#poncleprophet

[xxrottingpawsxx]

I put way too much effort into this meme over on tiktok please enjoy

[coockie8]

When you're so tiny your freakishly pretty, half-baked prophet of a boyfriend is like a jungle gym

[problematic-otd]

can you do Waka/Issun (poncleprophet) from Okami? Age gap, enemies-to-lovers, and power imbalance

queued, thanks!

[coockie8draws]

I know these are HELLA late and I'm sorry about that. My hands have been very sore lately.

Anyway, I hope you like my Valentine's Day stickers. DM me if you want one (The first one is free, any more after that are $8 each.)

[nec-romantic-nightmare]

Waka: *Accidentally hits Issun in the face*

Waka: *Trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'*

Waka: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!

Issun: What’s wrong with you?!

[ticktockmyclockworkhart]

(Getting tea)

Waka: I’m looking for a mature man.

Issun: *nervous laugh* yeah maturity is important

Tea Shop Owner: I have a cup of tea for Mr Fondil Mabols?

[pajama-cats]

Waka/Issun because they too, deserve more content

[harbingerofthestorm]

christmas kisses

[amatterasus]

when ur bf is about to get his fucking arm cut off

[incorrectokamiquotes]

Issun: So, how is the prettiest person in the world doing?

Waka, not even glancing at him: I don't know, how are you?

Issun: ...

Issun: *voice cracking* I'm fine

[mickeyjunk]

Guilt

So.. another fic. Has a couple of personal headcanons strewn in but nothing huge.

Summary;

Waka hasn’t been feeling too good. Issun’s worried about where his thoughts are going. Flashbacks, kissing, and crying in that order. Sort of a hurt/comfort kind of deal, with some angst drizzled on for fun!

Sleep on me, feel the rhythm in my chest, just breathe I will stay so the lantern in your heart won't fade "Waka.. Waka!"      His heart skipped a beat. Issun had been calling his name, looking up at him with a concerned gaze from his place curled up on the couch. "Hey, pretty boy.. You looked kinda far-off, there. Are you alright?" "I'm.. Yeah."      The look he got made him wilt, though, and the prophet gave a heavy sigh as he stared into the fireplace- the gold-flecked crimson in his eyes a mirror for the roaring flames. "Forgive me. I.. Was thinking about the disaster."      His boyfriend's face softened in sympathy as he gently cuddled closer, a hand straying down to the prophet's lap to link their hands together. "Why's that? It just makes you upset." "I can't help it. It's been.. Weighing on me heavily, today."      He swallowed down a lump in his throat, though tears refused to rise- however much he may want them to. It would be easier to cry, exhaust himself, then sleep it off. But no, things like this just didn't come easy. "Is there anything I can do? We could go out, to take your mind off it-" "No, no. I don't want to go out."      He winced slightly at the hurt look on his boyfriend's face, and angled himself to press their foreheads together for a moment. "Sorry, mon amour.. Not like this. Too loud."      Though he didn't elaborate, the Poncle understood, and kissed his cheek lightly before lowering his head to lay it on Waka's chest. They returned to silence after a few moments, and the prophet once again stared unseeingly into the flames.      Though he didn't realize, his heart began to quicken as his thoughts spiraled down again. He couldn't feel Issun holding him, couldn't feel their fingers entwined; not even the warmth of the fire reached him after a few minutes. His eyes wide open, he could only see their faces; faces of family, friends, everyone he'd ever known crying out- he saw the glint of the nameless sword swinging in his hand, the demons whose features blurred into one big smear of darkness that he cut through. He gave a faint shudder at the feeling of blood splattering across his cheek, saw the puppets whose light-filled eyes were sunken through with the possession they couldn't break. His hair stuck to his cheeks, sweat making it glisten even as its color faded into his memory.      He saw the Ark, saw Sugawara running towards him. The blinding pain he'd once felt returned as a dull pounding, making his pupils dilate even though he was staring at a fire; fire, fire, it felt like his mind was burning.      And the footsteps he took. He felt the sword drop from his hand, a metallic clang echoing through the battlefield; someone sprinted past him and scooped it up, deflecting an attack from a demon as his feet dragged.      He saw visions of some bright place, of grass that swayed in the most gentle wind. He heard himself laughing, along with someone who he now knew but didn't then. Even though screams of the dying echoed around him, he walked forward, driven by a sight so powerful he could not rip away.      And he came to, he remembered, on a cold, metal floor. He remembered hearing sounds that made him want to claw his ears off, to scream and wail until it stopped. He remembered pounding his fists against the door of the Ark, hitting it over and over until his hands were red- his knuckles bled when he began punching it, and the wall became ruby-red with his blood before he sank against it and began to cry. Kiss my lips, feel the rhythm of your heart and hips I will pray so the castle that we've built won't cave      Then suddenly, he was yanked back down to reality; Issun was kissing him, hard. With something that felt like both desperation and fear. He pulled back and sputtered, tears he didn't know he'd been shedding dripping down his cheeks as he stammered. "What was- why did-" "You wouldn't listen! I kept calling your name, but you- you just stared at the fire, I thought you were having a vision but then you started to cry and- and-"      Issun was crying too, now. The prophet's heart melted as he watched, and a hand went out to cup his lover's cheek gently and wipe the tears away with a thumb. "Oh, Issun... I'm sorry. I got so caught up, I.." "No, don't be sorry. I'm just glad you're okay now."      What little was left of his melted heart swelled, then, and he gave a choked-up sigh before wrapping both arms around Issun and pulling him close. "You're too good for me, mon amour.. How precious you are." "You're precious too, dork.."      He gave a shuddering laugh at that, and he felt tension leave his boyfriend's shoulders at the sound. Pulling back, he placed his hands on Issun's cheeks and stared straight into his eyes- the Poncle blushed faintly, marveling slightly at his rose-colored eyes that were such a rare sight. "Now. No more crying, from either of us. We can go out if you really want, maybe it will do me some good. Alright?"      Issun nodded slightly, a breath escaping as Waka's eyes shut again and his hands fell to hold his own. "How about we find somewhere to go eat? Amaterasu would probably eat the troubles away. We can get sake, too." "That sounds.. Like a plan. But we probably shouldn't get drunk like this."      They shared a quiet laugh at that, both rising but keeping their fingers entwined as they headed to their room to get dressed properly and head out. 

You fill me up, you fill me up You set my soul ablaze You fill me up even when I lose my head

[xxrottingpawsxx]

Working on a lil art for my PoncleProphet fic series Myosotis 🪲🫀🌙🪷

[coockie8]

was the poncleprophet height dif if issun were human sized? wuld they b the same height?

lol No. If Issun were human-sized he'd, max, come up to Waka's bellybutton. The Poncles utilise the child character model in Okami, which suggests they're not exactly tall, probably maxing out at around the height of the average 8 to 10-year-old if they were human-sized.

Poncles are Sprites, Sprites are Fae, and Fae aren't typically very large creatures.

Issun's Fae stature aside, I feel like Waka would be much taller than the average human anyway, just based on the fact he's a member of the Moon Tribe. Gravity sucks less on the moon, so they'd probably get taller up there lol

[luna-rigain]

Thoughts on ISSUN OKAMI

ISSUN VON OKAMI!!

Idk if it’s just my immense bias towards the game but I never found issun very annoying?? A lot of people do but he’s just some punk trying to cop ammy’s style and seeing the two of them develop their friendship (and issun develop as a person in general) is something I look forward to every playthrough! He’s simply a funky little artist and I love him.

Also I’ve been toying w the idea of hcing that Ammy makes him immortal eventually bc she doesn’t wanna live w/o him I just think that’d be sweet

[kurow]

As you are an Okami fan I need to ask, thoughts on poncleprophet? 👀

That's the Issun/Waka ship, right? It's not my favorite ship but I do get the appeal of it! I like to see them bicker like an old married couple lol

[s-ephiroth]

doesn’t it fill you with a surreal feeling when the tag of an old rarepair of yours has a new post?