#my fox in the background has five tails

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

At Your Service

Wednesday x Kitsune!Reader

Part One|Part Two|Part Three|Part Four|Part Five|Part Six|Part Seven

Ah yes. The annual Outreach Day has finally come to the town of Jericho. You sigh as you file to Pilgrim World with the rest of the volun-told Nevermore students assigned to the place. At least you had Enid with you.

Until you see dark braids instead of blonde.

Confusion set in as you sidle up to Wednesday, careful to still leave space to respect her boundaries.

"What are you doing here?" You whispered. "I thought you had Uriah's Heap."

Dark eyes flicker over to you. "Traded with Enid. She gets to be with Ajax and I get to learn about Joseph Crackstone."

"Crackstone?"

Before you could ask more, your liaison for Pilgrim World arrived and began her spiel about the park. You would have to ask Wednesday about it later. Especially with her interest in the meeting house.

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Commotion drew your attention and you appeared in time to see the boy battling Wednesday end up in the stocks. With a smirk, you eased behind the other two and Eugene.

"I can't get into any more trouble with my dad." Lucas said. You chose that moment to clap both bullies on the back, startling them.

"You better skedaddle then. Don't think things'll get any better for you if I join the fray." You wiggle your eyebrows at the boys as they retreat. Eugene thanks you while Wednesday just nods and the three of you go to get the beekeeper clean.

Suddenly you find yourself tagging along with Wednesday to break into the closed meeting house.

"Eugene, give me your retainer."

Both you and Eugene balk at the goth. As the boy hammers on about teeth, you just take out your lockpick set and hand it over.

"Don't use a retainer. As resourceful as you are, I don't think we ended up cleaning that of vomit." You cringe at the thought of the goth touching the retainer, then it getting used as a lockpick only for it to go back into Eugene's mouth.

Wednesday looked at the lockpick you presented her with a quirk of her eyebrow before taking it.

"Both of you keep an eye out while I search."

Eugene looked uneasy. "What if Mistress Arlene catches us?"

You pat the boy on the shoulder. "We deny everything."

Denying everything didn't work out. Well, for Eugene at least. As soon as you clocked Arlene, you shifted into your fox form and escaped. You figured they'd be okay.

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The door chimes as you enter the Weathervane. As soon as you could, you snuck away from Pilgrim World and ditched the frocks for your uniform. You knew Wednesday had dipped earlier and you sought her out, only to see her with Tyler. You ignore the little squeeze of your heart and walk up to them, managing to catch the tail end of their conversation.

"Besides, I know my way around the great outdoors."

Before Tyler could say anything else, you chime in. "And I'll tag along if it makes you feel better, normie boy."

"Or you can abandon me again."

"You had Eugene."

"Hmph."

Tyler, and Xavier in the background, looked between the two of you as you bicker. Confusion lines his face when Wednesday turns around to leave and you stay put, watching her walk away. When she reaches the door, she turns to look at you.

"Well? Are you coming or not?"

You grin at the normie before making your way to the goth. "Yes, ma'am."

-----+++++-----

Dealing with a transient wasn't on the list of things you thought you were going to do today, but neither was sleuthing about in the ruins of a centuries old meeting house.

"There's nothing here."

"At least of value...." You mention as you kick an old can out of the vicinity. You could hear tapping from the sentient hand that followed Wednesday. She eyes you for a moment before replying.

"No, I can't just touch something. My visions seem to happen spontaneously."

"Visions? Is that how you knew about Rowan?" You asked, taking any chance to learn more about your new friend and potential crush.

Wednesday nods in response before her eyes trail back to Thing.

"I would rather dye my hair pink then ask my mother for advice."

"Well, what else can we do here? Doesn't hurt to try." you shrug. Thing seems to tap in agreement before Wednesday snaps at him.

"Oh, you want me to prove it to you?"

Wednesday goes around the small area, touching the wood and walls. Each time she pointedly looks at Thing noting that nothing was happening. To make a point, she even picks up a discarded Taco Bell bag and mimics getting a vision, which causes you to laugh. There's a slight upturn on her lips at the sound before she motions to her comrades to leave.

"My visions are about as predictable as shark attacks."

You were following behind her as her hand touches the door and her body seizes. As the vision overtakes her, Wednesday falls back into your arms. You look at Thing, concerned for your friend's well being. He lets out a few taps and points to the makeshift shelter on the other side of the ruins. With a nod, you pick up the girl and make your way over.

Putting her down, you clear the area of trash and take off your outerwear. You had your hoodie under your blazer, so you took it off to lay it down so Wednesday didn't have to lay on a questionable surface. Luckily, you managed to get her situated before it started to rain. You quickly use your blazer as an umbrella, keeping most of Wednesday dry, as you wait for the girl to wake up.

Thing kept watch of the perimeter while you tended to Wednesday. Her face hardly held any emotion on a regular basis, but you swear you could see the calm on it now. However, her eyes darted back and forth under her eyelids. You wondered what she was seeing.

It was several minutes before Wednesday's eyes shot open and she lurched up, almost colliding with your forehead.

"Thing! Y/N! I saw her! The girl from my vision." Her eyes darted between the two of you as she spoke. "Her name is Goody Addams and I believe she's my ancestor from 400 years ago."

"Whoa. So did you figure out how Crackstone is involved?"

The goth took a moment to answer. She was suddenly struck with how close you were with your blazer above both of your heads. Her black heart stuttered slightly, the considerate acts you've done surprising her. You stared at each other until a snapping branch caught both your attentions.

"Must've been the bearded man from before."

Wednesday got up, walking away from you to look through a hole in the ruined walls. You quickly put your blazer back on and grab your hoodie. Walking over to Wednesday to take a look as well, you drape the hoodie over her shoulders and pull the hood up. You kept an eye out when the smaller girl looked up at you and slipped her arms through the sleeves. As soon as her eyes turned back to the hole in the wall, a monstrous eye appeared to meet hers.

Both you and Wednesday startle and back away as the monster runs off. Immediately, the goth bolts off with you and Thing, now on your shoulder, follow closely behind. The beast was quick and soon disappeared.

Wednesday slows down, eyeing the tracks that the monster left. You catch up to the goth, making sure to not interrupt her investigation. Sensing your presence, she glances at you and points out the change in tracks.

"The monster is human."

"Wait, what?" You lean in, looking at the tracks. "No way..."

"What the hell are you two doing?"

You jump, clutching your chest while Wednesday just turns to look at Xavier. You look around, wondering where the boy even came from.

"We were following the monster."

Tyler gapes at the two of you and looks around. "You saw it? It's here?" He then whirls around and glares at you two. "Do you have a death wish or something?"

You furrow your brows and steps up to them tall boy.

"What are you even doing here?"

"I overheard you guys talking about checking out the old meeting house. It's lucky I got here when I did."

You just roll your eyes and check out of the conversation. Especially after the tracks were rained out. While you felt like you could slip away now that the excitement was over, something seemed to keep you at Wednesday's side. It wasn't because of the bead in her possession since she didn't compel you to join her. You tagged along on your own.

Your attention begins to veer back to your companions when you hear Wednesday's voice begin to raise. It seemed like Xavier was trying to explain how unreliable visions were.

"You're creating a story in your head and using your visions to back them up. They're telling you what you want to see."

You stand behind Wednesday, as if you were physically backing her up.

"Dude, are you mansplaining her powers? Not everyone has the same experiences when it comes to their abilities."

Xavier just rolls his eyes. "All I'm saying is that my dad, the expert, would warn you that psychic abilities aren't rooted in logic. It's triggered by emotions." He looks pointedly at Wednesday. "And let's be honest. Emotion's not your strong suit."

A scoff escapes your lips as your friend ignores the jape and states to Xavier that she was going to stop whatever's happening. You join in, vowing to help her before walking away, leaving Xavier in the rain.

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The sun blinds you as you sit on the bleachers for the special unveiling of the Joseph Crackstone statue. You didn't want to be there, but getting to see Wednesday play her cello was intriguing enough to keep you seated. Well, that and the fact that you had helped with a little surprise for everyone.

Mayor Walker drones on and you slouch in your seat. You're nearly asleep when the sudden burst of music startles you awake. Now, you're sitting up and waiting patiently for the fun to happen. Wednesday's eyes dart to you and you give a playful smirk.

The sound of fizzing and sparks reach your ears as your smirk becomes wide. Before you know it, the Crackstone statue bursts into flames. The sight leaves you giddy, but what makes it better was the sound of Wednesday's playing as chaos reigns around you two.

Your eyes don't leave her as you stay in your seat. Even from your vantage point, you see the mirth in your favorite dark eyes. Suddenly, those eyes are on you and a tiny smirk appears on her lips, leaving you breathless.

[tezzbot]

Okay.. so... fairly long post under the cut with the sort of background to my Sonic Underground AU!! If anyone's interested fjdgv I have thought about it a Lot lol

So basically, The background is that Eggman has definitely been up to shit since before Sonic was born lol and one of his sort of things when he I guess started out in villainy ? was he started trying to claim land and take over so that he could build his cities and theme parks and factories and what have you and rule over everything. So, after claiming some untouched land he started attacking “Mobian'' settlements, (not sure whether to stick with Mobian or what but the word gets my point across so I’m using it now sfgdh) and I guess started working his way up until he found Christmas Island, which is the small Kingdom Aleena ruled over at the time. This caused the Kingdom to fight back and started a war with Robotnik. However. Obviously the warzone was no place to be raising the Very recently born heirs to the throne (the three who would grow up to be Sonia Sonic and Manic, they might’ve had different names back then lol) and so Aleena with a Very heavy heart sent the three Far away, they had them sent to a dinky little orphanage in a fairly distant zone, intending to pick them back up when the war was over.

Unfortunately, Very early on in the triplet’s stay at the orphanage, when they were still practically babies, an unfortunate cot placement led to Manic being kidnapped sometime in the dead of night (don’t ask why they did it I just think it’s funny love and light). He was taken to a nearby city, and somehow managed to endear himself to Ferral, the leader of one of the larger sort of crime rings active there. This is where he learned to get by and live and thrive, little crime family they love each other and rag on each other so much smile smile smile.

Sonic stayed in the orphanage a lot longer than Manic, but doesn’t really remember his time there all that much. As soon as Sonic figured out how to, he ran. Ran as fast and as far as he was able. Ran until he had no idea how to get back. But he'd not a guilt on his conscience. He was free, for the first time felt truly free. He learned how to survive on his own and met a little two tailed fox cub and his life played out pretty much exactly the same as it does in the main line continuity :)

Sonia is the only one of the three who has any memory of staying in the orphanage and was the only one to leave there by regular means dgfhfg. At about five years old, she was one of a few girls from across the continent to be chosen to attend and live at an all girls school where they would grow into proper ladies™, being taught etiquette and manners and so on. She managed a fairly cushy lifestyle here but was never truly happy there. She obviously has her besties like Mindy, but it always felt far too restrictive and (figuratively) cold. So while she does do well there, she is slightly prone to getting in trouble and feels kind of belittled and invisible among her peers at times

So in the triplet’s maybe 3rd year? The war on Christmas Island ended and the Mobians were unfortunately forced to go into hiding. Aleena made it out and went into her own hiding in the form of laying low in a residential area in a nearby city, and attempted to blend in there for a few years before making the trip to finally reunite with her children. Unfortunately by the time she gets there, all three are gone :( Even though the orphanage may know where Sonia is, she feels as though she has failed all three as their mother and wouldn't be able to face any of them (despite the fact they're like. 6 year olds lol), and so retreats back to her city home.

Until, over a decade later, Aleena sees the world renowned hero Sonic the Hedgehog that she hears so much about, (maybe he’s just saved that part of the city from a badnik attack or something like that) and there is just… something about him that is so uncannily like her Bernie… His heroism and humility right down to his mannerisms, the being blue also adds to the effect. And… Aleena is not one to get her hopes up, but the chance of this being one of her missing children after all these years…

Then I’m thinking maybe, she is wearing the equivalent of the three medallions and, maybe as she gets closer to Sonic one of them has some sort of magical reaction ? or something I’m not actually sure. But something DOES confirm to Aleena that This is one of her kids oh my god!! And he’s just like his (other) mother… Aleena gets overwhelmed and ends up not talking to him. Sonic maybe notices someone in a long flowy jacket running away from the crowd, but gets distracted by the many other thankful citizens around him to really take note of it lol

This is when Aleena writes her letter to Sonic. She looks him up, tries very hard to find out where he lives. Ultimately coming up with nothing she’s like IS MY BOY HOMELESS?? But then what comes up eventually is a plethora of small garages and laboratories under the name Dr. Miles Prower and is like Oh! An apprentice maybe :) lol and so she rolls the dice and chooses one of those locations at random and hopes her message gets to him soon.

This is just the leadup to what would be the "main plot" of the AU and I do have more for it!! So if this like. Text based way of explaining my ideas is alright I can share more from the google doc if ppl are interested!! And maybe I'll doodle some stuff for it here n there who know (seems likely tho lol)

[throwaway-yandere]

The Boar Prince/ss (Tighnari/Reader)

A/n: Tis I, your secret raccoon @riabef offering you a humble present for this day 🦝 🎁!!! It is probably wet cuz my trash animal brain tried to wash it by the creek but eh, hope ya like it!!! I can't say I celebrate Xmas, but happy holidays, belated happy birthday and best wishes for the new year!!! <333 - with love, ansytea

CW: none!!! Pls trust me– they're just sassy children being sassy children. Just wholesome fluff-crack vibes with added soulmate elements (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Unreliable Synopsis: Seven-year-old Tighnari meets his soulmate in the forest on the eve of Celestia's Day. Hilarity ensues.

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Tighnari was FREEZING!

He was just a kid! Why was HE the one tasked with picking up branches for the fireplace?! That's not fair at all! Just because he had maintained his ears and tail better than the rest of his family doesn't mean he's best suited for this job. Sure, it doesn't snow much in Sumeru, but he's not the most resilient fox compared to his relatives! Tighnari's too young for this. The place is positively humid and there is little to no room for his whining unless he would devolve into a fit of sneezes. 

With "Grrr"s turning into "Brrr"s, young Tighnari cloaks himself up with the same scarf by adding more layers to protect his neck. When he went out, Tighnari's hair was wild and unruly, constantly falling in his face as an act of immature defiance. He didn't care how much his mom preached about appearances as the kid fennec stomped to the rainforest. 

The rainforest was positively duller than it was in any other season, and he can't even perceive colors. All greys and darker shades. Then again, he's just a kid so that's only natural. He's not as lucky as his mom and dad who found each other back when they were five. And yet, woe is Tighnari for being seven years old and unable to tell plantains and bananas apart. 

Grey… grey… grey… everything was dreadfully grey. Why can’t it snow here now like it did in Liyue? That’s not fair. He wanted to see something lighter and more cheerful than this cold sight.

Tighnari trudged through the place with his tiny legs, hoping to pick up what he needed and head home fast. He whined and his shoulders sagged. In the common egocentric view of children his age, he complained loudly as he picked up a branch as if he was Atlas and it was the Earth. Tighnari rebelliously waved the stick at the sky for a bit when he did pick it up.

Now would be a good time for him to gain a vision, Celestia! It’s Celestia’s Day Eve! Do you hear his thoughts?! A pyro vision would be great, thank you very much!!! 

When Tighnari noticed four mushroom boars cuddling up to one another, he came to a complete halt. The cold must be hard on them too, huh? They stand out against the less vivid background because of their lighter fur. Tighnari might be able to bring some home. 

He instinctively reached for his bow but stopped midway.

Hold on– Dad didn't send him out here to hunt! He's supposed to bring back lumber like a grown-up!

Tighnari pouted. 

Ngh… but hunting's much more fun, though!– 

Hold on.

His eyes widened. His ears jolted upwards as Tighnari revolved his feet on an axis. He turned his heels around in an alert stance. There was no danger around him– there were no ruin guards, no eremites, no fungi– but his surroundings drastically changed. Tighnari kept shooting glances at the new world– the real world around him.

… What is that...?

“What color is that?!”

His hold on the branch tightened, squinting at the small leaf that grew on its side.

Green… green! This has to be green!

He grabbed his tail. Green– dark green? This is green! Are all of these leaves green? 

Tighnari grinned widely. 

His young and simple mind had decided that he liked the color green.

… Green… Yellow-green…

Those were the first colors he saw, but they didn’t come from the trees and the sprouted leaves surrounding him. What do other colors look like? As he was about to hastily scout the area for Sumeru roses, a dire thought occurred to him.

... Why did he start to see colors?

His heart dropped as he looked at the herd again.

… Green… Yellow-green boars…

Oh… oh no… to think he was just planning to kill them earlier...

Is his soulmate… a BOAR?!

His knees buckled down to the ground, the dewed tall grass scraping it slightly. No, it can't be. Tighnari laughed humorlessly. His parents take great pleasure in their son's innate intelligence and curiosity. It's only natural that he likes reading books– he leafed through some encyclopedias so there’s no way for Tighnari to miss that boars…

… have a life expectancy of 10 to 14 years.

"Ngh...!" Tighnari nearly teared up.

How… how can he fall in love with a boar, especially when they'll die before him? H-how can he kiss a boar? Is that even okay? Won’t his friends make fun of him?! Then again, if it's love, then there shouldn't be anything wrong with it, right?

But the rainforest… it’s greatly affected by the withering…By the time Tighnari graduates, he may not even see his soulmate frolicking in the grass anymore...

… That’s it.

The child clenched his fists. Tighnari’s knuckles grew pale– he had never felt this much resolve in his childhood years. It doesn't matter how long his soulmate lives, as long as he can help extend what little time they have, he'll make the most of it. Tighnari wasn’t going to let them die young, nu-uh! Especially not after he saw how beautiful the world is in full color.

He made up his mind. Starting today, he’s going to be a forest ranger to save his soulmate’s natural habitat!

"I-I…!" Tighnari puffed his cheeks out. The child didn’t care if he looked stupid, especially when his only audience was the silence of the rainforest. "I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE UGLY! I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE A BOAR!"

He shut his eyes tight, mustering the courage to accept his (hilarious) fate. If he had them open, Tighnari would’ve noticed two (h/c) protruding fox ears at the center of the bewildered herd.

"I’M GONNA LOVE YOU!!! I'M GONNA BE FOREST RANGER AND I'M GONNA PROTECT YOUR HOME!!! PLEASE STAY STRONG AND DON'T DIE YET!!!"

“W-Why are you screaming?!”

An unexpected voice called out. Tighnari froze, opening his eyes. 

A fox, you, suddenly appeared in the sea of yellow-green fur. Your face was coated in dirt, and your wool jacket was littered with hair that wasn't yours. You were a bit smaller in stature, probably younger than him, and you pulled your ears down to feign meekness and pain from Tighnari’s previous wailing. But most notable of all, you donned a nervous yet mischievous smile– a smile Tighnari will increasingly grow accustomed to for the entire duration of his life, and it gets better each time he sees it.

Your (e/c) eyes blinked, groggily realizing something was amiss. 

“O-Oh, woaaahh, COLORS!!!” You gawked in awe, mimicking the same movements Tighnari did when he gained the ability to see in full colors. “Hey, are you my soulmate?!– Achoo!!!”

Wait, is his soulmate one of the boars or…?

He shyly combed his hair down, now hyper-aware of how embarrassingly messy it was. Tighnari should've listened to his mom earlier. He didn't know he was meeting his soulmate today!

“I… I’m not sure…” Tighnari blinked, visibly perplexed. He glanced at the boars, troubled. A person was cuddling between those stinky animals? How could a fox's nose even handle that? He could barely keep his jaw from hitting the floor.

“Whack!” You blew a raspberry, your small fennec ears drawing back down. “W-Who else would it be other than ME? The boars???”

He grumbled. 'Well, excuse me, prince/ss', that was exactly what Tighnari thought earlier since you were hiding under their fur like an egg waiting to hatch.

“Never mind that! How about you? What are you doing here alone? Where are your parents– and why are you snuggling with them?!”

“C-Cuz it’s cold, alright?!” You sneezed again. Your voice echoed, cute and high-pitched. “M-My parents are adventurers and I wanted to follow them cuz they’re leaving me alone on Celestia Day b-but–”

You sneezed for the umpteenth time.

“B-But I don’t know where they went... I just wanted for us to drink hot cocoa b-but..." You sniffled. 

"S-so I’m hanging out with my REAL family now! They’re nicer and they gave me mushrooms. HMPH!!!”

You proudly put your hands on your hips as your fluffy ears pricked up. You mimicked a "dignified" posture you observed in exaggerated storybooks, pointing your chin upward.

Tighnari clicked his tongue. “Whatever, Boar Prince/ss. Get out of there before they ram their noses to your butt!!”

His weak threat only made his fellow fennec grouchier. “H-Hey! My name is (Y/n) and I’m five years old, th-thank you very much!”

(Y/n)... That’s a really pretty name… He wouldn’t mind saying it often.

“Whatever, I’m still gonna call you Boar Prince/ss. My name’s Tighnari. I’m seven so I’m two years older than you.”

“T-Tighnari, Tighnari. Heh. S-Sounds cool. What’s your last n-name?”

“Huh?”

“O-Obviously I don’t wanna keep my papa’s last name after they abandoned me, so I’M taking your last name, soulmate.”

“Gah– D-Don’t say things like that, you big lummox!!!” Tighnari huffed, his angry breath visible in the cold air. “And they probably didn’t abandon you, you’re just stubborn and you didn't listen to them like a bad kid.”

You purposefully ignored his last remark. “Why not? Aren’t we going to get married someday?”

Tighnari paused, his face heating up. Technically, you're right, but he didn’t want to admit that. 

He reached his hand out to help you get out of the boars’ place. “S-Shut up! Before you freeze, why don’t you come over to my house? My parents can make some pretty good hot cocoa.”

Your eyes beamed at the suggestion. “Drinking hot cocoa? Hmm... But I wanna do that with my cousins though.”

Tighnari's eye twitched. So much for "soulmates".

“HMPH! If you don’t wanna drink cocoa at my place then be one with the forest!”

“W-Wait up!”

Tighnari walked faster, a few paces ahead of them. You profusely apologized to your "new family" as you swerved out of the herd. Unfortunately for him, despite nearly shivering to death, you're a faster runner than Tighnari. Your hand seized his tail, and he felt his face and ears warm up. You could have yanked him playfully, but you chose to look at him and catch a glimpse of yourself in his eyes.

You decided at that moment that you like the color green, too.

“Hehe, your tail’s prettier than mine.”

He felt his heart race again. 

“W-Wa…” Warm...

“Wah?”

Tighnari trembled in jittery frustration.

“W-Watch your step, our place is near s-so it shouldn't be long until we see mom and dad. And grab my hand instead, won't you!” Tighnari huffed. His place WAS near, but that doesn't mean he won't complain about being ordered to pick up wood earlier.

You did what was instructed, and Tighnari suddenly recalled that you referred to him as your soulmate numerous times. He looked down and noticed how much your hands fit perfectly with his.

A perfect fit... A perfect match...

"Hey, soulmate?"

He answered reluctantly. "...Yeah?"

"I like how warm your hands are too..."

"Ngh!"

Tighnari's hand is sweating and his heart can't take it. It's physically impossible for him to fire a sassy retort to that. He closed his eyes again, overwhelmed.

Slightly, he wished that he couldn't see colors so that he wouldn't notice how cute his soulmate is with that "pink" blush dusting their face.

—----

“Oomph– y-you surprised me, love.”

Neither of you can believe it’s been 14 years since you both found each other– and this would be your 12th year spending Celestia's Day together.

Tighnari, now visibly older but just as energetic as he was before, captured your waist from the back. He put his head on your neck, humming contentedly as he basked in your presence. 

"Sorry, I just missed you…"

You smiled and ruffled his hair slightly. "I missed you, too…"

That's right, 12th year. You're finally home after a two-year-long expedition in the Chasm with Miss Yelan. Suppose being a bit adventurous does run in your blood. However, you weren't too late to not witness the nation of Sumeru change because of the traveler's influence. Since your return, Tighnari frequented your house more often– leaving the rangers with more work. Not that they mind, they’d rather pitch in than see their forest watcher mopey and depressed. Besides, you might've missed the Sabzerus festival, but you won't leave your fiance at his lonesome again for Celestia's Day. 

It’s impossible for him to keep under wraps just how much he adores you. Tighnari sighed dreamily, his expression softened as he looked at you. His fingertips shyly brushed against yours until he intertwined your hands. Although you were slightly tense, you relaxed into the hug and squeezed him back.

He whispered in your ear, his soothing tone complimenting the crackling of the fireplace. "I'm not letting you go… Ever…"

"I know."

"You know what? I'm locking the doors."

"Then what's the point of inviting the others to spend Celestia's Day if you did that, hmm? Do you want poor Collei to be alone on the holidays?"

His nose scrunched. The kid was sleeping soundly upstairs after she got tired of waiting for the traveler and Cyno. Tighnari's never going to abandon her, she can't be alone when she got the best parental figures with her. Better than those boars, at least.

"Collei can stay in, she’s like your daughter at this point. The others can perish."

"OUR daughter. Plus, last time I checked, it was your idea to invite them."

His hug tightened, "I made a grave mistake. I don't want to hear Cyno's jokes under the pine tree." 

By no means a novice to his snark, you chuckled softly. As time flew by, your old playful happy-go-lucky nature refined to be more serious, but never dull. You've both matured into fine adults. However, you're behaving rather timidly compared to your usual banter, which only pushed him to act skittish.

Tighnari pouted intentionally cute. “Honey... you know there’s no one else in the world more gorgeous than you, right?”

You tell each other everything, and this is often his best conversation starter for it. “What is it this time, love?”

“Hypothetically speaking, what if I told you I accidentally gave the others the wrong map?”

“...The wrong what?”

“The wrong map to your house.” His voice was muffled this time as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You’re used to the sensation of him hiding his meek expressions behind you. “What if I told you I mailed them Collei’s drawing?”

You put your hand on your chin profoundly, your ears drooping down. You're something of a schemer yourself, so it's in your nature to doubt his claim. “Ah yes, because I’ll definitely believe you did that accidentally after you just said you don’t want them to come over.”

“Yes– cause this time I’m not lying.”

“Sure, you rotten fox…” You grumbled. “I can’t believe you’re exposing to everyone that I’m the Boar Prince/ss. It was supposed to be a secret!”

Tighnari laughed, his joy so contagious that your pretend dismay collapsed in an instant. The both of you stood by the fireplace for a while, your ears listening to the sound of your soulmate’s breathing.

It's the warm and comfortable moments of silence like this that can wash two years of loneliness away.

Life has kept you both so busy that the beginnings of your somewhat haphazard love story have been buried behind numerous tasks and research papers. Nevertheless, regardless of the conflicts you two had experienced, it all comes down to one tale. It is a wonderful serendipity that both perspectives coalesced into a single, cohesive narrative of a child who believed a boar was his soulmate and another who was unexpectedly adopted by the herd while looking for their parents.

Tighnari traced the engagement ring in your hand. His eyes were intensely green yet soft whenever he gazes at you. 

Green’s such a beautiful color, especially when it paints his features. You'll never grow tired of observing his face.

“(Y/n)... I'm so glad that you're alive, unlike a boar's lifespa–”

As if to ruin a magical moment in a Fontaine rom-com film, the door busted open, revealing a particularly unamused scribe with a mercenary, a dancer, a general, a gliding champion, and a traveler trailing behind him like lost puppies. You flinched at the sound while Tighnari put a distance between you and the “intruders”. He only relaxed when he saw Cyno lazily raise his hand.

“Motherfu– See? I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you, Dehya.”

“Relax, Haitham, what matters is we’re here now.”

“We would’ve gotten here earlier if SOMEONE didn’t trust a crayon map.”

“I’m sure Tighnari didn’t mean to send us that one.”

“Stop defending him, Cyno, you’re not his damn lawyer.”

While carrying a sizable sweet madame, Lumine shrugged at the very back and looked directly at you and Tighnari. Paimon drifted next to her while sluggishly drooling.

"Happy Celestia day!"

Despite being worn out, the traveler tried her best to ignore the miserable arguments being had by everyone with a large smile.

You snorted behind your hand as Alhaitham brushed off the snow in his cloak by the carpet. You found it funny that none of them, except the scribe, ventured to doubt the quite literally sketchy map. It's impressive that they managed to read Collei's handwriting.

Deciding not to point that out, you helped them get inside. Dehya stood behind him with a sheepishly amiable smile with Nilou directly next in the queue. Nilou giggled as Alhaitham muttered a string of curses under his breath about how he’s too feeble of a scholar for this amount of legwork. Meanwhile, the person who you assumed was "Amber", looked around for any signs of her Sumeruan friend.

Your satisfied smile never left your face as you watched your friends chat heartily. Celestia's Day with friends and family... it's just like what you asked for 14 years ago.

"I'll go and wake Collei up," Tighnari muttered before he pecked your cheek. You nodded along. It was your idea to surprise Collei with Amber after all.

"Bring out the mugs and hot cocoa too."

"On it."

Alhaitham noticed the fox was about to leave and scoffed, his face souring in an expression similar to his housemate's. Oh, he's pissed.

“You…" He pointed an accusatory finger at you. "Why did you send us to the middle of the rainforest? And why on earth is it jam-packed with boars? Is this some high-level joke I can’t comprehend?”

“That’s what I would also like to know too, actually,” Nilou mused, but by the teasing lilt of her voice, it seemed as if she already guessed the answer. “Why did you mark the boars’ habitat as (Y/n)’s home?”

You and Tighnari looked at each other in unison. Your shoulders shook as you both silently held back your laughter.

“Yeah, well, about that…”

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Ansytea: happy holidays, riabef!!! hope you liked this <33!!!

[kaledya]

It would be fun to have Lolicia in a garden indeed, she would be there from dawn to sunset with how slow she is ahah !

I think she would like to see carnivorous plants like in Stolas kitchen that you can feed !

About what Alastor did to be in the bad bubble, well try to eliminate her ! But you will see what happened in episode 6 ! And the person that was close to the 'caring bubble' let's say... this person is not so far away !

Exactly, the scales falling and growing back is very animalistic thing. Actually I think Lolicia is more animal than human sometimes in her behaviours !

Yes ! She definitely curls on the pillow and lie in a ball like a fox ! From far away she looks like just hair and tail ahah

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I'm glad you liked Serenity's vibe ! And yes the beggar quote was like *mic drop* ! Sometime to not forgot information I re-read some dialogues afterwards and I must say, even if I kept it cool, Velvette and Serenity verbal duel was slay !

In your big Serenity post you also have made a doodle with them fighting and Serenity say something like "with what are you going to threaten me ? With the social account I don't have ?" And it was a good base to start so thank you !

"Teen Constantine is a babycake" PUT THAT QUOTE IN A MUSEUM 🌸 adorable !

Lolicia is indeed very mysterious for the one who don't know her ! I think it could be interesting for the reader, at the end of the fanfic or when the important background of Lolicia reveals that they re-read the story and see that all the details I put everywhere like particles of bred 🤣

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Constantine and Serenity talking about flirting is very funny !

And of course I like Constantine drawings ! I mean its damn obvious ! 🌸🌸

Thank you! 🌸🌸🌸

-Lmao yes hahah But she will eventually reach the garden, right? This is an important detail!

-Yes it was definitely five of them and It seems to me feeding meat plants would be more fun.

-Oh It can be said that he deserved the experience he had then. After all, if you decided to stick a stick into a wasp hive, you should have calculated what will happen.

And I think he's lucky it didn't end in his death. It could end much worse.

-I'm so excited for episode 6!! What will happen to Lolicia, it will be really great to see her story in more detail!! Seriously, if there was a series told only through Lolicia's POV, I would happily read it🤌🤌+ It is very fun to read Lolicia's inner thoughts.

And her past with Alastor is also a curiosity.

I have predictions about the person approaching the Caring bubble! But I'll need to be patient and wait to see*crying*

-I really like characters whose behavior has animal characteristics.I think the characters really add charisma and interestingness.And this thing is also well written on Lolicia

-HELP SO CUTE!!! ARGGGGGG I want to pat pat Lolicia, she's so cute (I have 2 arms, I might lose one)

And imagine, she jumps to get into bed like foxes jump into the snow.

-It was literally amazing I LOVE the way you write Serenity!! Even I can't write her personality that well and your dialogue writing is seriously amazing to read.And yes, her fight with Velvet is absolutely slay💅💅

Yes, I remember that doodle. I told my followers on Twitter to tell me funny things to draw , I guess that doodle was one of the requests!

And I'm so glad I could help!!

-Babycake indeed 🤌

-Seriously, Lolicia is definitely a very mysterious for the reader.I seriously can't wait to see the breadcrumbs that I may or may not have noticed along the way as you explain everything. And seriously, reading Lolica is very interesting. she is kinda unpredictable and that makes her very interesting to the reader.

Seriously, I'm someone who likes to get spoilers.When I like something, I usually consume it until the end.But in this case I can't get any Spoiler, I have to wait patiently and learn about Lolicia's past. *Crying with happiness*

And I really want to say again, I think you created a very beautiful character, thank you again for creating her.❤️❤️

And I wish you a good day, take care of yourself!!🫂❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[richincolor]

Book Review: The Fox Maidens by Robin Ha

Publisher’s Summary: Kai Song dreams of being a warrior. She wants to follow in the footsteps of her beloved father, the commander of the Royal Legion. But while her father believes in Kai and trains her in martial arts, their society isn’t ready for a girl warrior.

Still, Kai is determined. But she is plagued by rumors that she is the granddaughter of Gumiho, the infamous nine-tailed fox demon who was killed by her father years before.

Everything comes crashing down the day Kai learns the deadly secret about her mother’s past. Now she must come to terms with the truth about her identity and take her destiny into her own hands. As Kai desperately searches for a way to escape her fate, she comes to find compassion, and even love, in the most unexpected places.

Set in sixteenth-century Korea and richly infused with Korean folklore, THE FOX MAIDENS is a timeless and powerful story about fighting for your place in the world, even when it seems impossible.

My Thoughts: Kai is a character that readers will not soon forget. It’s not just that she crosses paths with Gumiho, though that plays a part. Beyond that, it’s Kai’s persistence and belief in herself that is remarkable. The rules of the society are strict when it comes to class and gender and Kai has to fight against a lot, but she refuses to back down.

Before the story begins, the author provides background information about Gumiho. There is also an overview of the societal roles which have an effect on everything that follows. Throughout there is plenty of action, stealthy creatures that hunt, multiple violent deaths and a lot of other things going on, but readers can’t help but constantly notice how pervasive the gender and class structures are in this time and place. Women–poor women especially–have very few options. While this is a grim truth, it’s not the only truth. Kai and other women do sometimes find ways to work around or through the system to get what they need or want.

There is a young woman who has noticed Kai and it is interesting to watch that unfold. The love interest is not the main part of the story for a majority of the book, but becomes increasingly important over time. I would have liked there to be a little more attention to developing the relationship because it feels a little abrupt, but it’s still a nice element of the story.

Along with an intriguing storyline and relationships both familial and romantic, the illustrations are gorgeous. The design is striking and the colors are used very effectively. When scenes are in the present timeline during the day, the five traditional Korean colors are generally used–red, blue, yellow, white, and black. A slightly brownish monochrome is used for scenes that take place in the past and sometimes a single pop of color is included in a panel or two. The night scenes are usually grays and blacks with one or two accent colors. This helps the reader easily transition from one scene to another. The chapter divisions kind of break this pattern. They may have colors beyond the traditional palette and generally have a softer, more romantic look to them.

The book is a feast for the eyes and the storytelling both through text and images is compelling. I can tell I will be reading and re-reading this one many times.

Recommendation: Get it soon especially if you enjoy historical K-dramas, Gumiho, and/or thrillers with a dash of love. Check out the peek inside below to get a taste of the story and art.

Extras:

Peek inside the book at Epic Reads (first 17 pages)

Book Trailer on Instagram

Robin Ha shares her drawing process, talks about her first two graphic novels and then shares a brief bit about THE FOX MAIDENS in this video.

Publisher: Balzer & Bray Pages: 320 Review copy: Digital ARC & final copy via publisher Availability: On sale February 13, 2024

[canmom]

Animation Night 148: Aeni (애니)

Hi everyone! It’s that time of the week.

It’s been a good while since we covered Korean animation - or ‘aeni’, following the ‘anime’/‘donghua’ pattern - on Animation Night!

As you know, Korea has a lot of incredibly talented animators, but despite that the list of Korean animated films is fairly thin on the ground because South Korea is one of the major hotspots for animation outsourcing in the world, along with the Philippines. Nowadays, nearly all ‘American’ 2D animation is storyboarded in the States and then outsourced to South Korea for all the actual animation; occasionally the work gets passed further down the chain and ends up in North Korea as well.

Even so, there certainly are a number of original Korean animated films...

Korean animation was actually one of the first ‘animation from x country’ themes I wrote about on here, back on Animation Night 20. Back then, I talked about the impressive cyberpunk Sky Blue/Wonderful Days and the films of Lee Sung-Gang - the gentle fantasy of My Beautiful Girl Mari and the Miyazakiesque Yobi the Five-Tailed Fox. I also wrote a little about North Korea’s one major animation studio, SEK, and their war drama series Squirrel and Hedgehog. All those films are worth a look!

(A note on Sky Blue - much of the animation team that directed this movie would go on to create the impressive animation of Avatar: The Last Airbender and The Legend of Korra, American productions which allowed their Korean animators a much larger than usual degree of creative influence. More on them here and here from youtuber ‘The Canipa Effect’.)

Much later, on Animation Night 77 we had a look at one of the films of Yeon Sang-ho’s film Seoul Station, the animated zombie film which preceded his popular live action zombie film Train to Busan. But before he was a zombie guy, Yeon Sang-ho’s preferred mode was dark, violent animated dramas, beginning with The King of Pigs (돼지의 왕 Dwae-ji-ui wang, 2011). Which is one of our subjects for tonight...

Yeon Sang-ho was born at the end of the 70s, and found the ambition to direct animation while at school, collecting a lot of anime with particular inspiration from Miyazaki. He achieved his ambition towards the end of the 90s with short films like The Hell: Two Kinds of Life (지옥 두개 의 삶 Jiok Dugae ui Salm) in which two people are confronted with the afterlife by an angel, and Love Is Protein (사랑은 단백질), in which fast food is unexpectedly delivered by anthropomorphic animals. You can watch ten minutes of The Hell here on Youtube with engsubs, but the quality is kind of terrible! Still, we can see some of the techniques Sang-ho was using at this time - quite a bit of rotoscoping. Love Is Protein is also available on youtube, though sadly sans subtitles.

The King of Pigs sees the adult reunion of an impulsive murderer Kyung-min with his former classmate Jong-suk. In their childhood, the boys were the ‘pigs’ at the bottom of the class hierarchy - but their fortunes changed when a third boy Kim Chul joined the group, who became known as the ‘King of Pigs’. But something happened to him, which Kyung-min now intends to reveal...

Like Yeon Sang-ho’s other animated films, it uses a realist style inspired by Satoshi Kon and the manga of Minoru Furya, mixing traditional animation and cel-shaded CG that pushes against the limit of its tiny budget. Nevertheless, the film was noted for its impactful, uncompromising depictions of pain, cruelty, and class, and brought international attention to Sang-ho, sending him to film festivals and giving him the chance to make more films.

Sang-ho described the film as drawing from real experiences of sitting by and witnessing bullying at his school, and even put himself in the film as a silent background character. He’d continue this approach with his next film, thirty minute The Window, based on his time in mandatory military service; then his next full-length film was The Fake (사이비 Saibi) about a cult leader challenged by a social outcast. We’ll talk more about that one down the line...

Tonight, at about the last minute, I’ve managed to get my hands on a copy of The King of Pigs. This one fits the harsh, violent model of Korean films about class in common with... well, most of what gets internationally popular I suppose, works like those Park Chan-wook and Bong Joon-ho, or Squid Game. So I’m quite looking forward to it.

Then, for a change of pace, we have Ghost Messenger.

This is perhaps aeni at its most anime, stylistically as well as being full of nods to anime from Haruhi to Bakemonogatari - but it’s also about Korean traditions around death and folklore. The project, created by a studio called STUDIO ANIMAL, began as a cancelled phone game, which goes some way to explaining why the narrative centres on a possessed phone! Since then, it evolved through several formats, initially an OVA and then a movie series.

The story concerns psychopomps called Ghost Messengers whose job is to fetch spirits who refuse to go to the world of the dead. One of these guys, Kang Lim ends up imprisoned in a ‘Soul Phone’ used to capture ghosts, and guess what, it ends up in the hands of a hoodie-wearing blue-haired boy with strong psychic powers. But this means Kang Lim and his new companion are well placed to face a new threat manifesting demons and destabilisng the whole thing.

I’m not entirely sure what to expect from Ghost Messenger, but the wiki article is endearingly enthusiastic and it seems like it’s been something of a long-term passion project for its creators. And it’s definitely got some pretty stylish designs coming from that Korean folklore angle.

And for another, very different dimension we have 소중한 날의 꿈, Sojoonghan Nalui Ggoom (2011) which translates literally as Dream of a Precious Day but in English has the slightly odd title Green Days: Dinosaur and I. This coming of age story calls to mind the films of Hosoda, with elaborate traditional animation on paper and a kagenashi look. It sounds like it was a hell of a project, with the production spanning 11 years under the co-direction of Ahn Jae-hoon and Han Hye-jin.

The story follows anxious high school girl Yi-rang, growing up at a gender-segregated school in a small town in the 1970s. She’s struggling with the pressures of life and competition with her peers, socially and in running, intimidated by the pretty and poetic transfer student Soo-min. But then enters a boy called Cheol-soo, an aspiring astronaut, and their awkward first romance begins to change her outlook. It seems to be a largely low-key, slice of life sort of film, with (once again) a realist approach to animation against detailed backgrounds depicting the 70s rural village.

This film seems to have generally flown under the radar, never gaining a large audience nor much international attention. But the Korea Times is full of praise, and it made it to the Annecy shortlist - so let’s give it a look in!

Animation Night 148 will be beginning at twitch.tv/canmom - going live now, films to start in about 20 minutes! The watch order will be Green Days, then King of Pigs and wrapping up with Ghost Messenger - hopefully that will balance the vibes without going out on a huge downer. Hope to see you there!

[sai-gemflower]

Hi! Player here I have many characters so why don't I list some of them off before I continue on reposting or even posting. I do play with homebrew content and I play 5e. Also If someone could tell me how to make it so there is a certain point it cuts off and there is a read more button that would be really nice its a long wall of text so I'm putting a seperator in for anyone scrolling

Sai- the character I call my first character. High elf ranger 31 years old although because of the way she acts and thinks she should probably be at least 100 but I didn't know how the aging worked yet. She is a ranger/rouge entertainer. She is a beast master and her companion is a black panther named luna. She currently has a hellhound puppy named Char. She has a friend stormy who is a pitch black Pegasus.

Tana- druid tiefling. She is particular about what she eats and where it comes from when she eats meat or any product from animals she always has to know the source before hand and know that they are raised properly even though they are being raised for food or for their products. For example milk eggs etc.

Rowan- she is very much homebrew probably my first homebrew character. Her race is Half human half phantom, her class is Kitsune and her background is hunter. She currently has 6 tails all pure white along with her fox ears. She has a scar on her right shoulder and her phantom has a matching one. She has a pet fox named lily. She also has firefox although it is hard to describe what firefox is.

Nix- Changeling rouge, charlatan. She is a very famous assassin although only in one of her forms. A friend of hers found a changling child in an orphanage and wanted her to come talk to them. Of course nix went to talk with the child and after talking for a while promptly adopted them.

Julius: changeling rouge, no background. Five years old at least when they were adopted they were. They are training with their mom to become an assassin like her. Of course Nix isn't the happiest about it but Julius doesnt know that. Julius goes by they/them and was originally an npc. I don't think my DM (my mom) expected me/nix to adopt them. I do occasionally get their pronouns wrong even though they are now my character I am still getting used to those pronouns.

Quaf: aaracokra monk not much to say on her even though she is level 5 there isn't really much of note at least for me

Mulan: my actual first character a human fighter who I didnt have much fun playing and had her killed off to play Sai. Later on I felt bad and had her resurrected again not much of not to me for her.

Lilith of doubt: she is an absolute mess. She was part of a campaign that went by milestones. Disclaimer, I did not and still do not really know how to multiclass I went with classes that fit what she was going through that being said she is level 20 barbarian level 6 warlock level 4 bard and level 4 druid. She was tiefling although the way the dm described it when she found her family since she was born with her horns he may have just made her be a snow elf but he never told me to changer her sheet. She was true polymorphed into a ancheint blacksteal dragon and has reached godhood. She lives in her castle in avernus although since I left that campaign I'm not sure what the DM has done with her. For me she is still at the point I was last in control of her which is what I have told you all about. Oh and she is an outlander.

Rya: class knight of the Fey. Race fey mice. She is a wanderer. Her patron is Sai.

Ea: warlock tiefling assisted the king and his mom to their kingdom and hasnt gotten played to much since

Pumpkin: tiefling cleric saved Rowan from a necromancer that raised her the wrong way making her become half human half phantom and has been adventuring ever since

Ivory: 17 year old fallen human (its a homebrew race inspired by undertale) aura guardian (homebrew class I forget if its based on anything or I just liked it) lawful good surviver, she loves painting and doing art in general and had to run from her home because of a war, she is worried about her parents but for now she has found a family not only with the main ground but with a married couple who she views as her second parents. They have been teaching her (since she hasnt gone to school) and letting her use the paint supplies from the store and even selling the paintings with her permission of course and she gets some of the earnings. Ivory's soul type is kindness

Selene: serene (homebrew race) ranger doesn't talk often and instead uses her racial ability which is basically just message chaotic good sailor

Zoi: a druid satyr who is hopeful and peppy, and got traumatized on her first adventure (another player my brother had decided his edgy character, he wanted to test out having an edgy character, would put one of the enemies heads on a pike to warn others that there was danger and fresh out of the fey wild zoi did not respond well lol my poor girl)

Characters that havnt been used enough to have a lot of information or I just don't remember anything about their adventures

Harmony: beast twin (homebrew class) lopunny (homebrew race based on Pokemon) is bonded with peace (bonded is the best way I can think to put it rn) 3'6"

Peace: a golden tiger, harmony's best friend and bassically her steed as she can go 10ft more than harmony can

Syllin moonwhisper: ranger wood elf (I haven't used her in so so long), is in a relationship with rinn

Rinn bloodeyes: dark elf monk (made by an ex and I have taken Rinn in as mine since he no longer plays dnd with me, and syllin would be lonely without him) is in a relationship with syllin

Viola: ranger half orc

Yog: fighter tortle

Dimdash: cleric hill dwarf fiesty will kill you if you annoy her...most likely

Renanajj: pegasis night (homebrew) tiger folk (probably homebrew? Cant remember)

Layla grey: Dant (homebrew race based off something I dont remember rip) beast tamer (homebrew) has a wolf dont remember his name

Aurora: veria (homebrew race) golden eyes (homebrew class) I dont even remember making her or even ever playing her

Del: half elf rouge (not even finished)

[jimlingss]

It's B from @bang-tan-bitches and I would like to request a yandere fic. It can be BTS OT7 x reader or BTS member of your choice x reader. Similar to your amazing isekai story i would like something similar(a long one shot or a multi-chapter, your choice). Whether YN transmigrates to a game or a novel (not as a villain but maybe as a cannon fodder side character that has little importance to the story and just wants to lay low) but YN captures the attention of the love interest(s) and shit starts getting weird, intense, uncomfortable. Maybe it causes the supposed female lead to turn into the villain, maybe it causes the love interest(s) to turn into the villain(s). Maybe YN realizes that something is wrong with the story/game but can't figure it out. Idk. Time period doesn't matter. Modern. Ancient. Fairytale. Fantasy. Whatever.

If you can do this great! If you can't or don't want to, that's okay too. You're an amazing writer with so much talent and I'm really appreciative of all your work. Thank you for taking requests from your fans, I'm sure you've received a lot.

Take care! 😘💜💜💜

at the start of the pandemic, I was getting back into manga and manhwa and then after a few months, I dawdled off but recently, I’ve been getting back into it again haha so this request came at a pretty good time. Hopefully you won’t mind that I’ve taken some creative liberties with this request lol I think it’s more fun if I keep readers on their toes, including the requester.

On another note, I really shouldn’t be writing all my isekai’s with Taehyung as the main lead but he’s just so fitting asdfghjkl

↳ The Fox Bride

2.6k || 99% Light Fluff, 1% Angst || Kim Taehyung || Isekai!AU, Slight Yandere!AU, Nine-Tailed Fox!Taehyung

You are a tutorial character.

But you weren’t always. You still remember being a career woman in the twenty-first century, struggling with overtime and paying bills while trying to keep yourself fed. The success of that ranged from month to month. But more importantly, you still remember that night too.

It was rainy. Your car blew a flat tire. You pulled to the side of the highway and got out.

The last thing that registered was the deafening honk of the semi-truck. 

Then you felt yourself flying upwards.

But when you landed, instead of colliding with the concrete and dying upon impact, you fell back onto your ass in the middle of a market on a dirt road. Transported back a thousand years ago.

Your purpose was fulfilled in the next two minutes. 

“Are you alright?”

The male protagonist had stretched out his hand and helped you up. The hero. The main character. It was obvious with his bright red hair, shining eyes and bronze armour. He was so starkly different from the rest who were gray and drab, including you who was suddenly in a brown shapeless dress. He was practically a neon billboard in the middle of a graveyard.

“Are you Y/N?”

You looked at him, befuddled that he knew your name. But before you could even respond or provide a line of dialogue, he said, “This is a delivery from Baker Jeon. He gives you his thanks.”

The protagonists handed you a loaf of bread. Undoubtedly his first ever quest. 

You looked down, not sure what to do with it.

“Do you know where the blacksmith is?”

You had absolutely no clue. But there was the deafening noise of hammering steel literally ten steps away. You would have to be blind not to see the gruff man shaping a sword at an anvil right on the road and deaf not to hear it. As if that wasn’t enough, the literal sign of the shop read: ‘the blacksmith’.

So you pointed.

“Thanks.” And he trudged off.

You were utterly confused until a background character who said they knew you waved you over. You shared your bread with her, brushed aside when she asked you what was wrong, and you followed her as she walked up to your supposed cottage.

All the while, you saw yourself in the background of the hero’s main quest as he ran through the town.

And that was that.

It wasn’t so hard to figure out where you were or what the hell this was when you put your mind to it. Without much of a job or a family, and no technology but the candle that you had to conserve when night fell, there was ample time.

So you spent it thinking and you eventually solved the mystery.

You were in Beast Boys Harem: A Forbidden Embrace. AKA. a dumb yaoi otome game app that you downloaded on your phone when you were sixteen and bored. You remember because you were too cheap to buy the routes, so you played the tutorial, prologue and read the summaries of the routes online. Now you regret that you didn’t just fork over the goddamn five dollars. 

Even more than that, you regret that you even downloaded the game in the first place.

But at least you’re just a tutorial character. You’re free from the storyline and the plot—

That’s what you thought.

Turns out living a thousand years in the past in a fantasy realm as a woman didn’t bode well. It was probably no different from how it would’ve been like in the medieval ages. You had no trade skills. No one was willing to accept you as an apprentice when you were a woman. You found that you were essentially illiterate with a reading level of a preschooler, no one was willing to teach you, and you had no power or wealth when you were without a father or a husband.

And you’re certain what the landlord and tax-collectors are doing is illegal.

But in this world, in this unjust realm, there is no such thing as the law.

“We know you’re in there!”

You jolt from the heavy pounding on the frail wooden door.

“It’s time to pay up!”

Your hands tremble as you set the candle down that’s still billowing of smoke, the flame smothered out mere seconds ago. As much as you want to hide and pull the blanket over your head, you know that door won’t last. They’ll find you if you’re trapped in here.

“If you can’t, spread those legs of yours!” a low voice spits and there’s chortling from the men.

Someone adds, “Sell your body already!” 

“Open up! Damn whore!”

Without a single possession but the white nightgown clad on your body, you open the latch of the back window. You cringe at the squeak, trying to keep your movements quiet before the door gives way.

You hoist yourself up onto the window ledge. The door bends with the strength of multiple clenched fists against it. Your feet touch the soft grass outside your cottage. The men shout.

And the door finally slams against the wall, hinges broken. 

But by then, you’ve slipped into the shadows.

“Where is she?!”

The blanket is ripped off the bed, curtains are whipped back, every drawer dumped onto the ground and cupboards yanked open. The floor shakes with the weight of their boots and you press your palm to your mouth to silence your panting breaths, slowly stepping away.

“That damn whore slipped through us—!”

But as your shitty luck would have it, a sudden crack has the whole world coming to a standstill.

Shit. You look down at your feet, realizing that the snapping noise came from you stepping on a twig. And it’s exposed your hiding place.

“There she is!” — “Out the back window!”

You grab fistfuls of your dress and bolt. 

“Get her!”

With your cottage on the edge of town, there’s nowhere to run but through the dense woods. It’s shrouded in the darkness, no doubt filled with wild beasts creeping through the thicket. The rustling canopy of the trees doesn’t allow the dim, waning moonlight to illuminate your path.

So you’re left blind. Struggling up the high incline of the forest, feet slipping on dirt and mud. But you keep sprinting with all your might, even when the pointed, coiling branches scrape at your calves until blood sheds and the hem of your dress tears in the underbrush.

“Run, little rabbit!” one of them mocks, “Run!”

The four men continue to give chase, gripping onto their roaring torches, shrieking and howling after you. One of them is manically laughing as if your efforts to flee only adds to the thrill. Their greased hands reach out to snatch you, but the tips of their fingers graze the ends of your hair.

Your teeth are sunk into the bottom of your lip, sobs breaking through your aching chest. Your lungs burn, dying for a break or moment of relief. But you don’t relent and luckily, you manage to build distance between you and the men. Only, that luck comes crashing down by a fucking hole.

A hole in the forest floor that you don’t see. That has your footing all wrong. That makes you scream and fall.

You twist your ankle in a direction it’s definitely not supposed to be in and cry from pain. 

A second later, you force yourself to get up and keep running with tears flooding your eyes and dripping down your cheeks. But it’s more like limping than running, akin to hobbling on one leg and every movement has pain shooting from your swelling ankle.

The effort becomes futile. They surround you within minutes.

“All finished?” The tax-collector’s head cocks with a spreading grin. “You’re not going to keep running?”

Why couldn’t you just fucking die the first time?! Even if it was an awful death where you didn’t have time to prepare yourself or say goodbye to anyone, at least it would’ve been the end. At least you wouldn’t have to suffer.

But there’s no time to grieve. Or hate the new life you’ve been given. This is it. You have to keep going. You have to survive. By any means. You’re about to pick up a branch and uselessly wave it around at them, shout at them to stand back. Anything that you could do to save yourself—

“Who dares come onto my mountain?!”

There’s a deep timbre behind you. A husky voice that quivers the very core of the forest.

As if the wind has swept through, the trees and thicket rustle and it goes silent.

The men fall back onto their asses, some torches clattering to the ground. Their eyes have grown double in size, nearly falling from their sockets and their jaws have dropped to the dirt.

“I-It’s the nine-tailed fox!”

The man scrambles back.

“Demon!” 

Another barely manages to get onto his feet. He turns around and lurches away while shrieking.

They all run. Scattering away as frantically as cockroaches when the light is flickered on.

From your spot on the ground, you turn around with wide eyes. 

Amber irises meet your gawking and they practically glow in the darkness of the forest. He is dressed in a loose, white robe that’s draped over his frame, open to the middle of his chest. And over his honey hair, on the top of his head, his pointed golden ears twitch. By the torch fire still yet to die out, he is illuminated and his shadow is casted on the ground. The blazing flame warms his cold, sharp features. 

He is the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. In both worlds you’ve lived in.

And you know who he is.

Taehyung. One of the love interests of the hero. A seductive, sly creature that eventually coaxes the hero into selling him his soul to grant one of his wishes. But Taehyung grows to become an obsessed character that wants to do nothing but monopolize and possess the hero for himself.

That same Taehyung approaches you with his lip curled as you teeter to your feet.

“Run away, girl.” He leans close. “Before I eat you.”

“Stop!” 

On sheer instinct and adrenaline, you push him back. Your palm shoves against his firm chest.

Taehyung stumbles back with his eyes becoming rounded. He looks down to where you had made contact against his body. “Did...you just touch me?”

“What?”

Taehyung’s head darts upwards and he captures your wrist in his hand, squeezing tightly. He tugs you in and on your swollen ankle, you stumble into him. Bodies flush against one another. Your face pressed to his warm chest. His arm coming around your waist to break your fall.

He is aghast. 

“You’re not from this world.” Taehyung’s yellow eyes swirl as they gaze into you. “Where did you come from?”

…

It’s been three days.

“Wed me,” he begs for the seventy sixth time. 

You don’t know why you’re keeping a count.

“No.”

You’re hugging your knees for warmth. The rice paper-paneled doors are slid open and letting in the chilly air. He doesn’t seem to be affected by the cold, but you don’t look at him for long. 

You turn into the corner of his home while sitting on the tatami floors as if you’re putting yourself into time out. But you’d like to say it’s your privacy corner. It’s as private as this abode, which was basically one room, could get. 

Taehyung sighs in frustration, placing his hand on his forehead. His teeth grit. “You’re only making this harder for yourself.” Your silence angers him more. “You can never leave.”

You turn over your shoulder to glare. “Even if I married you, you’d never let me leave anyway.”

Taehyung narrows his eyes on you and then smirks. “You’re right. Wed or unwed, I won’t let you out of my sight. You should feel grateful, girl. You’re the best human I’ve ever treated.”

You quietly scoff.

Maybe you should feel scared. Maybe you should tread more lightly. After all, he’s not a character to be trifled with.

But you know he needs you. That alone gives you power. 

As a beast, Taehyung’s been trapped on this mountain by priests for centuries. The only way he can be free is by feeding off of sexual energy and breaking the barrier. But of course, they also cursed him to be unable to touch any woman in this universe. 

You aren’t from this universe.

You jolt when you realize that while you were lost in thought, Taehyung’s crawled closer. He has a foxy smile, amber eyes searching your expression. “Maybe….maybe I’ll grant you a bit of freedom if you would just give into the temptation and let me have a taste of you.”

As cold as he looks, he is beautiful. He is mischievous when he smirks and sly when he speaks. You are utterly spellbound as you look into his irises. And the temptation he speaks of flickers in the warmth of your belly.

But you turn away.

“I already said we only do that kind of thing after marriage. And I will only marry someone I love.”

Taehyung draws back with an unamused scoff. “What a prudish world you’re from.”

He wanted you the moment you were brought to this house. With the intensity of his stare and your captivated state, you had let him pin you to his floor and you liked it. But then clarity came and you blurted that such an act only happens after marriage. A lie just to buy time.

You didn’t expect for the hero to arrive at Taehyung’s house the next day. With his red hair and bronze armour, he had gotten lost in the forest and knocked on the door. Before you could limp over and answer it, Taehyung jumped off the roof and confronted him.

The guy was thrown off the mountain within five minutes.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. They were supposed to have a steamy rendezvous. Taehyung was supposed to get the sexual energy from him! 

The story was going off the rails. And you’re not sure what you’re even buying time for anymore.

The both of you know it’s only a matter of time before you break and succumb to his mesmerizing seduction.

Taehyung is cruel, ruthless, obsessive.

But what’s the most bewitching thing about him is the jarring contrast of when he’s clumsy and nurturing. It’s what he regards as his own weakness. What he hides from others. But you felt your heart waver two nights ago when you were shaken awake in the middle of twilight. When you peeked open your eye to see him gingerly wrapping your swollen ankle with bandages.

He looked beautiful in the pale moonlight, ears, tails, sharp features softened—

“Ow!” You wince as he squeezes your ankle, right on your injury.

“You think too much in your head,” he says and looks at you. “What’s wrong?”

“It hurts.”

A sadistic smile tugs on Taehyung’s lips. He lets go, but only to lift your chin with his fingers. His plush lips are inches away, his breath warm on your skin and he gazes deep into you. “I won’t let you return to your world. I won’t let you run away. I won’t let anyone harm you.”

“You’re mine now.” Taehyung swears, “You’ll fall in love with me eventually.”

You gulp and he smirks.

The two of you know it’s only a matter of time.

[silhouetteofacedar]

Fox Mulder, Closet Romantic Ch. 6: The Slowest Cooker

Previous Chapter - AO3 - MSR, rated E

It’s Friday, April 17th, and they’re eating lunch in the Hoover building’s cafeteria. They eat lunch together almost every day now, Mulder realizes. They’re practically joined at the hip.

Except in the fun way.

Today is different, though. Because today she invites him over for dinner.

Scully’s devouring a caesar salad, and Mulder’s heart is warmed by the evidence of her returning appetite. Five months ago, she was dying of cancer, and now she’s here stealing the occasional potato chip from the bag he got from the vending machine. He doesn’t mind; she could take his entire sandwich from him right now, and he’d happily watch her eat it.

“Do you want to come over for dinner tomorrow?” she asks, covering her mouth with her hand as she chews. “My mother got me a crockpot for my birthday and I’m thinking of giving it a test drive.”

His heart leaps, and he wants to shout yes, but instead he asks “What about Mark?”

She gives him one of her patented Scully looks. “I’m allowed to have friends, Mulder. And I still owe you for going to the bar with me that one time, remember?” She takes another bite of salad. “Also, he’s working.”

“Ah,” Mulder says knowingly. “Sure; what’s on the menu?”

“Pork roast,” she replies. “My mom’s recipe. The leftovers make great pulled-pork sandwiches.”

“Anything you’d like me to bring?”

Scully shrugs. “Red wine would go nicely, but I’ll be testing you at the door to make sure you’re not Eddie Van Blundht,” she says dryly.

“You gonna check me for evidence of a tail, Scully?” he says in a low tone, leaning in so they’re not overheard.

“Keep that up and I’m rescinding my invite and keeping all the leftovers to myself,” she replies, picking a wilted bit of romaine out of her salad.

It’s not a date, he reminds himself. Just friends sharing dinner.

Regardless, he takes a shower and puts on one of his nicer sweaters before heading to her place.

He knocks on her door at 6:30 sharp, a bottle of Pinot Noir in hand. His palm is a little sweaty, and he grips the wine tightly to avoid dropping it.

“It’s open,” he hears her call out.

He opens the door and is hit by the savory aroma of meat and herbs. His mouth waters instantly. When he turns and sees her in the kitchen, it waters for a different reason entirely.

Scully’s reaching into the cupboard above the sink, her soft green sweater riding up to expose a ribbon of creamy skin. He wants to wrap his arms around her waist, kiss her neck, tell her to forget dinner because he’s got something else on his mind.

Instead he just says “Hey”.

“Hi,” she greets him, bringing down two salad plates and setting them on the table. “Do you want to hear the good news first or the bad?”

Mulder blinks. “Uh,” he says brilliantly. That goddamn little sweater-

“The good news is that I’ve had the crockpot running for about six hours, and nothing’s caught fire,” she says, leaning against the countertop.

He nods. “And the bad news is…”

“I started the roast at almost half noon,” Scully admits. “I had to go to the grocery store first and that took longer than expected. So the meat won’t be done until eight-thirty.”

“That’s fine,” Mulder says, hoping his stomach doesn’t rumble loudly enough for her to hear. “Oh, and I brought Pinot Noir,” he says, reading the label.

---

They eat the salad she prepared; it’s spinach and apple with vinaigrette, and Mulder has to admit it’s pretty tasty.

“You’re a good hostess, Scully,” Mulder says as she pours him a glass of Prosecco. “Maggie should be proud.”

“Please note the size of crockpot she gifted me,” Scully replies, gesturing to the slow-cooker on the counter. “She fully intends for me to feed a crowd, not just you. I have a long way to go.” She sits across from him and takes a sip of her wine. “But this is a start.”

“Can I make a confession?” he asks.

Scully nods.

“I… I don’t drink much wine. So I have no idea if the one I brought is any good. I told the store clerk I was having pork for dinner and he recommended that one,” Mulder says, cocking his head toward the bottle on the counter.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Scully assures him. “I’m not a wine snob by any means. I’m kind of surprised you’re not one, actually, considering your background.”

Mulder shrugs. “I don’t drink much, aside from the occasional beer. But this is good,” he says, lifting his glass.

———

The Prosecco is… very good.

“How long until the meat’s done?” Mulder asks, resting his head on his hand.

“Half hour,” Scully replies, downing the last sip of her wine. “I’m sorry, Mulder. Do you want some cheese and crackers to tide you over?”

“M’good,” he says lazily, stifling a burp. He’s feeling warm and soft inside, and the wine’s put him in a charitable mood. “How are things with Mark?”

“Things are good… things are fine,” Scully says, then sighs. “He’s… god, he’s so nice.”

“Nice is good, right?” Mulder asks, toying with his empty wine glass. “People like nice.”

Scully narrows her eyes at him. “Are you feeling okay, Mulder?”

“We’re not talking about me,” he says, slumping in his chair and stretching his long legs out under the table. “We’re talking about Mark. Mark Eidolanterns.”

“Einolander,” Scully corrects him. “And yes, nice is good, generally,” she continues. “But sometimes I wish he weren’t so nice. I don’t know,” she says, exhaling. “I need more wine if I’m going to talk about this,” she says with a huff of laughter.

“Hey, we got it,” Mulder says. “Dinner’s almost ready anyway. Let’s try the mystery Pinot I brought.”

---

The pot roast is done cooking and they’re definitely a little drunk.

“Whew… I’m feeling this,” Mulder says, holding the bottle up too close to his face as he attempts to read the label. “It’s been so long, I forgot that wine does this to me.”

“Higher alcohol content,” Scully says. “And you’re a lightweight.”

“That your medical opinion, Dr. Scully?” he asks.

“Yes,” she mumbles, slicing a piece off of the roast and dumping it unceremoniously onto his plate. “Tada,” she says, pushing it across the table to him. “Meat.”

“I can see that,” he remarks. He takes another sip of wine. “Wine’s good,” he assures her, even though she’s already on her second glass of the red.

“Can’t say the same for the roast,” she admits, chewing. “I skimped on the salt and in hindsight that was a bad idea.”

Mulder shovels a piece into his mouth. “Tastes good to me,” he assures her. “But I’ve only had wine and salad since lunchtime so at this point I’d eat anything. I’d eat you,” he adds, pointing his fork in her direction.

“Pass that idea along to Mark,” she sighs, then covers her mouth. “I didn’t say that,” she says, face red.

“You did,” Mulder crows, too tipsy to feel jealous. “You did and I heard you.” He takes another draw from his glass. “The store guy was right, this is good with pork.”

“You’re going to have an incredible hangover tomorrow,” Scully says, chewing meditatively. “Wine’s a bitch.”

“You should swear more,” Mulder says. “It’s endearing.”

Scully shakes her head. “I can’t believe how drunk you are,” she says, almost fondly.

“I’m not that drunk,” he insists. Just in love with you.

Scully smiles. “No sober man has ever said that.”

---

“There’s no spark,” she blurts out.

They’d taken the rest of of the wine to the couch and are slumped on opposite ends, goblets in hand.

“No spark?” Mulder echoes. It was an admission he wasn’t expecting. He angles his body towards hers, careful not to spill his glass.

“With Mark. I like him, I really do. He’s kind, intelligent, a devoted father, and quite attractive; and yet…” She gestures loosely to her body with the hand not holding her wine. “Nothing.” She takes another sip. “I can’t shake the idea that I should be feeling more. And the fact that he hasn’t kissed me yet... I understand wanting to move slowly and let things grow with time, but not even a single kiss?”

“Th-that did strike me as odd,” Mulder stumbles. “You have nice lips.”

“I do,” Scully agrees, seemingly unfazed by the comment. “I should be kissed.” She drains her glass and holds it out to him.

Mulder pours out the last of the bottle into her glass. “Maybe if… maybe if you kissed, you’d find the spark.”

Scully shakes her head. “No. No, it does’t work that way. At least not for me. I don’t want to force chemistry that’s not there,” she explains. “It should come naturally, feel like it does with-”

Mulder waits expectantly for her to finish her sentence. “With?” he prompts.

Her face is flushed with wine, and she licks her lips. “Mulder, tell me honestly; do you think I’m settling?”

The room suddenly feels too warm, and he takes a nervous gulp of wine that does nothing to calm his body. “Scully, I- I’m the wrong person to ask.”

“You’re my closest friend,” she says softly, eyes cast downward. “Who else would I ask?”

She has a point. “Your mother-” he begins.

“She set me up with him in the first place,” Scully reminds him. “Clearly she’d be no help.”

“What do you want, Scully? If you’re honest with yourself.” He raises his glass. “In vino veritas, or whatever,” he says, taking another drink.

“I don’t know,” she says. “I always do this. I find a man I want to impress or gain the approval of, then resent the authority I let them have over me. This cycle of… of compliance and defiance is exhausting.”

He can tell she’s tipsy, and yet at the same time she’s strangely lucid. He’s never gotten to experience this particular kind of vulnerability with her before, and it gives him a thrill. He can feel the warmth of her body permeating him from across the sofa, her bright hair like a wood stove fire on a winter night. He wants to wrap her entire body around him like a blanket and have a long sleep.

“Yup, I’m drunk,” he declares, and throws back the last of his glass.

[cozycryptidcorner]

Monster Match #4

A very Special thank you to a user who wishes to remain anonymous!

I am an extroverted dumbass who means well but fucks up and gets misunderstood a lot. I have no attention span and love talking about all sorts of topics, especially theorizing about the human nature. I paint and write, but I can only do one of the two during a period of time. My emotional intelligence is quite... underworked, although that has improved, at least internally. I still try to do my best caring for those I love. Anxiety and I have been best buddies for 10 years now but I cope by being a control freak

You’ve been matched with a Kitsune! Your kitsune has a multitude of forms they like to take, man, woman, fox, and they’re even able to impersonate someone for a short amount of time. People who don’t know them well are easy to fool, but they’re eyes always stay the same, distinct, soft lavender even when they’re trying to appear as someone else. Sunglasses are their favorite workaround, but now you need to yank people’s sunglasses off before talking to them just to make sure you’re not about to get duped.

Not that they’re mean-spirited, just thrifty. The pranks are mostly harmless and aimed at people well deserving, but sometimes it’s also for… trick or treating three or four times along the same street. Returning to the buffet for the thirtieth time but in a different shape so people don’t judge them. Getting a free spa treatment because they thought it would be funny to look like Lady Gaga in a shopping center for twenty minutes. Most of their shenanigans are innocent... however; after the whole issue of them looking like Russian leader Vladimer Putin, almost causing an international incident (one you dub the Great Putin Hot Dog Debacle), and spurning about fifty-five new strains of conspiracy nutjobs, they’ve stopped.

Well, not stopped, but become more… cautious, about who they shift into and when they do so. Even though the Great Putin Hot Dog Debacle was actually fucking hilarious, thank you very much, nuclear warfare would ruin their chances of having fun in the near future… so they refrain from taking the shape of world leaders. All in good fun, no harm and no foul.

Their natural fox form is rather larger than an actual fox. Instead, it reminds you of those dogs bred for hunting bears, mixed with a touch of mountain lion. Large, lithe, every movement and twitch brings the threatening danger of a predator, even though they would never actually maim or harm anyone. Their rusty orange fur looks sleek, though their three tails are literally the fluffiest things you have ever seen. So soft, you can sit with their head on your lap and pet their body for hours, tv on in the background.

In their human form, they’re just as cuddly, though not as fluffy. Like their fox form, they’re tall, slim, and quick, fingers nimble and eyes sly. They’re graceful as a ballerina, fast on their feet with every movement purposeful. You don’t think they’ve ever stumbled, they’re seemingly able to dodge oncoming obstacles as though they had a premonition. They have their wits and depend on their smooth talking skills to get in and out of trouble. And, well, they don’t usually mean to cause trouble. Trouble is just something that happens to them.. Bad luck. But they’re well versed in outwitting and escaping, so it’s all good.

They live in the woods, lurking in and out of the trees. Rumor has it that the land surrounding the nature reserve is haunted, and you suppose that in a way, they are. It’s just your kitsune, though, keeping unwanted hikers off their lawn with off-putting noises and animal calls. People think that some kind of ghostly mythical creature haunts the trees, and they’re right about that. You pointed to a certain sketch someone made once of the theoretical beast, a scraggly thing, all angles and curves and so many teeth you could spend hours counting.

The Hairy Beast of the Woodland is what people are calling them and they are Not Pleased by it. You have taken to calling them that whenever you want to tease or really catch their attention.

They’re vain, not so much that it’s detrimental or distracting, but enough so that the human interpretation of them is a direct affront. You find it funny, watching their brain explode out of their ears while processing the drawing. Even though they tend to be in their human form around you, their ears and tails have a habit of popping up during times of strong emotion. And there is so much strong emotion here, their eyes furrowed and mouth in a pout. Your kitsune was not amused.

“I do not look like that,” they say, another tail poofing into existence.

“You could if you wanted to,” you try to offer.

They look even more devastated. “I would never.”

“Because you have ‘standards,’” you say, all to tease, “such high standards that you wouldn’t go dumpster diving behind that resort and then get caught by the staff.”

“I was looking for jewelry!” Their third tail pops out from behind them, their face blushing with embarrassment and frustration, lamenting the horrid nature of their own accidental local mythos.

Meeting you was an accident, but not a bad one. Unexpected for both parties, yes, but not unwelcome. You were wandering through the forest by yourself, and they were looking to steal some candy bars out from your backpack. You just managed to turn around at the exact correct time to see a pale hand tugging at your zipper, the rest of their body perfectly obscured in a bush.

Of course you didn’t think they were a kitsune at first, rather, you assumed they were some batshit cokehead sobering up naked in the middle of the forest. So what else you were supposed to do but offer up an energy drink and candy to help them along? Turns out that earned you a favor of some kind, and the next time you muttered a wish out loud, they popped out of a nearby dumpster and snapped their fingers.

Boom. Bang.

But that didn’t stop them from coming around corners or bugging you again. Kitsune’s imprint on people, sort of like picking a very special person to subtly bully for the rest of their respective life, and you’re so very funny to torment when you’re not putting them in place. Or maybe they secretly like it when you turn everything around on them, but are just far too proud to admit it.

[peachyteez]

angel nurse ≫ EPILOGUE.

this fox hybrid was brought into the recovery facility covered in scratches, whip marks, blood, and every other injury you could imagine. due to this, yeosang has trouble trusting humans, as he was afraid they could just hurt him all over again. until he meets jiyu, his “angel nurse”.

PART OF THE HEAVEN SERIES.

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back。​

“did yeosang order chicken again?” seonghwa asked, coming back to the living room carrying not one, but two takeout bags from a chicken restaurant.

jiyu sheepishly chuckled as she shuffled over to the wolf hybrid and took the bags from him. “actually, it was me and yeosang,” she admitted. “but fear not! we bought enough for everyone.”

“only because jiyu insisted on it,” yeosang sarcastically retorted, earning him a playful smack on the arm from her. 

to say that yeosang turned out very different from the shy, closed off fox hybrid they were used to seeing was an understatement. when he warmed up to you, it was like he was a different person. he was someone full of sarcastic remarks, full of mischief, and full of love for hehetmon (and the other five).

“are you sure you’re the same yeosang we knew from a few weeks ago?” hongjoong teased from the couch. “he used to be so quiet and kind of tense around us.”

the first week was full of yeosang trying to adjust to his new environment, and following jiyu around wherever she went. he would talk to the others, but with caution and hesitance. it wasn’t until one night when they all had fried chicken for dinner did yeosang finally start to relax and slowly open up to them. and that’s also where they discovered the fox’s love for chicken. 

they even started finding various drawings of hehetmon plastered on the fridge and around the penthouse after. which they all found too adorable to remove, so they kept them around.

“yay, chicken!” yunho cheered, disregarding yeosang’s little jab. he ran over to jiyu and sniffed the bags, his eyes sparkling at the delicious smell. the smell piqued mingi’s interest and he came shuffling after yunho.

jiyu chuckled. “okay, lets’s set this up on the dining table then, yes?” she coaxed the puppy and bunny hybrid to the dining table. it was an amusing sight; five hybrids following after jiyu at the scent of the food. they were like chicks following their mother for food. 

once they set the table and laid out the chicken boxes (it took a while longer than expected since they all kept trying to secretly eat some beforehand), they all took their seats, prepared to eat. the table was filled with sounds of laughter, sounds of someone groaning since their chicken piece was already taken from the box, but most importantly, everyone sounded happy. 

eating with other people was a foreign concept to all of them. jiyu always ate alone from what she remembered, only the maids standing by the door at her beck and call to be considered “company”. for the others...it was quite obvious that their backgrounds didn’t involve something as warm as dinners together. 

but for yeosang, it was moments where they were together that he cherished the most. after all, it was this certain group of hybrids (and human) that allowed him to trust in himself and humans again. jiyu had pried the bars around his mind and heart apart enough to let her words sink through. to spend moments like this; laughing, talking, and eating with others was a scene that he would’ve scoffed at a while back. but who knew it was such a warm and fuzzy experience?

“yeosang, hurry and eat before there’s nothing left,” jiyu chuckled, snapping him out of his thoughts. 

“i saved a drumstick for him,” mingi said, slightly puffing his chest out proudly. while he and yeosang were the two most awkward people together, they still did nice deeds for each other here and there. 

jiyu reached over and ruffled the bunny’s hair. “what a nice bunny you are,” she cooed, making mingi giggle. taking the drumstick mingi pointed to, she placed it in front of yeosang. “go on, eat it before one of them steal it,” she teased. 

"psh, as if i’d let them,” yeosang playfully retorted before starting to eat. 

jiyu looked around with amusement. the little hybrid family was slowly growing, and she wasn’t complaining. maybe she would’ve had doubts a few months ago, but she learned to live in the present; enjoy life day-by-day rather than worrying about her future. she knew she’d have to tell them everything eventually, but there was never a right time for her to. how would they react? would they still treat her the same? would they be mad?

“ah, that’s right...tomorrow,” jiyu mumbled to herself as she remembered something important yuta had informed her earlier in the day.

“what you you mean it’s tomorrow?” jiyu deadpanned.

“exactly what it means,” yuta responded. “your father scheduled a meet up between you and sunwoo for tomorrow. he was probably going to let you know tonight or tomorrow since he knows you won’t be able to back out by then.”

jiyu sighed, feeling a headache coming on. by “meet up”, she knew her father meant for them to go on a date to get to know the other better since they were considered fiances by that point, whether they liked it or not. 

“do you want me to tail you both to mess it up?” yuta teasingly asked, trying to lift her mood. it worked since he heard her chuckle on the other end of the phone. 

“it’s fine, thanks yuta. i can handle him myself if he tries something funny.”

“ah, yes. you took taekwondo as a child,” yuta remembered, sweat-dropping when he remembered the one time jiyu had mistook him for a robber and had kicked him into the next week.

“but,” she said, catching yuta’s attention again, “thanks for looking out for me, yuta,” she sincerely said. if she didn’t have yuta to warn her of her father’s activities, she didn’t know how she’d manage to prepare for them, considering how her father loved to either tell her things at the very last minute, or just not tell her at all. 

“of course, ji. i need to go now before your father wonders where i’m at. let me know if you reconsider my offer about tomorrow!” he teased before hanging up. 

“jiyu? earth to jiyu!” coming back to reality, she noticed everyone looking at her. 

“you mentioned tomorrow, but then stared out into space like an idiot,” yeosang explained, causing the others to sweat-drop at his choice of words.

“so what’s happening tomorrow?” mingi asked, tilting his head to the side in curiosity. 

“ah...i meant to tell you guys that i might be out tomorrow. i’m meeting a friend i haven’t seen in a while,” she said, slightly twisting the story. she’ll tell them another time. 

“the whole day?” seonghwa asked.

“hm...maybe just half the day. i’ll definitely be back by dinner,” she reassured. “i’ll leave some money if you guys order takeout tomorrow. which you might be since we’re almost out of food in the fridge,” she made a mental note to go grocery shopping after her meet up with sunwoo. 

“can we go out?” yunho hesitantly asked. hybrids going out and about without their owners wasn’t an uncommon sight, but for them, it was an iffy option since some of them were afraid of running into their old owners. 

“you can if you want,” jiyu said. “but remember your collars. i hate them as much as you guys do, but there’s nothing we can do about that...”

they all nodded. 

“well, don’t worry about us!” yunho reassured, “just have fun with your friend tomorrow!”

seeing everyone agree with yunho, she softly smiled. “alright, i will,” she said, feeling a small bud of guilt grow in her heart. if only they knew...

deciding to push those feelings aside, she continued eating and talking with her five fluff balls. they spent the rest of the night talking, laughing, and enjoying each others’ presence. 

but unbeknownst to them, a certain cat hybrid was perched on the roof by the balcony, listening to their sounds of laughter, feeling his heart ache at the sound.

✧ note: and that wraps up for yeosang! hehe sunwoo made his way into this series, too. and i’m sure y’all can guess who’s next on the list :))

also can you believe the series is now halfway completed? 🥺

[willowaudreykeyes]

I’m Afraid, Your Cute And We’re Both Stuck; Let’s Cuddle

@surohsopsisofclouds asked for (red 11) Wings and (purple 12) Spirits from here and I took the ‘spirits’ prompt and just made it into a Haunted House/fears thing and I hope that’s alright

@sparrowofsong​ @5am-the-foxing-hour​ @ladyedwina​

Pairings:  Romantic Intrulogical, Background Romantic Roceit, Background QPR Patmile

Warnings: Swearing, wings, collapsing structure, claustrophobia (fear of tight spaces), mentions of thalassophobia (fear of the ocean), fluffiness, my fear that Remus isn’t in character by the end of this

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Remus

Two stories tall, with dull brick walls and the occasional broken window. A stereotypical haunted house; recommended by Patton of course. If Virgil recommended one, it’d have reviews about a real ghost that made the rooms go cold and maybe a fork being thrown across the room. This place reeks of machinery and fake, money-grabbing tourism.

I glance up at the sound of wings, not fully turning towards it as I’d know my brother and best friend's wings anywhere. Roman has those huge angel wings that everyone swoons over because of their power and fluffiness; while Jan-Jan has awesome looking yellow-green scaled ones that he’s still self-conscious over since they’re often stereotyped to be with ‘evil’ people. 

So now I’m surrounded by winged-ones. Patton’s Puffin wings press tightly against his back as the sound of shattering glass, that’s been happening every five minutes on the dot, while Virgil’s huge Wedge-Tail Eagle wings fluff up despite knowing that it was going to happen again. At least Roman and Janus didn’t react as much, despite it being a shock to them

“You two are being fucking pussies.”

“Language, Em! And the shattering sound is scary… I can’t help it.” Patton should have brought his life-partner with him as it’d be more fun with more people. I guess after the last haunted house that we took Emile to, he wanted to be able to actually sleep this October.

“We’ll go inside soon, Pat. Is Logan here yet?” Oh yeah, that guy that I’m supposed to be meeting. Forgot about him. Virgil and Roman made him sound so boring, but they also made Remy sound boring before I met the guy while he was dealing with caffeine withdrawal. 

My foot sends a small stone flying as Virgil checks his phone; tsk-ing quietly as he starts typing. “He’s inside already. In the upstairs piano room.”

“I thought we were gonna meet him out here?” Oh my god; I’m going to die from boredom and haunt this place for real if I stand out here any longer. So I grab my jacket from the ground, throw it on and quickly slip between the fence bars instead of grabbing a ticket. No one’s watching anyway.

“I don’t care! I’m going in- Bye!”

“Remus! Wait up!”

Happily ignoring Roman, I slip in through an unlocked side door and fight the distant sound of doors slamming by letting my stomping echo through the house as I head upstairs. This place sucks at scares if they’re resulting in slamming doors, but I can probably piss off some employees if I can find one of their hidey holes. And finding this ‘Logan’ and messing with him would be a nice bonus.

Taking a glance into each room -and ignoring the bad jump scares of fake ghosts played by underpaid, teenage actors- I finally find the piano room Virgil mentioned with someone standing at the far end, by the window. Despite the poor lighting, I can tell that he’s wearing a dark blue polo shirt and that his dark hair has been attempted to be slicked back. Perfect posture, hands held behind his back, shoulders tense; I may even be seeing a pair of those fancy black shoes that a lot of the richer kids in the area have. 

I shake my head as I step into the room, followed by an eerie creak in the floorboards. The guy spins around and I manage to see dark eyes behind some glasses before my legs suddenly give way.

One second I see those dark eyes, then the next I’m on the floor with sore arms and a heaviness on my back. A muffled voice, sounding close but layered beneath some kind of fog, gives me the energy to push myself off my stomach and onto my knees before I’m suddenly feeling exhausted.

Those eyes are in front of me again, but this time are a whole lot closer and also no longer as difficult to see that they’re a dark blue; as if the lighting has changed. With a quick glance around, I realise that it has. Because now there’s a broken piano, some splintered wooden pillars, a floodlight that looks like it’s been forgotten about, the walls showing their insides, and a giant fucking hole in the ceiling.

“What the hell...” This guy better have some answers- there’s no way that I should have fallen through the floor. But he looks just as roughed up as me, with some sawdust and a black feather in his now unkempt hair and his tie -who wears a tie to a haunted house?- is hanging around his neck. His huge, ruffled, pitch-black wings of some corvid don’t look injured at least. 

He… didn’t have wings a moment ago.

The guy must have noticed me staring at them, as he motions behind me wordlessly as he stands and brushes himself off. Something twinges in my gut as I turn slightly, only to find myself looking at the dusty wings of a hummingbird. They’re small and rather thin looking, but covered in blues and greens and a few hints of red. They flutter as I try out the new limbs, tearing another part of my shirt in the process. But who cares? I just grew two new limbs.

I’m pulled to my feet, my vision spinning slightly and a tightness in my chest makes it a little harder to breathe. My eyes drift back to the guy in front of me who seems like he’s not as stupefied as I am at what the hell just happened. “Uh… There’s a feather in your hair.”

His eyes widen as he reaches up and runs his fingers through his hair, catching the feather along the way and taking a second to pocket it before nodding slightly. “Thank you.” I hear him taking in a sharp inhale as his wings twitch as they try to stay off the dirty floor. There’s no point as they’re covered in dust and dirt already, but he seems stubborn enough to keep trying. “As unexpected and strange as this encounter was, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Logan Crow.”

“Oh! You’re that guy I’m supposed to be meeting- Wait, your last name is ‘Crow’?” I point at the black masses on his back. “And you have those wings?” His brows dip in slightly; just enough that he looks kind of cute. I wonder what all of his other expressions look like...

“Purely coincidental. And you must be Remus Aurelian-”

Something grinds together, echoing the sounds of wood against metal and of a highly taught string snapping from the pressure. Logan’s wings move so that the joint sits higher than his head, ready to fly him away from danger; if only he actually knew how to fly.

I swallow with a dry mouth as I finally realise how small of a room that we find ourselves in. Not that the small amount of space is an issue. Nor that the room seems to be also empty, besides the useless, broken piano. “We should probably leave.”

“Agreed.” The door to the room is just a maintenance one; small enough to not draw attention to it the other side, while large enough to push through wood or something to fix these pillars. They obviously haven’t done so in a while...

It’s rusted hinges squeak with resistance until one of the screws pops out of place as I manage to push it open. But as I attempt to crawl through, a stab of pain flows up my back and shoulders as my new limbs hit the top of the door frame. I try again, wincing this time as I attempt to squeeze through until I’m dragged back inside by the leg.

“I can’t fit through that! Are you fucking kidding me?”

“If you can’t, I surely can’t either.” Even with my tiny-ass wings that may or may not be able to carry me in the future -something to worry about another time- we’re stuck in here unless we suddenly figure out how to fly. In this small room, with not even a window in it. Just four walls that seem to have gotten closer than the last time I had paid attention to them. “I’ll text message the others, see if they can get the operators of the house to help us.”

Standing up doesn’t help the irregular waves of nausea that continue to hit me, but it’s better than how hard it is to breathe when I’m sitting. “But that’s going to take ages!” Except now it’s both hard to breathe, and I feel like I’m going to throw up. And I feel light headed. And my legs don’t want to hold me up anymore. A deep growl escapes my throat as I kick the stump of the closest broken pillar, making a few extra chunks fly off of it. “Why the hell did they make half of these rooms so damn tiny!?”

I kick it again until a hand sits firmly on my shoulder. It’s weird that I already feel so much for this guy, as anyone else would get an elbow to the ribs for touching me while this nausea keeps attacking me. I move away instead, huffing a bit while also taking in a few deeper breaths. “Are… Remus, do you happen to be claustrophobic?”

“What? Fuck no.” I can almost see Janus raising his eyebrow at me; always somehow knowing when I’m lying. It’s just some stupid fear that everyone thinks that I got over years ago. I can last until someone comes to grab us. Maybe sitting down will help...

“I know that we have only just met, but I will ask if you need comforting right now. And before you say that you don’t need it; you are shaking.” The nausea fades into chills and a heavy stone in my gut as I look at my hands as the ground gets a little closer. I close my eyes, hoping that I can just imagine that I’m outside or in a huge cathedral with furniture and lots of room to run around. My hands aren’t shaking; they can’t be shaking. If Roman or Patton or Virgil- anyone knew that I would turn into this wreck just because I’m in a tiny space, I’d never hear the end of it. Being afraid isn’t… It’s not me.

A comforting warmth makes me jump, sliding me off of my pins-and-needles-filled legs. Something slides in behind me, with one hand on my waist and the other helping my wings fold before I’m pulled into a chest. Logan’s chest. When the hell did he wrap his wings around me? 

“I’m not great at this…”

“It’s cool.” I go to say ‘me either’, but instead decide to relax into him. My chest still hurts and it's still harder to breathe then what I’d like.

“You were crying.” 

“I didn’t notice.” Well fuck. What a great first impression this has been. He doesn’t sound judgemental, and he has his wings around me, so he mustn’t think too badly of me. Probably...

“Are you alright?”

I shake my head, sighing as he adjusts the both of us for a few seconds before he finally seems comfortable. “Don’t tell anyone that this happened. They uh, don’t know.” All of my usual drivel and weird flirts are weirdly vacant from my head. It’s weird since that’s the usual, but it’s not bad. I don’t think I’ve felt this comfortable since I was a kid. “The claustrophobia thing, I mean.” 

“Ah. Of course. Your secret’s safe with me.”

Logan seems shy; that’ll be fun to fuck with later. A distant scream from the haunted house brings his arm further around me, and I definitely get a smug smirk because I know that Roman didn’t get cuddles for weeks after meeting Janus. Logan may be a little awkward but holy shit, I already love this.

It's too quiet though; I can hear how bad my breathing is and it’s making me way too self conscious. “I’m gonna eat a full squid in front of Roman to cheer myself up after this.” He stifles his laugh too. Oh, he really is a shy one! And he doesn’t get grossed out easily from the sounds of it.

“They do have three hearts that could be used to help you scare him, but I’m unsure if they are also edible. It may depend on the species.” He hesitates for a moment, moving his head to look down at me, judging by how he’s moving. Roman did say that he was a nerd, but not about stuff that’s actually cool. “I do know that they use two for their gills while the third sends blood to the rest of the body.”

He stops again, this time tensing up the shoulder that I’m using as a pillow. With a huff, I reach up to pat his face before closing my eyes; getting comfortable enough to try and forget where we are. “Keep goin’, you’re nice to listen to. Got that sexy teacher voice thing going on.”

I’m exhausted, but manage a chuckle after his sputters for a moment. He starts talking once more as the hand that’s wrapped around me lightly tapping a rhythm against my side.

“Oh, uhm, alright. I myself am afraid of the ocean, as we have mapped far more of Mars then it and it confirms that over ninety percent of the world is in the dark, but it is rather fascinating to know that ninety-five percent of life on Earth comes from our Ocean’s-” I get to listen to Logan talk endlessly about cool facts, wrapped in his large wings, while being comforted about some silly fear as we sit inside of a partially collapsed room? I think I could get used to stuff like this.

[teawithshruti]

How did I keep myself sane amidst a pandemic - My thoughts on books, anime, and restaurants.

Yet another review of The Shining

A plot so well written you would want to go in room 217

Hi there! This blog comes to you from a bored 19 year old who has a knack for reading crime thrillers, watching murder documentaries, and loves watching MasterChef just to see Gordon Ramsay. LOL. And did I mention that she also happens to be a Stephen King fan, because who isn’t? So here is where I try and convince you that The Shining  is the best book ever written and how Stanley Kubrick completely butchered the screenplay, as well as why pasta is life.

Welcome to the Rockies!

The story takes place in the town of Boulder, Colorado, where our main protagonist Jack Torrance gets a job as a caretaker of the famous Overlook Hotel. Winters in Boulder are harsh, and the hotel remains closed as travel is not permitted with all the heavy snowfall. Now Jack is a recovering alcoholic with anger issues which led to him breaking his son’s arm prior to where the story begins. This made Wendy, his wife, question her marriage and the safety of their five year old son,  Danny. Danny on the other hand isn’t your average five year old who just watches cartoons and plays with toys. He is aglow with a psychic voltage, and has frequent blackouts. In the words of old Mr Hallorann, the hotel’s head chef, Danny’s a shiner. When the Torrances meet Mr Hallorann, he feels an instant connection with Danny. He warns Jack about the hotel and its sinister secrets and how the previous caretaker, Delbert Grady, killed himself and his family. But Jack is sure that this huge and lonely hotel with its splendid views is just what he needs in order to earn back his family’s trust. But going to a haunted hotel with a troubled marriage and a psychic son? Maybe not the best idea. But in his defense, Jack doesn't believe in ghosts. Little does he know that’s about to change.

Snowbound at The Overlook

The Torrance's begin settling in the Overlook. But as winter closes in and the blizzards cut them off from the outer world, the hotel seems to develop a life of its own. Meanwhile, Jack starts growing restless, craving for a friendly drink with each passing day. He also starts experiencing hallucinations, and wonders if they are withdrawal symptoms. Danny on the other hand is experiencing his own share of ghostly sightings, like the terrifying lady in the bathtub of room 217 who seems to have never checked out of the hotel. In one instance, he witnesses her climbing out of the clawfoot tub and advancing towards him with her bloated belly and dry hair as he stands frozen in fear in a blood covered presidential suite. This narrative by King with all its details is the truly the most spine tingling I’ve ever read.  Later when Danny’s parents find him in the room, a thumb in his mouth, that is when Wendy truly realizes that they are not alone in that strange big hotel. Jack goes and sees the tub for himself, but the lady from before doesn't want to greet him. Wendy, in tears, sees that both her husband and her son are being tormented by this place and begs Jack to quit the job. Danny later calms his mom down, who is weeping uncontrollably, by telling her not to worry as his daddy doesn't have the shining, so there is nothing to worry about.

Have you never heard of REDRUM?

Sure you have. Read it backwards.  Yes, you got it right. And so did Danny after seeing this word in his visions countless times. It so turns out that Danny is much stronger than he looks and after failing to possess him, The Overlook has turned to an easier target - Jack. As Jack slowly starts to lose his mind, he gives in and starts drinking again from the bar in the ballroom. His hallucinations keep getting worse to the point he actually sees Mr Grady, the previous caretaker / murderer,  and even has a talk with him. Danny sees his changing behavior and so does his wife, who just doesn't see the man she fell in love with in his cold, distant eyes anymore. With everything going on, Wendy takes Danny to their apartment in the employee wing of the hotel and locks them inside in fear of Jack, who is slowly slipping away from reality. But turns out this move from her proves to be disastrous, as Wendy keeping Jack away from his own son is the last straw for him. In one of his many hallucinations, Jack  meets his predecessor,  his buddy Mr. Grady and the two have a disturbing conversation about how fun it is to kill your wife. Yes , no one trumps King when it comes to the unique combination of horror and psychological thrillers packed into one nail-biting plot!

In other words...

The only thing I liked about the movie was Jack Nicholson’s excellent acting. Apart from that Stanley Kubrick let go of many crucial parts which were essential to the story. He eliminated the hedge sequence in the book, which was terrifying to just read. The ending was just a complete mess.  I get that you can’t exactly get all the details right of a 500 page book, but at least do justice to the ones you have chosen. Anyways I’m gonna go sulk in my room over this. Bye

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Is it too late to start Anime?

Hi there! Good to have you back! Ever since pandemic began, everyone’s been locked in their own house. So this led to me taking up a few hobbies like sketching and painting and binging on a whole lot of sitcoms.. My personal favorite is the alluring world of Anime. Several of my friends began watching it and I cannot exactly term it as peer pressure, but I did give in and start watching Anime too. And now my watchlist includes just a bunch of 2D characters with powers that even Superman himself can't fight. So this is my take on how a kryptonian can be defeated with Jutsu, as Mr Naruto would say. Lol. This one is for all the weebs out there. 

Manga and Anime are not the same!

To put it simply, manga is a Japanese term for comics and graphic novels, whereas Anime is the term for Japanese animations.. There are many similarities  between them, as they both have been created by Osama Tezuka, who is considered as the Japanese version of Walt Disney. Now have you ever seen a simple comic book? The one with black and white newspaper illustrations - like Garfield. Manga is just like that -  A book of illustrations. Now we arrive at the perennial question - Manga or Anime, which is better. Both of them are equally interesting, but I personally have a soft spot for anime. The intro theme songs, intense background music, and the beat dropping right before a big fight move, all these factors pack a punch. You don’t get that adrenaline rush from just a book.

My first anime - Demon Slayer

The story begins with the main character Tanjiro, who returns home after selling charcoal in town to find his entire family murdered by demons. Pretty intense right? His sister, Nezuko, survives but there’s a twist - she turns into a demon herself.  This makes him vow to take revenge and he sets off to train with Sakonji, who has trained many of the elite members of the Demon Slayer Corps. After many years of training and a painful exam called the final selection, Tanjiro finally becomes a demon slayer and is off on missions along with his sister, who unlike most demons doesn’t consume human flesh. On his missions he meets Zenitsu and Inosuke, who both have excellent powers of their own. My favorite story arc was when the highest ranking slayers, known as the pillars, were introduced. But my words won’t do justice to their powers they possess. So simply get your geek on by watching this short yet amazing series.

The Tale of Naruto Uzumaki

The hidden leaf village is not so hidden anymore! The series I am currently watching is one of the most popular anime from 2020 - Naruto.   The story is set around the shinobi villages and their ninjas and how Naruto Uzumaki plans on being the next Hokage [the most powerful shinobi] of the leaf village. He is trained by some of the best ninjas the village has ever seen. Before graduating from the academy, he was a hyperactive boy with lots of energy who just wanted to be the best. After graduation, he was placed in team seven, along with Sakura Haruno and Sasuke Uchiha. This team was trained by Kakashi Sensei who is known for wielding his Chidori and even the Sharingan. The sharingan, to put it simply, is a trait passed down in families. The Uchihas are known for their sharingans and hence it naturally comes to Sasuke as well. The mystery still remains unsolved as to how Kakashi got his sharingan, as he is not an Uchiha. But Naruto does have a super power as well. Not technically his powers per se,  but we can cut him some slack. After all it's not everyday you get to see a beast like the nine tailed fox sealed away in an 11 year old boy. In my opinion the story picks up Orochimaru’s entry, and it paves the way for Sasuke’s powers in the future. My favorite character has to be Sasuke Uchiha. With his effortless fighting skills and sarcastic yet cool personality, he definitely is an excellent shinobi. You have to start this show right away because once you have seen him use his fire style fireball jutsu.....the world just doesn't look the same anymore.

In other words...

My current watchlist includes Naruto Shippuden, Black Clover, One Piece, and a few other naruto spin offs. Anime was something I never thought I would like, but now as it turns out I can't get enough of it. So bye for now, if you need me I'll be at Ichiraku’s eating ramen with barbeque pork. And if you get this reference, have a bowl of ramen on me. K bye.

Home in a faraway land

Good to see you again ! Do you ever get that feeling of an intense craving for your favourite dish? Like say pasta or pizza? My favorite is pasta, but being raised in India, I can’t say no to a classic plate of butter naan and chicken tikka with a glass of buttermilk or chaas if you please. Of Course you can’t beat the taste of a home cooked meal, but let me tell you about the time I went to this amazing little Indian restaurant in Dubai with my family, and how the food there was absolutely heavenly. 

Out and About in Dubai

Skyscrapers, Sleepless nights, Gold Souks and gigantic malls - these are the visions  you'd usually get when someone mentions Dubai. Well, they're mostly right! I went there with my family about 5 years ago. We stayed at the Ramada, which was right next to the Dubai Mall.  The mall happens to be strategically placed next to the Burj Khalifa and we got lucky enough to see mesmerizing musical fountain shows night after night. The streets are spick and span, and everyone follows the traffic regulations dutifully. We also went for the desert safari, which was no less than an actual roller coaster ride. We also visited the Gold Souk, and oh boy. The name definitely fulfills its purpose, as the entire street is occupied entirely by gold stores. Huge gold ornaments are on display like clothes on hangers. I personally don’t have a thing for gold jewellery, but my mom had the time of her life there fawning and gasping over every store we came across. Shortly after our visit here, we came across this beautiful little Indian restaurant, and you can call me old school but at the end of the day, this girl needs a desi meal, because trust me room service gets boring after a while.

Peshwa - Not your typical 5 star restaurant 

Situated away from the hustle of the main city, this place still remains quite underrated. We stumbled across this hidden gem which saved us the efforts of getting back to the hotel for an overpriced lunch. As soon as we entered the restaurant, we could smell the aroma of a classic dal makhani  [ a simple gravy consisting of lentils infused with aromatic spices and hints of burnt chillies ] in the air. So we got a table and had a look at the menu and it was almost like being back home. The endless variety of gravies with paneer in almost every single one of them, to at least 6 different types of rotis, a little piece of heaven in this concrete jungle! We went ahead and ordered a simple meal of rotis and some paneer delicacy, along with dal and rice. Apart from the taste of the food, which was just heavenly, the overall ambience of the place in one word, was exquisite. The restaurant lived up to its very ethnic maharashtrian name. The food was served in those traditional style cutlery, reminding us of a simpler time.

A dish you just can’t miss 

If you have a sweet tooth like me, you definitely have to try the coconut barfi from this place. Made from desiccated coconuts, sweetened condensed milk, a finely ground cardamom, and a hint of saffron, this dish is a match made in heaven. It was freshly made and we could tell it by the intoxicating aroma of pure ghee [clarified butter]. So just for a day, give yourself a break from watching calories and try this mouth watering dish because here’s something to live for.

In other words…

The next time I’m in Dubai, the first thing I will do is find out if the restaurant is still there. And probably avoid the Gold Souk this time. I will most certainly go for the desert safari, because it’s not everyday you get defy gravity and drive through the sand dunes like in a Fast and Furious movie. Lol.  Also thanks for bearing with me throughout this blog. See ya!

[fandom-blackhole]

If there are anymore slots open could I be part of the shipping thing?🥺

I don’t care about gender 😉 and I’m gonna say either clone wars or the bucket boys+the armorer ( I think I messed up that spelling😬)

My pronouns are she/they and I’m 20!

I have should length brown hair and those weird hazel-grey-green-amber eyes. I’m 5’3” max and have an athletic/curvy-ish body type. I’m asexual but not aromantic, a Scorpio,and a Slytherin 🐍. My favorite colors are sage green, a dark navy/indigo blue, and soft grey tones. My favorite band is AJR but I lovveee listening to musicals and orchestral music as well as country( true country not that luke bryan type stuff). I’m a very open book and have no trouble collecting friends( I say collecting because I just kinda end up with them?) even though most of them are my complete opposite. I’m in college for civil and environmental engineering, and am really passionate about the environment (ESPECIALLY ANIMALS). And on the topic of animals I have sooo many, besides my service dog (Simba) I have 2 others dogs, a bunch of fish, and am know to be that girl who can pet wild squirrels and carry around wild snakes without getting bit. I also adore children of any age ( but especially younger then 8 cause they are just wild). I’m also a big sports/athletics fan, I play golf for my college but I also love volleyball and baseball as well as track. I also have a stupid amount of random knowledge about everything. My style is a equal mix of athletic clothes and earth tones and but up shirts are about half my wardrobe ( also it’s either long sleeves or no sleeves for me). I also hate wearing shoes but love wearing socks and have the WORST TAN LINES EVER. I’m the mom friend but also the fuck-around-and-find-out friend and am also known to throw pens/pencils at people when they annoy me. People say me theme song is ‘No Body No Crime’ by Taylor Swift. I have very strong opinions and a very strong sense of self, and if you piss me off I will remember it( we don’t forgive and forget in this house we RESENT AND REMEMBER). I am very organized and good at working with others( as long as they don’t step all over me). My mom calls me her little goose ( because I am not a duck that falls into line) but my friends call my little one and occasionally the angriest bumblebee. I also have a tattoo of a turtle, a bee, a fox, and the moon phases. I am also a huge plant person and have at least 12 plants in my dorm room with another 10+ at home. My current favorite plant is a burros tail succulent and my favorite flower is a moon flower. I compost and have no shame picking up dirt/rocks/flowers that look interesting. I also write songs and poetry ( that basically no one gets to see). I love movies of any kind ( some of my favs are The Spy Who Dumped Me, Captain Marvel, and Hamilton). I also love to read and honestly prefer fan-fiction to published works. I also am pretty good at cooking and really enjoy spicy food and chicken ( but I don’t eat beef). Uhhhhhhhhhh that’s kinda all of I can think of rn so i you have any more questions feel free to ask 😂. I’m gonna ship you with Rex because I think y’all would really vibe cause of the whole exasperated parent vibe ( who is totally willing to cause mischief when with the right people) and I could totally see y’all pointedly ignoring whatever chaos the others are causing and focusing on each other😍

Hello and thank you for participating in the ships! Also you did spell armorer correctly if that was what you were worried about! (I often have to go back and fix it when I type it because I usually put an extra -er on the end for some reason lol)

I ship you with Din Djarin!

Just to start I think Din would rally love and fall for you over and over just from watching you interact with Grogu. Seeing the two of you smiling or playing never fails to make him smile softly underneath his helmet. That being said though when he walks out of his ship and sees you just surround in little critters with Grogu in your lap he's not quite sure how to react, because he knows from experience that Grogu and small animals are not something that should be mixed, but watching you introduce the animals and allow him to pet them softly allows him to release the breath he had been holding and go about fixing his ship. Well until he hears you holler at Grogu for picking up a frog and trying to eat it. Din being always on the move never really considered having a pet himself so Din will adore your service dog, though you will have to keep an eye on him because he might try to spoil the dog in a way that service animals aren't supposed to be. Din will make sure to buy you the warmest and comfiest socks for when you all are in space because he notices you walk around without shoes so often. Din also marks me as someone who is disorganized as all hell, he just doesn't have time to keep everything nice, you know, so the fact that you are organized is something he appreciates sooooo much. He also appreciates that you are good at cooking because rations get old quick and he likes that you like spicy food because mandalorians canonically (I am pretty sure) like spicy foods. Din once found a little notebook of yours with your songs and poetry in it and he just melted, lovingly pouring over every word with a smile.

Omg yeeessss, I have chronic older sister syndrome and I am pretty sure Rex has chronic older brother syndrome so this totally works lmao

Also catch us sitting in the mess just making heart eyes at each other as we drink caf and in the background there’s Fives and Hardcase who have somehow caught the kitchen on fire lmao

Thank you for the ship, I love it!

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[Original Art by me]

‘Kurama-Hime’ - A wedding portrait of Mito Uzumaki, inspired by the Ukiyo-e school of Japanese art. More info & Original color version under the cut.

Ukiyo-e is a school of Japanese art that aims to capture the pleasures and wealth experienced by those of the upper-class in Japan. A major component of this art style lies within the clothing of the figures in the paintings or prints - often women who were seen as beautiful, Kabuki(performers such as Geisha), and famous actors, actresses, or courtesans. So, people seen as beautiful or stylish.

Ukiyo-e represents the final phase in the long evolution of Japanese genre painting. Drawing on earlier developments that had focused on human figures, ukiyo-e painters focused on enjoyable activities in landscape settings, shown close-up, with special attention to contemporary affairs and fashions. As artists chose subjects increasingly engaged in the delights of city life, their interest shifted to indoor activities. Article

So, this in combination with the style’s composition and the fact that, aesthetically, Ukiyo-e is one of my favorite art schools, I decided to try and emulate aspects of that concept when I created this piece. 

Obviously the muse here is Mito Uzumaki, the wife of Hashirama Senju in the animated series Naruto. My reason for drawing her is not profound, it simply stemmed from my desire to paint a Japanese-style portrait arising in conjunction with my writing the scene of Hashirama Senju and Mito Uzumaki’s wedding for a fan-fiction work I’ve created. Yep. 

This is not a traditional wedding portrait - as I said, all of these things are influences, which means that my actual painting is more a collage of styles than any one in particular. The most amount of detail went into her clothing and hair accessories. In the painting, Mito is dressed in a traditional wedding-style Furisode Kimono, distinguishable by its extremely long sleeves. In accordance with Shinto wedding tradition, rather than being a brightly-patterned kimono like what people tend to imagine, the Furisode is instead a white/pale base-color lined in a vibrant red hue. The defining, stand-out piece in the ensemble is a Maru Obi, the most formal and expensive type of Obi worn in traditional dress, which was popular for weddings during the Edo-period and Sengoku period; which corresponds to the periods at the time of and during her life before Mito Uzumaki married Hashirama Senju, respectively.  

Additionally, her hair is superfluously ornamented with various flowers and Kanzashi hair pins - they are highly detailed(the painting was drawn on a 300ppi template) and you can zoom in to see the effort I put in. The hair pieces alone took me three days of work, while the entire body, kimono, and background took around two. This is in large part due to me not using a drawing pad; I suck at them, and am too impatient to learn, so I draw everything with a mouse and keyboard. I drew each of the flowers and pins individually, using real-world stock-image counterparts as references.

Other notable imagery in the background is of course the nine tails sprouting from behind Mito - she was the first Jinchuuriki of the Nine Tailed Demon-fox, Kurama in the Naruto series. Being an Uzumaki - whose clan ensignia can be seen in all of the red swirls scattered about, such as on the fan, and the fan-shaped Kanzashi - she has the two abilities that she uses to suppress and control Kurama:  adamantine chakra-chains, which can be seen in the foreground and extend into the background, to ‘wrap around’ Mito and the Fox, thus linking them together; and the five elements seal, a fuinjutsu technique used to seal the demon inside of someone. This seal is the weird symbols that surround her head, in front of the moon. 

The Uzumaki clan hails from the Land of Whirlpools, and resides in a village on a small grouping of islands surrounded by ferocious seas. This is, obviously, characterized by all of the wave patterns, namely the one on her Obi that can be seen covering the visible back-portion of the Kimono. In my story, this Obi belonged to her late mother, a respected healer within the clan who died in service during a war. The two prominent camellia flowers - hot pink, sitting at the top center of the other flowers - are a pair of Kanzashi pins that belonged to her mother as well.  The camellia flower is said to represent different things in accordance to the color of the plant:

White camellias symbolize adoration and are given to someone who is well-liked.

Pink camellias symbolize a longing for someone and are given to someone who is missed.

Red camellias symbolize love, passion, and deep desire.

Since these particular pins represent both her mother, who is missed, and the new love she found prior to and within her union, I made them…red and pink. I also just like the gradient between red and pink, so it all works out. Last but not least, in the top-left background near the Kanji spelling of ‘Uzumaki Mito’, I drew a Double-crested Cormorant, which are representative of Nobility and Indulgence; in the manga (and in my story) her betrothed - Hashirama Senju - is the head of the Senju clan, one of the two most powerful in the land, as well as the first Hokage or village leader of Konohagakure. 

Thus concludes the ‘major’ influences in this work of fan-art that I spent five days on after being inspired by my own fanfiction.

Here is the original color version:

[staytheb]

Immortal Soulmate [1team edition]

Genre: immortal!au, soulmate!au, supernatural!au, fantasy!au, slice of life Word Count: 1,110 Summary: werecat!bc, faerie!rubin, werefox!jinwoo, vampire!jehyun, werewolf!junghoon with genderneutral!ocs

9.21.21

EDIT! due to Xen and Jehyun redebuting, i included OX in the tag due to that. maybe in the future i could add the rest of the OX members. for now i’ve just done this and to hope clear any confusion.

notes: bullet-list. five in one. a brief introduction of each immortal member as different types of otherwordly beings. also i’m not all that familiar of 1team and hope it’s good enough for y’all!! (Sol means Pine, Namoo means Tree, Yiseul means Dew, Hanbyul means One Star, and Haru means Day just an FYI on why i chose the names lol)

alright hello! the original request was something different and realized that i just couldn’t write it even if i tweaked it. so i would like to apologize to @rainbowglitteramythyst for waiting so long to read something and it wasn’t of your original request. i hope this one is good good enough even though it was an older worked titled Immortal Soulmate with different idols, but i felt that i could do something with that for the 1team boys here. also why it’s titled the same with the brackets since i really do like that title in general lol but yeah anyways, who doesn’t love some dark romance right? i honestly had a lot of fun writing this one and imagining as said immortal being. maybe one day i could actually write a fuller fic for the boys, but for now it’s just this. anyways, thanks for the request, and sorry once again for not writing it out. as for everyone else, hope y’all enjoy as this is my first gender neutral ocs as i usually write the ocs as female! kthxbai, Admin Lia~

werecat!CSH

name is Chin Sungho

appears to be in his mid-twenties, but is actually over a few centuries years old

his cat form is an abyssinian

loves being pampered while in cat form

while in cat form likes to steal the neighbors' laundry for some reason

while in human form owns two actual cats named Shy and From

can play the flute and saxophone, but has no effect on his soulmate

he's pretty laid-back, but reserved around strangers

by day he's a university student, but by night he's part of the rap underground

and how Sungho manages to be a cat in-between his beyond him

some powers includes: night vision, inaudibility, stealth tactics, and spiritual awareness

Park Sol is a normal human also in their twenties

Sol is indirectly Sungho's owner as Sol's mother was the one to adopt the apparent 'stray' cat

Sol's unaware he's is a shape-shifter and that both are unaware that they're soulmates

they both attend the same university with Sungho majoring in veterinary science and Sol's majoring in visual arts

the mother named him Bryan, but Sol calls him Rayi instead

while in cat form, Sungho adores Sol, but as a human, he's quite aloof for some reason

Sol also own two other cats, Andante and Texas, but they don't quite like Sungho in either form

faerie!LRB

name is Lee Rubin

appears to be in his mid-twenties, but is actually over a few centuries years old

half-elf, elven mother and human father

neither good or evil, neutral although a bit mischievous and playful

is wondrous, but slightly haughty

changes hair color constantly

looks human despite an ethereal glow and unnatural beauty to him

gets into a lot of arguments with the butterflies when it comes to flowers

is still learning french despite his age

can play the piano and guitar although this has no effect on his soulmate

besides elven abilities, faery magic, and ecokinesis, Rubin has large sparkly wings and can manipulate fairy dust

Kim Namoo is a normal human also in their twenties

they have been neighbors since babies, but are not friends as Namoo tells people

Kim Namoo is unaware of his true background and neither of the two are aware of the fact that they're soulmates

they both attend the same university and are both majoring in fine arts

Rubin likes teasing Namoo the most, but is quite protective of Namoo if others mess with them, too

he's the reason why Namoo has dreaming and sleeping issues

Namoo has a beagle named Ruru and a scottish fold named Prince and they both have a love-hate relationship with Rubin

werefox!LJW

name is Lee Jinwoo

appears to be around in his early twenties, but is actually a few centuries years old

his fox form is an arctic fox

in his fox form he has three tails with each having their own personality

is quite active and may be why he eats a lot in either form

favorite food is ramen and fried rice, especially with animal heart and liver

has a great sense of smell and hearing

as a fox loves cuddles and has perfect heat insulation

Jinwoo is super shy with strangers, but very lively with closed ones

despite being a fox spirit, Jinwoo actually likes dogs

some powers includes: illusions, enhanced physical skills, possession, and fox-fire

Baek Yiseul is a normal human also in their twenties

Yiseul lives in the same apartment complex as Jinwoo, but on different floors

they also attend the same university with Yiseul majoring in photography and related media and Jinwoo majoring in nutrition

Yiseul is unaware that he's a shape-shifter and is his soulmate

Jinwoo knows that Yiseul his soulmate due to the invisible galaxy-colored fox flower tattoo on their upper back

he's the reason why Yiseul's pet hamster, Malik, goes missing and returns a few days later

Yiseul's pomeranian, Zayn, hates him because Zanik knows Jinwoo's a fox spirit

vampire!MJH

name is Moon Jehyun

appears to be around in his early twenties, but is actually a few centuries years old

dhampir, vampire dad and human mom

a natural charmer and a smooth talker

enjoys pulling pranks on unsuspecting humans

prefers animal blood over human blood just as the same with animal meat to human meat

eye color changes based upon current mood

still needs to be invited inside

owns two cats name Coco and Kkotnim

by day he's a university student, but by night he's a street dancer

besides vampiric abilities and umbrakinesis, Jehyun has bat-like feathery wings, can shape-shift, and walk in sunlight

Sun Hanbyul is a normal human also in their twenties

they live in the same house block and have a circle of mutual friends

Hanbyul is unaware of his true nature and background and that their his soulmate

Jehyun knows Hanbyul's his soulmate because he recognizes the old soul within them that glows pale lilac

they attend the same university as fashion design majors although Hanbyul thinks Jehyun should be a model instead

Hanbyul works at a late night dessert bar cafe and Jehyun would stop by during one of his nightly visits

Hanbyul has a jack russell terrier, Groovin, who isn't quite fond of Jehyun

werewolf!LJH

name is Lee Junghoon

appears to be around in his early twenties, but is actually a few centuries years old

his wolf form is a mix of the grey and red wolf

as a wolf Junghoon's fur coat is tawny brown with silver and golden highlights

can shift body temperature to accommodate any weather and climate changes

has a cool demeanor and doesn't hold grudges

can be a bit emotional and sad at times, especially during the full moon

isn't particularly weak against silver or related substances, but it hurts a lot when it happens

usually craves raw meat, but will eat a rare to medium rare

by day he's a university student, but by night he's also part of the underground rap scene

some powers includes: enhanced physical skills, healing factor, invulnerability, and area affinity

Jung Haru is a normal human also in their twenties

they've been acquainted since babies as their great-great-great-grandparents have been long time friends

Haru's unaware of Junghoon's background and that their his soulmate, but feels a strong attraction to him

Junghoon knows Haru's his soulmate due to their scent smelling like the spicy fragrance of the night gladiolus

they both attend the same university with Haru majoring in social welfare and Junghoon majoring in environmental education

Haru has a samoyed named Juan and an alaskan malamute named Frizzy that absolutely adores Junghoon

Haru also has a friend that's part of the underground scene and would accompany that friend