISHAPS. avoid clichés at all costs—it says in the syllabus that if he hears “once upon a time” too often, he might jump out the window in protest

ADVANCED VILLAINY. taught by Mr. Badwolf

for those embracing their darker destinies ( or just wanting to understand the mind of a villain—it’s an elective, too ) this class explores the art of scheming, deception, and tactical villainy. Mr. Badwolf, with his menacing charm and years of experience causing trouble, teaches students how to craft masterful monologues, execute dramatic entrances, and plan foolproof plots—complete with an emphasis on avoiding the classic pitfalls that lead to a villain’s downfall

HOMEWORK. devising foolproof villainous schemes and identifying weak points in heroic plans. bonus points for sabotaging another student’s assignment PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. show ambition, strategy, and more than a little bit of wicked flair—Mr. Badwolf respects students who think like masterminds AVOID MISHAPS. don't act heroic in class—while he tolerates reform-minded students, he won’t hesitate to assign extra homework as punishment if he feels anyone's too generous or kindhearted

FASHION DESIGN. taught by Mrs. Fairy Godmother

a dream-come-true class for aspiring designers, where students learn to craft magical ensembles, enchant fabrics, and create garments that are both stylish and spellbinding. with Mrs. Fairy Godmother’s expertise in transformation magic, students practice stitching together gowns that change color at midnight, boots that walk on air, and accessories infused with fairy dust. bonus points for those who can design an outfit fit for a royal ball and an epic quest. the class blends traditional design principles with a touch of enchantment, encouraging students to create outfits that reflect their unique personalities and tell their own fairy tales

HOMEWORK. creating mood boards, sketching outfits, and crafting magical garments with enchanted fabrics PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. always keep your workspace neat and clean, and your designs fabulous—Mrs. Fairy Godmother has high standards for both AVOID MISHAPS. never leave unfinished projects unattended—one rogue swish of a wand, and your dress might sprout wings or turn into a pumpkin

BEAST TRAINING & CARE. taught by Professor Poppa Bear

from training fire-breathing dragons to taming mischievous talking mice, this class prepares students for handling all manner of enchanted creatures. with his warm but no-nonsense approach, Professor Poppa Bear teaches students how to communicate with beasts, provide proper magical care, and even ride or befriend some of Ever After’s most fearsome ( or snuggly ) creatures. the class emphasizes the importance of empathy, respect, and responsible stewardship when interacting with enchanted beings

HOMEWORK. taking notes on enchanted creature encounters you have outside of class, studying their habitats, and practicing magical grooming techniques. assignments are much easier for students who have their own mystic beast as a pet PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. be patient, compassionate, and firm—Professor Poppa Bear believes good beast tamers must balance kindness with authority, and he won't hesitate to crack down on students he feels aren't being tolerant and kind with the creatures AVOID MISHAPS. always double-check what you're feeding the creatures—accidentally giving a griffin a fire-breathing potion will not end well

CROWNCULUS. taught by Mrs. Her Majesty, the White Queen

a blend of advanced mathematics and royal economics, this class teaches students how to manage kingdom finances, calculate treasure values, and strategize for economic prosperity. the White Queen ensures that students grasp complex numerical concepts while also understanding the practical application of numbers in ruling a kingdom, proving that math isn’t just about numbers—it’s about power and magic, too

HOMEWORK. solving royal tax equations, balancing enchanted budgets, and calculating castle construction costs PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. always show your work neatly on your notes, respect the logic of numbers, and never bring chaos into her perfectly ordered classroom. loose fairy dust or torn paper is a one-way ticket to getting sent out to the hallway AVOID MISHAPS. never argue that "magic can just fix the math"—that’s a fast track to an exasperated glare and extra equations ( though she'll pretend you were chosen at random for them )

ADVANCED WOOING. taught by Dr. King Charming

whether it’s serenading a princess from a castle tower or sweeping a prince off his feet at a royal ball, this class covers the fine art of courtship. Dr. King Charming, an expert in chivalry and romance, teaches students how to compose love letters, master ballroom etiquette, and perfect the dramatic, wind-blown hair flip. special guest lectures from famed love interests ensure students are well-versed in only the most effective wooing techniques ever after

HOMEWORK. writing needlessly lengthy sonnets, practicing your dramatic entrance, and perfecting grand romantic gestures PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. exude confidence, use flowery language, and always demonstrate princely manners—Dr. Charming believes wooing is an art, and it helps if you act with decorum even outside of tests and assignments AVOID MISHAPS. don’t mix up your love letters—accidentally delivering the wrong one can lead to legendary levels of fairytale drama ( Dr. Charming won't admit how he knows, but he seems suspiciously adamant on it )

COOKING CLASS - IC. taught by Professor Momma Bear

a cozy yet rigorous class where students learn everything from baking enchanted pastries to brewing hearty, storybook-worthy stews. Professor Momma Bear, warm but strict, teaches students the magic of home-cooked meals and how to avoid common culinary disasters—like accidentally putting a sleeping spell in the soup ( more common than you’d think. shocking, i know. ) bonus points for anyone who can craft a meal fit for both a royal banquet and a humble woodland picnic

HOMEWORK. baking enchanted pastries, perfecting porridge temperatures, and learning potion-infused cooking in the communal kitchens—they're open late at night, which is when lots of students do their best work PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. follow the recipe to a T, respect the kitchen space, and always clean up after yourself—Professor Momma Bear runs a strict but cozy classroom, and surfaces need to be crumb-free for that to happen AVOID MISHAPS. never leave the oven unattended—one careless mistake and your muffins might gain sentience ( or explode )

DARK SORCERY. taught by Baba Yaga

for those required to ( or foolish enough to ) dabble in the shadows, this class explores the ancient and forbidden arts of dark magic. Baba Yaga, cryptic and terrifyingly wise, teaches students the ethics of wielding power, the risks of curses and hexes, and how to summon forces beyond mortal comprehension—strictly for academic purposes… of course. students who can keep up with her demanding lessons will most certainly find themselves walking the fine line between greatness and peril, just as intended

HOMEWORK. expect assignments on hexes, shadow magic, and extremely ethically questionable but highly effective spellcasting techniques PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. be respectful, but not a suck up... listen carefully, but don't hang onto her every word... and never waste her time—Baba Yaga is a fickle old witch who does not tolerate foolishness AVOID MISHAPS. don’t touch any of the professor’s personal artifacts—one single misstep, and you might find yourself cursed for a week ( or a lifetime )

WOODSHOP. taught by Mr. Geppetto

in this hands-on class, students learn the craftsmanship of enchanted carpentry, from crafting magical furniture to carving living marionettes ( though talking puppets are strictly optional. ) taught by the legendary woodcarver Geppetto, the course emphasizes precision, patience, and the importance of working with enchanted materials—because nobody wants a table that turns into a frog mid-banquet

HOMEWORK. crafting intricate wooden figures, repairing broken fairytale objects, and designing enchanted furniture to be presented to the class while Geppetto ooh-s and aah-s encouragingly and inspects it from every angle PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. pay attention to detail, measure at least twice before cutting, and never be careless with your tools ( wouldn't wanna lose a finger... or more ) AVOID MISHAPS. never bring anything to life by accident—Mr. Geppetto still has opinions about unexpected animated puppets, most of them aren't as perfect as his

DEBATE. taught by Mrs. Her Majesty, the White Queen

a battle of wits, logic, and eloquence, this class teaches students how to construct compelling arguments, navigate royal negotiations, and win verbal duels with precision. The White Queen is a master of both reason and Wonderlandian riddles, and she ensures her students can debate everything from kingdom policies to whether a dragon’s hoard should be considered taxable income. though, of course, you always have to shake your opponents hand before and after a debate—and sometimes halfway through, too ( “debate is nothing without decorum, dears” the teacher chirps. )

HOMEWORK. researching historical disputes, and crafting persuasive speeches and arguments to perform in class PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. speak clearly, argue with logic, and maintain perfect etiquette—she values reason and refinement above all else. a perfectly crafted argument could be given zero-sum marks if you use foul language while presenting it AVOID MISHAPS. don’t descend into nonsense logic—Mrs. Her Majesty and the subject of debate as a whole has no room for "because I said so" as a defense

GEOGRAFAIRY. taught by Professor Jack B. Nimble

a whirlwind tour that covers every enchanted land, hidden kingdom, and magical realm, this class ensures students can navigate their way through both real and mythical landscapes. Mr. Jack B. Nimble, quick on his feet and sharp in his knowledge, teaches students how to read enchanted maps, locate legendary landmarks, and survive the treacherous terrains of places like the Swamps of Sorrow or the shifting sands of the Ever After Desert

HOMEWORK. memorizing magical trade routes, mapping enchanted forests, and planning efficient royal journeys, especially for high-stakes travel like royal carriages or valuable trade stocks PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. stay sharp, think fast, and always be ready for pop quizzes—Professor Jack moves just as quickly as his name suggests AVOID MISHAPS. don't mistake one enchanted swamp for another—some have quicksand, others have talking alligators, and both will fail you the test

DRAGON SLAYING. taught by Dr. King Charming

an action-packed course for aspiring heroes and knights, this class covers everything from identifying dragon species to the safest techniques for confronting ( or befriending ) them. Dr. King Charming, ever the gallant warrior, teaches battle tactics, shieldwork, and the art of delivering a victorious speech while standing atop a defeated beast. students are encouraged to find creative, non-lethal ways to deal with dragons—because a slayed dragon often makes for a very angry dragon mother ( you don’t wanna deal with one of those )

HOMEWORK. designing battle strategies, practicing swordplay ( safely and with supervision ), and studying legendary dragon encounters PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. be courageous ( he hates students who cower ) and cultivate a healthy respect for dragonkind—Dr. Charming does not tolerate arrogance or killing out of malice AVOID MISHAPS. never mistake a friendly dragon for a feral one—Dr. Charming is not amused by unnecessary heroics or violence without reason

RIDDLING. taught by Professor Sphinx

a brain-twisting class that challenges students to master the art of riddles, trick questions, and mind-bending wordplay. Professor Sphinx, with her cryptic wisdom and smug amusement, pushes students to think in loops, uncover hidden meanings, and craft riddles so clever that they impress even her. only those with quick wits and sharper tongues will excel. there’s a silent booth tucked into the back of class where students can take solace in five minute time-outs if they get a riddle-induced brain-ache

HOMEWORK. solving some of the most famous and ancient riddles from fairytale history, crafting the trickiest trick questions, and debating paradoxes ( there has to be some end ) ( spoiler alert: there isn't ) PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. think outside the box and embrace the art of wordplay, she appreciates students who attempt to match her riddlish intellect ( though they never fully can. ) never give an obvious answer—she doesn't tolerate laziness AVOID MISHAPS. don't answer a riddle too quickly—Professor Sphinx loves watching students squirm in confusion, she'll snap if you think one is "too easy"

POISON FRUIT THEORY. taught by Mr. Henchman

a darkly fascinating course that delves into the study of enchanted produce, venomous flora, and the alchemy of cursed concoctions. Mr. Henchman, an expert in apple-related treachery from first-hand witnessing, ( and doing most of the dirty work himself shhhh ) teaches students how to identify, craft, and counteract, certain poisons—purely for academic purposes… of course. only the most careful and exceedingly precise students avoid an accidental nap at some point

HOMEWORK. identifying toxic ingredients, testing non-lethal potions, and studying famous fairytale poisonings—students are absolutely not permitted to handle lethal poisons outside of class time, no matter how funny Mr. Henchman thinks it would be PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. be cunning, precise, and always ask about antidotes—surprisingly enough Mr. Henchman values ambition and intelligence over blind villainy AVOID MISHAPS. this should go without saying, but don’t ever eat anything from the classroom—regardless of whether it’s an extra-credit challenge or a standard study subject, it’s all dangerous

HISTORY OF TALL TALES. taught by Professor Paul Bunyan

a larger-than-life class where students study the greatest exaggerations in folklore, from beanstalk-climbing farm boys to men who lasso tornadoes. Professor Paul Bunyan, with his booming voice and legendary stature, teaches the importance of hyperbole, embellishment, and how a good story can shape the world. except storytelling assignments where size does matter, and extra credit for every surreptitious golden object you can cram into your tale

HOMEWORK. exaggerating your own legendary feats into tall tales, researching folklore heroes, and reenacting famous larger-than-life moments PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. show enthusiasm for exaggerated storytelling and never question the truth of a tall tale—Professor Bunyan appreciates a good yarn, says puzzling into it "takes away the fun" AVOID MISHAPS. don’t get caught underestimating the size of the stories—or of Professor Bunyan’s pet blue ox, Babe

DIPLOMACY 101. taught by Mrs. Fairy Godmother

an essential course for future rulers, ambassadors, and anyone hoping to survive royal politics, this class covers the art of negotiation, conflict resolution, and fairy-tale-level etiquette. Mrs. Fairy Godmother, an expert in wish-granting diplomacy, ensures that students can turn any total pumpkin of a situation into a golden carriage of opportunity—preferably before midnight

HOMEWORK. drafting peace treaties, mediating minor disputes between friends or classmates, and practicing polite yet firm negotiation techniques PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. mind your manners, choose your words wisely, and never raise your voice—Mrs. Fairy Godmother believes in charm over conflict, and that manners always win AVOID MISHAPS. try not to use magic to solve conflicts too quickly—diplomacy requires finesse and effort, not a bibbidi-bobbidi-bandaid

CASTLE DESIGN. taught by the Three Little Pigs

a structural and aesthetic architecture class that teaches students how to design the perfect castle, from grand ballrooms to impenetrable fortresses, and everything else a benevolent ruler ( or evil sorcerer ) could need from their abode. the Three Little Pigs, having learned their lesson more than once after their own architectural mishaps, are now experts at crafting with only the pinnacle of quality materials, and they guide students through the balance of beauty and functionality, ensuring that no tower is too tall and every drawbridge is both sturdy and stylish

HOMEWORK. drafting blueprints, constructing model castles, and ensuring defenses against huffing and puffing in your structures PLEASE THE PROFESSORS. always prioritize structural integrity in your projects—they still have very, very strong opinions about weak materials AVOID MISHAPS. never, ever suggest using straw or sticks unless you want a three-pig class-long lecture on the merits of proper fortification

BEWITCHING SONG. taught by Ms. Aquata of Atlantis

a mesmerizing music class where students learn the magic of vocal enchantment, from siren songs that lure sailors to sleep, all the way to battle hymns that rally armies. Ms. Aquata, hailing from the royal family of Atlantis with her haunting voice and knowledge of forbidden harmonies, trains students in the delicate balance of melody and power—reminding them that some songs come at a price

HOMEWORK. composing enchantments through song, practicing vocal spells, and analyzing the most famous fairytale musical enchantments ( of course, the teacher is partial to songs from the tale of the Little Mermaid, though she pretends she doesn't have favorites ) PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. stay in tune and on key, embrace the magical melodies, and never mock merfolk music—Ms. Aquata takes her siren songs very seriously, even if they sound like dolphin noises to the untrained ear AVOID MISHAPS. avoid singing the wrong notes—one slip, and you might accidentally charm your classmates into an impromptu dance number ( music magic can be... fickle )

ANGER MAGICMENT. taught by Mr. Badwolf

a course designed for students with fiery tempers and villainous bloodlines, this class focuses on channeling rage productively instead of, say, blowing houses down. Mr. Badwolf ( you know… the Big Bad Wolf ) with his own history of temper issues, teaches students techniques in deep breathing, mindfulness, and how to redirect fury into something slightly less destructive—like competitive sports instead of rampaging through villages

HOMEWORK. journaling your emotional responses on the day-to-day, practicing breathing exercises, and resolving conflict without growling PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. keep your temper in check, use calming techniques, and don’t provoke classmates—Mr. Badwolf knows firsthand how bad anger issues can get, he has no tolerance for trying to set off others AVOID MISHAPS. never howl in frustration—it sets off an automatic... pack response from Mr. Badwolf, leaving him embarrassed and you in detention

EXPERIMENTAL FAIRY MATH. taught by Dr. Sandman

a mind-boggling fusion of numbers, magic, and dream logic, this class teaches students how to manipulate enchanted equations, calculate impossible probabilities, and solve numerical riddles that make reality bend. Dr. Sandman, a master of both dreamscapes and abstract concepts, guides students through numerical paradoxes and whimsical calculations that only make sense if you never think about them too hard

HOMEWORK. solving numerical paradoxes, creating reality-warping equations, and exploring mathematical dreamscapes—make sure you can get back to your dorm when you're done studying, though PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. keep an open mind, embrace dreamy logic, and don’t expect normal numbers—Dr. Sandman sees math through a magical lens, try to see things from his point of view AVOID MISHAPS. never fall asleep mid-equation—you might wake up inside a calculated alternate reality

[grabby-smitten]

Pinky promise Prt. 2

Part one is here!

Subjects: Bunny Hybrid!Xavier x Human F!Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Content: Hybrid AU, MDNI, smut, PiV, breeding, cunnilingus, dubcon if u squint, male heat\rut, reader has female anatomy, no beta and not edited, commas placed everywhere, idk… let me know if i missed anything.

A.N: I think writing Xavier is so much easier than other lads… for me, at least. I believe that he’s a total sex freak and nobody can change my mind. Enjoy! 💋

On the fifth day, you walked in to pick up the tray of his lunch. You were gonna be in and out, it was the best for the both of you or at least you believed so.

Something felt off as soon as you stepped foot in the room. Looking around you saw his harness discarded in a corner and no sign of Xavier. Panic began to creep in, the eerie silence made goosebumps run down your spine as your eyes frantically zigzagged across the room in search of him.

Without warning the door slammed closed and the loud bang propelled you away from it. There, he stood with a hand still on the door. Xavier was all sweaty and disheveled, a crazed look in his eyes clouded the soft blue you knew so well.

He suddenly crouched and as fast as lightning he was in front of you.

Xavier took hold of your ankle and pulled, causing you to fall to the floor, but before you could scramble away, his grip on your leg tensed and you were being yanked towards him. The scream you meant to release died in your throat as a heavy body dropped on top of you.

As he pinned you down to the freezing floor, You felt the cold tip of his nose travel from your temple to the side of your face as he kept sniffing. Deep intakes of breath down your neck, the softness of his lips alternating with some pecks of his tongue. Tasting? Sniffing? Savoring? You were unsure at this point, overwhelmed with all the sensations raining down on you at once.

Observing the ceiling and the crown of his head, the dizziness decreased as your mind began to understand what was happening.

“Xavier, wait!” But he wasn’t listening. Not that he didn’t want to. It’s just that he couldn’t. The beating of his heart drowned every other sound. Your scent, your touch and everything that made you— you, clogged his senses.

You could hear him constantly whimper as he moved down your body. Scenting every bit of skin that crossed his path. His hot and humid breath fanning over your body.

Once he was content with what he was sensing, Xavier took no time to remove your clothes. Almost tearing them to shreds in the process. No controlled movements, just pure desire and instinct driving him where he needed to be. He saw the clothing items as just obstacles in his path and getting rid of them was the only solution.

His wild blue orbs gazed at your naked figure, sprawled on the floor. Instinctively, the rough pads of his fingertips grazed your nipples. That same curious touch made its way down your body, leaving a tingling trail after it.

As if he had snapped out of a trance, Xavier’s hands roughly moved under your asscheeks. Positioning where he needed you, he dived right into your center.

Xavier didn’t even know where he was going. He only you were calling to the deepest part of him to own, to take and to possess. He latched onto your core, swirling his tongue around, over and down your center. No pace or technique. Desperation in each of his movements as if he didn’t eat fast enough someone would take away his meal. And none was going to snatch you away from him. Ever.

Little nibbles on your clit got you dry heaving, choking on hair. Your hand on his damp forehead did nothing to deter him from getting what he wanted. His lips surrounded your bundle of nerves and pulled, sucked. he did the same with his front teeth. Pulling, desperately tugging. His hands holding you in place so he could keep bullying his head between your legs— as if that would get him any deeper.

Xavier was messy. burying his face between your thighs, biting your hips and any piece of skin he could latch on so he could draw out those little whimpers and sounds you made every time he did so. His spit and your juices dripping from his cheeks and nose to his chin and ending up on the floor. Sticking to everything; clothes, skin, you and him… both.

You were screaming incoherencies in no time, voice hoarse from the abuse to your lower body. Your throat burned, not knowing if to release or take in air. You didn’t even know where to put your hands, not wanting to hurt his bunny ears but needing to grip something, anything.

The sounds he made as he sucked your juices were obscene, grotesque even and it filled the tiny room completely. You had come already, not sure how many times since he hadn’t stopped once. He just kept and kept getting mouthfuls of you without thinking of anything outside of your taste.

Xavier got tired of not hearing more of your cries, your thighs constantly shaking and constricting his head, quieting your songs of ecstasy. So he decided to fix that. He positioned his forearms on your legs and spread you apart as his palms kept pushing your lower belly down and in place. Instinctively, you attempted to close them but you found such a task impossible. Xavier kept a death grip on your body, his tongue never stopping and tears began running down your face as it all became too much, too overwhelming.

You could feel the internal pressure beginning to build up again, Your inner thighs sweetly ached and the warmth of your release suddenly exploded with more intensity than before, making you scream and wildly buckle your hips on Xavier’s face. But he was unfazed, just tightened his grip and moaned as soon as your newly heated liquids hit his taste buds.

“Please, let me— fuck— let me fuck a litter into you,” he breathed his words against your swollen entrance, your brain barely registered the meaning after the high, but you numbly nodded anyway. Anything for your bunny, right?

And that’s how his first rut went on and on. Your body handled to his liking, pushed and pulled. You could feel his elbows digging at your back, pushing you down as his hips inevitably rutted behind you. Face down, cheek pressed to the icy floor as his erratic breathing fanned the nape of your neck.

flipped over by sweaty and stinky palms. your leg hiked up to his chest and forcing his leaking member down your soft velvety walls again and again.

Whimpers left your lips through the whole night as Xavier used you, filled your insides with his burning ropes of white. Scalding your dripping cunt as the few drops that escaped ran down your thighs, pooling on the floor under both your still joined bodies.

his human, his first safe human. After all, you promised.

“So it’s completely normal?” You asked Xavier’s doctor through a call. “Okay, I see. So that means he’s healthy… I— no! No! I’m fine! Yeah, thanks. I’ll let you know if anything changes.”

Xavier looked down at the floor as you hung up the call with his doctor. Feeling a bit guilty about the whole heat thing from last night, but you seemed fine and more concerned about him than yourself.

“I’m sorry… I—“ but you didn’t let Xavier finish his sentence.

“No, no, no.” You surrounded him with your arms as you spoke, “Xav, hun, it’s okay. Didn’t you hear the doctor? It means you’re healthy and I… well, we both enjoyed it, right?”

“Right,” was all you heard from him but you have no idea the door you just opened for your bunny.

Six months later…

The languish licks were driving you crazy, but Xavier was taking his time. Head buried under your skirt as soon as you came home from work. He caught you at the entrance of your place, not even giving you a second to take off your shoes. You were pushed against the wall and your legs opened with no chance of denial.

Let’s just say that Xavier enjoyed his heats nowadays.

[subbmissivesuccubus]

Thinking of Uzui and Rengoku falling in love with you at first sight.

They're out on a mission, several demons sighted at a village and the number was so high they needed multiple people to come and fix the problem. Of course, it was a cake walk for the two of them. Their weapons flashing under the moonlight as it cut through the necks of their enemies like butter, demon after demon falling to their blade.

Despite the task being easy, it still took a few hours so by the time the job was done, they were a bit tuckered out. Every demon was slain- or so they thought.

A demon burst from the rubble, it's sharp claws aiming for Rengoku's face. It was too fast, neither of the Hashira able to react in time as the demon was but a centimeter away from clawing Rengoku's eyes out when you showed up.

Using your breath of Thunder, you cracked through the air like a lightning strike, covering ground within seconds as you managed to cut off the demon's arm before cutting its head off, saving your senior of any injury.

You put away your weapon as the demon disintegrated in front of you, bowing down respectfully to the two pillars, a ranking you hoped to reach one day. They recognized you, having seen you out and about before but this was the first time they'd seen you in action.

Both of their hearts skipped a beat. Beautiful, talented and powerful woman was a plenty within the demon slayer corporation but there was something about you that was just...different. Perhaps it was your kind heart in helping the wounded. Perhaps it was the confidence you carried yourself with. Perhaps it was because you were just too darn cute. But whatever the reason may be, they were enamored by you and couldn't keep their eyes off of you.

Once you helped the others in cleaning up and getting the wounded the help they need, you went back to the two Hashira who were strangely dazed.

"I shall get going now." you reported with a bow, "I'm glad I could be of service."

"Marry me." both of them said simultaneously.

"...huh?"

Thinking of Uzui and Rengoku roping you into sexual escapades as a form of 'training'

You had rejected their marriage proposal, stating that while you respected them, you didn't know them personally and didn't want a husband(s) that you weren't fond of.

They were respectful of that, stating that a great way to get to know each other would be through training. You thought it was unbelievable that two Hashira's were interested enough in you to take time of their schedules to train with you, much less want to marry you, but you decided to agree. Learning from the best would be an invaluable experience, afterall.

"I-I- thought you said we were gonna t-train!" You squealed, tossing your head back against the pillow as Uzui slid a second finger inside you, your pussy gushing around him.

You could barely recollect how you got here, a room in an inn, at the mercy of your two seniors. Your mind was a jumbled mess as their hands and lips attacked your body, hungry kisses against your neck while stripping you of your uniform. Time seemed to go by fast yet slow at the same time, eventually ending up on a bed with Rengoku sucking your breasts while Uzui made himself familiar with your pussy.

"It is training." the sound Hashira said with a smirk, curling his fingers inside you just right, making you gasp. He stuffed his fingers of his other hand into your mouth, making you choke.

"This is to help your technique." he said, "Control yourself and focus on your breathing."

As he said that, Rengoku's lips left your nipple, leaving it a saliva covered stiff bud before moving down and taking your clit into his mouth, making you scream around Uzui's fingers. Your body shook from the pleasure, never having experienced this before.

You knew their claim that this was for training was complete bullshit but dammit- you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Uzui was so deliciously huge compared to you. He was twice your size, his muscular body enveloping you completely as he toyed with your body with ease. His bulging muscles and washboard abs made you drool, your eyes wandering to his nether regions, pussy growing wetter when you saw a big bulge straining against his pants.

Rengoku ran hot, literally. His touch made you shiver as he ran his warm hands over your body, a comforting contrast to the way his hot tongue was assaulting your clit. He sucked on it like a candy, flicking it around before giving it a gentle nibble, making you squeal. With a physique just as impressive as Uzui's, his bright eyes filled with passion and desire made you feel dizzy.

"Focus." Uzui said with a click of his tongue, pushing his fingers further down your throat, making you gag, "you're getting distracted."

'I can't help it!' You tried to defend, but what came out was a bunch of gurgles and gags, unable to say anything.

"If you can't handle this," Rengoku said, giving your clit a sweet kiss before he straightened himself up, "what will you do if a demon attacks you and tries to choke you?"

"Exactly~" Uzui cooed, starting to move his fingers in and out of your throat, a slower rhythm from what he was doing to your cunt, "Bring your breathing under control and maybe, we'll let you cum~"

[hermusicpersona]

• Consequences of the Breathing styles, from a medical student's perspective •

When they re used for too long or too intensely, each tehnique has certain effects on the user, that must be overcome or treated after a gruesome battle.

-Water Breathing - channeling the energy for Water breathing rarely affects the user , but it can bring the body temperature too low after prolonged use. The user will feel their fingertips freeze first, then it will affect their movement as they re basically freezing from the inside out. Water Breathing and its derivates (Ice Breathing) naturally use lower body temperatures. The user must be trained to withstand the low body temperature, artery contraction and the temporary high blood pressure that comes with it. Their muscles are also trained to support poor vascularization because of the body's response to cold - vasoconstriction. A skilled Water Breathing user will instinctively train their lungs to be able to function under cold temperatures since the cold air / low body temperature will trigger, in worst case scenarios, the state of shock. Such happens, as we know, when Giyuu uses the eleventh form - Dead Calm, his heart temporarily stops , regaining function only because of Giyuu's training and exceptional physical state.

-Flame Breathing : opposed to Water Breathing, the user might overheat, and the effect takes place faster than other tehniques. With a higher body temperature, the Rengoku family usually tolerates it well, but it can affect them too after using it too long or too intensely. The user must be trained to withstand the higher temperature, higher heartbeat and vasovagal reactions that take place - artery dilation and, if it gets to their cerebral vascularisation, passing out (because of the poor circulation to the brain). Aside from the functional reflexes of the body, the high temperatures , used especially by powerful Flame Breathing users will affect the fluid quantity of the body, the first affected being the nasal secretions (that help us breathe and humidify the air) and the saliva and mucus that coats the pharynx - making it harder to breathe altogether. The Ninth Form - Rengoku (Purgatory) is a form that only the Rengoku family can survive , and even then , they use it as a last resort because they know / expect they will die anyway. (as we saw in Rengoku's fight against Akaza.)

-Thunder Breathing (lightning breathing) - the effects take place fast too, and if the person is not trained or has a lower tolerance for it, it might get fatal pretty fast. The high electric currents that the technique triggers will mess with the heart first, its function relying almost completely on its own electrical function. If the Tehnique tampers with the heart Sinoatrial Node's electrical function, it will trigger potentially fatal arrythmias, that will lead to either cardiac arrest, or fibrilation. The user must be trained to withstand the currents that affect their heart muscle, that will further affect the circulation and life long risk of cardiac arrest. The second organ that will get messed up by the tehnique is the brain, the electrical currents potentially tampering with the transmission of synapses between neurons - which will lead to either passing out or a temporary state of delirium / coma. This only happens after long , intense battles in which the Slayer has overused their Thunder Breathing. Aside from that, the local and immediate effect the tehnique can have on the body is muscle spasms (especially in the legs and arms) , triggered by the non-specific electrical currents that activate the neuromuscular synapses indefinitely (it passes after the receptors have a negative feedback that lowers their sensitivity and number).

part 2 - Sun Breathing

[another-lost-mc]

Hey<3

I hope you're having a lovely day like you♡

I have a lil request which is OM brothers accidentally hitting MC maybe in the face or smth.

Thank you in advance ☺

a/n: considering the daily chaos that ensues at the HoL, I could see a lot of accidents happening. plus, they're demons—maybe they forget their own strength, y'know?

➤ when accidents happen | the demon brothers

1.1k words | sfw | hurt/comfort | gn!reader

Lucifer makes a grab for someone—probably Mammon or Satan—who ducks behind you at the last moment, causing his hand to swipe across your cheek or forehead instead. You rub the sore spot and start sputtering angrily at them, glaring back and forth between Lucifer's bewildered expression and the guilty face of the sibling he was reaching for. Their little fight is momentarily forgotten when they both comfort you and make sure you're okay. Lucifer feels the most guilt and over the next few days, you catch him staring at your face like he's trying to make absolutely sure you're not injured or holding a grudge against him. He eventually remembers how this whole situation started, and his sibling's delayed punishment is much more severe because you were caught in the crossfire.

Mammon nearly crashes into you in his rush to escape Lucifer or Levi's wrath. You have no idea what the shouting down the hall is about—maybe he spent too much money at the casino again or maybe he broke something valuable. All you know is that you're heading to the library and minding your own business when Mammon comes tearing around the corner at lightning-fast speed. It's comical how quickly his expression morphs from surprise to horror when he realizes you're in his path. He grazes your side even though he changes direction to avoid hitting you head-on. He loses his balance and the momentum sends him crashing to the floor. Whoever was chasing him catches up to him and there's gonna be hell to pay, but Mammon managed to avoid seriously hurting you and that's all he really cares about.

Levi shifts into his demon form when he's cuddled with you in his tub but he doesn't always realize it. You wake up most mornings with his tail wrapped around part of you: your arm, your waist, one of your legs. When Levi gets excited, his tail thumps against the porcelain. (You can't help but think about an excited dog wagging his tail, but you keep that comparison to yourself.) You usually fall asleep curled around each other, but sometimes his tail flails around enough that it wakes you up. Tonight his tail flicks roughly against the tip of your nose, and your eyes water from surprise and the initial burst of pain. You're fine again within a couple minutes, but that doesn't stop Levi from apologizing profusely and he nearly sobs with embarrassment over the whole thing.

Satan has better control over his frustration and rage now than when you first met him, but he still needs some sort of outlet when he feels overwhelmed. He usually storms off to his room and deals with it privately. You've offered him the solution of screaming into a pillow, but it's not soothing for him like it can be for you. He often destroys something instead—ripping a book to shreds (and regretting it later) or throwing something against the wall. Whatever's in his hand becomes collateral damage. If he forgets you're in his room too, it can be dangerous. He's never thrown something at you, but poor aim and bad luck means that whatever he sends flying against the wall can ricochet into pieces and hit you after. It's like a bucket of cold water dumping over his head when your little noise of surprise catches his attention, and he fusses over you endlessly while he makes sure you're not really hurt. He doesn't think it's funny when you grin and remind him that you're still in better shape than his now-destroyed coffee mug is.

Asmo rarely hurts you even by accident, and usually it's in silly moments of clumsy excitement. Today he painted his nails with a new nail art technique he hasn't tried before. You both lean down at the same time to admire his work and his forehead smacks into yours. You're both a little stunned and your eyes water from the shock rather than actual pain. He breaks out into giggles when you whine his name and try to blame him even though it's really no one's fault. Asmo accepts responsibility anyway and he apologizes profusely, but he hesitates to hug you when his nails are still wet and tacky with polish. He opens his arms wide so you can wrap your arms around his chest instead. He peppers your head with kisses and promises to make it up to you as soon as his nails are dry.

Usually Beel polishes off all the leftovers at dinner. Some nights you want extra helpings too, and it's like a mad dash to help yourself before Beel does. Tonight you both reach for the dish of hellfire scalloped potatoes at the same time. Your fingers grab the side of the dish first, but his fingers squeeze around yours immediately after. His grip is tight—too tight—and you wince from the pressure of his fingers digging into your hand and the uncomfortable heat of the ceramic dish against your palm. Mammon grabs his fork and stabs Beel's hand with it on your behalf. Beel looks so guilty when he pulls his arm away and insists that you can have the rest. His stomach growls in protest, but you know it was an accident and you're not really hurt. After you shake the stiffness from your fingers, you scoop some of the food onto his plate before helping yourself to the rest. Later on, he offers to take you out for ice cream as an apology.

When Belphie sleeps, he has some cursory awareness of what's going on around him but he tries to block it out. He's not easy to move around, either—his body is like dead weight, heavy and awkward and unyielding. When you nap together, he usually falls asleep and doesn't move around too much. You might scoot away when his body next to yours causes you to overheat, but he tends to stay exactly how he is. It's days when he has active dreams or bad nightmares that things can get a little awkward. He might wrap an arm around you suddenly and it's nearly impossible to wiggle free, and sometimes his tail makes an appearance and drapes over you when he feels particularly clingy. Sometimes your arm ends up pinched against the mattress after he rolls on top of you in his sleep. He'll wake up when he realizes it's you trying to get his attention, but his apologies for nearly crushing you don't sound very sincere. Once he's lifted himself off you, he lets you get repositioned first then he cuddles up beside you again. As he drifts off to sleep, he grumbles under his breath about how it couldn't have been that bad.

[fatkish]

COULD WE GET AIZAWA WITH A VAMPIRE QUIRK STUDENT? :D

(I am so sorry that this request took me so long to finish. I had and have been struggling with both physical and mental health as well as writers block. I based most of the reader’s abilities off of Castlevaina and Castlevaina Nocturne on Netflix. Thank you so much for waiting. Also, I hope you don’t mind I took a few creative liberties with this)

(Platonic) Aizawa x Student Reader with a Vampire Quirk

Warning: there is mentions of gore and blood as well as mental health issues and mentions of physical violence towards certain individuals. Please read at your discretion

Your quirk gives you various abilities which may lead some to believe that your quirk is overpowered. Although your quirk is Vampire, you’re more of a half-vampire. You don’t drain people of their blood or burn in the sun, you don’t get burnt by holy water or any aversion to garlic. You do require blood which you take a concentrated supplement for that is specifically designed to mimic blood and the nutrients you need from it. You can walk in sunlight but you’re highly prone to sunburns which is why you always wear high quality sunscreen even in winter.

There are multiple aspects and abilities that your quirk gives you.

- Enhanced strength: you’re stronger than the average person. On a scale of super strength, you’d land somewhere in the middle.

- Enhanced senses: you have excellent night vision as well as excellent hearing. Your sense of smell is stronger than normal and is about the same as a dog’s.

- Materialization: you’re able to turn into a cloud of smoke and can hold that smoke together pretty well and can gather/disperse it to a degree. As smoke, you’re able to travel from place to place, you can also envelop several people in your smoke and travel that way. However, if someone with a wind quirk or a power force of wind were to hit you in smoke form, you could risk being scattered too much and be unable to completely reform.

- Magic Spells: there are some spells that you can cast that are capable of different things. One spell allows you to summon up to 8 large ghost skulls that attack your enemies and kill them by draining their life-force. You can cast a spell that summons bolts of lightning that you can direct at specific targets. You have minor healing magic, the most severe injury you can heal is a broken bone or a single damaged organ. Healing takes the most out of you since it requires you to use your own life force to heal someone. Since you’re technically immortal in the sense that you don’t age past 24 and you cannot die of illness, healing just weakens you temporarily

- Enhanced speed: you can run as fast as a cheetah over long distances. You also have fast reflexes making you a formidable close combat fighter. If someone shot a bullet at you, as long as they shoot from 20 or more feet/7-8 meters away, you’ll be able to catch the bullet

- Enhanced longevity: you cannot die from old age and you don’t get sick, poisons don’t effect you and you heal slightly faster. The only way for you to die is from a fatal wound in your physical form. Such as being beheaded. You do heal faster than the normal person, so long as you receive proper medical treatment in time, you can recover from most fatal injuries

Even with all of your abilities, there are things that your quirk cannot help you with. Wisdom and strategy, just like everyone else, you too can only learn and gain knowledge with time and effort. Any skills you wish to acquire must be learned. Weapons and melee fighting skills have to be studied and practiced.

Having lived for 100 years, you focused mainly on learning strategy and techniques as well as mastering all kinds of fighting including martial arts, MMA, Knife throwing, sword fighting, gunslinging, etc. you mastered many weapons and close combat skills, you traveled all over the world, learning different techniques and skills

Your quirk didn’t manifest as a child like most people. This lead people to either believe you were quirkless or simply a late bloomer or a liar. You were constantly ridiculed and bullied growing up due to your lack of a quirk. It was only once you turned 24 that your quirk manifested. You had learned about your quirk during a home invasion. A robber broke in and used their quirk on you, you tried fighting back and discovered your inhuman strength when you punched them

Your punch had split their lip, and with your newfound quirk, their blood was extremely appetizing. Before you knew it, you had torn their throat and drank their blood. After drinking their blood, you regained your senses and realized what you had done. That’s why you left and decided to travel and learn for 100 years

After 100 years, you returned home to Japan and became a vigilante. You only acted at night, taking out various criminals and criminal organizations. You worked outside the law, you would break into places, collect evidence of the criminal(s) crimes, take down and apprehend the criminals and then leave behind all the evidence in files and flash drives for the police

You were more of an anti-hero. You rarely killed criminals. When it comes to rapists or child predators, you had your own way of dealing with them. You would collect all the evidence and sneak into their homes and knock them unconscious. After they were unconscious, you would surgically remove their manhood and then suture the wounds closed so they didn’t bleed out. If they were female, you would cut them open and remove their reproductive organs as well as their clitoris and sew them shut. You made sure that if the child predators and rapists couldn’t use their ‘weapons’ responsibly, then they wouldn’t have them

When it came to people who were abusive to their families, you would make them disappear, either by threatening their lives or by setting them up so that they would be arrested. Whatever it took to get them out of their victims lives for good

It didn’t take long for police and heroes to profile you and recognize your work, everytime a report came in about your handiwork, it was added to a file. The biggest issue is that no one had ever really seen you or caught good enough evidence of you. You moved too fast for cameras to get a good enough shot of you and you moved too fast for a single frame to capture a solid, non blurry image of you. No one knew who you were or what your quirk was, and this frustrated both heroes and police

It took a few years but the heroes eventually realized that no matter how many times they tried to capture you and no matter what kind of strategy they used, they were just too recognizable and you never fell for the bait or allowed them to get a good look. Even Hawks was amazed that you managed to evade him that one time he ran into you. They realized they needed specialists, people who had been in the business, and that’s where Aizawa came in

He was part of the task force assigned to investigate and capture you. Given his previous history and his underground work, as well as his quirk, they believed him to be the perfect person for the job. Of course, he had Nedzu help him, as well as Sir Nighteye. If he was going to bring you in, he needed strategists, and they needed to be good.

With the help of UA, mainly Nedzu, Ectoplasm and Powerloader, as well as Sir Nighteye, Aizawa finally managed to get sufficient video evidence of you and your quirk in action. Nedzu and Sir Nighteye analyzed the footage as well as the reports and files from the police and put together a profile for you as well as your suspected quirk. With these heroes working together behind the shadows, it spelled the end of your vigilante career

Taking advantage of a drug operation in abandoned building that a group of criminals were using, Aizawa, Ectoplasm, Sir Nighteye, Hawks (who had to stay far away until given a signal to rush over and help once you appeared) and a few other heroes, waited from the shadows for you to arrive

Nedzu and Sir Nighteye suspected that you had some kind of way to detect people whether it be thermal vision, the ability to detect people’s scents or whatever, they made sure that each hero had no traceable scent, and that the gear they had allowed them to blend in with the temperature of their surroundings. They made sure that the heroes in hiding were completely undetectable. The gear was curtesy of Powerloader and the support department at UA, and Nedzu and Sir’s hunch would pay off

You had used your sense of smell and sight to scope out an area before you started working. When you could only detect the criminals inside the building, you went in and quickly took care of them. Nedzu had been observing you from hidden cameras the heroes had placed and he was sending them live updates of his analysis of you

Once you had taken down the criminals and subdued them, you began to pull out the evidence of their crimes and set them up for the police to find. That was when the heroes took action

You were caught off guard and with Aizawa’s quirk keeping you from using yours, it was simply a matter of endurance for the heroes, after they had tired you out, Aizawa captured you and removed your mask, despite being 24 when your quirk fully manifested and awakened, you look like a teenager

Aizawa had brought you in for questioning and he, along with the lead detective on your case and Nedzu, had been the ones to question you

It took awhile, and for the detective to leave the room but Nedzu eventually got you to talk. You had told them about your quirk and all that it entails, how you need blood to survive but it’s not like you can just go ask someone to give you their blood, and you refuse to break into medical facilities and steal blood since they need that blood. Nedzu had a sneaking suspicion the more you talked that you might have been slowly losing your ability to proper dictate right from wrong. Given how long people usually live for, and the fact that you are well over that, he wondered if your psyche was affected by how long you have lived

And he was proven right. When he asked if you had any close friends or family, you told him that everyone you used to know is dead and gone. Nedzu had been to one to nudge you into lamenting about how you will outlive everyone and when you realized this, you stopped forming attachments to people and isolated yourself

Given what you had said during your questioning at the police station, Nedzu urged and vouched for you to be given a complete and thorough psychological evaluation before deciding what punishment you would receive. It was found that you were a borderline psychopath and that you were mentally disturbed as well as starting to develop mental health issues

It was all thanks to Nedzu that you weren’t sent to Tartarus to spent the rest of eternity in a prison cell. Nedzu vouched that you would undergo therapy and take classes to become a certified underground hero. You would also move in and live with Aizawa. The HPSC fought it but eventually allowed Aizawa to become your official handler. You were given strict rules and regulations as well as a curfew and an ankle monitor. If you broke the agreed upon rules, you would be caught and sent straight to Tartarus and never be allowed to go free.

When Aizawa and Nedzu went back to your apartment to collect your things, they found out about the other stuff you’ve done. You had kept photos and names of every single one of your targets as well as a file on them. This is how the heroes learned of your other exploits, namely the neutering of rapists and predators, and the people you saved from their abusers. A few of the people who you had saved from their abusers had actually seen you and wrote you thank you letters. Letters which you kept and took great care of so that they didn’t get ruined. You also check in on the ones with children, especially young ones from time to time

Seeing the evidence of all that you had done, Nedzu was actually impressed. And so was the HPSC. You had even taken down criminals that weren’t even on the heroes radar. Villains who operated so deep in the shadows that the heroes had no idea that they even existed. It was clear, with all the evidence they now had, that you had kept even the most notoriously bad neighborhoods safe. The HPSC realized they had a lot to thank you for and to learn from you

And that is how you become UA’s official student teacher. You mainly help with grading papers and teaching special volunteer classes for the hero students. You do have special classes that all students are allowed to sign up for and attend. These classes are mainly about what to do in certain situations and how to survive/administer emergency first aid with what you have available in the event that emergency services cannot reach you immediately. These classes are mostly popular with the general education classes and hero classes. The classes are divided by grade

The special volunteer classes for the hero students focus mainly on combative skill/technique, strategy and special operation tactics, technical and electronic skills for hacking into criminal organization’s networks, body language and deductive skills/identifying the slightest suspicious activity, stealth and covert operation specialization, and weapon handling among others

During your first year living with Aizawa, he quickly realizes just how starved you are for human contact. He also learns just how terrified you are to be lonely. He’s the one who sees the real mental health effects of your quirk’s longevity and necessary diet. Although your diet can be supplemented with blood substitutes, the longevity can’t be fixed. It’s with this that Aizawa becomes the closest thing you have to family, and you know that you’ll lose him too eventually. It was Aizawa who helped you find meaning in life, a reason to live. You had so much knowledge to share with the future heroes and yes, you will watch people come and go, and he can’t possibly imagine just how hard that must be to do for centuries, but just because the ones you love die, doesn’t make their life any less meaningful

He’s the person who gets to see just how deep the cracks in your heart are, and he’s the one who helps you hold yourself together, and when you can’t, he holds you together. He’s the one who encourages you to teach the future generations of heroes, not so that you have more people to mourn the loss of when they die, but so that you can teach them how to come home from almost any situation no matter the odds. And he becomes one of the most treasured people in your life

You teach him everything you know and you help him train to the best of his ability, you also adopt many cats. MANY CATS. Like seriously. You have a small army, and the both of you are bad at leaving strays. You both eventually decide to create a little stray cat shelter on your balcony where you have little weather proof houses for them and always leave fresh food and water out for wandering cats. Everything you own has cat hair on it. You blame Aizawa for your newly developed love for cats. He is not even the slightest bit guilty

You both secretly have a small amount of cat houses on UA’s grounds where you guys have secretly been bringing stray cats that roam the edges of the school’s massive grounds. Nedzu and Hounddog know of course but Nedzu sees how much the cats are actually helping you and it isn’t hurting anyone so he lets it slide

[riddlemearose]

Linked Universe Combat Guide (part 2)

This is Part 2 of my attempt to make my fight scene notes into a coherent and understandable guide. Lord only knows if I'm being successful on that.

Part 1 can be found here.

General Notes once again:

The additional weapons/equipment is anything outside of the literal sword and shield you get in-game that could be used as a weapon, but does not include bombs, bows + arrows, or boomerangs bc I'm not writing that every time.

7 out of 9 Links are left-handed and this will have an affect on combat if they're fighting against human enemies.

-> any ambidextrous fighters in the group is largely a headcanon but go nuts w/ it.

This is looking at lore-accurate fighting ability bc you can scale down to however you headcanon they fight. Any additional arguments are logical conclusions/presumptions I'm making off of their in-game skills and/or character history.

Once again, researched to the best of my ability but I'm not claiming this has everything in every game. Fact checking is welcomed!

Also here's an article discussing the pros and cons of chainmail vs plate armour, since this group is the more armoured lot of the Chain

Minor update 9 March 2025: added a link to a reblog explaining a note on Warriors' section in better depth.

Upadte 3 May 2025: added more info to Warriors' section, provided by @interlink-au, as well as amended & added to other sections with more info they gave me in their reblog.

Sky

The most important thing in Skyward Sword’s combat is that you are fast. You Are Speed. That is Sky’s greatest advantage.

Feint. Always, always feint; then, when the enemy goes to block the feint, quickly attack from the opposite direction.

Sword techniques*: -> Shield Bash: reflects projectiles and knocks enemies off balance. Requires perfect timing but leaves an opening to take advantage of. -> front-flip slash -> back-flip slash -> jump attack -> fatal blow -> Skyward Strike/Sword Beams *Certain techniques cost stamina.

Unlike Warriors and Wild, Sky is near the start of the timeline, meaning he doesn’t have the same type of modern military-esque knighthood structure that future versions of Hyrule have. Consequently, we don’t see anyone in Skyward Sword really use any weapons outside of short swords, leading me to believe Sky’s main proficiency is really in them alone.

Sky is highly adaptable in a fight. He learns very quickly when enemies will block and when they will go to attack, which means he can deal with them extremely quickly. Arguably this means that he is not exactly built for long-term fights, but he can get through them if he must. I’d almost call him as a Glass Cannon, but he’s sturdier than that, so he gets the Lightning Bruiser name tag instead.

Happily arguing that Sky would be very good at mounted archery, even if it's obviously different to horseback. I know Loftwings can be taught that corkscrew manoeuvre that acts as an attack, but given sword-based combat wouldn't be feasible when you're riding a giant bird so I'm dying on this hill.

Additional Equipment/Weapons: -> whip (pls use this, whip fighting is great. They can deal a lot of damage if you hit someone with the end.) -> clawshots -> slingshot/scatter-shot -> gust bellows -> guardian potion+ (invulnerability, baby!)

Time

Time is fun bc he’s about 20 years older than he was during his adventures, which means you can kinda go ham with what he does and doesn’t know.

To kick things off, Time gets the honour of being the first Link (on this list) to have canonical multiple sword proficiencies: longsword, and short sword + shield. I will very happily argue and die on the hill that Time 100% has some staff proficiency given how Deku sticks can be used in OOT. If you go with this, use European-style quarterstaff techniques instead of Chinese-style bō/gun staffs.

The Biggoron sword isn’t any specific type of longsword, given the sheer weirdness of its blade shape. I think most people seem to agree that it’s a great sword, which at the extreme basics is essentially a longer longsword. I use claymore combat videos to get a feel for writing the Biggoron sword, and have used this specific video a few times.

Given Time’s +20 years from his adventures, we all pretty much believe he's mastered the Hidden Skills he passes onto Twilight, both with a short sword and the Biggoron sword. These are still gonna be listed in Twilight’s segment however, given they feature in his game.

Time also has a magical aspect to his combat, both in terms of literal magic items and then his two combat-focused spells.

Potentially Combat-Focused Masks: -> Transformative Masks: Deku Mask, Zora Mask, Goron Mask, Fierce Deity Mask, Giant’s Mask -> Other Masks: Blast Mask, Bunny Hood, Stone Mask

Spells: -> Din’s Fire -> Nayru’s Love

Important note: as stupid as this reminder is going to sound, Time only has one eye. He has a decreased field of view and decreased depth perception. He probably has a way to compensate for this, but it is a disability that shouldn't be forgotten. My mother is visually impaired in one eye and it affects how she reads things, how she drives, how she uses footpaths etc etc. It's not ableist to remark on Time's partial lack of sight. If anything, how he compensates for it is something I've been meaning to explore - I just haven't been able to get my head to world build it coherently.

Thanks to interlink-au for reminding me I didn't add this, but Time is good at mounted combat. I'm hesitant to say he's able to do mounted archery with his vision impairment though as, if I use my mother's experience (legally blind in one eye but has some vision), his depth perception is probably crap.

Additional Equipment/Weapons: -> powder keg (yes, Time carries TNT) -> hookshots -> longshot -> Deku nut -> Deku stick -> slingshot -> golden gauntlets -> megaton hammer -> Great Fairy Sword (according to info found by interlink-au, this is now likely an arming sword, which is just a fancy word for a broadsword tbh) -> Gilded Sword

Twilight

The Tank™

Most adept at horseback combat. An FYI but the fact that Twi defaults to using a one-handed sword on horseback is extremely telling of this point. For the most part, light cavalry were equipped with polearms/lances and bows with a sabre on the side. I know it's partially an animation thing but Twi being confident enough to get close to an enemy on horseback to use a one-handed sword is huge sign of his skill and proficiency.

Hidden Skills: -> Ending blow -> Shield attack -> Back slice -> Helm Splitter -> Mortal Draw (my beloved <3) -> Jump Strike -> Great Spin

Extremely important to remember how stupidly strong Twilight is. Dude can yeet a charging Goron, only needing his iron boots to stay where he is. This can be showcased in multiple ways: fist-fighting, emphasis of the strength of his shield bash, etc etc. He's likely capable of hand-to-hand combat as well, given his strength and knowledge of sumo wrestling.

Most tanks are slow, but Twi is actually rather speedy, even as a hylian.

(Btw if Twi places a bomb on the ground in front of him and holds his shield up, he will take no damage when the bomb explodes. Fantastic way to kill stalfos and annoy Darknuts.)

Additional Weapons/Equipment: -> slingshot -> ball and chain -> clawshots -> dominion rod (if you're feeling experimental) -> spinner (?????? Somehow????) -> crossbow -> Twi’s weird magic armour (note: crossbows don't actually replace bows; they have their own pros and cons. See this YouTube short for some context)

As a wolf:

This is where Twilight becomes less of a Tank and more of a Glass Cannon. Wolves are very fast and, depending on how much Twili magic you headcanon Twilight has access to, he can get in and out of combat easily.

But most importantly, Twilight has very little defence as a wolf so he can't tank hits nearly as well as he can as a hylian (as the comic has already shown).

Main threat is obviously his jaw strength; Twilight is able to latch onto enemies, usually by biting down on their throats or shoulders. Pls be aware that ordinary wolves can bite through bone if they get the angle right.

Normal wolves don’t attack with their claws bc they’re not cats, but Twilight has human-level intelligence and can do whatever he wants within the confines of his body.

Twi also has a charge spin attack as a wolf. Do with this knowledge what you will.

Warriors

Proficient in multiple weapons and has adaptable fighting styles.

A few of his canonical fighting styles are listed at the end but depending on which era of knighthood you want to take inspiration from, he can also be proficient in lances and pole-arms, long-swords and sabres, and hand-to-hand combat (predominately Greco-Roman style wrestling but don’t let that stop you).

No specific sword techniques shown outside of the spin attack and jump slash. -> Updated info from interlink-au, which I'm just going to copy and paste for ease of access, with minor edits so this doesn't get bogged down: "First off, he is very fast. He needs to get around that battlefield quickly to help struggling allies. Even without the Master Sword, he can do something similar to a sword beam (a disc-shaped air slash). With the Master Sword, his swords beams are ridiculous. He can spam those things left and right and in the air, and send 3 at the same time. He can also do a vertical spin and spin attack into the air, where he can get some normal slashes in while he’s aerial. He can juggle enemies in the air for a second. He has a move where he dodges and immediately follows with a thrust. Its use reminds me of Wind’s parry attack. He also has a shield bash (more like a charge) followed by a sword thrust. Wars' magic rod doubles as a fire rod. The magic rod portion shoots laser beams and controls orbs. The fire portion can send out fire pillars/tornados. He can even send out a stream of fire that flies around like a dragon. He can even transform it into a battle axe for some reason."

Also proficient in combat on horseback but I’m not listing his Epona as a weapon lmao. -> interlink-au added that Wars is good at mounted archery too!

Has an innate passive (potentially magic?) ability to tag enemies with a ‘Light Mark’, which causes them to take increased damage from every attack for as long as his Triforce mark is glowing. This is triggered after a certain amount of enemies are killed and ends a few seconds after he stops dealing damage. Best used in his era but still viable in others.

Also, Wars’ lil inverse-grip upward slash finisher for one of his Master Sword combos? *chef’s kiss emoji* we love to see it -> (reverse grips are technically not great bc of the increased chance of literally breaking your wrist, among other things. However it looks cool as hell) -> Update: for more info on this bc I hadn't explained it well, I've covered it in more depth in this reblog here.

A lot of Wars’ fighting style is best copied from visual mediums, but given that search results generally like to give you Age of Calamity videos, this video is a good one to focus on. interlink-au also points out that his other fighting styles in-game are very useful to study visually, but I'm not going to list them here in-depth. Here are some links to videos for them. -> Ball and Chain (note: power/silver gauntlets should be thought of as separate too and would be very good for intense hand-to-hand combat - think Vi from Arcane). -> Spinner -> Magic/Fire Rod

Full disclaimer I tried to play Hyrule Warriors in December. I got through 5 hours and the game gave me such wicked eye strain I couldn't look at a screen for 2 days straight so I had to stop. But what I did pick up is Wars is not someone to fold quickly under pressure. You do a lot of that game with very few PCs on the map while a LOT of emergencies come at you full-speed. Wars is fantastic at balancing out who needs help literally right this second and who he unfortunately has to delay assisting. These are not easy decisions to make, but they are extremely critical ones that must be made in war or any combat zone.

Additional Weapons/Equipment: -> fire rod -> power gauntlets (from interlink-au, this is used w/ the ball and chain and also separately. -> spinner (again, potentially??? Somehow. I will put this Beyblade into a fight scene one day) -> hookshots -> hammer

Wild

The Ultimate Dodge Tank

BOTW’s entire combat system is literally "Do Not, Under Any Circumstances, Get Hit", to the point where the game actively rewards you for dodging and parrying. This means that Wild’s entire fighting style is based around memorising everyone else’s fighting styles.

Proficient in multiple weapons and weapon-types (i.e. short swords, slashing swords, longswords and spears) and good at using bows in close combat, though he does not get to utilise his champion ability while dodging if he’s holding a bow.

Pls be aware I do actually mean it when I say ‘multiple weapon types’. You DO NOT use a scimitar the same way you use a broadsword, nor a battle axe the same way you do with a claymore. Me @ BOTW’s animations: CHANGE THE FIGHTING STYLES UP YOU COWARDS.

No specialised sword techniques outside of the basic spin attack and downwards slash.

Proficient with all weapon-types while in mounted combat (either on a horse or the Master Cycle Zero), and great at mounted archery too obviously.

Has arguably the strongest Champion Ability next to Urbosa’s Fury, as it’s automatically triggered if the conditions are met and is very hard to block or defend against. And on that topic, let’s begin.

Flurry Rush: -> damage output adjusted for weapon type used (short swords attack x7 times, long swords attack x4 and spears attack x7-10) -> bypasses enemy shields and invincibility frames -> Wild can be knocked out of this (either by being damaged by an enemy or by mistiming the start of his flurry rush – i.e. landing on a sloped surface will cancel a flurry rush before it begins.) -> flurry rushes still affect weapon durability

Bullet Time: -> requires falling from height obviously. -> Your Stamina! It Goes Down! -> also this is the only thing that really changed in TOTK’s combat: stamina is used when firing arrows, not just by entering bullet time itself.

Perfect Guard: -> you can perfect parry literally almost anything, including a bokoblin being thrown at you by a moblin, wolves, and apparently bees. -> negates explosive damage (i.e. remote bombs, bomb arrows, that one Lynel attack) if you manage to consistently get the timing right. I have not, so take this with a grain of salt <3 -> generally only used for Guardians (as far as I've seen from fellow players) and kinda falls to the wayside in TOTK bc there’s no real incentive to use it. -> does not give Wild any actual chance to utilise his champion ability even tho I like writing that it does bc then it would be a useful thing to learn in totk, Nintendo! Shocker!

Additional Weapons/Equipment: -> literally whatever he can get his goddamn hands on -> “You’ve heard of set bonuses, right?” -> Sheikah Slate

[wenclairfamily]

Enid and Wednesday Addams Star in: "THE KARATE GIRLS"

A grown up and married Wednesday and Enid find themselves swept into a werewolf martial arts tournament in an attempt to help their daughter. Will Wednesday discover that she's the best around? Is nothing ever gonna take her down?

Cover Art by @emeriart (used with permission)

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Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair. They were a duo that shouldn't have worked... but they did... and somehow their relationship resulted in marriage and two twin children - Harmony and Ana: two incredibly resourceful and talented teenage girls. Harmony, who carries both of her mother's special abilities, continues to grow and explore the world alongside the love of her life: Megan. Ana meanwhile is a very "different" type of girl without special powers, who is still trying to figure out what she wants to do with her life, while going on adventures with her boyfriend: Gerard... who just so happens to be a ghost... something that Gerard's parents (who thought for the last year that Gerard was dead) just learned...

"The Karate Girls"

Written by: "Fun But Shy Girl"

One cold afternoon at Nevermore Academy: Wednesday Addams and her wife Enid stood in the cobblestone courtyard, surrounded by a hushed crowd of students. Wednesday was wearing a dark jacket as she took a fighting stance, while Enid wore a colorful pink outfit while having her wolf claw nails pop out of her fingers. As Wednesday eyed her wife, she kept a straight face while saying, "You don't think you can really beat me, do you Enid?" Enid made a little smirk as she said, "I think you're about to have your world rocked Wednesday." Then Wednesday immediately began to circle around Enid with her fists closed, while Enid crouched down slightly and made a wolf life growling noise from her mouth.

The tension grew palpable as the students leaned in, notebooks and pencils at the ready to capture what they were witnessing. Then, with a sudden burst of speed, Wednesday struck out with a lightning-fast punch, her hand a blur in the afternoon light. Enid, anticipating the move, caught her wrist in a vice-like grip, twisting it and using the momentum to flip Wednesday over her shoulder. They landed with a thud that echoed through the courtyard, sending a shiver down the spines of those watching. The students gasped, their eyes wide with excitement and a hint of fear.

The battle between the two woman continued, each move consisting of precision and power. Enid leaped-frogged over a bench, using it as a springboard to land a kick that sent a crackling shock-wave through the air. Wednesday, unfazed, rolled to her feet and countered with a series of elbow strikes. The students watched in awe as the two women sparred, their techniques a blend of human and supernatural.

Suddenly the battle was interrupted by the sound of an old woman yelling, "What are you doing to my daughter Addams?" Wednesday and Enid immediately stopped their combat, as they turned to see Enid's mother running into the court yard, with Enid's father trailing in behind her. As Enid's mother looked worried, she pointed to Wednesday while saying, "I knew the day would come when that psychopath would try to murder my daughter. Don't worry Enid. Mama will help you defeat this Crypt Keeper!"

Enid quickly jumped between her mother and Wednesday as she said, "Whoa, whoa mom! Stop! Wednesday and me were just giving a demonstration in martial arts. Wednesday teaches the self defense class here at Nevermore! That's why all these students here are watching us." Enid's mother suddenly noticed all the students watching the entire ordeal. Enid's mother took a deep breath... and then reluctantly said, "My mistake."

Wednesday meanwhile turned to her students as she said, "That concludes this lesson. Be aware there may be an unexpected test of your skills before class resumes on Monday, as I may or may not have hired some former mercenaries to invade this school over the weekend so they can attack you and test your abilities in combat." All of the students immediately looked very scared as they slowly got up and walked out of the court yard. Enid made a little smile as she said, "Good job Wens, keeping your students on their toes with that funny empty threat." Wednesday then turned to look right at Enid with an angry face. Suddenly, Enid looked scared now as she said, "Were you not making an empty threat?"

Enid then shook her head for a brief moment, and then turned to look at her parents as she said, "Well, hi mom. Hi dad. What are you both doing here?" Enid's mother made a little smile as she said, "Well you told us we could visit you whenever we wanted." Enid began to look annoyed, but tried to put on a smile as she said, "That was referring to our house... not where we work." Enid's father then stepped forward as he said, "You both live here for most of the year now, and we were just passing through on our way to visit the Canadian mountains. We couldn't just come through Jericho and not say hello." Enid then looked a little calmer as she said, "Okay. Well... I'm sure we can find an empty dorm on campus for you both to stay at."

Then as Enid's mother began to look around, she said, "Where are my grandchildren though? It usually doesn't take me long to spot Harmony holding hands with that wife of hers, or see Ana blowing something up. What are they up to?" Enid then kept a composed look and smile as she said, "Oh, well Harmony and Megan graduated early and have already started attending university together. Ana meanwhile is now dating a ghost named Gerard; whose parents thought he had moved onto the great beyond, but just learned yesterday their son is both still around on this plain of existence as a spirit, and also dating someone." Enid's mother looked at Enid with a blank look for a moment... and then turned to look at her husband as she said, "Is this just a new thing the kids of today are into now? Dating ghosts?" Enid's father shrugged as he said, "Beats me Esther. I gave up trying to keep track of the latest fads as soon as we had kids."

Enid's mother then turned to look at Enid as she said, "So, anywhere we can get some grub?" Enid pointed to a nearby location as she said, "School restaurant is right over there. Whatever you get, just tell them you're with with me." As Enid's parents happily walked off, Enid then moved closer to Wednesday as she whispered, "You heard anything from Gerard's parents since they experienced their... revelation yesterday?" Wednesday turned her head as she said, "No... but I would assume that Gerard has much to discuss with his parents."

Meanwhile, the sun was setting over the horizon, casting a soft light into the home where Gerard's parents lived. Gerard was floating in the middle of the living room before his parents that were sitting in chairs facing him. Gerard's mother wiped a tear from her eye as she looked at her son's transparent figure, her face filled with many mixed and confused emotions. "So, you're really a ghost now," she murmured, her voice trembling. Gerard nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, I am..." he said, his voice echoing slightly. Gerard took a moment, gathering his thoughts before continuing to talk. "I don't remember dying," he began, "but I've been stuck in this... in-between kind of existence for a while."

"And how did you meet Ana?" Gerard's father inquired, his curiosity piqued despite his confusion. Gerard paused for a moment, and then said, "It's a bit complicated... but I like her, and she likes me, and she doesn't think I'm weird or scary. She's also the most perfect girl I've ever met." Suddenly, the door to the dining room swung open, and Ana walked in, her hair disheveled from sleep while wearing fluffy pajamas. She spotted Gerard's parents, looking slightly embarrassed. "Oh, good morning," she mumbled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. As Ana sat down she said, "Thanks for letting me crash in your guest room. I really didn't want to go back to Nevermore last night." Gerard's mother looked confused as she said, "It's almost evening. Did you sleep through the whole day?"

Gerard then looked guilty as he said, "Sorry. That was sort of my fault. I don't sleep at all anymore, and I sort of lost track of time as me and Ana were binge watching our new favorite show." Gerard's father began to look worried as he said, "You stayed up all night with a girl?" Gerard's mother then gently touched the hand of her husband as she said, "Dear, lets not get angry. I mean it's not like Gerard could... impregnate anyone anymore." Gerard then began to look angry as he said, "Whoa, mom. Do you really think that little of me!?"

Ana then clasped her hands together, and smiled as she said, "First off, I am so sorry we all got off to the wrong start. We totally didn't want you to learn about me dating your ghost son the way you did... and also totally didn't want you to learn about your son being a ghost the way you did. These things just happen in life... or rather, the afterlife depending on your perspective." Gerard's mother tried to make a warm smile as she said, "It's okay. We're... we're just happy to know Gerard isn't alone anymore, and we're happy to see he's happy... despite him finding that happiness at a state in his existence we didn't expect him to discover it."

The four all remained silent for a moment as they seemed unsure of what to say. Then the silence was broken as Gerard's dad looked at Ana and Gerard while saying, "Are you two being safe when you're intimate?" Ana's eyes widened with confusion as she said, "Say what?" Gerard meanwhile again looked angry as he said, "What the heck is that supposed to mean!? We can't even touch each other!" Gerard's father then looked a bit confused as he said, "Oh, I'm sorry. It's just I was doing some reading on my iPad last night, trying to learn more about ghosts, and I learned of an ancient werewolf talisman that can help the living actually touch spirits. Since Ana's mom is werewolf, I thought she just had one of those."

A look of great surprise entered Ana's face as she said, "Hold on. Backtrack. There's an ancient werewolf talisman that can help the living touch spirits!?" Gerard's father looked a bit confused at Ana's reaction, as he simply nodded his head. Ana suddenly had a look of excitement on her face as she looked at Gerard while saying, "I'll be back babe." Then Ana happily rushed out of the house. Once she was gone, Gerard's mother then turned to look at Gerard as she said, "I'm glad you've found a nice girl for yourself Gerard. So... if you can't touch each other, how do you two get intimate? Do you both just have... happy time under your pants in front of each other?" Gerard then began to look very angry and uncomfortable as he yelled, "MOM!"

Wednesday, Enid, and Enid's parents were sitting in a dining hall together as they were in the midst of eating and talking. As the four were in the midst of conversation, Enid's mother said, "So Wednesday, you've been teaching the self defense classes here for awhile now?" Wednesday nodded her head as she said, "Ever since I began my employment here." Enid's mother smiled as she said, "Well, that's nice. I'm sure you teach the beginner basics of combat adequately enough." Anger suddenly began to enter Wednesday's eyes, which Enid immediately noticed as she said, "Mom, Wednesday teaches some particularly advanced martial arts here." Enid's mother then chuckled a bit, followed by saying, "Oh, well I'm sure they're advanced for most people at this school. However... nothing can top werewolf martial arts." Wednesday then grabbed a knife near her as she said, "Is that a challenge?"

Suddenly Ana ran into the room and stopped right in front of Enid as she said, "Hey mom. How you doing? Don't answer that. I have more important things to ask." Enid looked at Ana with a confused face as she said, "Ana, where were you today? You skipped all your classes." Ana then stood with a matter of fact face as she said, "Well... maybe that's what you believe, but I believe differently, and I consider it a violation of my American rights if you disagree with anything I say." Enid looked even more confused now as she said, "Ana, that's a load of garbage." Ana simply shrugged as she said, "We can agree to disagree. But right now, I need to ask about some ancient werewolf talisman that can allow people to touch spirits. So, I just want someone to tell me where it is, and then: gimme, gimme, gimme."

Enid's mother then spoke up as she said, "I think you mean the Talismans of the Moon. Werewolves have allegedly used them in ancient times to touch the spirits of their ancestors. All have been lost to time, but one still remains." Ana then sat right next to her grandmother as she said, "So grandma... can you give me access to this great Talisman of the Moon thing? If you do, I'll totally give you so much dirt you can hold over my mother, and remind her forever that I love you more than her." Wednesday then began to look angry as she stood up while saying, "Excuse me?" Ana then glanced back at Wednesday as she said, "Oh, come on mother. Don't be so sensitive. You only gave birth to me. Grandma here can help me finally make out with my ghost boyfriend!"

Enid's mother looked a bit reluctant to speak as she said, "Well... as much as I appreciate your offer, I don't own the talisman. However, in honor of the 50th anniversary of the Werewolf Martial Arts tournament, this year's winner will be rewarded the highest honor of receiving the last surviving Talisman of the Moon." Ana then looked excited as she said, "Wait. There's a Werewolf Karate Tournament that will get me this cool talisman!? Okay, sign me up!" Enid's mother looked worried now as she said, "Ana... this is a tournament for werewolves. As my granddaughter, you are allowed to enter, but you would have to face experienced fighters that can fully wolf out." Ana then looked determined as she said, "But I can beat them grandma. I have faced countless powerful adversaries over the years, from crazy mutants to evil demons. I'll defeat any werewolf in my way if doing so will give me the key to becoming closer to the boy I love."

As Enid heard Ana's final words, happiness entered her face as she said, "Oh, Ana... that sounds so beautiful." Wednesday then glared at Enid as she said, "It's not beautiful Enid. Our daughter is simply being driven by her hormones, because she has a single focus of wanting to finally get laid with her ghost boyfriend." Enid then put her hands over her heart as she said, "I know... and it's so beautiful. You know what Ana? Me and your mother will enter this tournament too. Wednesday is part of our pack via marriage, so she can definitely enter. That should increase the odds of at least one of us getting this talisman." Wednesday raised her eyebrows as she said, "Excuse me?"

Enid's father then finally spoke up as he said, "Enid, I took you to one of these Werewolf Martial Arts tournaments when you were young. Don't you remember how intense it was? It's not like watching your brothers when they would rough house in the back yard while growing up. These are trained fighters that enter these tournaments. You haven't trained in their style of combat." Then Enid's mother tried to sound sympathetic as she said, "Also, Wednesday may be a determined and dedicated woman; but look at her tiny thin body. A woman like her wouldn't stand a chance in a tournament against the mightiest of mighty werewolves." Suddenly anger entered Wednesday's face, as her fists hit the table, and with conviction in her voice, Wednesday said, "Bring it on."

Several days later, Wednesday and Enid were running back and forth on a small field while Enid's mother stood nearby watching them. As Wednesday and Enid's running continued, Enid's mother yelled, "Come on. Don't pause at all when you have to turn around and run back the way you came. Shifting your direction and position should be instantaneous! Come on Addams! Put some muscle on those legs." As Wednesday kept moving, anger filled her eyes as she said, "I'll show you the muscle contained in my fists." However, Enid whispered, "Chill Wens. She's helping us. As much as I don't want to admit it, her training is actually useful."

Meanwhile, Ana was in the woods wearing special gloves that had metallic claws attached to them. As Ana was hitting a large tree with her metal claws, Enid's father stood nearby as he said, "That's it Ana. But don't do large sweeping swipes. Do quick jabs. More hits per second do more damage." Ana smiled as she said, "This is awesome Grandpa. So when am I going to get some cool armor to wear for my matches?" As Ana's grandfather chuckled, he said, "Ana, as someone who can't wolf out, you're only allowed to bring one tool into combat with you that isn't a projectile, and the claw gloves are the only thing that will put you on equal footing with your opponent. No additional weapons or armor are allowed in Werewolf Martial Arts." Ana however had a pleading look in her eyes as she said, "But can't we get someone to change those rules? I mean I wanna stand before the crowds, yell henshin, and then wear a cool suit of armor with big bug like eyes and a scarf around my neck, and then I'll wave my arms around as I announce myself as Kamen Rider Anarchy. Come on! A very small percentage of the audience would go crazy for that!"

Some time later, Wednesday and Enid were sparring with each other in an open field. Enid had her hands turned into wolf claws as she was throwing them at Wednesday. As Wednesday ducked under each of Enid's attacks, Enid's mother stood nearby yelling, "Don't just maneuver around your opponent's attacks. Every time an enemy takes a swing at you, they're leaving everything close to their center more vulnerable to attack." Then as Enid took another swing at Wednesday, Wednesday ducked and punched Enid in the stomach. Enid fell back, looking weakened... but then smirked as she howled up at the sky while beginning to wolf out. As Enid turned into a werewolf, Wednesday began to circle her. Enid then pounced towards Wednesday, as Wednesday quickly rolled out of the way. As the sparring continued, Enid's mother began to focus her eyes exclusively on Enid. As Enid's mother watched Enid jump around in her werewolf form, she began to make a very proud smile.

At the same time: Ana was running through the woods as her grandfather (in his werewolf form) was chasing her. Ana then jumped off a small cliff as she did a flip in the air. Then Ana held out her claw gloves, and used the claws to hit the ground as she landed. Using the momentum from falling, Ana quickly rolled forward, and then looked back at her grandfather as she made a loud growling noise. Ana's grandfather then grabbed a nearby robe as he began to transform back to his regular human form. As Ana's grandfather had his body wrapped in the robe, he walked towards Ana as he said, "Very good work with your agility and landing Ana. That will really help help you in your matches."

Ana smiled as she said, "Thanks Grandpa. So we can talk about music that will play during my matches? You see, I have a really long list of 80's songs I would love to play." Ana's grandfather chuckled as he said, "Sorry Ana, but that's not a necessary component to winning in werewolf martial arts." Then as Ana began to have her fists make several jabs at the air, she said, "But Grandpa, when my opponents see me facing them, I want the music to make them think they're seeing into the eye of the tiger. It's the thrill of the fight, rising up to the challenge of our rival! Come on! A very large percentage of the audience would actually go crazy for that, so at least it be a crowd pleaser."

Some time later, in a large garden: Wednesday and Enid were blind folded as they were moving though a maze of many flowers and trees. Enid relied heavily on her heightened sense of smell and hearing to guide her, while Wednesday's unyielding focus and instincts helped her weave her way through the garden. Both women were wearing skin tight black outfits, with Wednesday also wearing metallic gloves that had blades in the shape of claws coming from them. Wednesday's footsteps were silent, while Enid's were heavier but swift. Soon, Wednesday and Enid circled each other, the rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl being the only sounds they heard.

Suddenly, the air was filled with the sound of Enid's claws swiping and the rustling of leaves as she tried to find her target. Wednesday, on the other hand, remained still, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Suddenly, the quiet was broken by a swift snap of a twig, and Wednesday knew exactly where Enid was. She spun around, and with a graceful pivot, she threw a punch in the direction of the sound. It was met with nothing but air. The two continued to dance around each other, each trying to outsmart and outdo the other. Enid's natural claws swiped and hit Wednesday's metallic claws she wore. Enid lunged and retreated, while Wednesday's movements were more calculated and precise. Each time they encountered one another, the sound of their claws clashing echoed through the night.

Meanwhile, Enid's mother was watching from nearby as she said, "Keep going. Let your instincts improve. If your head turns from your opponent for just a second, you need to be experienced as using your other senses to be aware of what's happening all around you." The sparring grew more heated as Wednesday and Enid moved closer to the edge of the garden. Their hearts raced in time with their breaths, and the air was thick with anticipation. However before Wednesday could deliver a knock out move at Enid, Enid's mother stepped forward as she said, "That's enough for tonight."

Wednesday and Enid then took off their blind folds as Enid's mother said, "Enid, you've really come a long way these last few days. I couldn't be more proud of you... and Addams... I was impressed in your ability to follow my orders. You're typically more of an anti-authority kind of gal." Wednesday then glared straight at Enid's mother as she said, "It's important for anyone to learn as much as possible about their enemies, in the event combat with them would emerge one day." Enid's mother then had a nervous and confused look on her face, while Wednesday (with a very small smile on her face) walked past her.

In the early evening, Ana was again practicing hitting a tree with her claw gloves. From nearby, Gerard hovered over to Ana, his ghostly form slightly flickering in the moon light. "How's the training going?" he asked. Ana stopped mid-swing, a bit out of breath. "It's okay," she said, "but I'm not sure if it's going to be enough. I've never fought werewolves before, and I don't even know if these claws I'm wearing will be any use on them. Uggh. I just really wanna win this tournament and get that talisman." As Gerard looked a bit hesitant to speak, he said, "Well... my dad was doing more research on that talisman, and it doesn't look like anyone in modern history has actually used it to touch a ghost. Also, the old legends are vague anyway. There's honestly only a small chance this medallion can do what you're hoping it does."

Ana then began use her claws to hit the tree again as she said, "Well, a small chance is better than no chance... and also... I just wanna prove to my werewolf side of the family, and werewolves everywhere I can do this." Gerard had a confused look on his ghostly face as he said, "Ana... ever since I met you, you never came across as someone who needed the approval of others. What's going on?" Ana took a deep breath as she sat down, and then looked down as she said, "It's not about winning the approval of others. I've never needed it... but other people that lack certain abilities still do. I wanna show everyone out there that feels like they have some sort of disability, that they're still strong with all the abilities they do have... and what better way to prove that to the world than have a girl who has never wolfed out in her life defeating a big hairy full fledged werewolf at their own game."

Gerard smirked as he said, "Now that sounds more like you. Come on. Let me help you practice. I'll zoom around as a target, and you try to keep up with me." Ana smirked as she jumped up and lunged her claws at Gerard. Gerard floated back and forth, trying to make it slightly difficult for Ana to send her claws through his transparent form. Ana laughed as she passed through Gerard's body several times, and yet continued to make more swings at him. Eventually a laughing Ana tripped and fell down on the grass.

Gerard then put his body in a laid down position as he floated just above the grass near Ana. Both Ana and Gerard laid on their sides as they looked at each other. As Ana looked into Gerard's eyes, she said, "Even if I don't win this medallion, I just want you to know that I won't for a second consider leaving you because..." Gerard suddenly interrupted Ana as he said, "Shhh. I know you won't... because I love you." Ana then held out her hand as she said, "Love you too." Gerard held out his own ghostly hand as he brought it as close as he could to Ana's hand without going through it. Then Ana and Gerard just looked into each other's eyes and smiled.

Several days later, the werewolf tournament had begun. The event was held in a coliseum built into the side of a hill, with the early evening moon casting eerie shadows across the stone seats. The air was electric with the scent of fur and excitement as crowds gathered to watch. The coliseum was adorned with banners and torches, the flames casting flickering lights across all combatants. In the front of the arena stood a large podium, where the talisman of the moon, a wooden circle several millimeters thick being held by a silver string, sat in a distinguished spot surrounded by guards.

Meanwhile, Enid was standing near a tent as she said, "Come on out Wednesday." Enid could hear Wednesday inside the tent say, "Never!" Enid however made a smile as she said, "Come on Wednesday. Don't be afraid to come out." Then from inside the tent, Wednesday yelled, "I will never come out!" Enid however made a bigger smile as she said, "Come on Wens-babe. You pretty much came out to the entire world the day you married me. You got nothing to hide now." Wednesday reluctantly stepped out of the tent wearing a skin tight black cat suit, with cat ears on her head. Wednesday turned to look at Enid who was wearing a matching outfit, but with whiskers also painted on her face.

A super excited Enid said, "OMG! You are purr-fect! Look at us Wens. Together again in a competition wearing our classic black cat suits. These will be perfect outfits to wear when we enter the arena." Wednesday however made an angry glare at Enid as she said, "I thought we had to come to an agreement Enid. I was to wear this outfit for you only on your birthday, only in our bedroom, and only if no one else would witness it." Suddenly, Ana appeared walking towards her two mothers in an identical black cat suit as she said, "I think these outfits rock. Plus, I see the total irony in girls dressed as cats taking down a bunch of tough dogs. We are so gonna take down every opponent that gets in our way tonight!"

However, the three women were suddenly interrupted by three nearby hairy men wearing clothes made of bear fur that were howling at them. One of the three hairy men spoke in a thick Russian accent as he said, "Look everyone at the little pussies that want to play with the big boys." The three hairy men laughed as a glaring Enid softly said, "Err. Russian Werewolves. They're the worst kind of werewolves. They never stop giving werewolves from the rest of the world a bad name." Then another of the hairy men, also speaking in a thick Russian accent said, "Hey little pussies. Are you here to fight with us, or would you like to pretend you're puppies instead and chew on our big bones." As the hairy men began to walk away laughing, Wednesday began to pull a knife out of her pocket as she said, "Give me forty seconds and I'll carve them up like the stinking fish they are."

Enid however quickly got in front of Wednesday, put a hand on her wife's wrist, and then said, "No Wednesday. We talked about this. We don't carve up our enemies anymore." Wednesday glared into Enid's eyes as she said, "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't." Enid kept a serious face on as she said, "Because we need to defeat those guys in public to prove to everyone out there how strong we are." Wednesday however kept glaring at Enid as she said, "Give me a better reason." Enid continued to keep a serious face as she said, "You do as I say... and I'll do that secret move on you when we have sex tonight that makes you howl." Wednesday silently looked at Enid with a glaring face... and then put away her knife as she said, "Your manipulative proposal is acceptable... this time."

The first match of the tournament began as the lights grew dimmer in the coliseum. The crowd grew quiet as the sound of a gong echoed through the early evening sky. Ana took her spot in the arena, standing in her black cat suit while wearing her special gloves that had metallic claws attached to them. Across from her was a towering figure: a male werewolf with fur as dark as the night itself. His eyes were like burning embers, and his teeth gleamed in the torchlight. The crowd was in a frenzy as the announcer boomed, "Welcome everyone, to the first round of the Werewolf Martial Arts Tournament!"

Immediately the bell rang, and Ana's opponent ran at her. As Ana's enemy threw his claws at her, Ana did a flip over his attack while using the claws attached to her gloves to scratch up her opponent. Ana then moved like a shadow, darting around the opposing werewolf, her claws flashing in the moonlight as she scored points with quick jabs and nifty maneuvers. Her opponent meanwhile used his massive paws to send dust and gravel flying through the air, while his roars could be heard echoing across the coliseum. The crowd was on the edge of their seats as Ana's speed and agility kept her just out of reach of her enemy's powerful blows.

Meanwhile, Enid was in her own battle, her werewolf form giving her the speed and power she needed to face off against a rival that was equally as skilled. Her movements were fluid, a blur of fur and fangs as she danced around her opponent. The match was intense, a display of raw instinct and honed abilities. Each blow Enid landed was met with another, as the two combatants were locked in a fierce dance of strength and cunning.

Wednesday's match that was happening at the same time began with a sudden burst of speed from her opponent. Another werewolf was moving in a blur of motion as he circled around her. However as he lunged at Wednesday, she disappeared from his view, only to reappear behind him. With a swift kick, Wednesday sent him sprawling, the crowd gasping in amazement. The werewolf opponent laid on the ground unable to get up, with Wednesday being declared the the winner.

Some time later: Wednesday, Enid, and Ana were sitting on the sidelines watching other werewolves combating with each other. As Enid put her hand over her heart, she said, "I'm so glad we all won our first round... but that was way more intense than I thought it be. Was it a dumb idea to not ask Harmony to come to this event and help us?" Ana made a little sigh, and then said, "Mom, she's busy with college and still being a newlywed. Plus, she's a full fledged werewolf with plenty of combat experience. However, mom, you're well known for being a late bloomer when it comes to wolfing out, thus you were always an underdog in the werewolf community. Meanwhile, mother isn't a werewolf at all, and I never inherited the wolfing out gene. It'll mean way more if one of us wins."

Then Ana turned her head and saw far away in a dark corner was Gerard floating above the ground watching. Ana then made a big smile as she said, "Be right back." Ana then rushed over to Gerard excitedly as she said, "Hey babe. Did you see that first fight?" Gerard smiled as he said, "Yeah. You were amazing. You feeling okay?" As Ana put a hand over her heart, she said, "Honestly... my heart's still racing a bit... although maybe that's just because I know you're here now. Hey. You wanna come out in the open and watch the matches more closely?" Gerard looked a bit hesitant as he said, "I don't know. I'm still a little scared with crowds seeing me. Some people get really scared and freaked out over seeing ghosts." Ana smiled as she said, "Unfortunately, too many people get scared and freaked out over things they don't understand... but they'll understand you better once they can see you." Gerard took a deep breath... and then said, "I'll think about that."

The second series of matches began with Enid facing a werewolf with fur as white as snow. As they fought, Enid's speed and agility was matched by her opponent's brute strength. They moved in a whirlwind of fur and teeth, each trying to out maneuver the other. The match was a close one, with Enid knocking her opponent down. However, after being declared a winner: Enid stumbled to the ground, panting heavily.

Wednesday meanwhile was being forced into a corner by her own werewolf opponent. However just as her opponent pounced towards her, Wednesday used the metallic claws attached to her gloves she was wearing to knock her opponent off balance. After one more swift punch, Wednesday was declared the victor. As she prepared to walk to the sidelines, Wednesday made a small smirk as she saw Ana winning her own match nearby using a move very similar to what she had just done.

In another area of the arena minutes later: Enid was facing another powerful werewolf opponent. The crowd watched in awe as she and the other werewolf battled fiercely, their movements a blur of fur and fangs. After a grueling back-and-forth, Enid's exhaustion got the better of her, and she took a devastating hit that sent her sprawling out of the ring. She groaned in pain, but couldn't get up fast enough as the referee declared she had lost.

Ana, however, continued to dominate the competition. As Ana moved against her following opponents, she moved with ideal precision and timing, her claws flashing through the air as she dispatched each werewolf with grace and confidence. Her prowess grew more and more evident with each consecutive victory she gained.

Wednesday meanwhile was facing off against one of the Russian werewolves as he was throwing his fists at her. Wednesday dodged her opponent's attacks, her movements precise and calculated; but she could feel the power behind each swing. The Russian werewolf was relentless, his fur matting with sweat as he grinned, showing off teeth sharper than knives. Despite her agility and cleverness, Wednesday soon found herself backed into a corner. The Russian werewolf took advantage of the moment, charging at her with a roar that shook the very ground beneath them.

Wednesday tried to have her metallic claws hit her opponent, aiming for his throat, but he was too fast. He ducked and swiped at her legs, sending her tumbling to the ground. Then in a split second, the Russian werewolf made a powerful kick, sending Wednesday flying through the air and out of the ring. The crowd gasped, and the referee's whistle blew, signaling that the match was over and that Wednesday had lost.

As the Russian werewolf put on a robe and transformed back into his human form, he looked down at Wednesday as he said, "Aww. Does the mama pussy have a booboo?" Then Ana ran over to Wednesday from nearby as she said, "Don't worry mom. I made it to the final match. Our family is still in this thing." The Russian werewolf however put on an excited face as he said, "Ooo. I get play with a little pussy soon. How exciting!" The Russian werewolf walked away laughing, as a wide eyed Wednesday laid on the ground with a great amount of confusion all over her face... which slowly was replaced with anger. As Ana helped Wednesday up, she said, "You okay mother?" As Wednesday made a very angry glare in her eyes, she said, "Ana... show that dog the full might of our family's fury."

The final match was soon to begin. The arena was now packed with more spectators than ever, their eyes glued to the center stage. Ana stood in the moonlit coliseum, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and determination. Across from her, the Russian werewolf stood in his human form with a cocky smile on his face. He flexed his arms and cracked his neck while winking at Ana. A nearby referee then loudly said, "For this final match: all it will take is three knock downs to be declared victor. You will battle when the bell rings." Ana then took a fighting position with her metallic claws out, while her opponent began to transform into his very hairy werewolf form.

The bell rang out, echoing through the coliseum, and the match began. The Russian werewolf charged at Ana, his eyes glowing with a fiery intensity. Ana remained calm, her eyes locked on her opponent. As the werewolf closed in, Ana waited for the perfect moment, and then with lightning speed, she dashed to the side. The Russian werewolf's massive paw swiped through the air, missing her by a hair's breadth. The crowd roared with excitement, feeling the tension building in the air. The fight was brutal, with each blow exchanged resonating through the arena. Ana dodged and weaved around her werewolf opponent's heavy strikes. Her metallic claws flashed in the moonlight, leaving shallow cuts across his fur. The Russian werewolf snarled, his eyes never leaving her.

However, as Ana ran to deliver an attack: the Russian werewolf lunged at Ana, his teeth snapping in the air. But using her agility, Ana jumped onto his back, her claws digging into his fur. The werewolf roared in pain, but it was not enough to knock him down. He bucked and threw her off, sending her rolling across the ground. She quickly got to her feet, but not before the Russian werewolf took the opportunity to pounce, knocking her to the ground with a powerful blow. The crowd gasped as she hit the dirt. The referee quickly made the call that Ana's opponent made the first of his three points needed to win.

Ana stood up, dirt and fur clinging to her black cat suit, and took a moment to compose herself. The Russian werewolf approached her, his chest heaving with each breath, his teeth bared in a grin. "You're fast for a pussy," he taunted with a thick grizzly wolf-like voice, "but you're no werewolf." Ana's eyes narrowed as she felt a surge of anger and determination, and then ran at her opponent again. The Russian werewolf swiped at her again, but this time Ana dodged and rolled under his paws, coming up behind him. She jumped and latched onto his back once more. He howled in frustration, and with a mighty roar, he threw her off, sending her flying through the air. Ana landed on her back hard, skidding across the ground as she screamed in pain. The referee quickly yelled out that Ana's opponent made the second of his three points needed to win.

As Ana laid on the ground looking weak, Gerard (who had been watching the entire fight from afar) looked nervous, but then flew out into the arena towards Ana. As the crowd began make cheering noises for him, the Russian werewolf smiled as he loudly said, "Go ahead little pussy. Take all the time you need to recover. In fact, I'll even invoke the Right of Merciful Assistance for you to allow another loved one to come into the match and help you. Take a minute to even get a better weapon if you need to. There's no way a Pretend Werewolf can defeat me." As Ana slowly sat up, she saw Gerard floating near her. Ana looked surprised as he said, "Gerard... you're letting countless people see you. I thought..." Gerard quickly interrupted Ana as he said, "All that matters is that you can see me Ana. Listen, you can't give up. You're one of the strongest people I know."

As Ana looked upset, she said, "No. That guy's right. I'm no werewolf... and I'll never be." Gerard then looked right into Ana's eyes, and made a little smile as he said, "Of course you're not a werewolf. You're you. You're not a werewolf, a psychic, or even of complete stable mind. You're Anarchy Sinclair Addams! Your first name literally means: absence or nonrecognition of authority and controlling systems. You don't recognize the rules of reality. You toss them aside to do whatever the hell you want, fortunately for the greater good. However you haven't been yourself recently. You've confined yourself to fighting like a werewolf. You're tried to combat your opponents the way people here would expect you to. But screw that! Don't do anything anyone expects. Do the most unexpected insane thing you can think of! That's when you're at your strongest! That's when you win!"

Ana sat silent for a moment... and then smiled as she said, "Thank you Gerard." Then Ana stood up as she looked at the Russian werewolf who stood waiting with a smile. Ana then took off her claw gloves, as the Russian werewolf smiled while saying, "Is this a sign that you've given up?" Ana smirked as she took off her cat ears while saying, "Oh no. You said I could get a better weapon to use... and I have." Then Ana happily took a red yo-yo out of her pocket, as the Russian werewolf said, "You're using a yo-yo? What kind of werewolf are you trying to be girl?" Then as Ana put a red and black domino mask over her face, she took off her cat suit to reveal she was wearing a red skin tight suit with black dots while she said, "I'm not here to be a werewolf. I'm here to be miraculous... simply the best. Up to the test when things go wrong!"

Ana quickly ran towards her opponent again as the Russian werewolf lunged for her. However, Ana jumped over his head and whipped the yo-yo at his legs. The yo-yo wrapped around one of his ankles, tripping him up and sending him sprawling to the ground. The crowd gasped and then erupted into laughter, while the referee announced that Ana scored her first point. Ana landed gracefully and gave a little bow as she said, "Thank you very much! Just a little luck that comes when you're dressed like a miraculous ladybug!" The Russian werewolf snarled and pulled the yo-yo off as he began to get to his feet.

Ana's opponent then jumped at her again. It looked like he was about to body slam Ana... until a wind came out of nowhere holding the Russian werewolf in mid-air. Gerard then appeared under the Russian werewolf smiling as he said, "You did invoke the Right of Merciful Assistance to allow Ana another loved one to come into the match and help her... and there is no one that loves Ana like I do." As the Russian werewolf remained floating in mid-air, he said, "How is it girl, that you command a spirit to be loyal to you!?" Ana crossed her arms, while smirking as she said, "It's because I'm miraculous, the luckiest. The power of love, always so strong!"

Then Gerard stopped having wind come from his body, causing the Russian werewolf to fall to the ground hard. The referee quickly announced Ana had scored another point, while the Russian werewolf angerly stood up. Ana and her opponent then began to circle each other again, with the crowd on the edge of their seats. Ana's yo-yo spun in her hand as she smirked. Then the Russian werewolf made his move again, charging at her with great fury. Ana waited until the last second, and then threw the yo-yo. It hit the Russian werewolf right between the eyes, bouncing off and then wrapping around his neck. Ana pulled the yo-yo string, and the Russian werewolf chocked and stumbled, giving her just enough time to run around behind him and jump onto his back again.

The Russian werewolf roared and tried to throw her off, but Ana had a tight grip on him with her legs around his neck. She began to hit his head repeatedly with her fists, each punch echoing through the coliseum. The crowd was in a frenzy as the Russian werewolf stumbled around, trying to dislodge her. As he tried to move Ana off his body, he yelled, "You cannot defeat me little girl! You cannot make me even fear these pathetic punches you throw!" Then suddenly Gerard floated right in front of the Russian werewolf as he said, "Well maybe you'll feel different when I possess you for a moment, and make you feel an emotion you haven't felt for a long time."

As Gerard's hands glowed, the Russian werewolf felt his mind being altered... and then he screamed, "Ahh! Get this girl off me! Get her off me! Get off her me!" The entire crowd laughed as Ana jumped up and threw her yo-yo again, this time aiming right at her opponent's eyes. It hit with a satisfying 'thwack', and the Russian werewolf stumbled back, temporarily blinded. Ana then sprinted towards her opponent as she said, "Time to pound it." Then with all her might, Ana kicked her opponent right in the chest. The impact sent him flying through the air, and he landed with a thud.

The crowd went wild as the referee announced that Ana had scored her third and final point. As Ana heard the cheers, she caught her breath, and then looked at all of the spectators around her as she smiled. The Russian werewolf meanwhile lay on the ground, defeated, his chest heaving as he grabbed a nearby robe while transforming back into his human form.

Wednesday and Enid then rushed over to the where Ana was standing. Enid's face was beaming with pride, while Wednesday was making a surprise smirk. Enid scooped Ana up in a tight hug, whispering in her ear, "You were absolutely amazing. I'm so proud of you." Wednesday meanwhile raised one eyebrow as she said, "Now perhaps you can start giving that amount of focus and determination to your school work." Ana giggled as she said, "Coming from you mom, I'll take that as a high compliment." Gerard meanwhile floated near Ana, looking at her with pride as he said, "You were spectacular tonight." Then Ana looked into Gerard's eyes, smiling as she said, "No Gerard. We were spectacular tonight."

Then suddenly Ana heard two other familiar voices calling out her name. As Ana turned her head, she saw Enid's parents, her grandparents, coming towards her. Ana's grandfather made a warm smile as he said, "You went off the book Ana... but you relied on your strengths, and that's what matters most." Ana's grandmother meanwhile hugged Ana as she said, "You may have never wolfed out... but you honored your werewolf ancestors tonight honey. Good work."

Then everyone heard an announcer say, "And now our champion: Anarchy Sinclair Addams will be presented the famed Talisman of the Moon." A referee then handed the wooden talisman to the Russian Werewolf, motioning for him to give it to Ana. The Russian werewolf then walked towards Ana as he said, "You're all right Addams. Good match." Ana smiled as she reached out her hand and said, "Thanks a lot." Then just as Ana was about to touch the wooden talisman... the Russian werewolf suddenly dropped the fragile talisman to the ground... where it immediately broke.

Ana suddenly fell to her knees looking devastated, her eyes wide as he said, "No! No, no, no, no! Noooooo!" The Russian werewolf made an evil smile as he sarcastically said, "Whoops. Butter fingers." Ana then stood up with fury in her eyes as she starred down the Russian werewolf while yelling, "You! I'm gonna kill you!" Gerard then held out his hands as he tried to sound very calm while saying, "It's okay Ana. Don't let him control you. It's gonna be okay." As tears appeared in Ana's eyes, she yelled, "No, it's not! That talisman could've meant everything to me! To us! But now, I am gonna to destroy that creature!" Suddenly, Wednesday got in Ana's way as she said, "Ana, it's not proper for you to waste your time getting revenge on small minded bullies that harass you... when as your mother, that's my job."

Then Wednesday suddenly threw a fast hard punch right into the Russian werewolf's face. Then before he could react, Wednesday sent several more punches to his chest, and then kicked him hard to the ground. Then Wednesday got down as she began delivering blow after blow to the Russian werewolf. As Wednesday continued to attack him, the Russian werewolf tried to scream for mercy, but Wednesday wouldn't stop as a crazed smile began to appear on her face. Everyone else meanwhile just stood watching the scene, looking completely uncertain of what to do. Gerard then nervously asked, "Should we stop her?" Enid however put a finger near her lips, as she began to make an excited smile while saying, "Actually, don't. Anytime she gets this violent, she always gets way more frisky and horny in bed a few hours later."

Several days later, Ana was standing on top of a cold mountain wearing thick winter clothes, while Gerard floated in front of her. Snow and wind was blowing around them as Ana pulled her winter hat down slightly while saying, "So you finally gonna tell me why we came all the way up here?" Gerard made a warm smile as he said, "Well first off, I just wanted to let you know Ana how proud I am of what you accomplished the other day; and even though you didn't get the item you wished could enhance our relationship, I am completely content with how things are between us." Ana made a little smile as she said, "Thanks Gerard... and as long as you're always with me... I'm content too."

Gerard then began to wave his hands together as he said, "But with that being said... I've been experimenting with how I can control the wind. I found when it rained, I could actually use my control of the wind to control the direction of many rain droplets if I concentrated hard enough. Then I realized that snow is just frozen rain droplets. So I began to experiment with how I could control snow as it fell... and then finally pulled off this." As Gerard waved his arms around, suddenly an ice sculpture in the shape of a hand began to appear in Ana's hands.

As Ana held the frozen sculpture up, she studied it for a moment. It wasn't a perfect recreation of a hand, instead looking more like a mitten; but the approximation was still very close. Gerard looked a bit displeased with himself as he said, "Sorry I can only make a hand, and sorry it doesn't look perfect, and sorry it has to be so cold for me to do this. It's just that I wanted to find someway to..." Ana suddenly interrupted Gerard, smiling as she said, "Shhh." Then Ana held the frozen hand against her cheek as she said, "It's the warmest touch I've ever felt." Gerard made a very grateful smile, as Ana made a very grateful smile back. Then both Ana and Gerard continued to simply smile at one another at the top of the mountain, as the snow continued to blow around them.

THE END

*Next Time: Wednesday Addams: All Alone

[hantengudelulu]

Upper Moon 4 *is* stronger than Upper Moon 6

Why Upper Moon 4 Is Stronger Than Upper Moon 6

There’s a recurring debate about whether Gyutaro was stronger than the clones of Upper Moon 4, with some arguing that only Zohakuten is the “real” Upper Moon 4. I disagree—and here’s why that view misses key context.

1. The Entertainment District fight was inflated. While the battle with Gyutaro and Daki was visually stunning and emotionally intense, the narrative clearly shows that Tanjiro’s team barely survived. Tengen was poisoned and outmatched. Tanjiro didn’t have the mark yet, and Zenitsu and Inosuke were pushed to their limits. But that’s the point—it was a major struggle because they were weaker then. That was their threshold at the time.

By contrast, when Tanjiro fought the clones of Hantengu, he had:

The mark,

A significantly more trained and battle-hardened body,

Developed Sun Breathing to a usable level,

Better tactical awareness and swordsmanship.

He was much stronger than when he faced Gyutaro—yet even then, the clones nearly overwhelmed him. That should tell you something.

2. Sekido's reflexes alone prove insane power scaling. There’s a key moment that fans often overlook: when Genya fires at Sekido, and Sekido’s eye visibly tracks the bullet. That’s Superman vs Flash-level reflexes—showcased in slow motion for us to even understand what’s happening. The fact that he could see and react to that speed says volumes about his combat capability.

3. Their Blood Demon Arts would obliterate early-series Tanjiro. People also underestimate just how lethal each clone’s technique is:

Urogi’s sonic scream isn’t just loud—it shatters buildings and throws off internal equilibrium.

Karaku’s pressure gusts can break bones from a distance, throw opponents like ragdolls, and destroy terrain.

Aizetsu’s spear fighting skills plus his weeping spears are deadly and fast.

Sekido’s lightning doesn’t just paralyze I reckon it cooks from the inside out.

Had Tanjiro met them back in the Entertainment District arc, without his mark or sun breathing, any one of them could’ve killed him outright.

4. Total Concentration Breathing is a defense multiplier. Breathing techniques increase resilience and auto-healing. That explains how Tanjiro, Genya, and Nezuko withstood attacks that might have one-shot someone else. Imagine how fatal Sekido’s lightning or Urogi’s scream would’ve been to untrained fighters. The only reason our heroes even lasted was due to late-series power-ups.

5. Gyutaro’s main advantage was his poisoned sickles. Most of the damage he inflicted relied on slowing opponents over time, weakening their coordination. He also fought in sync with Daki, often using her as a distraction while hiding in the shadows. The clones don’t use poison. They overwhelm directly with brute force, area attacks, and relentless pressure—no gimmicks, just raw, overwhelming power.

6. Unlike Gyutaro, whose weak point was known and visible (dual beheading), Hantengu’s true body was hidden inside a minuscule, cowardly form, smaller than a mouse and fast enough to escape detection, even from marked, enhanced Demon Slayers. Most fighters wouldn’t have even noticed him on the battlefield, let alone known to target him.

Even Tanjiro, with his heightened senses, only tracked him down by sheer luck and desperation, managing to scent him just barely in the chaos. And even then, Hantengu’s neck didn't cut. The only reason Tanjiro succeeded was because sunlight had begun to weaken him IMO otherwise I reckon his sword would have failed agaim. Without Nezuko’s intervention and the rising sun, Hantengu would have escaped, and the clones would have regenerated again.

[kingkaizen]

oh em gee I just came across your kashimo drabble and I am going FERAL..nobody ever writes for him 😔

by chance could you possibly write a smut with him involving...electrocution?

∘ a/n: i am lovinggg this kashimo request <3 thank you for letting me write this. this is alot more pwp then i initially wanted so defintely let me know if you want more smut HAHA enjoy anyways sweetie

∘ ft: kashimo

∘ includes: fingering, TENSION

The training room was quiet, shadows stretched long under the dim lights as the clock ticked past midnight. Despite the serene atmosphere, you felt anything but calm. Sparring on your own for awhile, you’ve been attempting to hone in your technique, training tirelessly as the minutes ticked by. It wasn’t like you to be this distracted, but your attention kept drifting to Kashimo, who leaned casually against the wall. He hasn’t said anything to you, only watching with a glint of amusement, as if he could hear your thoughts right at this moment. 

Finally, with a dangerous smirk appearing on his lips, he made his way towards you. “You look like you need some help,” he said, voice low and edged. “Why don’t I show you some of my techniques? Maybe that will help you with your own practice, hm?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his comment. “You’re so full of yourself,” you turned to him, jabbing a finger in his direction. “You stand there and stalk me, expecting me to ask you for your help as if you’re better than me or something.” 

Kashimo raised an eyebrow, a small hint of a smirk creeping onto his face. “Well, that’s because I am.” He began, “I could easily see that from the way you move. You’re not all that confident with your ability, but that’s nothing some extra guidance can't fix.” 

He moved closer, the air growing charged with an electricity that wasn’t just from his cursed technique. “I could show you,” he continued, his tone dropping as he held your gaze. “If you think you’re ready for it.”

Kashimo raised an eyebrow, waiting for your answer. There was no going back once he started; you knew that. But the lure of understanding his power up close—and the way he was looking at you—made it hard to resist. Slowly, you stepped closer, and with a steadying breath, you gave him a nod.

He moved like lightning itself, fast and fluid, until he was right in front of you. His hand brushed over yours, and he leaned in, his voice barely a whisper. “Good,” he murmured, lifting your hand to press it flat against his chest. A tingling warmth pulsed beneath your fingertips, subtle at first, but as he increased the flow of his cursed energy, you felt the hum of electricity begin to build.

Kashimo slowly raises his cursed energy output, letting faint sparks dance across his skin as he watches your reaction. The tingling intensifies, a warm hum that becomes almost addictive as it spreads from your hand and up your arm. His voice is low, guiding you through it, sensing exactly how much you can handle without pushing you too far.

With one hand still holding yours, he trails the other along your back, letting his fingertips leave a charged path that makes your pulse race. “Still with me?” he whispers, a knowing edge in his tone. He’s testing you, pushing just enough to see how much you’ll take, how far you’re willing to go.

The air between you crackled, the faint scent of him mixing with the heat of your combined energy. Kashimo’s smirk shifted, no longer just teasing but something sharper, more focused. His hand lingered near yours, the faint hum of his cursed energy brushing against your skin like a whisper.

“You’re holding back,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “Why?”

Your breath hitched, your pulse racing not from exertion but from the way his gaze bore into you. “I’m not,” you shot back, trying to keep your voice steady, though the closeness between you made it a challenge.

Kashimo tilted his head, a glimmer of something unreadable in his eyes. “Liar,” he said simply, stepping closer. The space between you was nonexistent now, his energy buzzing like static against your skin. “I can feel it. You’re scared to let go.”

You bristled at his words, a flare of defiance sparking within you. “I’m not scared,” you said, though even to your ears, it sounded more like a dare than a denial.

He laughed softly, a low, rough sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “Then prove it,” he challenged, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand lifted, brushing against your jaw with surprising gentleness. “Or are you just all talk?”

The tension between you was suffocating, but you didn’t pull away. You couldn’t. Instead, you met his gaze, your heart pounding as you held your ground. “You’re insufferable,” you muttered, though your voice lacked any real bite.

Kashimo grinned, leaning in until his face was mere inches from yours. “And yet,” he said softly, his breath brushing against your lips, “you haven’t moved.”

Time seemed to stop as his eyes flicked down to your lips and back up again. Before you could second-guess yourself—or the charged pull between you—you closed the distance.

Your lips met his, a collision of energy and heat that left no room for hesitation. His hand slid to the back of your neck, his grip firm but careful as he deepened the kiss. The hum of his cursed energy surged, mingling with yours in a way that made your entire body feel alive, every nerve alight.

Kashimo kissed like he fought—with intensity, precision, and an edge of unpredictability. It was electrifying, his cursed energy sparking faintly where his hands touched your skin. You responded in kind, matching his fervor as you pushed against him, unwilling to let him have the upper hand.

When you finally pulled back, your breaths mingling in the charged air, Kashimo’s smirk returned, softer but no less confident. “Not bad,” he said, his voice rough, “but I hope you’ve got more than that.”

You rolled your eyes, though a grin tugged at your lips. “Guess you’ll just have to find out.”

Kashimo chuckled, the sound low and rumbling as his fingers brushed against your jawline, trailing heat wherever they touched. “Oh, I will,” he murmured, his voice dripping with confidence. His eyes searched yours for a moment, as if gauging just how far he could push you, how much you were willing to give.

Before you could respond, he leaned in again, capturing your lips with renewed fervor. The kiss was slower this time, deliberate, his cursed energy humming faintly against your skin, making your pulse race. His hand slid from your jaw to your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. The sensation was intoxicating, the electricity of his touch mingling with the heat building between you.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging slightly, earning a low groan that sent a shiver down your spine. His lips left yours only to trail down your neck, his breath hot against your skin. Each touch felt like a jolt, his cursed energy sparking faintly as his fingers traced the curve of your waist.

“You’re full of surprises,” you muttered, your voice breathless as you tilted your head to give him better access. The words barely made it out before his teeth grazed your collarbone, the mix of pain and pleasure making your knees weak.

Kashimo pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his smirk returning, more dangerous than ever. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” he said, his voice rough, his cursed energy flaring for a brief moment, making the air around you buzz. His fingers trailed down your spine, leaving a charged path that had your body arching into his touch.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “But I think I’ve proved my point.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the words died in your throat when his hand slid lower, his touch firm yet teasing. The electricity between you felt almost tangible now, a steady hum that made it impossible to focus on anything but him.

“Kashimo,” you said, his name coming out as a breathless plea. He chuckled, the sound dark and filled with satisfaction as his lips found yours again, silencing any protest you might have had. The kiss was consuming, leaving you completely at his mercy as the charged air around you seemed to ignite.

Kashimo moved with calculated intensity, his cursed energy still humming beneath his skin, creating a subtle, crackling presence that heightened every touch. His hands cupped your face gently, his fingers brushing through your hair as if grounding himself in your warmth. His kiss was slow, possessive, dragging out the tension between you, leaving no room for hesitation.

You clung to him, your hands exploring his back, fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring yourself in the overwhelming wave of sensation. The electric hum of his energy surged through your veins, making your breath quicken, the intensity building with each passing second.

“Let go,” he murmured, his voice soft but commanding, his lips brushing against your jawline. “Feel it. Feel everything.”

You gasped as his hands wandered lower, tracing the curve of your hips before slipping beneath your clothing. His touch was both firm and careful, his cursed energy radiating warmth that sent shivers down your spine.

“Please,” you whimpered, your voice hitching as he gently pulled you closer. “I can’t—”

But Kashimo silenced you with a deep, searing kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with possessiveness. His hand slid further, exploring every inch of your body, his touch demanding but never rough. The sparks of his energy felt like fire, creating an overwhelming mixture of pleasure and need.

“You can,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “Let me take you.”

With each touch, his cursed energy surged, blurring the lines between pleasure and pain. You felt it—every jolt, every wave of heat and electricity—coursing through your body, making your senses spiral. The pressure between you was unbearable, and you could no longer hold back.

“I—” you started, but Kashimo placed a finger against your lips, silencing you once more.

“Shh,” he murmured, his voice low and possessive. “Let me.”

And with that, he pressed into you, slow at first, letting you adjust to the electrifying sensation of his cursed energy. Every movement was calculated, every touch gentle yet unwavering, as if he was savoring every moment. His lips returned to yours, the kiss growing deeper, hungrier, as his fingers moved within you.

The world faded away, leaving only the feel of his body against yours, the spark of his energy, and the overwhelming pleasure that consumed you both. He was lost in your gummy walls, loving the way your body withered against him. You were lost in him, in the electrifying connection that tethered you together, unable to escape the pull of his power or the need that burned between you.

In that moment, you knew there was no turning back.

© kingkaizen | do not copy, steal, or duplicate!

[mermazing-art]

The real name of the Furious Five 

After the Kung Fu Panda 4 movie I started thinking about what Zhen's first conversations with the Furious Five would be like. I imagined her nervous about making a good impression but fitting quite well with her group dynamic given her mischievous attitude and enjoying their adventures with her, establishing a relationship of trust. Which led me to a thought "Would she, wanting to know them more, ask them what their real names are?"

This theory has been circulating in the fandom for years since it is said that their names actually refer to their fighting styles or their species (as well as Master Ox, Crocodile or Rhino) since those who retain their own name within this discipline are those who have a superior role such as Oogway, Shifu or Po and those who do not have a title such as Zhen or Tai Lung.

Well, I decided to look for a suitable name for each one, one that fit their physique or personality, that was easy to remember and that would distinguish one another, let's go!

Mantis: Xun Yu ( fast jade )

With Mantis I was clear that I didn't want to look for anything that had to do with his size but I did want to highlight his most powerful abilities such as his speed.  That's where his first name, Xun, comes from.  His middle name, Yu (Jade), is because of his green color although this can also mean ''insect'' depending on the kanji with which it is written.  My idea is that Mantis calls himself ''the green lightning'' referring to his real name.

Crane: Zimo ( refined ink )

At first I wanted his name to be related to the sky or the air due to his avian species or his techniques, but it made me think that one of the things that catches my attention about this character is his interest in Chinese calligraphy.  Therefore, I decided to name him Zimo (ink or writing) to reflect his beloved hobby in his name.

Monkey: Wong Sang ( yellow mulberry )

For Monkey, I researched his voice actor, the one and only Jackie Chan, born Chan Kong-Sang. I wanted to take it as a reference by changing the name Kong since it is the name of the Monkey's brother to Wong (yellow), relating it to the color of his fur. I wanted to make a reference to his comic side but I couldn't find a suitable name for the guidelines I had assigned to it.

Viper: Jia Ling ( beautiful tinkle )

As with Monkey, I researched on her voice actress, Lucy Liu, whose full name is Lucy Alexis Liu Yu Ling. I wanted to reflect her charming and sweet personality, so I took the name Ling (tinkerbell) as a reference of the hiss' snake she produces, as well as her happy attitude.  But her first name would be Jia to emphasize the beauty of this character.

Tigress: Xia ( sunrise )

For her, I thought I would delve deeper into her story and her development as a character in order to give her the appropriate name.  This is her story:

When Tigress lived in the orphanage, she received the name Xian ("who lives in seclusion") from the other children perpetuating their contempt and fear of her. When Shifu finally decided to adopt her, after He heard that name many times, almost always accompanied by the word "monster", he asked her what new name she would like. She simply accepted Tigress because she didn't believe she could deserve a name. Shifu pondered and decided to call him Xia. Tigress at first didn't like this idea because it sounded similar to the previous one, but Shifu explained his choice to her. Both names, although similar, did not have the same meaning because now she would no longer be in the darkness, secluded and alone, but rather she had the opportunity for a new life, a path marked by the light that emanated from her, a new sunrise.

So yes, Zhen would ask the furious five their names, giving the situation that Po would find out right then and there about this. Everyone except Tigress would answer this question since for her it is still a very personal matter related to her past and Shifu and she still doesn't feel comfortable sharing it with everyone. Could Tigress talk to a certain panda about this?

[comicaurora]

Hi! I finally got the chance to read Aurora a bit ago. It's a wonderful story--all I was expecting and better! I was particularly amazed and delighted by the artwork and visual mechanics used to tell the story, so I wrote a post to yell about how cool it is and break some of it down. (No criticism, just praise.) I'm mostly a hobbyist, so I'm hoping I've done it justice.

That said: zero pressure to read it or respond to this ask. Normally I wouldn't send it since I tagged, but I know Tumblr's notifs are a mess and things get lost very easily. I've been in both the "one (1) word of praise will feed me for a year" and the "oh gods don't talk about my writing/art because anything that seems Off will break my brain" modes before, and I absolutely don't want to push or make you uncomfortable!

If you are comfortable, however, I wanted to ask about your use of what I'm assuming are Screen and blending modes in sound effect words. (I'm only guessing that's the technique, though, so I could be totally wrong about how it's done! I'm mostly experienced in image manipulation in Photoshop.) Making them semi-transparent over the actions is genius :) What inspired you to do that, and are there specific techniques you use to make it work?

Same questions go for using specific colors to distinguish different characters' words and actions. I really noticed it in the cave sequence with Falst and Dainix, since their colors are so vivid in the dark (ex. Falst's little swats and Dainix's swooping kick at 1.20.9). It lends excellent clarity to busy scenes.

Thanks! Have a lovely day, enjoy your break, and happy holidays <3

You're correct about the technique! "Screen" is the blend mode I use most often for sound effects. I stumbled on it mostly through trial and error - I love how sound effects add depth to a comic panel, but it's very easy for them to obscure the art in a way I find counterproductive, so "Screen" lets me put the sound effect directly over the origin of the sound while still letting it be visible through the word. Early chapters didn't have it as much-

Most of the sound effects in early chapters are just solid colors with reduced opacity if I'm feeling fancy. But I started figuring it out around chapter 8 and 9, because Falst is kind of a sound-effect-heavy guy, especially in his fight scenes.

In order to make sure they don't impede the visibility of the action, I'll often soft-erase the top or bottom half of the SFX to reduce its opacity while still leaving it readable.

I'll usually double that up with an outline on the SFX so it's still readable. This is an especially important consideration if the SFX goes over an area of the background that's very bright or glowing.

Color-coding the speed lines and SFX to the character or force causing them isn't a hard and fast rule, but I like using it (in part because it's a habit from the OSP illustrations, where every character has a single pop of color in their lineart) mostly because it sort of codes every sound to make it clear where it's emanating from, or the general feeling of the sound. Since I normally do character-colors for SFX, something like this stands out more jarringly-

Which it's supposed to, but a big lightning strike doesn't register as anything too worrying because it's just Tess up to her usual shenanigans.

It's also very useful for magic effects, because each form of magic has its own associated palette.

And when I had a very complicated fight scene in a dark environment, I used the texture pattern I'd already made for the monster to color its SFX, so when I Screened them onto the panels they didn't obscure too much while still communicating "this is something else."

Changing the weight, lined-vs-not-lined, and opacity of the SFX words also helps to communicate that not every sound has the same feeling. A strong motion is solid and aggressive, but a crackling, unstable sound is more ephemeral and staticky.

It's definitely been a process of learning as I go - looking back at the earlier chapters I can actually see when I first tried various tricks I now use regularly, like doubling and distorting an SFX to produce the effect of a camera-shaking impact. I haven't really seen any other comics that do it like I do, probably because most other comics follow a more traditional production pipeline where text bubbles and sound effects get locked into the composition early, before the inking stage, because traditional physical comics don't have digital-art layers to play with. Adding sound effects to a page is almost the last thing I do before exporting them, and that only works because digital art and layers allow for a ton of flexibility.

[selfishdoll]

NOW PLAYING…. SUPERMASSIVE BLACK HOLE

You're the queen of the superficial, And how long before you tell the truth?

sum: being a physical therapist assistant wasn’t easy work at all, and it didn’t help that one of your patients was beginning to plague your thoughts, in more ways than one.

PURE COINCIDENCE . camboy & martial artist! kashimo hajime x physical therapist assistant! reader

cw: strangers to lovers (lowkey), kashimo & reader are 19-21, kashimo is ooc of course, modern au (no cursed techniques but he’s still strong asf), sex work, pet names, teasing, degradation & praise, shy!reader, curvy reader, kashimo is an ass man, lowkey corruption kink, slightly public sex, kashimo is reckless & dumb, dumbification, manhandling, rough sex, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, choking, cervix fucking, unprotected sex, etc.

i spent so much time on this & was winging it fr so it didn’t come out how i liked 😭😭. & it got much longer then i wanted it to be. also please excuse any typos or errors, it’s late 🙏🏾

You always thought boxing, wrestling, and martial arts were such violent sports. You didn’t see the appeal of beating someone black and blue— or forcing them into submission. You weren’t a pacifist by any means but fighting was just something you didn’t get it. Especially, when it came to making money off it.

Truthfully, however— you didn’t need to see the point. Your only concern was massaging your patients and assuring they didn’t overextend themselves.

Which happened often.

Today would be a good day for you, a starting point actually. After two years of grueling work, several months of training, and being placed in a hospital you hated; you were finally sought out by a private practice— a gym for martial artists. From what you’ve heard they were good; winning tournaments back to back and putting on quite a show for the audience.

A name that frequently showed up was Kashimo Hajime, the proclaimed God of Lightning. A title earned given how fast he was, no one able to keep up with the amount of punches that he landed on his opponent. You were sure that was impressive in its own right, but you simply couldn’t get past the name.

It made you giggle each time you heard it.

Your eyes trailed away from the building infront of you and over to your phone hooked up to the stand in your car. You pressed your lips together, “Looks like I’m here..” You mumbled to yourself, feeling anxiety gather at the pit of your stomach. A new job always did that to you, imagining just about everything going wrong. From possibly falling or messing up a chart.

First day jitters always killed your motivation.

But, you took a small breath; eyes closed briefly as you sinked into your seat for a moment. It would be fine, this would be fine. You’re gonna do great. Such affirmations swarmed in your mind, pushing you away from delving down a deep hole of anxiety and insecurity. Once you felt your heart relax just a bit you grabbed your phone and tote bag, turning the car off and soon exiting it. Shutting the door behind you, you assured the doors were locked before approaching the large metal doors of the building. Pulling them open, your eyes scanned the large area. It looked like a relatively regular gym; punching bags hanging from the ceiling in a few places, weights, and treadmills. The most interesting thing was the boxing ring in the middle of the room.

“Hello, miss? Can I help you?” You jumped a little as the voice interrupted your train of thought, turning to face a woman who was seated behind the front desk. You flashed a false confident smile, approaching her while shifting through your bag. “H—hi, I’m [Full Name]. I’m here to start as a PTA.” Your hand finally clasped around what you needed, lifting a packet of papers from the confinements of your bag and passing them over to her awaiting hand.

Her eyes scanned the pages rather quickly, “Oh, you’ll be working with Ms. Makoto.” She mused, flashing you a small smile as she passed the papers back. “She always comes late, so for now; I’d suggest walking around to get a feel for your surroundings. Maybe even talk to your future patients.” She shrugged to which you nodded, a small thank you, escaping you.

You wish she hadn’t suggested the thing at all, given how nerve-racking it felt to you. However, you now felt obligated to do it, especially with the way she was smiling at you so sweetly. Damn her.

Situating the strap of your bag onto your shoulder correctly, you headed over towards the actual gym area; eyes on the swivel to assure you didn’t end up in anyone’s way. Like you hoped, however, the martial artists were far too focused on their training, paying you no mind as their fists slammed against some punch bag or they pumped their legs on the treadmill.

The atmosphere itself was nice, really. You didn’t mind it, maybe you would get used to it.

Once you were finished walking around the people lifting weights, your eyes traveled over to the boxing ring in the middle, noticing two forms entering it and several people surrounding it. Interest quickly invaded your mind, moving towards the crowd to get a better look. You luckily found your way to the front, staring up at the two men that were currently stretching.

One was unimpressionable; hair shaved short with tanned skin. He was shirtless showcasing his simple build. He wasn’t small but wasn’t big either, sculpted but not bulky? It was clear he wasn’t a seasoned fighter. But, as your eyes turned over to his opponent; the difference was all too clear.

Standing at an impressive six feet, cloaked in a tight black shirt and baggy white pants, bandages wrapped around his forearms. You watched as he cupped his hands together behind his back, stretching his arms and fuck, were they big. Or rather the man was big in general, enough so you pitied his opponent.

You watched as he rose his arms above his head this time, eyes zoning in on the way his shirt followed— revealing his toned stomach and the pretty blue trail that traveled down. Oh, how you wanted to see where it lead to.

“[Name]?”

“Huh!?” You gasped out of your daze, head snapping over to a woman that stood beside you. She had short black hair that illuminated her pale features perfectly, sharp dark eyes already staring at you. Her gloss stained lips curled once she had your attention, “I’m Makoto. I’m sorry for being late.”

You gave a nervous smile, “I—I don’t mind. I was just uh.. getting to know my surroundings.” The physical therapist nodded at you with a smile, eyes turning over to the ring as a small sigh escaped her.

“I’ve told Kashimo to stop entertaining these rookies.”

“Entertaining?”

Makoto nodded with a soft hum, crossing her arms over her chest. “They always want to fight him for some reason, riling him up until he finally agrees to a spar. It’s ridiculous,” She mused, tapping a finger against her skin. “It’s clear whose going to win.”

You pressed your lips together, eyes turning back to the ring. To your surprise, Kashimo was standing upright while his opponent was in a fighting stance. Cocky.. Was what ran through your mind, eyes darting between the two men.

The man with a shaved head blew air from his mouth, springing towards Kashimo in a single step. Your eyes widened as you watched the cyan-haired man step out of the other’s way, bawling his fists. The sound of skin to skin contact was the only thing you could register, astonished by the pure speed of his fists, opponent trapped under the flurry of his hits. Makoto was right, he didn’t stand a chance; falling to the ring the moment the god of lightning was finished with him. The match couldn’t have been longer than five seconds.

“Kashimo, It was only supposed to be a spar— not a knockout!” Makoto called, softly complaining about unnecessary concussions. You watched as Kashimo’s bored expression fixed onto the physical therapist, a small snarl on his face. Makoto hissed at this, fussing at him not to glare at her.

He didn’t entertain her yelling long, eyes traveling away from her and fixing onto you. You didn’t hold his gaze long, or rather— you couldn’t, given its intensity. You simply turned to face Makoto waiting for her to get over her yelling so you could get started.

. . .

A few hours of work passed, the only major concern being Kashimo’s opponent and assuring he had no fractures or concussions from the match. Much to Makoto’s relief, he didn’t. Other than that you were observing and looking over charts, noticing the inconsistencies in Kashimo’s. Makoto then explained to you the man ignored injuries and she quite literally has to corner him to get him into her office. The mental image made you laugh softly.

Soon enough your shift was over, being informed you did well and to come at the same time tomorrow. It delighted you to hear such a thing. Exiting the building, you approached your car while searching for your keys in your bag, humming softly to yourself. Finally finding them, you pull them out; attention however, shifting over to the gym doors when they opened.

To your surprise Kashimo stepped out, holding a large duffel bag in his left hand while his right? Reached for the end of his shirt, lifting it up and using it to wipe his face. All under your gaze.

You felt ashamed staring at him in such a way, especially since he was technically your patient.

“You need somethin’, Miss [Name]?” His voice was muffled against the damp fabric, pulling his shirt down to reveal his sharp eyes starting at you. You jumped in surprise, nearly dropping your keys. “Oh, oh, no! No..” You breathed out, shakily pressing the button on them to unlock your car. To your horror the man gave you a small smirk;

“Safe travels then.”

“Mhm! You too!” The words escaped you meekly and far louder then you wished. Snatching the driver’s side door open, you entered the vehicle, barely even slamming the door closed before you turned the engine over. You quickly pulled out of that parking lot, attempting to forget the scene that just happened.

. . .

A soft sigh escaped you as you sat on your bed, leaning back to lay down, arms laying across your stomach. The sky was painted black, stars twinkling overhead with the moon rested aimlessly. It was getting late and you needed to get some sleep for tomorrow. You weren’t sure how work would be but you wanted to mentally prepare for the worst. However, you just.. didn’t want to sleep yet?

It was weird, really. You didn’t feel tired despite how nervous you were today. You almost felt proud of yourself.

“Still need to get some sleep though..” You mumbled to yourself, rolling over to your stomach. Pressing your face into your plush blankets for a moment, you mulled over how to force yourself to sleep. Milk, melatonin maybe? You don’t know if you had either. You spared two more minutes of thought before an idea entered your mind.

Masturbation. You were a genius.

You reached blindly for your phone while turning onto your back again, scooting up farther onto your bed as you opened the dreaded X app. Ignoring tweets from friends and celebrities you went straight to the search bar typing in something random. You just needed to get off once, it normally worked for you.

Using one hand to scroll, the other went down to your lower half, happy you previously discarded your pants as your fingers brushed across your thinly covered pussy. Warming yourself up, your fingers pressed against your covered clit, slowly rubbing it; feeling the gentle pleasure travel up your spine.

Fifteen minutes passed of this and your agitated scrolling, frustration building as nothing in particular caught your eye. Each video was either too short or too boring for something to use, or even some too much. This wasn’t supposed to be difficult anyhow. Just a quick session and then sleep. Yet, here you were; boredly scrolling.

You nearly settled for your imagination rather then a video until something caught your eye. Your thumb hovered over the video, eyes zoning in on it. It was simple, a male by himself, showcasing his lower half but nothing else. You saw the imprint of his dick through his sweats, strong hand gliding across it; teasing himself.

Pursing your lips, you clicked on the video, getting into a comfortable position. You watched as he delicately pulled the strings on his pants, watching the band loosen. His hips rose, hooking a thumb under the waistband to slowly tug down— not far, but far enough his length slowly came into view; popping out when his sweats rested on his thighs.

You sucked in a breath, watching his veined hand clasp around his pretty cock. He was pale, tip a soft red with precum spilling from the slit. He was also.. well, big; lengthy and thick— particularly around the base. You attempted to imagine it inside you, pussy pulsing at the thought of it splitting you open.

His thumb rolled on the crown of his length, collecting some precum before smoothing it down his shaft. To your surprise you heard a soft groan, feeling your stomach tighten from the sound. Most men on this annoying app were quiet in their videos, something you couldn’t stand. And while he wasn’t loud, it was loud enough your hand went straight under your panties, beginning to roll tight circles on your clit.

You moved in sync to how he fisted himself, his soft sighs and grunts escaping your phone’s speaker; envious you couldn’t hear such things right into your ear. You bit your lip as your legs shook, two fingers traveling down your slick slit to plunge inside you. Your hips rose, grinding your clit into your palm as your eyes focused on the man. You gasped out, watching as his pace quickened, hips rising to meet the thrusts of his hands.

His voice became ragged, pants desperate as he chased his release. And you, your own. You were so close, watching this stranger fuck himself. A pretty sight you couldn’t look away from.

“Oh, fuck..” Was what he hissed, nearly making your eyes roll back. You were there, right there, so close, until— you noticed something. Your eyes had unfortunately wandered from his cock to his stomach peeking out under his shirt, spotting something.

A soft tuft of cyan colored hair.

Your eyes widened for a moment, feeling your pleasure come crashing down as flashes of Kashimo in the ring and outside the building entered your mound. The way it lined below his navel so perfectly, it was all too familiar. “There’s no way..” You thought to yourself, attempting to rationalize it in your head. Kashimo Hajime, martial artist known as the god of lightning just didn’t seem like the type to do such a thing.

But then again, you knew nothing about him, so who were you to declare it wasn’t like him?

Such thoughts killed your lust filled high, pulling your hand out of your panties and quickly clicking out of the app. You turned on your side, phone rested face down on your blankets. Your eyes pinched close, attempting to calm your racing thoughts and think of solutions to this.

It was all pure coincidence. Nothing more, nothing less. Maybe dying happy trails that particular color was some trend you didn’t hear about?

You seriously hoped it was.

. . .

Despite your many thoughts last night, you fell asleep shortly after that event. Though you did wake up and feel miserable, just imagining how nervous you’ll be facing Kashimo.

It’s probably not him.. right? You continued to try and convince yourself, closing your car door shut and beginning your trek over to the gym. Opening the doors and entering, you gave a brief smile to the receptionist that greeted you and made a beeline to Makoto’s office, reaching for the door.

Only for it to open, right in your face.

“[Name]! I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were there!” The physical therapist hissed softly, watching as you soothed the pain on your forehead. You only gave a small smile, shaking your head. “It’s okay. I wasn’t paying attention anyway.” The brief pain knocked Kashimo right from your thoughts, something you deeply appreciated and nearly thanked the reckless older woman for.

Makoto looked you over for a moment before sighing softly, nodding. “Alright, well. Set your things down. It’s not a lot to do today, but that could change.”

You gave a brief smile and nodded, entering her office. It was simple, resembling a hospital room with shelves lining the walls and a long black bed off against the wall. You placed your bag beside her own, turning around to spot Makoto at the door, talking to someone.

Moving closer you quickly realized it was Kashimo. His expression just like yesterday, bored with a snarl pointed towards the older woman— who was currently nagging, just like yesterday. You swallowed a breath, flashes of the previous night entering your mind, far too quick and vivid to ignore. It didn’t help that in the midst of her words his eyes traveled to you, causing you to still; wishing to fall through the floor right then and there.

The corner of his mouth twitched, “Don’t you have someone to mentor instead of wasting your time, naggin’?” Hajime questioned, finally releasing you from his gaze to stare back at Makoto. The physical therapist’s voice rose in pitch, Hajime turning on his heel and walking off much to her annoyance..

And your relief. You hoped he was too busy training to acknowledge you today.

Two hours passed with you following Makoto around, writing down a few notes on people’s charts and even tapping some people. They were nice and encouraged you even when your hands shook a little or you stumbled over your words. You really did like this job so far.

It was the afternoon now, Makoto letting you go on a thirty minute break. You entered the lounge room of the gym, hand clasped around the black container of food you had grabbed from your bag. Approaching the microwave, you opened it open and slid the container inside— shutting the door and pressing a random time. You leaned against the counter, scrolling through your phone for a moment before an idea creeped into your mind.

Assuring no one else was in the room, you clicked onto the app you used last night, going to your previous search and beginning to scroll. It took about five minutes before you finally reached where you wanted; the video you watched last night. Taking your food from the microwave, you clicked onto the account of the video, waltzing over to a chair and sitting down.

You attempted to rationalize looking at porn — or rather a porn account at work. It’s not like you were actively watching the videos, or touching yourself; you were simply searching for something, anything that signified this wasn’t Kashimo’s account.

But, you weren’t given much. Firstly, the account’s icon and header was blank while the bio was empty too. Despite this, it had quite a few tweets and followers, highlighting this account was quite popular. You bit the inside of your cheek once again, looking around you for a moment before clicking on the media section of the page. You scrolled, leaning your cheek into your palm. Most of it was solo stuff, showcasing his lower half and never his face. Your heart thumped however; when you noticed the spiky, cyan colored hair that rested behind him in a certain video. You bit the inside of your cheek, jumping when the lounge room door opened.

To your horror, Kashimo entered— giving you a brief glance before walking over to the fridge in the room. His hand reached for something, snatching it from the fridge and rising to shut the door, moving over to the microwave. While opening the door and placing his food inside, you watched his other hand fish his phone from his sweats.

And that’s when a idea popped into your head. A very, very stupid one. Your face turned back to your phone screen, biting your lip. You were still trying to convince yourself this wasn’t him, this was just some random man you’ve never met before.

And so, if you were to like a tweet of his where— your name was completely visible, you were sure he wouldn’t react at all. Your plan seemed solid, ignoring the nagging feeling in the back of your mind.

Taking a shaky breath, your thumb pressed against the hollow heart of a random tweet, slowly placing your phone back onto the table. Maybe.. maybe you were imagining it but, you could have sworn you heard the soft buzz of a phone.

One that wasn’t yours.

Fear shot up your spine, head moving slowly to the side, eyes traveling to the only other person in the room.

Who was already staring at you, cradling his black cased phone.

Your eyes locked, watching as a grin pulled his features. It was him, oh it was definitely him. Your eyes widened as the realization set in, quickly turning forward to snatch your phone and food from the table, getting up on shaky legs and heading towards the door.

“Not hungry, [Name]?” His tone was mocking, far too teasing for you to ignore. You didn’t even spare him a glance as you quickly shook your head, snatching the door open and exiting the lounge.

The realization of the situation finally dawned on you as you sped over to Makoto’s office, nearly crushing your container of food in your hand.

You had found Kashimo Hajime’s twitter, his.. special twitter. And he knew, you knew it was him.

. . .

About three weeks had passed since that fateful day. You were, surprisingly— okay. The day after it happened Kashimo seemed normal, not ignoring you but focused on his training. You remained on edge for the rest of the week expecting something. Maybe a big blow out or a private conversation, but you got neither.

And if you weren’t sure if you were happy, or upset by that. Either way, three weeks went by with radio silence and you growing accustomed to your job.

It was about forty minutes until you would clock out, seated at Makoto’s desk and flipping through papers. Your eyes scanned the page, assuring each chart was up to date and nothing was out of order. Luckily no one has gotten injured majorly these last few weeks, but the necessary procedures had to be done.

You heard movement beside you, eyes drifting away from the stack for a moment to spot your boss grabbing her things and placing them into her bag. Noticing your stare, she turned with an apologetic smile— “Sorry, [Name]! My daughter needs to get picked up. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You nodded at her with a smile, glancing at the clock. You would have been nervous to be left alone, but it was only thirty minutes. And once you clocked out anyone that stayed back for training were on their own.

The door closed behind Makoto as she exited the office, your head turning to focus back on the papers. You hummed softly to yourself, pressing your cheek into your palm as you scribbled something on a page, flipping to the next.

Several minutes passed with this continuous routine, eyes finally shifting away from the work over to your phone. Five minutes until your shift was over. With that, you stood, collecting the papers into a neat stack before placing it back into its manila folder; placing that into your tote bag. You glanced around the area, assuring you weren’t leaving anything behind before grabbing your bag, pulling it onto your shoulder. Turning on your heel, you approached the door and opened it; letting out a soft startled noise.

“Oh, I was expecting Makoto..” Kashimo spoke, leaning against the doorframe. He was dressed in his usual attire; a black tight shirt with white sweatpants. His dark eyes traced over your form, tilting his head at you. You attempted to ignore the way his lips twitched a bit, as if holding something back.

You quickly cleared your throat, “Did you.. uh— need her for something? She left early is all.”

Kashimo hummed softly, “No..I think you’ll do.”

“What?”

“Think you could get the kink out my arm? I must have.. punched the bag wrong.” Kashimo claimed, smiling down at you. You withtook a breath, clenching the strap of your bag tightly. He was lying, and he knew he was lying too. Kashimo Hajime, punching the bag wrong? You could almost laugh at the thought.

And that smile? Oh— it was far from genuine, far from pure. Every alarm in your head rung, warning you to refuse and leave. Yet, you didn’t listen to a single one. Your body instead turned, waltzing over to the desk and setting your things down. “You can sit on the bed. I’ll take a look at your arm.”

The words barely escaped you before the deafening sound of the door closed behind him, a soft thanks, escaping him as he sat down. You felt his eyes on your every move, watching as you approached the sink and began to wash your hands— shakily, you might add. You spent extra time there, afraid to face the man.

Soon enough, however, you grabbed a paper towel from beside you; drying your hands and turning the faucet off. Tossing the soiled towel in the trash, you turned and walked over to him. “Wh—which arm?” You questioned softly, watching as he lifted his right one. You nibbled on your cheek, gently grabbing his bicep, thumbs pressing against the muscle carefully.

“If it starts to hurt, tell me..” You murmured softly, room back to being silent. This was stupid really; you making such a show of things. You knew he wasn’t hurt, shown in the way he reacted little with each squeeze you gave him; even pressing harder to see if he would react.

Like you suspected, Kashimo didn’t react at all.

“I wonder..” You blinked as his words interrupted your jumbled thoughts, blinking over to him. He was already staring at you, a small smirk pulling his lips. One that caused your stomach to drop. One that he wore in the lounge room that day. “—when you connected the dots, when you found out it was me.. did still watch me?”

You breathed softly, releasing his arm. “I’m… I’m sorry, I’m not sure what you mean.” You played at acting dumb, a useless facade he didn’t fall for at all. Instead, Kashimo chuckled softly, turning to glance away from you.

“Oh, don’t play dumb sweetheart. You know I’m asking if you fucked yourself to my videos.” His tone was harsh, eyes turning back to you; gaze intense. You swallowed heavily, watching him slowly lift himself off the bed. You stepped back, murmuring as he met your step, backing you against the cabinets. “Bet you wished it was my cock instead of your fingers; splitting you open, fucking you until your nothing but a crying mess.”

“Kashimo..” You spoke softly, rising your hands and placing them at his waist. You needed space, air— you felt like you would suffocate with his large form covering; with his smell swarming your senses. You gasped softly as his lips moved to your ear, cool breath tickling your skin. “Please..”

“Haven’t even touched you and you’re already beggin’ for me.” His words were mocking, a breathy chuckle escaping him shortly after. “Go on.. tell me what you want, [Name].”

You could nearly moan at the way your name fell from his lips, eyes pinched closed as your hands crumbled his shirt in a tight grip. You struggled for a moment to form words, eyes pinned to the floor to avoid his gaze. Unfortunately for you, this was one of the few times Kashimo was ever patient; hands seated perfectly on the porcelain cabinets, refusing to touch you until you answer his question.

Finally, after what seemed like moments you glanced up at him, rising to lock your lips with his own. You, please. Was what you whimpered into his mouth, feeling him react immediately. A hand rose to wrap around your neck, the other coming to the underside of your thigh. Kashimo’s clenched around your throat a little, driving his tongue into your mouth and marking it as his own. You whined softly at this, gripping his shirt so much the fear of ripping it entered your mind briefly. The heavy makeout continued only his hand dropped from your neck, grasping your either thigh and lifting you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, feeling him walk backwards until he sat on the bed.

Your pussy rested just above his crotch, feeling his hardening length through the fabric of your stockings and his sweats. Your arms wrapped around his neck, murmuring against his lips as you slowly ground against him. To your dismay; the man rose his hand, slamming his palm against your ass— the sting causing you to jump, pulling back as a whine escaped your throat. “Kashimo—!” You hissed softly, glaring at the man who grinned back at you.

His fingers soothed the path, rubbing slowly circles into your covered skin, gripping every once in a while. “I suggest you fix your face or you won’t be coming at all tonight.” Kashimo breathed, slapping the same cheek once again. You lurched forward, gripping him so harshly as a soft cry escaped you. “Gonna take my time with you.. explore every inch of you under these clothes,” He hummed softly, hand reaching under your black dress, running his fingers across your thinly covered ass.

“— and i’m not gonna rush just cause your slutty pussy is desperate for my attention.”

“Kashimo…” You whined softly, pleading with your eyes. The man only smiled at you, a sinister smile; highlighting how much he enjoyed toying with you.

“It’s Hajime, princess.” The martial artist corrected, leaning to place wet kisses against your cheeks and neck. You moaned softly, feeling his fingers curl under your dress, slowly pulling it up your body. You moved uncomfortably as the cool air hit your bare skin, feeling him reach behind you; fiddling with your bra for a moment. Once he had unclipped the undergarment he tossed it aside with your dress, pulling back to glance at your exposed chest. You grew nervous under his gaze, having half a mind to cover yourself. Only, he didn’t give you enough time to do so before his large hands grabbed the soft mounds, leaning down to suck a kiss on your collarbone.

His thumbs pressed against your slowly hardening nipple, nicking your skin with his canines. You breathed softly at this, hands rising to curl your fingers into his hair, gasping as you felt his kisses lower; soft lips grazing your areola before he opened his mouth— wrapping his lips around your nipple. The unfamiliar feeling caused you to gasp, eyes pinched closed as you felt him began to suck; gently grazing his teeth across your heated skin while his tongue slid across your pretty bud. Hajime’s other hand was busy playing with your unattended breast, groping and rolling your nipple between his fingers.

Your moans grew, rising your chest into his face more; chasing after the pleasure he was giving, searching for more. All he was doing was sucking your breasts and yet, your pussy was clenching around nothing— feeling as if you were an inch away from release. You gasped out as he gently clamped down on your nipple, rolling the tender bud to hear you squeal. The ministrations continued as a hand traveled down your body, tracing the stretch marks that lined your skin— rubbing across your rolls before his fingers collected your stockings; pulling them down your body with such force they began to rip.

“Ha—hajime, they’re ripping.” You whimpered softly, words ignored as he snatched the rest of the ruined fabric from your body, tossing it to the forming pile. Your breath hitched as his hand traveled between your legs, two fingers gliding across your covered slit, feeling the wet spot forming on your panties. A soft swear escaped you as he pushed down, pressing against your clit, slowing rolling circles against it.

The added pleasure caused you to lean your head back, eyes pinched close as the feeling consumed your body. This was wrong, more than wrong actually. He was a patient and this was your boss’s office, the bed used by several others when being checked on. Yet here the two of you were, dirtying it with your own selfish desires. You should be embarrassed, maybe even ashamed.

Maybe you would feel so after he was done with you.

A soft pop escaped him as he rose away from your chest, the pretty mounds now tainted with his saliva. His eyes carried down your form, enjoying the sight; your hips moving at an attempt to find more friction in his hand, biting your bottom lip to cover the soft, pretty breaths threatening to escape your throat. Hajime hated himself for waiting to touch you like this.. to make you his. His eyelids lowered as he leaned close, pressing hot kisses against your skin again. “Using my hand to get off, huh? How pathetic..”

In any other situation you would have been offended by his choice of words, but now? It only caused you to moan softly, hips moving fast against his hand— feeling Hajime’s lips move over to your throat. You gripped him as you felt yourself grow more and more aroused, a band forming that was ready to break. Your moans grew louder as you got closer, digging your fingers into his shoulders before your eyes widened; feeling him move his hand away from between your legs.

The band slowly faded, high slipping through your fingers. You nearly sobbed— his name exiting you in a soft whine as the man did nothing but grin down at you. Hajime’s hands traveled up your form, soon tenderly wrapping his fingers around your neck, leaning close.

“Quit whinin’..” He cooed, stamping a kiss against your skin. You gasped as you felt his hood tighten a bit, hand drifting right back between your legs, breaching your panties. Without much warning he curled two fingers inside you, feeling your wet walls clench his thick digits. You swore softly, feeling his fingers reach much deeper then your own could; stretching you out and working you open.

Your pussy began to squelch with each thrust of the digits inside you, thumb rising to push against your engorged clit; hand continuing to hold you steady by the throat. Hajime enjoyed the way your pretty broken moans escaped your throat, voice vibrating against his palm. He curled his fingers once more, watching the way you jumped, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Can’t believe I’m fucking you dumb just from my fingers..” The words came out in an astonished coo, cock twitching under the confinements of his sweats and pants. Oh he couldn’t wait.. wait to see the way you fell apart as he split you open with his length.

But he needed to be patient. Needed to warm you up properly before completely ruining you.

So the pace of his fingers quickened, sounds of your messy pussy surrounding the room; acting as background noise for the high-pitched moans that escaped you. Your hips met each thrust, gripping his wrist to ground yourself. Your thighs squeezed his forearm, head knocking back as you came all over his hand. The man’s fingers soon slowed to a complete stop, withdrawing them from your wetness.

You barely registered him sticking his fingers into his mouth, sucking your mess off them. Once they were clean he leaned forward, kissing you softly— allowing you to taste yourself. So dirty..

Your lips moved slow, his thumb tracing your throat as a soft praise pushed from his lips. Soon enough you felt his hips rise, pressing his clothed cock against your wetness, grinding slowly. Even if you were still sensitive from just a few moments ago, you wanted, no, needed him desperately. So much so it nearly physically hurt.

Hajime rose, switching your positions to slowly lay you out on the bed, pushing you up higher. You whined as he body left you for a second, the sound quickly dying down when you noticed him unclothing. First was his shirt, revealing his sculpted torso and that damned happy trail. The man smirked at you as he tossed his shirt to the side, reaching for his bottoms next. Pushing them down, you watched as his length was revealed. To have it right infront of you rather then on a screen, well.. your phone didn’t do him justice at all.

“‘S not gonna fit.” You mused softly, eyes snapping back to his face, nervous. Hajime almost felt prideful from your words if it wasn’t for your tone of voice. He leaned close, pressing a kiss to your chin. “I’ll make it fit.” He mumbled, pushing close against you, grabbing his cock with one hand while the other grasped your thigh. Rubbing the tip across your slit, he smoothed your juices down his shaft, biting the inside of his cheek. Slowly, he pushed inside you, watching the way your eyebrows twitched, how your legs began to close.

A pained sigh escaped you, Hajime smoothing his hand up and down your heated skin. “Taking me so well, baby.. Just relax.” He spoke softly, hissing when he felt your walls clench from the praise. Soon enough his hips stilled the moment he pushed all the way inside, grasping the underside of your thighs— eyes closed. It took everything not to fuck you into the bed right then and there, feeling the way you carefully moved to adjust yourself; but each clench caused his resolve to wither away more and more.

Moments passed before Hajime opened his eyes, glancing down at you and searching for any sign of pain. When he realized there was none, he experimentally pulled his hips back so only his tip was inside, pushing back in— watching in delight at the way your mouth fell open in a ring O.

Nothing else held the martial artist, soft ruts quickly changing into slams. His cock bullied it’s way inside you, filling you completely. Your legs shook in his hold, gripping the fabric underneath you as broken moans escaped you. Hajime was knocking the wind out of you; pushing your legs up higher so that your knees were touching your chest. The stretch was uncomfortable for a moment, something you would surely feel in the morning— but you didn’t care. The pleasure this man was giving you overshadowed it all.

Your walls clenched him with each drag of his hips, his dark eyes captivated by the way you hugged him so tightly. “Wanted me so fucking bad, didn’t you, princess?“ Hajime hissed, grinning as he watched your eyes attempt to focus on him. The man chuckled softly to himself, leaning over you, trapping you under his body. “Oh, you don’t have to answer sweetheart— I already know the truth.”

The man was drilling into you at this point, tip kissing your g-spot as shameless cries escaped you. Tears treaded down your warm cheeks, grasping his arms for stability. Your breaths were hurried, stomach clenching as you felt yourself get closer and closer. “H—haji.. Fuck, I’m so close!”

He relished under the nickname, slamming you into the bed as he planted hot kisses against your skin. “Go on, then. Make a mess on my cock, sweet girl.” With his permission you came, gushing around him; arousal dripping down his length to the floor. You trembled from the feeling, gasping once you realized he hadn’t stopped moving. So sensitive you were, crying out to him as you reached to grip his arm.

“I—I cant, Haji—!”

“You can..“ The man corrected, angling his hips to push deeper inside you. “Waited so long to fuck you like this, to watch you go dumb on my cock— ‘M not stopping until I repay you for those three weeks.”

And he wasn’t lying either. It was almost felt like hours passed with him putting you into different positions, driving you deeper and deeper into the bed to the point it began to creak. By now you could barely speak, could barely form a sound other then a jumbled babble of his name and a soft gasp.

In the midst of it all you were suddenly pushed against the wall, thighs wrapped around his form as he shoved himself into you; a spark of pain washing over you each time he brushed your cervix— pain that melted away rather quickly.

From the way his hips stuttered you knew he was close, his face pushed into your neck as he gripped your skin harshly. Skin on skin contact filled the room, desperate sounds of pleasure following until Hajime swore; spilling into you. The warmth alone pushed you over the edge, cumming for the upteenth time that night— walls milking his cock.

The man’s hips finally came to a halt, breathing heavily as he simply held you there up against the wall. After a few moments he walked backwards, sitting on the bed; the two of you groaning in sensitivity. He pulled your hot body against his own, cradling your lower back with his fingers tracing the dimples there.

The room was silent as the two of you caught your breath, simply enjoying holding the other.

Soon enough the man pulled back, continuing to smooth his hands across your skin. “You’ll probably have to call in sick tomorrow.” Hajime murmured, grinning at the soft chuckle that escaped you.

“Yeah.. you’re probably right.”

[soundlesswind]

Mononoke: Karakasa Review

Mononoke - Phantom in the Rain

Now that it's officially out globally, I can finally offer some thoughts and reflections on the long-awaited continuation of the cult-beloved Ayakashi/Mononoke series. My main tagline for this review can be summarized thusly:

I liked it...but it could have been better.

(~ not spoiler free, read at your own discretion ~)

Karakasa: Visually, it's a bang---structurally, it's a bomb. That about sums up how I feel about the movie overall. It's vibrant, beautiful, and full of intricate patterning and details, and is in a way: both a step up and a step down from the original.

...But what do I mean by that really? Well, I think we need to first highlight what makes Karakasa and Mononoke rather different.

Ayakashi/Mononoke has a much slower pacing, with slightly more muted, and washed-aesthetic tone despite its colourful designs. It shifts from being more colourful or more sombre depending on the type of scene it wants to depict. But even at its most saturated, it never gets quite as vibrant in contrast compared to Karakasa. ...However, you could say that may be in part due to the sheer difference in animation techniques developed over the course of nearly a decade between the two (2006/2007 vs 2024).

That isn't to say Karakasa doesn't have moments of dark imagery, but that even at its darkest, it remains distinctly vibrant and high-in-contrast. You could argue for it as a conscientious choice...but personally, at its root: Mononoke is a horror-ghost story; and the gritter, muddled palettes rather add to that charm.

(2007 Mononoke - Noppera-bou, and Nue)

(2024 Karakasa)

To match its mood, Mononoke also has a much slower cadence and story tempo, despite any singular arc being overall shorter than Karakasa. That cadence adds to another difference: which is spookiness. I find Mononoke to be far spookier and more effortlessly imposing than Karakasa. There's a bit of tension and suspense in the way it's presented: both visually and vocally* (a point I'll bring up later). Mononoke is sometimes boldly laid out in seemingly disjointed flashes, but still somehow ends up cohesive and immersive with its themes and motifs; feeding you just enough information to wet your appetite as to where and just how far it wants to take you. And this is of course, done in parts over the span of 2-3 episodes.

Karakasa on the other hand, has a pacing that feels like a marathon. It seems almost lightning fast, despite the first half of the movie being entirely sociopolitical intrigue without much in the way of anything overtly youkai-esque. In fact, our Medicine Seller doesn't even step foot into the Ooku (women's court) until around 40 minutes in...which is nearly half the movie! ...But naturally, since it's a movie, it will be movie-formatted. Everything is going to run as if it were one singular episode long. --- Still, what does that mean for the pacing?

If you don't know what "tea house tales" "is.....it's basically a format of short stories told over several sessions. It's one of the ways people in the historic East used to tell stories. They'd gather around somewhere, drink tea, eat snacks and share a bit of light entertainment. In the same way the episodic nature of Mononoke is somewhat reminiscent of that. Each part feeds you a bit of information, a bit of mystery, a bit of suspense, and a bit of action. It keeps you sufficiently entertained one way or another without stringing you on far too long before any sort of climactic reveal. In this way, Mononoke feels more balanced and evened out than Karakasa. But even the format aside, I found Karakasa a lot less clear and concise with what it's trying to portray. There were parts of the movie I had to re-watch a few times or sit down and think about afterwards just to fully understand what I think it was alluding to, which wasn't an issue with Mononoke whatsoever. The plot, both visually and thematically was always clear as day for the original series, where as Karakasa sort of muddles on and off between mystery and court drama over the course of an hour and a half.

Personally...I think one of the detriments to Karakasa is the sheer size of its cast. There were simply way too many characters (27+), and some of them even have overlapping roles. There were also quite a few without clear rhyme or reason. For example, we get introduced to Tenshi, Mizoragi and the moon twins, and an assortment of other characters who don't really have much of a presence in the movie (other than to to be positional seat warmers) and are shown for a collective total of a few minutes. Karakasa IS a trilogy however, so it's possible that their roles may be elaborated in future movies, but in regards to the current film, they feel like a distraction. I guess they're going grand and all out, but the benefits of a smaller cast is that you get more intimate with each character and their already very limited screentime. It just wasn't possible for me to feel any intimacy or investment into the large cast of Karakasa---Asa and Kame included.

Comparatively; I always felt truly, fully immersed in all the story arcs of the original Ayakashi/Mononoke. I cared about the characters, or was so invested in their sorrowful tale. But I didn't particularly feel that way about Karakasa because whatever message it was trying to convey kind of got lost in-between all the court drama...which, I'm not sure some viewers may even understand or empathize with unless they already have some knowledge of what women in the imperial harem go through or how it functions. (Speaking of which, Asa practically speed ran the exposition towards the end regarding Kitagawa and her own motives.) Just to name a few: there's the rank struggles of Asa and Kame versus the leaders of the Ooku; the political positions of Fuki, Botan and the other consorts, the political household ties of Saburomaru, the grip of Mizoragi's strange cult, and the (lack of) political power that Tenshi (the emperor) holds versus the Shogunate in the Capital (---I'm not entirely sure what timeline we're in right now, but the fact that there IS a Shogunate implies a lot.)

...Anyway, you can see why there are too many distractions in this movie for me to fully feel immersed in whatever it's trying to tell. It's supposed to be a movie of women's suffering (under the weight of men and the social sphere I suppose), but most of the time it felt more like I was just simply suffering watching women cat fight each other until they quickly got picked off by the Karakasa mononoke.

Speaking of the titular "Karakasa", though... it certainly was an interesting choice of youkai. I wonder if it was because traditionally, karakasa aren't violent youkai, they're merely scary tricksters; and it wasn't as if Kitagawa was really out for revenge (though she did pick off a few people).....actually, now that I've written it out that way, Kitagawa's motives are a little unclear. Or maybe it didn't matter anymore as karakasa grew to the point it became uncontrollable. Either way, I think if they had refocused the movie on Kitagawa and actually visually show the parallels between her, her "friend" and Asa/Kame...instead of giving us a verbal speedrun exposition dump towards the end...I might have felt a little more sympathy (...or just simply anything worth feeling towards the story). But alas.

It certainly didn't help that I was a little unsatisfied with some of the voice cast. For the most part, I was okay with the side cast (particularly the males, since the females hardly had lines); but felt it was a waste that Tsuda Kenjiro (Mizoragi) also hardly had any lines (...though I have a feeling he'll play a bigger role in the next movie). He was actually even one of my 3 ideal choices for Kusuriuri's recast (next to Ishida Akira and Toriumi Kousuke). I've said it before and I'll say it again, I love Kamiya Hiroshi, he is one of my favourites...but I think his role as Kusuriuri was a bit lackluster since his vocal range is medium-high and therefore does not go deep or husky enough to carry the same spook factor that Sakurai Takahiro's voice has. Karakasa also lacks the unique staccato often used in the original Mononoke which gave it an overall interesting sound and pace. I loved the odd vocal nuances and pauses in the previous work and was very sad that it's more or less nonexistent in Karakasa.

My second complaint would be with Asa and Kame's cast, which I felt might've benefited more from actresses with more interesting inflections. Kurosawa Tomoyo is an okay actress. She gets the job done but generally does better on long-running series since she takes a long time to fully have a grip on her role. Honestly, she was on auto-pilot and was quite boring throughout Karakasa. Aoi Yuuki on the other hand has a lot of vocal range, but generally suffers from inconsistency and just sounding like nails on a chalkboard. (I won't even mince it; my housemate walked in on me watching Karakasa on the telly and literally flinched at her voice because it severely hurt her eardrums---my condolences).

Generally speaking, I do prefer older seiyuus, they just have qualities I enjoy more, but I do also think the movie would've benefitted more from either a liveaction casting or a Showa casting. Most of the characters (in both Mononoke and Karakasa) kind of...oddly use modern speech instead of feudal Japanese (minus Utayama), and given that the Ooku IS a court drama, doesn't use court language or any regional dialects whatsoever (granted I'm not even sure if this is Kyoto, Edo, or wherever). Awashima and Mugitani do use formal language, but only Utayama uses slightly older diction. With the exception of a few notable names, most of the cast for Karakasa are from a generation of newer/younger voice actors, whereas Mononoke consists of an older one. You probably won't care unless you're a seiyuu buff, but there is actually a clear vocal distinction between those of different acting generations. For example: Sakurai, Kamiya, Ishida, Tsuda, Ogata, Hayashibara, etc...all have particular qualities to their voice that give it a layer of interest (ie. whispiness, huskiness, nasalness, etc). I don't know if it's caused by the difference in learned language or some other factor, but newer generations of voice actors tend to have more clear-toned voices with more modern inflections. Kurosawa and Aoi both have notably modern inflections when they act. You could say it's a battle of old versus new if we're going by story theme...but in which case, the rest of the cast could've been of an older generation to portray that. (But well, I'm glad they chose an older actress for Utayama, at least). The few exceptions to this are a small handful of modern actresses that are so astoundingly skilled they break that barrier. I kind of wished they had casted Hanazawa for Kame instead but she's already Kitagawa...but in which case, toss Sawashiro Miyuki in that role, I think she would've been a bit spookier. Hanazawa as Kame might've made her more endearing to me, but maybe they were going for the double-double: irritable voice and character combo, since Kame wasn't particularly written to be likeable. --- Kame does somewhat feel like a second generation Kayo (MAO), but I think MAO was still more serviceable to my ears. Anyway. I don't think I should hold up this review post any longer with my derailed rant on voice acting. It is what it is, and at the very least: we found out some lore bombshell that there are possibly at most 64 medicine sellers, and that Sakurai (Ri) Kusuriuri and Kamiya (Kon) Kusuriuri are different characters altogether (---a lot of fans rejoiced about that), making the possibility of two or more existing at one time. Wouldn't that be exciting to see?

Moving on to the music. In contrast to the trailers, the soundtrack in the movie sometimes feel like background white noise. It almost seems like a trend with newer anime, but nowadays, I hardly hear the tracks compared to older shows. Well, in Karakasa in particular, the movie is moving at such a jilted pace: most of the sounds you will hear is either dialogue or the occasional clinks and clangs. They don't really blast OSTs like they used to (...unlike Hollywood movies where I hear too much BGM). --- But following the odd quirks of Ayakashi: some of the vocal themes for Karakasa still are that weird mash of modern and traditional sounds with the occasional rapping. Particularly during the fight scene, there were some hardcore bass rap on cue. I'm not sure if I like or dislike it, but it is different. My favourite track is the Okami-esque flute theme used during the Birth Celebration Ceremony towards the end. But whether it's Mononoke or Karakasa, what stands out in both is not the score, but the sound effects which have always been the distinctive noise of the series.

The teased title for the next installment is "Ashes of Rage". I wonder what that could mean? We're left on a bunch of cliffhangers, such as why did Kusuriuri smile while looking at the clouds, what's the deal with the seal in the well, and what was Mizoragi doing in the cellar pouring water over what looked like an enclosed basin? Moreover, why on earth did they lore drop so much on the background of the medicine sellers...not in the movie but during the side interviews! The fact that they have a home base, or that the Shingi (alters) are different people... So do you mean to tell me, I still can dream of an Ishida Akira Kusuriuri!? There are at most 8 trigram Taima swords, and 2 of which are Sakurai and Kamiya's. Does that mean there's still room for another 6 Kusuriuris? That's so fruity!

If you made it this far, thank you for reading. I also I hope you watched the movie before perusing this given that it's so spoiler heavy. While it does seem like I had a lot of complaints, make no mistake: the movie was gorgeous. It was made with painstaking visual efforts and intricate architecture. Every stroke and splash is a work of art, making it one of the most visually interesting movie in a long time.

While it doesn't replace the old Mononoke in my heart, the Karakasa trilogy is a nice addition; something different and its own thing. A lot more action and a lot more abstract if you dig that sort of presentation.

Given that the trilogy isn't over, I have no doubt the rest of it will continue on with Kamiya's (Kon) Kusuriuri...but I do hope the series continues to keep receiving love so I can eventually have a whole Sentai Kamen rider group of Kusuriuris.

Until next time...~!