#yakumo: would you like a snack?

[fisheito]

Wait

THAT'S HOW HE GOT ME

IT WAS SO OBVIOUS

[puff-mmd]

6/30/24 - Some rambles i had today

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I want to write a short blurb about kaisei inviting ciro onto some of his streams for fun (clean streams mind you)

Like he sets it up so they can play a game together (looking at secret sleepover society as my inspo for that idea)

Or a stream where ciro teaches him (and the audience) how to think when designing something, and kaisei makes sure to include the audience by asking them to talk about what they drew. Maybe even a follow up stream where they go through some of the designs their audience submits and give genuine critiques.

Just some ways ciro involves himself in kaisei's hobbies.

I would imagine kaisei is capable of learning to sew with ciro too, though his early attempts are atrocious and he mostly helps with things that won't be visible during crunch times.

Hobby wise though? Ciro loves scary movies, so kaisei indulges in watching them with him, even though he's a pretty big scardey cat.

I want to come up with more of ciro's hobbies, though he does knit outside of his job and enjoys scary movies like i said. Hmm....

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Yakumo thoughts

-he didnt always have the ability to spawn spiders. When he was young though, spiders were attracted to him.

-the spiders he gets tattooed on himself can come to life. He didnt always know that either. Cue the first time he gets tattoos with spiders and wakes up to a few of them crawling around on him. He only realizes they came from him when he notices the tattoos he just got the day before have disappeared, and when he was shocked, the spiders melded back into his skin. He was probably a little freaked out by that lol

-at some point he gets a tarantula tattoo. Sometimes he lets it live in a little nest its built in his plants.

(Did i mention here that yakumo keeps houseplants? Now i am. It's a narrative device for him, i'll probably explain that later)

-in fact, idk if he even knew he was a spider spirit as a child? I feel like his parents kept that from him. Another layer of identity that was stripped from him.

Some oni abilities bc i need to develop those too

-oni's have a high stamina level. This is how ciro, kaisei, and yoai can function so efficiently, but the flip side is that they do have to eat a lot. Hence why yoai is always pestering ciro to eat when he neglects to, and why kaisei put forth effort into learning to cook (also thanks to his mother too)

As such, ciro and yoai have their communal snack bin which they both contribute to and keep well-stocked. If it starts to get low but neither notice, sometimes kaisei does and will sneak some snacks in there for them.

Low stamina levels also affect oni's more drastically than other beings. Ciro's normal irritation becomes rage when he isn't taking care of himself, and kaisei's low moods can become quite depressive. With things being stressful at work for ciri before the sketchbook incident, and kaisei probably having gigs of his own going on + being worried about ciro, it becomes another factor in their perfect storm of an argument.

[anueutsuhos-touhou-profiles]

Antinomy of Common Flowers:

Touhou 15.5: Antinomy of Common Flowers is the third and final entry in the Urban Legend Trilogy. It's one of my favorite entries in the series for its wide and fun range of characters, thrilling story, and amazing final boss theme. And this is gonna be a long one so you might want to get some snacks.

Thanks to the unresolved Urban Legend incident, rumors have been going around about a certain phenomenon called "Perfect Possession": victims get taken over by another person in not just mind, but body. Not just ghosts can do this: anyone can with the right state of mind! Naturally, the people of Gensokyo mess around with this for fun and profit. But, there are also a great many people working tirelessly to resolve this incident however possible.

Of course, as mentioned, the Urban Legend incident has not been resolved, and so everyone uses the same weird abilities as before.

The people of Gensokyo have formed some unlikely duos using this Perfect Possession. Each of these duos has a story mode making up a larger storyline, in chronological order:

• Reimu and Kasen

• Marisa and Koishi

• Nitori and Kokoro

• Mamizou and Mokou

• Miko and Byakuren

• Ichirin and Futo

• (Dream World) Reisen and Doremy

• Sumireko and Doremy

• Tenshi and Shinmyoumaru

• Yukari and Reimu (basically the final showdown against the main villains)

• Jo'on and Shion (a sort of epilogue of the main villains cleaning up their mess)

Marisa becomes a jobber! She and Koishi are the first to be defeated by the main villains, who cheat the spellcard rules to become almost invincible up until the end.

The Myouren Temple and the Divine Spirit Mausoleum reluctantly join forces to resolve this incident, but fail miserably at accomplishing anything. Still, it seems both Buddhists and Taoists

Yukari Yakumo, after sitting out the previous two major incidents, comes back for a major role in the plot! She's piecing together a plan to solve the incident.

Her urban legend is the Teke Teke: a woman severed from the waist down who lives in abandoned subway stations and crawls after you, trying to take your legs for her own! Yukari mimics this with her portals, but nobody's really cut. Still, the shock of it all appears to actually deal damage to the person she "bisects".

Tenshi Hinanawi the bratty celestial returns after a long absence! It seems she's been banished from Heaven and is having quite the temper tantrum. Her urban legend is the conspiracy theory of HAARP being a weather control machine.

Oh, and this was the first Touhou game to receive an official English translation. It is not good. It is poorly translated. So most people just stick to the fan translations as they always have.

It turns out that this Perfect Possession is not possession at all, but rather a form of teleportation. If a person is in a calm, dream-like state, another person can attach themselves to them, becoming the "slave". You'd expect the "master" to be the one doing the possession but no, it's the host. Anyway, this possessor is then sent to the Dream World, replacing the Dream World counterpart of their host. When the possession starts, their host and them switch dimensions. But what happens to the Dream World counterpart? They get pushed out into the real world!

This is the true negative side effect of the Perfect Possession incident, and it wasn't even on purpose!

Everyone in the world has a Dream World counterpart. They can often act very differently than you would in any situation. As I mentioned in Doremy's profile, they can be thought of as an exaggeration of one's true self. More specifically, they effectively treat the world as if it were a video game and they suffered no consequences for any of their actions. You might think based on the actions of the Dream selves that people are truly evil at heart, but that's not entirely true. I made the video game comparison because much as liking violent video games doesn't necessarily make you a bad person, these Dream World counterparts don't make their real world selves evil villains. When I say suffering no consequences for their actions, that includes actually hurting anyone. Basically, the less a Dream World counterpart acts like their real self, that doesn't mean the real world is hiding more, it just means they care more about the consequences of their actions.

Doremy Sweet, ruler of dreams, has attached herself to each of these Dream World counterparts to keep an eye on them. While she makes no effort to steer them away from wreaking havok, she also explains the situation to anyone willing to listen. When the Dream World counterparts are fought, however, Doremy sits there and does nothing, weakening the dream selves against a Perfect Possession duo.

I'M NOT DONE YET! YOU SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN A SNACK!

Some notable Dream World counterparts:

• Marisa Kirisame is revealed to harbor jealousy towards Reimu and Yukari for stealing the "main character role" from her.

• Reisen Udongein Inaba has a great deal of pent-up aggression against the people of Gensokyo for their bullying of her, and lashes out at anyone in her path. Her actions lead to her real self getting put under house arrest.

• Toyosatomimi no Miko has a staunch sense of justice, to a fanatical degree. She wishes she had killed the Yorigami Sisters for being as evil as they are.

• Byakuren Hijiri apparently dreams of putting bombs in the heads of uncooperative disciples to ensure their obedience. This is the Dream World counterpart least like her real world self. Basically, it appears to be her hidden lazy side: she doesn't want to have to actually go through the effort of convincing people her way is the right one. Dream World Byakuren also wants a button to exist somewhere to instantly attain enlightenment, rather than having to do all this meditation and such. Remember, she hasn't done this in private, merely the idea of doing it has entered her head. In fact, when someone at the temple sees this Dream World Byakuren, it doesn't disillusion them. Quite the exact opposite: they come to the conclusion that if she can act so against her innermost desires on a daily basis in the name of helping others, than there might be hope for them, too.

• Mamizou wants to take over Gensokyo, and then the world, and rule it with an iron fist, annihilating anyone she doesn't like. Yet at the same time, she also has horrifying nightmares of being hunted down and killed by humans, apparently trauma from the Outside World.

• Nitori's Dream World counterpart is actually NICER than her real one. She has none of the greed she exhibits normally and is simply a curious inventor who wants to make new machines all day long. Doremy admires such a pure soul.

• Reimu Hakurei is also nicer in the Dream World. It proves that deep down she just wants a quiet, peaceful life without hardship.

• Koishi's dream self is basically dead, thanks to Koishi closing off all but her subconscious mind. Koishi doesn't dream ever.

• And finally, Tenshi's Dream World counterpart is practically the game's Extra boss. She's the most powerful and megalomaniacal of the Dream selves. She acts like a ranting supervillain, talking about wanting to annihilate the world and create a new one in its place.

[hollowfaith]

🌌 + coffeeshop au hehe

Send ' 🌌 + a universe / au ' and I’ll make an AU verse based off of it.

in most universes, eiden works at an adult toy shop.

in this one, he owns a coffee shop.

it's a damned good one too, with regular customers and everything. his hires aren't anything to scoff at either—there's this really tall, really buff barista who comes straight from the rainforests of indonesia and can tell a bean's freshness just from smelling them (and sometimes brings his pet ferret to work, which is both a riot and a health hazard eiden has to work around for the inspectors), as well as the shyer, more inexperienced college graduate working part-time shifts to support his grad degree and his lovely grandparents at home, who gets really nervous about the espresso machine at first but later on becomes a pro and even teaches himself how to fix it when it breaks down.

yeah, quincy and yakumo are definitely his best hires (no favoritism though)!

alongside that he has his regular customers: the uptight head of some security firm who always comes in in the morning for eiden's strongest cup of caffeine before marching off to work (it takes him a month before he gets the guy to tell him his name is edmond so eiden can stop pretending he didn't google search him up the first day), the probably-is-a-CEO-or-a-mafia-heir-can't-decide-which business-coded guy who somehow never shows up in a suit, but just radiates money (and also had to be asked outside by eiden once, when he took out a fancy pipe and just started smoking indoors), the always wholesome priest of their local church, and the pair of high schoolers who drop by every week for snacks, short-and-pink dragging the cousin he always bullies (and who has a fatal weakness to eiden's hand-made croissants).

so all in all, life is good.

it maybe gets even a little better when he starts seeing some of his adult favorites and regulars after work on more, cough, intimate terms.

but then one day, he shows up.

towering, blond, handsome, and ridiculously well-dressed—the kind of guy you expect to ask his assistant to get him coffee, not come into a shop and order for himself.

and what the heck, he doesn't even ask for coffee, but a cup of tea. earl grey and a scone to go with it and—you know what, the customer is always right so eiden personally delivers the order with a flourish and a smile.

"first time here?" he asks, charming as always.

the guy barely looks at him. "yes. how long have you been open?"

eiden tells him and the guy asks more questions so surprisingly, they get along pretty well. by the time he's done it's getting to closing hours on a sunday, but it's quincy who grabs him during cleanup with a frown.

"what's wrong?" eiden asks him.

quincy just shakes his head. "he asked too many questions."

"maybe he was just interested in the person answering them?" eiden half-jokes. he doesn't think more of it, but the words do stick with him after that.

the blond guy doesn't come again, but a week later someone equally attractive shows up: black hair, green eyes, also pretty tall. he's dressed in a suit (but stiffly, it looks like he doesn't usually wear those kind of clothes) and introduces himself as klaus avenue, a representative of blah-and-blah company here to see the manager.

more importantly, he's part of a franchise firm here to buy them out.

of course eiden says no—this is his coffee shop and not some fancy brand name, dammit—but klaus only looks troubled. "it'll be better if you agree to the contract terms," he starts, "or else aurelius—i mean, my boss—will make trouble."

he probably means lawyers. well pooh pooh to them, eiden's got a lawyer too—on a technicality: his neighbor rei dabbles in law alongside his experiments and can hold his ground in a courthouse just fine.

when klaus finally sighs and asks him what would convince him, eiden challenges him to work for them instead to see why they're worth staying as an independent business.

to his surprise, klaus agrees.

somehow the arrangement lasts for weeks. it soon becomes apparent that klaus himself is using his "trial employment period" to delay the company's actions as much as possible, which works to an extent.

until the "boss" reappears.

eiden recognizes him at a glance: it's the same blond bastard who ordered tea and scones in his shop! he confronts the guy, but aurelius counters back by what he thinks he's doing hiring his boyfriend to work under him. apparently it's fine when aury does it since klaus is destined to sit on the board of directors for him one day, but not so in the case of some lowly coffee shop.

klaus disagrees. aurelius ignores him and somehow, eiden and his coffee shop gets caught in the middle of a cold war between their power couple. apparently this is all the impetus klaus needs to expose his boyfriend’s questionable business practices.

(eiden would ask, “why have him be your boyfriend at all?” but apparently this was the only way to stop aury from gaining a monopoly on the food and restaurant business? ??)

both sides use their best weapons: aurelius mobilizes the media to promote their agenda while klaus reaches out to grassroots movements for support. the disagreement reaches national TV and eiden’s coffee gets a buttload of publicity and business in the process. (it’s not all good, though: quincy has to wrestle with fame-hungry influencers crowding the doors while yakumo’s pressured to tears during one particularly busy lunch rush one day.) in the end eiden even has to close up shop for a few days for everyone’s mental health.

then rei calls with more bad news: aurelius has hired a bunch of big-clout, expensive lawyers to crush them in court and moreover, won olivine to his side in some form of weird guilt-trip reverse-pep-talk that has the poor priest trying to convince eiden to give in to the other side.

seeing this, klaus can’t sit still and proposes that eiden helps him with plan B: proposing marriage.

“wait, what?”

“if being his boyfriend was step 1, then marriage should be step 2.”

“will it really work with that bas—uh, i mean that president?”

“we can give it a try.”

“but klaus…if it works then that means you’ll have to marry him for real.”

to eiden’s shock, klaus only blushes in response.

“um, you don’t have to worry about that. i don’t mind…”

and so operation d-day (date day) commenced. at the very end klaus gets on his knees and proposes to aurelius right inside eiden’s coffee shop, surrounded by a marching band commanded by edmond with instruments rented from kuya (again, eiden still doesn’t know what he does) while eiden’s custom-baked sweets and yakumo’s tea and quincy’s silent stare looks on.

klaus thoughtfully mentions how special this moment is, and how much more special it’d remain if the coffee shop it happened in never changed but existed on its own independent of a franchise—and okay, a bunch of other mushy lines too, but honestly eiden can’t or doesn’t want to remember them when the blond bastard’s involved.

it works, and aurelius calls off everything to formally enter into an engagement with his beloved. he even agrees to the unholiest of unholies and lets his franchise workers unionize.

love, eiden marvels, really is a power that works wonders.

one year later, eiden’s coffee shop is thriving, his friends/lovers are all living well (though it took a few sessions to fix olivine back up again), and they’ve been invited to the “wedding of the century” for klaus and aurelius, all expenses paid, at some exotic location halfway across the world.

eiden gleefully closes the shop for his free vacation with his besties to witness the marriage of a guy he hates (& one that he thinks is all right, in the end).

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Can we get a sexy drabble of how Yakumo and Striker celebrated the snakes birthday in the bedroom?

(Hope you are a having a good night!)

((Hi dear, I hope your doing alright this evening. I think I can write something. Though, sorry for this being late.))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

"Happy birthday, my black snack beauty. I hope you are enjoying your birthday so far." Striker was spoiling his husband sweetly while feeding him some cake. He was happily given presents, love, and a good little party to show that he had a good birthday so far.

However, he was alone with him while feeding Yakumo some cake. He blushes from the cake but smiled savoring the taste and sweetness. "How do you like it?" he asked.

"I..I love it." he smiled sweetly to him but he saw that it was already seeing Striker to feed him more while sitting in Yakumo's lap. "It's really good."

Striker smiled and yet this made him chuckle already kissing Yakumo's cheek. He saw him blushing again only to look relaxed but this made the other feeling more relaxed now. However, this made Striker wrap his tail around him that he even kisses his cheek.

"You seriously are precious. I am hoping you liked your present." he said.

"I..I do. I do. It's a good.." he smiled but Striker already sees him being precious.

"Good. Well, I did have to give you one more present." he purrs but he pressed up against Yakumo to even wrap his arms around his shoulders to give light nips and kisses against his neck. Yakumo blushed from the kisses that he only feels more happier now that it made him shiver again.

"Though, I do wanna give you this more personal present." he said teasing that he bit his ear even more. However, this got him excited to even kiss him softly when seeing Yakumo kissing back deeply. The two shared the kiss together before slowly pulling back to smile that he was feeling Yakumo lowering the straps on the night gown Striker was wearing for his birthday. He always looked precious but he blushed that Striker smirked.

"You still have to open your present....don't you wanna?" he teased that it leaves him blushing heavily to nod. He wanted to do that only to grow more excited.

"I..I do..I do wanna open my present." he said that Striker smiled to purr that striker leaning in closer that he was smiling again. For now, he would give the present but he knew the snake would love it.

[owlespresso]

murai yakumo. first time.

started reading blue period back in may. the art is so unique and expressive and i found i could really connect with its messages about art. anyways! i really like the goblin fellow. it's a reader-insert, but it's in third person. she/her pronouns. i've been experimenting with not using second person lately. idk how i feel about it. warnings: spice below the cut, not beta read

The humidity is unusually high for early summer. Times like these make her glad she brought an air conditioning unit from home, her bedroom and studio kept a manageable temperature whilst the kitchen and living room swelter.

Yakumo shows up at one in the afternoon, an hour before he said he would. One of those enormous tarps he’d shouted about using is hefted over his shoulder, two full bags from the convenience store down the street nestled in the crook of his elbow. He lets the tarp flop on the floor of her bedroom, so close to the coffee table that the glasses on top of it wiggle threateningly.

“We’re doing acrylic, right?” he scrunches his nose as he looks at her stained, plastic box of half-used paints, digging through it with unrestrained enthusiasm. “Not my kinda thing, y’know.” His voice is muffled into the fabric of his shirt as he pulls it over his head, carelessly dropping it to the side. The muscles of his abdomen ripple with the movement, vivid strokes of his tattoo alighting his broad shoulders. She eyes the feathers with unabashed curiosity, taking in the rich scarlet, the variation of thickness in the lines.

“Same here, but this is just for fun, sooo…” she trails off, pressing a cold can of coffee to his cheek. Her other hand perches on his shoulder, squeezing the tight muscle that rests there. 

“Art is supposed to be fun all the time,” he reminds her, shoving his shoulder into her hand. He leans into the touch like a particularly affectionate cat. The grin on his face is megawatt and unmistakably smug, eyes creased up with a knowing smile. “Unless you wanna get down to somethin’ else?”

“Egh,” she wrinkles her nose and pulls away, making an exaggeratedly disgusted face. “Nope! Not at all!” She plops down next to him, wipes the fresh sweat off her brow. “You said you’d teach me acrylic, and you’re not weaseling it out it.”

Yakumo barks out a laugh, giving her a waggish smile. He leans back on his hands, palms up against the hardwood floor as he regards her, lax and sly. He’s inordinately comfortable in her room, gaze unashamedly darting away from her to look over the walls and furniture. What kinds of conclusions is he drawing? Do her stuffed animals and frilly knick knacks make him think any different of her?

“You just don’t like acrylic ‘cause it dries so fast,” he says pointedly, pulling a leg up to his chest. His chin rests atop of his knee, eyelids dipping low. 

“Yeah, and that’s why you’re gonna teach me!” she points out a second time, scrutinizing the brushes she’d laid across an old, green towel. The paint has been chipped off the wooden handles, the mark of age and use. 

“What!? I didn’t agree to that…” he grumbles, griping about “giving lessons for free”, indignant and petulant. He helps her, anyways, runs through the basics of a medium he doesn’t really like just to make her happy. 

They paint for around twenty minutes before Yakumi complains of an empty stomach. He spills open the bags he brought with him, allowing the wrapped snacks and sandwiches and pastries he’d brought fall out onto the tarp. 

“You bought all this?” “Nah. Painted a mural on the brick outside for the old lady who runs the place. She owed me one,” he explains with a dismissive wave of his hand, cracking open a package and sinking his teeth into the plush bun of an egg sandwich. True to word, he’s utterly voracious, easily scarfing down that and another, before turning to the entire section of desserts aimlessly strewn on the ground. They’re all packaged, and that’s the only reason she lets him get away with doing it.

“Well, I’m gonna send some emails while you do that,” she hums, hopping back onto the bed. She tucks her back into the pillows piled against the headboard, lowering the brightness of her laptop’s screen with a wince. The case its in is lovingly decorated with an assemblage of stickers she’d purchased over a few weeks.

“Emails?” he scoffs, around five minutes later. By the time she peers over her laptop to look at him, he’s launched himself atop the mattress, body soaring through the air in an arc. He looks like he’s a plank of wood being thrown into a lake. The bed bounces at the impact, prompting her to let loose an alarmed squawk. Her shorts ride up on her upper thighs, threatening to dip into the v-line of her hips.  “Who’re you sendin’ emails to?”

“None of your business,” she sticks her tongue out at him. She nudges him in the arm with her knee. This is the first time she’d had a boy in her bed, she realizes, cheeks growing hot. “Just gimme a minute.”

“Whaaat,” he drawls. He swings an arm over her leg, jostling it is as he tries to pry her attention away from her computer. “You were the one who invited me over here, and now you’re tellin’ me to wait so you can send an email? I expected better hospitality, not gunna lie.”

“Yeah. Well,” she clicks her tongue. “If I could, I wouldn’t be doing it either.”

To his credit, he quiets, remains still and patient whilst she continues to type. The arm he’d fanangled around her knee remains in place, his head tilted to the side enough for her to feel his breath fan across her skin. Unbidden, a hot, molten feeling starts to throb in between her legs. She peeks over her screen, taking in the youthful sculpt of his face, the sweep of his dark bangs. His eyes are shut, lashes settled against his pale cheek. Pursing her lips together, she  returns to the task at hand, yet… 

The sound of his voice reverberates in her ears, the offer he’d made (likely in jest) when he first arrived circling to the forefront of her focus. She feels like a doe on shaking legs, all of the sudden, faced with both desire and the newfound ability to obtain it. Does he think she’s pretty? Is he even really interested in having sex with her? Or had he said it as an offhand joke?

“Yakumo,” she begins, and he stirs against her leg. He grunts lowly in acknowledgement. “You remember… what you said earlier? About doing ‘something else’?”

“Yeah… why? You givin’ it some thought?”

“Were you serious about it?”

“‘Course. Everything I say is serious.” “What? Don’t look at me like that—okay, whatever, but I was serious when I said it.”

“Oh, wow.”

“You’re a little too cool about this. You should be going ‘kya, Yakumo-kun, please fuck me~ I didn’t know how badly I wanted you until now—’”

“Do you want to fuck or not?”

“...Yeah.”

“Then why do you look so… glum about it?”

“‘S nothin’ to do with you. I just don’t want you to feel forced or anything.” he says with a sigh. He turns his face, pressing his nose up against her outer thigh. “You’ve never done this kinda thing before, right? I don’t wanna ruin it for you.”

“I’m pretty sure that counts as having to do with me,” she helpfully informs him. She folds her laptop shut, doing away with the makeshift barrier between them. He looks remarkably unimpressed, lips pressed into a flat line. “But yes,” she says, before he can start pouting about her nonanswer. “I would still be interested. If you are, that is.”

And just like that, his lips curl into a wild smile, the expression completely at home on his face. His arm unwinds from around her legs and he sits up, turning to loom over her with a raised brow. His hand presses up against the plush comforter, his face swooping close to her own. His gaze is more vehement than she’s ever seen it, keen and hyper focused as he looks over over, attention settling on the bow of her lips.

“I’m not the kinda guy who changed his mind once I make a decision,” he says, soft and low, an unspoken vow in those hushed words, like he’s imparting upon her a precious secret. It feels like they’re remarkably away from the rest of the world, sequestered away in the warm, pastel den that is her bedroom. He looms over her, curled in between her legs, rooted firm in her space like a gargoyle sculpted into a cathedral’s side. 

His lips are chapped yet gentle where they meet her own, but his hand presses a little tight to her cheek. She quivers and sighs and shuts her eyes tight, feeling like a bow-legged fawn, unsteady and nonplussed but eager to graze on the new feelings before her. They’ve barely been kissing for a few seconds before his tongue rasps over her mouth, trying to reel her in and drink her deep.

He pulls back before she can open her mouth for him, one of those sharp canines grating over the rosy plump of her bottom lip. 

“Ouch,” she mumbles at the sting, no bite behind it. “Aren’t you supposed to French kiss and be all romantic and gentle before you start getting rough?”

“Life’s not like those corny fanfictions you read,” he chortles, amused as he pushes his face into the column of her neck. She for once is grateful that he isn’t looking at her face. Her complexion blooms florid, cheeks painted apple red. She curses, sensitive at the sparking sensation that sprouts wherever he kisses. “Don’t think about it too hard. Just lay back ‘n let me do all the work, m‘kay?”

She contemplates him for a moment, her nerve threatening to falter in these last, final moments of uncertainty. Her head tilts to the side instinctually, giving him more room. The first scrape of his fangs against her unmarred flash makes her gasp and jolt, body going stiff, goosebumps spreading along her arms and up her legs. He seals his lips against her, sharp teeth sucking devilishly at the pale skin. Her hands fly to grip his upper arms, eyes going wide as ambrosial, molten pleasure throbs in her lower stomach. 

“Yeah,” she breathes, tilts her head in an aborted nod. Yakumo, who emanates confidence and carries himself with the brash alacrity of someone who has done this before. She settles against her pink, fleecy comforter. She feels like a bird settling into its nest, allowing all her weight to fall into the pile of pillows at her back.

“Atta girl,” Yakumo mumbles, and his big hands all but tear her tanktop away from her. Their disrobing is a whirlwind of motion, his big hands pulling her tank top over her head and sliding her shorts and panties all the way down her legs. He doesn’t stop to admire her after she’s bare and in front of him, diverting from just about every fanfiction she’s ever read but also granting her a moment to collect her wits and scrounge for any courage left within her. He stands on her mattress and sloughs his pants and boxers, grunting as his cock pops up to stand stiff against his stomach.

Only then does his ashen blue gaze finally return to her prone form. He drops to his knees, plummeting all his weight onto the mattress at once. She squawks as the bed bounces and creaks in protest, instinctively curling her legs to her chest lest he land on them. 

“Nah, nah, nah,” Yakumo huffs, big hands curling around her ankles to encourage them backwards. His hands are warm, palms unexpectedly rough. He tugs lightly, coaxing but not forcing. Some of the stubborn, clinging trepidation that’s kept ahold of her is assuaged at the gentility he treats her with. “C’mere, baby, it’s alright.” He coos, expression curled into a mocking facsimile of pity. 

“Ugh, you don’t have to talk to me like that,” she grunts, ignores the way her cunt throbs at the manhandling. 

“I think you like it, though,” Yakumo hums, curled over her. He paws at her breast, idly admiring her chest before placing a chaste kiss over her nipple. The touch, however light, makes her stiffen regardless. 

He spends, in her humble opinion, too much time there. Long fingers squeeze and knead her left breast, pinching her nipple between her thumb and forefinger before lifting, the jolt of pleasure-pain making her squeal and arch her back. He pushes and pulls the plump mound of flesh, humming with delight when he finds something new to make her squirm and squeal. A part of her wants to be indignant about how delighted he seems to tease her, but it’s hard to protest or whine about she’s at the mercy of his nimble fingers. 

Her hands fly onto his shoulders, fingers curling, head too devoid of thought to worry about the red lines she’s scratching onto his pale skin. Knowing him, he’ll wear them with pride tomorrow, brag about them to those classmates he spends so much time with.

But this moment is for them and them alone, bodies curled and caged around each other like threads twined into rope. 

“Haah, you’re so cute,” he purrs, voice low and raspy. His hips rut up against her like he’s an animal in heat, thick heat of his cock rubbing up against her inner thigh. He’s agonizingly, tantalizingly close to her wetting cunt. Her walls flutter around nothing, anticipation mounting in her lower tummy as she finds the words to encourage him. “You got no idea how hard it’s been… keeping my hands off you when you wear those slutty little shorts—”

“They’re not slutty,” she protests, but her cunt squeezes at the crude insult regardless.

“Nah,” he refutes with casual ease. “They’re pretty slutty,” The hand that’d been tormenting her chest glides down her side, giving her hip a fond squeeze before wandering to the crux of her inner thighs. Her spine goes ramrod straight, eyes blowing wide as he slips his fingers over her cunt. He toys idly with her folds, fingers caressing and prodding and teasing. The pad of his thumb rolls over her clit in little circles, coaxing breathy moans and low keens from her lips. Her thighs squeeze around his hand. He tsks, shoving her her right leg apart with his free hand, holding her open for him.

“Sorry—AH!” her voice pitches into a high squeal as he gathers her dewey wetness on his fingers. She swallows and gasps and whines, legs kicking pathetically against the comforter. He grins a sharp-toothed grin, devious and knowing as he slips a finger inside of her, rubbing circles up and down her silken walls. 

The hesitance he’d shown merely a few minutes ago is completely gone, replaced by a fervent, manic eagerness as he fingers her. His pupils, blown wide, force his stormy blues into thin, vibrant rings. The wet squelching and slicking sounds fill the room alongside her gasps and whines. Her hands scramble atop the blanket, grabbing fistfuls of the heavy fabric to squeeze. The muscles of her thighs twitch as he adds a third finger, her eyes shutting and her head lolling backwards. 

Those nimble digits roll ribboning circle patterns up and down the warm walls of her cunt, just barely grazing that sweet, spongy spot that makes her throw her head back and sob. Her thighs try to snap shut, but he holds them fast, expression wrinkling with a sneer.

“Real sensitive, ain’tcha?” he says. She licks the sweat from her upper lip, eyes glazed as she attempts to cobble together a sensible reply. She’s sensitive? Wouldn’t any girl being touched like this react in the same way? She wants to say as much, but the current of pleasure rolls over her body and tosses her amongst its tides. She shifts again, whimpering as the burgeoning ecstasy slowly crescendos into its peak. “Stop squirmin’ so much.” he grumbles under his breath.

He slaps at her inner thigh with his open palm, prompting her to yelp. She goes shock still, the stinging sensation coalescing with that sanguine pleasure, throwing her straight over the edge of her imminent bliss. She cums messy all over his hand, juices spilling over his fingers and palm, dripping onto the blanket below. 

“Oh? You liked that?” Yakumo hums, fingering her through the orgasm, prolonging it into shaking, stuttering ripples. Throttled by the white hot feeling

“We shoulda used a towel,” Yakumo grumbles, making no move to climb out of the bed. “You got any condoms?”

“On the pill,” she mumbles, lifting a trembling hand to cover her eyes. She still feels like she’s shaking, like she can’t pull the air into her lungs fast enough, a skittering stumbling mess of sensation she’s never encountered before. 

“Oi,” Yakumo’s hand curls around her wrist. She inhales sharply, but he doesn’t try and tug it anywhere. He rubs circles on the underside with his thumb, a soothing gesture, she realizes after a moment of dazed befuddlement. “Are you alright? C’mon, talk to me.”

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine,” she says, lips curling into a small smile. “Are you gonna, uh—”

“Fuck you? Yeah, if that’s what you want,” he says, touch slipping away from her warmed skin. The mattress creaks as he repositions, knees digging into the surface on either side of her. She gasps as the head of his cock catches on her clit, hot and wet and thicker than she’d anticipated. She can take it, she’s sure, driving back any and all doubt—no, any and all thought for the sake of remaining lax and open. 

Still, the gravity of what he’s about to do to her sinks in. Her first time, she recalls distantly, her first time handed off on a whim, all because the handsome boy on top of her made a joke.

But, she wants this. She wants to be so relentlessly full of him, replete with his cum, sated by his fingers and cock. The idea of separating from him and facing the cold, empty air of the room almost frightens her more. 

“God, yes,” she hiccups, eyes shutting tight. Her toes curl, feet pressing hard into the mattress as he eases inside, silken skin dragging along her walls. It’s entirely thicker than any one of his fingers had been, stretching her open and filling her full and heavy. She can feel every inch of him, every ridging vein, with mind-numbing clarity. Her pants and heavy breaths spill into soft whines at the stretch, the awkward ache making her body shift and flex and writhe. Her pulse throbs in her ears, a sudden onslaught of panic breaching the haze he’d blanketed her in.

“Shit,” Yakumo curses quietly, breaking through her mind’s incessant buzzing. “You’re squeezin’ me so tight, babe—it’s okay, you’re alright,” he hushes her, resting a hand over her little fist, still balled in the comforter beneath her. His lips dance a small trail up and down her neck, over her collarbones. He stokes that burgeoning flame within her, distracts her from the irrational worry that her mind attempts to crowd her with. 

His other hand rests over her lower stomach, thumb rolling circles onto her slicked skin, an attempt to assuage her pain that makes her bite her lip, nerves dipping and soothing. Her eyes flutter shut as his pelvis meets her hips, slotting them together in a way that is cogent and concrete, undeniable and unignorable. Where had they been, all of thirty minutes ago? Still playing with their paints and markers?

She can’t quite find the answer, and the question itself disappears entirely once he pulls his hips back and slots them forward. That blessed, molten pleasure pours through her, avulses all thought from her nagging mind. He fucks her nice and slow, each stroke pushing places inside her that she’s never reached, unscoured planes of her body made to shake and quiver with each roll of his hips, each touch of his fingers. If she shuts her eyes she can pretend his sighs are wedding vows, her cries a prothalamion heralding the union between them. 

Opening her eyes, she glances up to his face. He looks just as dazed and wrecked as she feels, cheeks stained scarlet, lips parting around moans and sighs as he ruts into the welcoming grip of her pussy. Her little body shuddered, fingers breaking away from the sheets to curl around his own, gripping him tight as he bowed down, hooking sharp teeth into her collarbone. 

“Fuck,” he moans, voice breaking, choking. “Just like that, just like that—” he keeps talking, rasping out half-thought through praises between noises until his cock hits a spot that makes them both groan. He presses in just right, forces squeals and whimpers and other pitiful noises from her kiss-drunk lips. 

She gives mindless little “ah, ah, ah”s, lost to the ravenous rhythm he sets. Her spine arches, her hips roll, and she boils over the lid as his fingers dive between their bodies, clumsily toying with her clit.  Her body feels as though its aflame, swollen cunt holding him tight every time he pulls free, welcoming him back with a loving squeeze with each brutal reentry. 

He trades his honed technique for desperate roughness. He bullies her over into another orgasm with the rough pads of his fingers, spreading her dewey slick over the overwrought bunch of nerves.

A shudder rolls down his spine as she squeezes and milks him, each sanguine roll of his hips drawing him closer and closer to his own peak. She can feel it in the twitching of his thighs, in the way he veers off his rhythm and fucks into her, full weight behind every thrust. He’s chasing his own pleasure, now, using her. She swallows, flushes and clenches around him at the thought. He comes with a gasp, shoved over the edge

She watches, hazy and idly transfixed. He paints a beautiful picture, dark lashes set against his flushed cheeks, lips glistening as they part. He trembles with a low growl of her name, the gravel in his voice making her shiver. For a single moment, only the sound of their breaths filling the silence that lingers between them. A syrupy feeling settles over her mind and body, eyes slipping shut as she sinks into what she assumes is the afterglow.

His forearms tense, thighs shaking as he pulls out. A gross schlicking sound parts the balmy air, the loss of him rendering her as empty as she’s ever felt. Without him there to warm her, the space between her legs starts to cool, causing her to wrinkle her nose. The mess they’ve made has not escaped her. Their bodies are caked with sweat. Yakumo collapses onto his side, pressing tight to the comforters in an effort to cling to that tender warmth.

He says something, but she doesn't quite catch it. The rumble of his voice has gone raspy with extensive use. She tilts her head to look at him, eyelids dipped low and cheeks still hot.

“What?”

“Hah!” he bursts out in erumpent laughter at the sight of her face, the noise so abrupt and jarring that it completely knocks her from the afterglow. She blinks at him, perhaps stupidly, completely unaware to what he finds so hilarious. 

“What!?” she demands. She gives him an affronted frown.

“I fucked you stupid,” he chortles. Heat rushes to her cheeks and her eyes go wide, completely scandalized despite the lewdity of everything they’d just done. 

“Fucked stupid?” she echoes with a brusque scoff. Surely not. She makes a face as she tries to turn onto her side, shifting away from the wet mess they’ve made. In a few minutes, she’ll get up and lug the comforters to the washing machine. “No… I just… didn’t hear you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Yakumo snorts dismissively. “But it was good, right?” He rests his cheek on the palm of his hand, his smug grin dissolving into contemplative neutrality. She’s sure she looks a mess, covered in sweat and bruises and their mixed essence, but she feels just fine—great, even. There’s a strange kind of giddiness that accompanies the halcyon fatigue of the afterglow, a feeling she can only chock up to delighted disbelief that she’d done this in the first place, despite all of her reservations and her self-doubt. 

“Yeah,” she echoes quietly, contentedly. “It was really good. Thank you, Yakumo.”

“Good. S’ no problem,” Yakumo says with a small hmph, dark eyelashes fluttering against his cheek as he closes them, seemingly content to idle atop her comforter. Unfortunate, for him, because she’s dead set on getting them off the bed and into the wash as soon as possible. But for now, while she finally regains the confidence to stand on her wobbly legs, she thinks she’ll let him rest.

[eyes-of-heimdall]

Hello! I don't think anyone has asked this for a head canon yet, but could you write a head canon about MC being tiny? What would be Yakumo's and Louis' reactions?

[I don’t think I’ve had that appear on my blog yet, so I can do this! However due to recent update that my area has been infected, it took me some time to get this going so I’m so sorry if it isn’t as good as it could be!]

Yakumo with a tiny MC

 Oooh with how tiny you are, he can’t help but to always want to pick you up! Yakumo is a GIANT and in comparison to you, he finds this too adorable and always enjoys having you in his arms! Not to mention how he has to look down at you when you try to be threatening to him, which makes him smile even more!

If he wanted to tease you? All he has to do is put your favorite snack just barely out of reach or hold it above your head and the cost of getting it down would be a kiss on the lips. If you actually needed help getting something down though, he’s there for you immediately, asking if there’s anything else he can do for you.

In fights however, seeing your tiny frame dashing between enemies and leaving carnage or wielding a weapon potentially twice your size to level lost, the pride he would feel would cause him to nearly burst but if something happened to you? Be prepared to see a whirlwind of anger and rage at someone hurting you

He would definitely enjoy being the big spoon, loving how perfectly you seem to fit into his arms as he’s de-stressing from a long day’s mission. If you snag clothing from him for bed? He would be in love with how you look wearing his clothes and he may even ask you to wear them more often

Of course, once you two have settled down and you’re falling asleep, he holds you closer, calling you his personal teddy bear that he can’t sleep without. When you give him a sleepy laugh and ask him to call you that more often, Yakumo is more than willing to do so.

Louis with a tiny MC

Louis is fairly short in comparison to some people at base, standing at about 5′9. So with you being tinier than him? Even he couldn’t help but to find you adorable. That is, until you sat on his lap or snuggled up to him in bed. Then you would get a blushing mess who you can’t help but loving

Though he too would have fun with you being such a tiny person. Louis would occasionally poke fun at your height in a lighthearted and fun manner. From gentle taps on your nose to forehead kisses when you’re playfully angry, Louis is one who would just make it hard to be truly angry not because you can’t be but because his style of poking fun is so sweet that you just feel good about your size.

He would also be big on giving you even more cute nicknames than usual, all of them referring to how cute you are, partially because of your size, especially since even he would seem to engulf you in his arms when he’s holding you.

Stealing his shirts would garner a response of his face being dusted pink and him stammering out how cute you look in his clothes because this absolute nerd never expected you to steal his clothes. Add in the sight of his clothes being dresses on you and you have a recipe for a lot of embarrassing thoughts from him

Louis, for being the calm and collected one, would lecture you if he sees you coming back injured from fights and when partnered up, he would make it his goal to try to make sure that you don’t take any unnecessary damage because he knows that if you take a nasty hit, while he would be focused on getting you to safety; he would be more reckless and kicking himself over letting you get injured when he could’ve blocked it or at least taken it for you

Lastly, after a hard day, Louis wouldn’t care if he was the little spoon, big spoon or just has you under his arm; the comfort he feels when he knows you’re safe is like no other feeling. It’s as if the stress and worry of the world is off his shoulders and seeing your tiny body curled up against his in your sleep makes his heart race a little bit more.

[karnstein-stan]

Hello! I found you some minutes ago and you Oliver X Reader Oneshot Was so cute nakaiahabqnkaai!! I've been waiting for Code Vein X reader since it came out hahaha XD Could you do one with my Boy Louis? That would be so Awsome!!!

[Hi! I’m so happy you liked my oneshot TvT It means a lot to me >wI’ve also been waiting for Code Vein reader insert since the game came out! I was almost crying when I found some imagine blogs on Tumblr! ..and now…I’m one of them hehe. Here is your request! I hope you like it! And thank you for your patience >///

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*Louis Amamiya x Reader: Midnight Talk* 

You just came back from the cathedral. Hearing about the Successors’ fate and your new task was really tiring and you clearly needed a good rest. Unfortunately, you couldn’t sleep at all. All those informations tangled in your mind, making your anxiety grow. Were you strong enough to save the Successors? What if something bad happened? It hurt you so much to see Louis�� reaction when you found out about Karen’s state…You didn’t want this to happen again…

Hoping to find a solution for you insomnia, you silently walked in the home base… trying not to wake anyone up.….Maybe a midnight snack would help you sleep?

“(Name)? Do you need something?“ 

Oh crap- It’s time to review your ninja skills. You turned to the person who spoke. It was Louis, sitting on the couch a book in his hand.

"S-sorry I didn’t want to bother you. I just…can’t sleep…”“You aren’t bothering me at all. Can I help you?”“I…don’t know? It’s just that…” - you sighed. - “It’s so stressful… all that stuff with the Successors. I truly want to help them… to save them b-but… can I really do that? What if I do something wrong? What if I kill them? I don’t know if I’m-”“(Name).”

Louis quieted down your ramblings by calling your name.

“You’ll do great. I know you can do it. I fully understand the pressure of your duty but… we’re here to help you, no matter what. We will do everything we can to lighten your burden. I promise.”“I know…” - You gave him a sad smile. - “Thank you, Louis… I’ll do my best I swear. But I just can’t help being anxious. Seeing Karen in this state…it must have hurt you so much. What if the other Successors are people who are close to Yakumo or Mia? I don’t know if I have the heart to ask you to help me fight them…”

Silence filled the room after that… Until Louis started speaking again.

“I’m sorry…”“Huh? About what?”“It’s my fault if you have to do this… It’s because I did nothing when Cruz begged me to kill her that you’re in this position…”“Louis…”

He looked away, ashamed of himself. You put your hands on his cheeks to make him look at you.

“It’s not your fault. Stop putting all the blame on you. It hurts me to see you like that… I’m…actually the one who is sorry. You’ve been through a lot and instead of supporting you I’ve made you feel worse with my anxiety…”

He put one of his hand on top of yours. 

“Ever since you joined us you have been a great source of support and determination for everyone, including me. You don’t have to apologize when you’re feeling down. It’s only natural with everything that happened to you in a short amount of time…”

The way he looked at you, talked to you… his hand on yours… It made you blush uncontrollably. 

“W-well then don’t put the blame on you for everything! Maybe I’ll start apologizing when you’ll do that-”"I’ll try…”

You coughed, quickly changing the topic to hide your embarrassment. 

“B-by the way…what are you reading?" "Oh? It’s a fantasy novel I just found. Do you want to read it with me?”“Actually… can you…” - You yawned. - “…read it for me? Who knows? Maybe it’ll help me falling asleep?”

How could he say ‘no’ to that face?

“Sure.”

He patted the spot beside him. You sat there, a tired smile on your face as he started reading. His voice was really soothing…you liked it.

Few minutes later, Louis could feel something resting on his lap. You fell asleep. He froze, his heart beating fast. Should he wake you up? No… you just asked for help to sleep, he couldn’t do that. He relaxed a little when he saw your peaceful sleeping face. He couldn’t help but smile as he absentmindedly ran his hand through your hair.

God… he loves you so much…

“Thank you (Name)… for your help and support. I hope… I hope you’ll stay by my side even after this journey…” - He whispered. He knew you heard him because you started smiling in your sleep…

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[Whew! I did it >w

Anyway, have a nice day everyone!

-Statut: Unedited-

[shiinonomee]

Could you do Celestial Blue for Yakumo please?

[Yoooou got it! God, this prompt was practically made for him lmao. We stan a big softie.]

Celestial Blue - How do they react when you’re depressed/upset?

Much as he would like to, Yakumo knows there are some moods one can’t just muscle through with a smile

He’s tempted to joke around and be extra peppy to cheer you up, but in the end, it comes down to what you need

He’ll urge you to take a day to yourself—any work or further emotional labor can wait until you’re feeling better

If nothing pressing is going down, the lazy day ensues

He might borrow some herbs from Mia to brew you some tea unless you can’t stand the stuff

Also snacks—comforting food is his specialty—he’ll work magic with whatever’s on hand

Once you have everything you need he’ll burrow into bed with you, or cuddle up on the couch—wherever you’ve decided to settle, expect him to huddle close with you

He’s not gonna leave you to go through it alone

Lots of hair stroking and back rubs

He’s happy to listen if you want to vent or to do most of the talking if you just want not to think about what’s bothering you

Staying quiet is an option but...as you can guess it’s not really his specialty—you might have to gently remind him you can’t really handle either one right now

He knows just him being there helps, but he can’t help but feel like he’s not doing enough if there’s no verbal reassurance

A lot of people have a certain strategy to cheering people up, but Yakumo very much just wants to do whatever you need of him

Ask anything of him, he’ll be happy to provide

Seeing you hurting hurts him, he’s pretty empathic

This is also a prime time for you if you dig nap dates—usually, he’s too high energy, but he’s probably tiring himself out trying to make you feel better

You’ll see a really sweet side of him any time you’re in a funk because his compassion really shines through

[atopearth]

Ayakashi: Romance Reborn Part 1 - Book I (Dawn Chapter)

The introduction of each of the guys are pretty nice, you can kinda gauge what personalities they have from their voiced one liners hahaha. I love Yakumo’s looks! Although he seems kinda strangely obsessed with the heroine lol. I think I have a soft spot for Tatsuomi the most though, he just seems so gentle and considerate~🥰 Kuya seems pretty cute too! Kinda cool that he’s an author. I think it was really nice how Toichiro described the heroine’s father’s job (selling antiques); bringing artifacts and people together does sound like a very nice and heartwarming thing. All these items are rich in history whether it be the materials, previous ownership etc, and I think it’s wonderful to see these things continue to be used through the ages. Must be saddening for the heroine to see her Dad possessed by spirits enough to strangle her, especially since they seem close enough to promise to always have dinner together, luckily Tama saved her. Lmao at her not believing his “human” form that he is her cat lol. Hmmm, so Wraiths (evil spirits) possess humans because they lack physical forms, why do they wreak havoc though? Just their type of thing to do? Lol. Hmm and only onmyoji diviners or ayakashi can deal with Wraiths. I think it’s really cool how the heroine proactively decided for herself that she needed to be the one to save her father even though Koga and Toichiro were dealing with it. Everything is happening really fast for her, but it’s nice to see that she’s focused on saving her father and she’ll do whatever she can for that.

Dang, Nachi (Tama) was saved by the original onmyoji that used this kagura bell (that awakened the heroine’s latent spiritual powers) 1000 years ago, and he promised to protect the next diviner who wields it, so I guess he’ll be like her bodyguard now haha. Personally, I quite like Koga and his chill personality, rolling dice to decide whether he would listen to her and help her out was cute. On the other hand, Toichiro seems a bit more..like a businessman I guess, he does things depending on whether he thinks it’s worth it? Anyway, seeing from the prologue, the premise is pretty simple and cliche, but the guys seem pretty nice, so hopefully this will be good!🤭

Book I - Bonds (Dawn Chapter) Kinda scary to think that the heroine could get tossed into jail (or even killed!) for being an onmyoji, since the government is getting more into western science and wants to fully kick out this supernatural stuff that they think is unnecessary, especially when only those with spiritual powers can see Wraiths, so really, I guess it’s not really crazy to do from their perspective. It couldn’t be helped that the heroine had to reveal herself to Kyonosuke (guy in the Onikiri forces from the military), the heroine can’t let a poor innocent possessed person die in front of her when she has the powers to relieve him from the Wraith. But it’s still kinda saddening to think about Kyonosuke’s words though, that if they didn’t kill the possessed guy, then they would die, I wonder how many people have died because no onmyoji was there to save them… Pretty slack of them to force the heroine to help them banish Wraiths by keeping her father captive so she’ll do their bidding, I know they’re desperate, but the way they’re doing things is just so ughhh. Lol Kyonosuke! Not really an “offer” if the heroine barely has any choice on this situation!

I love the story of the amulet. I love how after her father knew how lonely the heroine got when she was young, he promised and made sure that no matter how busy he got, he’d have dinner every night with her. It’s a simple thing, but really important to stay connected considering how her mother had passed away and he has to work for them to live. That’s the most important thing though, being honest with your kid and doing your best to at least spend a little bit of time with them everyday even if it’s only a bit. Hmmm I wonder why Aoi can see Wraiths. Lmao at how prickly he is loll, but at least he kinda tried to thank her for saving his sketchbook. Akiyasu seems like a shy and nice onmyoji haha. I find it rather cute how Koga seems to help everyone in town solve their problems in a very charismatic way? He kinda has that “whatever happens happens” attitude, and yet he kinda bestows wisdom on the people whatever the outcome becomes to their problems, he’s pretty cool. It’s saddening the heroine doesn’t get to see her father, but I guess letters are better than nothing (assuming they actually give it). Ginnojo is a bookseller? So cutee when their hands touched and he blushed and froze up loll. Okay, omg, everyone is so cute in their own way, it was so adorable of Akiyasu to ask the heroine to come back to hang with him every now and then since he doesn’t have many friends, especially ones that are onmyoji. Lmao at Akiyasu getting out of his comfort zone and starting to babble on about facts on purification (the only way to defeat Wraiths since what the heroine learnt in the beginning only temporarily banishes them). Hmmm and in order to perform purifications, she needs to make contracts with five ayakashi and have a sacred weapon~ or not! The Kagura Bell wand she possesses has already made the contracts, so she just needs to find those ayakashi!

Gotta love Kuya’s priorities for ice cream, he stopped a thief just to get compensation for his dropped ice cream, although he got too lazy to chase after him haha. Mmm so the heroine is the reincarnation of the onmyoji who had this bell 1000 years ago, oh and the contracted ayakashi guys are reincarnations too! It’s kinda crazy that Yura has these past memories of 1000 years ago though, and dang he and Gaku are so cute~ Nice to see everyone so readily agreeing to help the heroine out to cleanse the Wraiths, but dang, Yura and Gaku are going to be living with her! Ooooh, they’re tsukumo-gami, so Yura is a dragon flute and Gaku is a hand drum! They’re items that have lived long enough to acquire an ayakashi soul, crazyyy. It’s quite cute with how fond of sweets Yura is haha, and oooh I was wondering what a milk hall is! Lmao at Kuya saying it serves milk, it apparently serves more westernised food and drinks, so it’s great for light snacks~ Ohh wow! Kuro is part of a circus group! That was unexpected. Ooh so, Ginnojo is so blue because he’s a Mizuchi Dragon which resembles water serpents? Gyaaa, Oji is an ayakashi with 100 eyes?? That sounds so scary… Hmmm Aoi is a Satori seer, so he has the power to read hearts and minds…interesting. And now the heroine has gathered up her party! And they’re all just having a picnic lmao, but it’s nice to see them all gathered up so fast and willingly helping her lol.

It actually sounds kind of saddening that Yura is cursed to only be able to play the song of death with his Dragon flute…but it’s sweet how much Gaku tries to look out for him. I wonder why Ginnojo tasks himself to get rid of these criminals in the town, did he used to do stuff like that? I really liked how the heroine approached them all. It was obvious that the purification was going to be a failure and the guys and her wouldn’t be united since they barely know each other, but it’s nice to see her acknowledge that and want to improve their relationship and be the comrades in arms that Ginnojo treats them as. Even if they may not be familiar with each other, they can just get to know each other better now and not rely on their past relationships that they don’t remember, and I agree with the heroine, the best way to do that is through food! It’s nice to see Oji and Aoi’s bonds are pretty deep, Aoi would risk his life to protect these flowers Oji really cherishes, whereas Oji expresses that these flowers can’t compare to how much he needs Aoi. I guess Aoi is really grateful to Oji for saving his life when he was on the verge of death, and even providing him a place here in the shop. Btw Aoi is so cute, I love how he tries so hard to hide his true feelings with his snarky words, but his blushing betrays him hahaha. Their previous appearances are so pretty!! I love them!

Akiyasu is really cool. He’s a soldier during the day because he hopes to repeal the laws on onmyoji, he thinks that they are necessary and for the best of the capital. So as he tries to do that in the daylight, he continues his onmyoji duties at night, he really doesn’t rest does he lol, but I guess he’s got his hands full with so much to fight for haha. I guess Kuya got his emblem back because he gained respect towards the heroine? Dangg he looks so different from back then though hahaha. I’m pretty glad that the heroine got to say her piece to Koga though, it’s nice that he’s so protective and caring all the time, but if they’re going to work together to defeat Wraiths, he’s got to learn to rely on her (at least sometimes lol!). Koga’s past self looks nearly exactly the same hahaha! Dang, older Yura looks hot! It’s nice to see them all united together to be able to defeat the Raiju, the CG is so pretty😄 I guess I’m surprised but also not really surprised that Akiyasu was the one wreaking havoc in the capital by putting hexes, spreading evil energy and Wraiths, to get revenge on this country that eliminated the Onmyo bureau and murdered his father for being an onmyoji. It’s saddening, but also understandable, especially when these people killed so many onmyoji (probably), and now they’re trying to rely on and force onmyoji to do their bidding again, how shameful could they get? But the true victims are the people who live in the capital, so yeah, that’s sad. Legit can’t believe Book I ended with Akiyasu hexing and possibly killing the heroine’s father?? That’s so terrible!

Overall, I quite like this game. It’s pretty simple, the story is straightforward, but still nice and it kinda makes you curious about what will happen because I feel like Book I is the true prologue hahaha. Although, I do admit that I don’t feel enough for the characters or the story yet to really say anything about who I like the most etc, I feel like it’s pretty slow and is taking its time with everything, so I think I’ll check out Book II and hope that I’ll have a better opinion on this hahaha. Otherwise, leveling up my ranks to get keys to read the story can be pretty tedious though. I only started reading the story after getting to rank 116 lolll. Hopefully I have enough keys… It’s still less tedious than Mr Love though loll.

[pinktatertots99]

Omg I loved your kid headcanons so much! T^T If it's not too much to ask, could you make a few more about the elf squad? Even though they're new, I love em already!

in general headcanons? alrighty. (i dunno whether you meant in general headcanons or kid headcanons. please send one in if you want kid headcanons. sorry my dumbass brain can’t read between the lines if you will.)

with the victorian inspired look you can’t deny some of em have used very old fashioned slang and terms. (elf seems to like using the word ‘simpletons’ a hell of a whole lot.)

they go all out with decorations for the holidays. with the festive type like kujyaku it’s no shocker there.

being the elders of the group isou and yakumo get teased into alot of “old man” teasing and jokes from the others. (they were around in samon and noriko’s flashbacks and when elf was a child.)

they end up having large dinners for 2 reasons. 1 because there’s many people and 2 because ido has thirds and fourths when he eats. there’s barely any leftovers left when he’s done.

these guys go through alot of mischief and goofing off and scarred man has absolutely no idea on.

when newer six would be the type to put his gum under EVERYTHING. it wasn’t till a few beatings from mei forced him to throw them away in trash cans for now on.

yakumo’s webs are EVERYWHERE. it’s a pain in the ass for the maids and the others aren’t all that fond of almost running into them.

manji and kojirou are the troublemakers of the group pranking everyone and being their energetic stupid selves.

mei has extra snacks he stashes away for ido on their errand runs. some days other times he forgets in the rush.

ikkaku miraculously played straight man in alot of the mischief before he got knocked on.

fourth’s insecurities of being older gave em an idea to give him a makeover one time…they told him afterwards the old look suited him better.

NEVER give manji candy. he has the sweetest tooth you’ll ever meet. (this headcanon’s a favorite of mine that sinny made)

kojirou doesn’t eat anything that LOOKS like a fish. he can eat things that don’t like fish sticks and sushi along with the others as long as no one tells him what they are. they didn’t wanna tell him what those things were actually made of. *six tried once but they stopped him cause they don’t need him freaking out everytime they have fish product lying around!*

elf is seen as their “little master” as he holds as much power over them as scarred man does since he’s his favorite. on the other hand he’s also treated as a somewhat equal when it comes to their adventures and such.

he’s also very babied by kujyaku ever since she was first hired to watch and raise him with fourth.

six wears headgear for his braces at night and will NEVER EVER show them to ANYONE.

alot of em actually help out with some cleaning so the maids aren’t alone on it. course it’s mostly minor things but hey less stuff to do on their lists.

[fisheito]

I just want to say your Yakumo art genuinely makes me smile. Thank you. Your obsession for him is very endearing.

?!?!?!!?!?!?!? oohhhhhh....... th...thank u..............;;;;;;;.... uhmm S . i. embarrassment wiggle. hmm.stares at ceiling this ask conjures the image of someone smiling at me while i endure something that doesn't affect them..... anon, i may be reading this ask wrong (and u actually DO main yaku) but.. lemme take this chance to show u how i view my audience:

[bloodyblessings-a]

i’ll make us a midnight snack.

coraline starters | accepting | @blocdhound

“I would like that. Thank you, Yakumo.” Isabella smiled up at the redhead just before he made his way towards the bar. Following not too far behind, she took a seat across the counter with hands laced together against her lap. Her bright blue eyes darted from shelf to shelf which held a variety of spices and drinks. The young Revenant began to wonder if he would make his signature Onigiri, or perhaps he would make something new.

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

ACCA 2 | Nanbaka 16 | SGRS 16 | Marginal #4 2 | Classicaloid 15 | Blue Exorcist: Kyoto Saga 2 - 3 | D Gray Man Hallow 1 | ReLIFE 2 - 6

The idea for D Gray Man Hallow from now on: Once all 2016 shows are done (rewatches or not), expect the 2016 ranking.

(ACCA 2)

What in Dante’s Inferno? I’m properly listening to the OP as it was intended in the anime…and it doesn’t quite look like what I expected.

I don’t like tomatoes, so no bread for me.

This is a cute…albeit unconventional way to introduce the series’ core concepts. Also, acorn berets.

Kabocha = pumpkin, while murasaki = purple. That’s made from purple lettuce, so I don’t blame ‘em for calling it that.

Mushroomhead = Rail.

I thought ACCA paid really high if he got cigarettes for free.

Oh no, is Nino going to go against Jean?

Bihinshitsu = equipment room.

2m 22 cm is over 6 foot…wow.

Walnut-topped cake filled with nuts.

The systems managers seem really incompetent…I suspect something’s up.

The guys all deilberately seem to have the same face.

A-hah. As I thought. (Dang you, title spoiler.)

If this ED were to evolve, it would be even better than Yuri on Ice’s OP. (That’s saying something.) Unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to be happening…

Doesn’t seem like there’ll be any title spoilers next time either.

(Nanbaka 16)

I’m less likely to skip Rin! Rin! Hi! Hi! than some of the other Ops when I’m watching. That does make it slightly unwieldy as a rewatching show, though.

“Wow, he’s trash.” – Dat me.

Samon has a brother?

In a world full of filial piety, the worst one can do is to insult someone else’s family.

I’m not very good with “kept secret” stories, which is why I’m trying to do “Next to Me” well enough…at least to my standards, anyway. My standards are very high, you know.

They must’ve done something to the snacks…

(Showa Genroku: Sukeroku Futatabi-hen 3)

The fireworks are so lifelike in this ep!

Daiku Shirabe…I found out about the story from an ANN article, so I should’ve seen its appearance coming…“Tamaya” is something you yell during fireworks displays. Apparently it was the name of a fireworks company somewhere along the line.

The flattening refers to how Yota had to bow for forgiveness, but I think I kinda explained that already.

“Shinuchissei”…Yota seems to slur the end of his sentences.

I actually went “WHAT?!” at Yota not being fazed by the big daddy boss.

Note for later: The baby (I heard his name was Shinnosuke) was born November 23rd.

The jazz soundtrack really sells this show.

...so this is the rant from Daiku Shirabe. It’s fast (compared to even the usual), but it has lots of heart. Plus the showcasing of the tattoo really did its significance justice.

I think the bridge is called Matsubashi (Pine Bridge).

Yota could’ve fabricated the shaking of his hands.…wow. Yota has such yaoi hands. Just what you’d expect from a former BL artist.

I thought Yakumo was more of a cat person. Whose dog is Hanako?

Aw. I felt sorry for Matsuda, even if I have a suspicion he feigned those tears. Well, regardless, now I know Matsuda has grandkids anyway…so win win.

I knew he was either summoning the master Sukeroku II pissed off or Sukeroku himself.

“Tou-chan” was an unexpected nickname I didn’t think Konatsu would use.

Update: I thought about it, and even Shinnosuke’s name takes after the legacy. Remember? Sukeroku used to be called Shin! 

(Marginal #4 2)

One of the things that makes this show stand out is the space-styled episode titles.

Ooh. Pretty cherry blossoms.

Pan shots. Of course.

I know this isn’t the sort of show that gets too much coverage, and I even think it looks a bit ugly at times (not to mention a bit weird) but when you’re not caught up on most of the other big idol shows, this is the best you can do.

I think game boy (orange twin…er, aka R)’s trying too hard with his terms.

Now that Atom is talking about heart, it really does look like he’s a Toshiki Masuda character through and through, although he doesn’t look very angry when he sounds angry. I’ll chalk that up to the art department.

“Don’t think, feel” seems to be attributed to lots of places, so I don’t know the original source. However, since game boy (um, aka R) cites a movie star, it’s apparently Bruce Lee (if my Google-fu serves me right).

L makes stuff sound deeeeep.

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! Rui wasn’t surprised by the juice.

Atom is such a Ryuu sometimes...

…okay, enough with the underwear jokes…The twin jokes are a bit weird. Plus the ships can be smelt from a mile away…but that’s not enough to save a show.

“Ore-sama”? I only just realised Atom uses such a term.

Enough about the lucky underwear! *flips table*

Oh, I saw Ayanokouji in the background at one point.

I’m with Rui most times, including the need for deduction.

I’m still questioning the sanity of someone who wrote an entire episode plot about lucky underwear.

Alright, since I feel brain dead after that, I’m going to drop it, meaning ACCA is the show that forges ahead. Well, I’m lucky I was hoping to watch FLCL to fill in the gap once I’m done with my 3 remaining rewatches at this point in time (ReLIFE, D Gray Man, Morose Mononokean). The latter two will have, from ep 7, fresh impressions, so hopefully you can look forward to them.  

(Classicaloid 15)

Selfies: a worldwide phenomenon…I never got into that stuff, but if I were to analyse ‘em, I’d say they tap into the human need to be self centred.

There’s something sad about seeing someone rejected, eve if that someone is a piece of trash like Sousuke…

The game the Classicaloids are playing appears to be a game of Life.

Unfortunately, Kanae’s right…again. Sad life for you, Sousuke.

Motz literally became a flippin’ Akoya, right down to wearing a dress. Plus, the Amazon brigade came back.

Aw, I really felt for the glasses guy, even if briefly.

“Basics of Programming”? Don’t need that for Garage Band, Sousuke.

Hanted house and cosplay café...

…eh? Tchaiko still calls herself a former member of Cla:Kla?

Oh. I never realised until now, but Hamamatsu + festival (matsuri) = Hamamatsuri.

With that song (Sousuke’s song), it’s a sad blooper reel.

(Blue Exorcist: Kyoto Saga ep 2)

I got a wallpaper of Shima trying not to laugh (it was from the official Blue Exorcist anime page, but only for a period around Shima’s b’day). So this ep is where it comes from.

“Bon” means “young master” anyway, so it doesn’t matter.

“…a herbal tea antidote…”

Kyoto is meant to be the imperial capital…at least around the 1700s, it was the imperial capital.

Mamushi means “pit viper”. She’s not one to mess with.

He’s got some reflexes, that Ryuji.

Uwabami is also a type of snake…I forgot which one though.

Wait, Uwabami’s the man?! Uwabami was a woman in Oumagadoki Zoo…

Seriously, are they all getting drunk on juice…? Oh, okay. So that’s what happened.

(ep 3)

Rin’s shirt says “Sankyu” in goroawase and English, LOL.

Even if you love weeds, please don’t smoke ‘em, kids.

I thought Rin was going to pull a Shaft head tilt out of nowhere when he looked back at Konekomaru.

Update: For efficiency, the tag for this one is “Chesarka watches AoEx”. However, I don’t normally refer to it as such. I’d probably refer to it as “Ao Eku” if I wee speaking (due to the season 1 DVD extras), but “Blue Exorcist” is the shortest mode of the name I’d use in typing format.

(D Gray Man Hallow ep 1)

I am familiar with this source material, so do be aware of that. However, I didn’t finish the anime the first time around, so do be aware of that too.

Sometimes the art style for this anime can be a little off. The noses can be a little too pointy and too close to the eyes, so on and so forth.Allen doesn’t even look like he’s blushing with this art style too…that’s a bit of a disappointment.

Even the golems have it in for each other…LOL.

Johnny has apparently been stealing the spotlight for quite some time, but I haven’t noticed it all that much. Probably because I read volumes 21 – 24 in one go…

I think.Cross Marian looks more like Grelle (Black Butler) than ever in colour.

Why does Lenalee have such a short skirt?

When even the masked guy has a sweatdrop, you know there’s trouble.

(ReLIFE ep 2)

Unfortunately for Kariu, I understand there is no “next time”…

I’ve found out even at 18, people don’t judge two people of different gender sitting together eating lunch…of course, cultural standards notwithstanding.

Stud earrings are fine if you play sports, I think.

According to Google-sensei, it’s only about $11, my country’s money. It’s not that much if you work…but knowing Japanese standards (which say you should focus on getting into uni before getting a job), it does seem a bit much for someone who doesn’t work and doesn’t get any allowance. So in a weird way, it does make sense to me.

...but you took Kariu’s hand when she offered you the rubber, Arata?

Hey, that joke was in Erased too.

Kazu-kun = Karamatsu…kinda. LOL.

I always seemed to understand Hishiron, and yet also understand Arata to some extent too. Maybe I’m the perfect in-between for these two. Probably because I tend to break off friendships as soon as the year ends, and yet prior friendships are a core part to my social strategy.

Unfortuately, the downside to “minimalistic” is that it’s obvious when it goes off model.

LINE sticker…LOL. LINE’s very popular in Japan.

(ep 3)

I’ve wondered whether Yayoi Sou is a lady or not. Considering the circumstances, it probably is that Sensei is a female.

Hideyo is the dude on the 1000 note, obviously.

Ah…fitness tests. The bane of youth. No one says “stupid loud” though.

Oh. Tamarai’s there around the time of Asaji’s throw.

Lookit that rabbit on Usa-sensei’s shirt. No one says “crazy athletic” either…you outdated subbers.

Akira (Inukai) is kinda like Yurio, come to think of it, eh?

Didn’t you just say it yourself (about you being old) though, Arata?

Yoake literally had a blank face there, LOL.

There appears to be a Sato GP on the way to Aoba. Huh.

Ah…a show’s a real classic if it makes you laugh every time…

(ep 4)

Where’s the guy who does sad interpretations of OPs and EDs? (This guy.)

I know your feels, Kariu. (see the Tumblr debacle for an instance of this)

There appears to be something about whales near the fishtank.

The cityscapes in this are so nice.

There’s a map of Japan on one wall of Kaizaki’s place.

Go forth, young Kariu! Pick up your fallen balls! (teehee)

CGI balls, LOL.

It’s creepy (but also dramatic) when the lights of the eyes are the last to move.

(ep 5)

Sumire! Her name means “violet” (the flower).

There are some nuances lost in translation, like yappari and the levels of formality…but those are typically lost.

This “lecture” is probably the highest point you can get in the show (so far). It’s times like this you can really see an author’s strengths in storytelling.

The piano really sells the Hishiro/Kaizaki meeting.

What a strange angle that “lean to the left” shot is.

I’ve found out swear words have a lot of leeway when it comes to levels of “oh no”. These swar words include yabai and temee. Due to the context of Wan! and the fact it was Chuuya who kept using them, I went with the nastier variants [in my scanlating days] but sometimes a non-swearing variant is enough. However, kirai (to dislike) is pretty nasty if you use it in Japanese.

Kaizaki’s delivery of these lines really sells their comedic effect. The electronic keyboard makes it sound like night, but also makes it sound 1) like night and 2) creepy, for some reason.

Freeter is almost as bad as NEET, Kaizaki.

There appears to be a 100 man (10 thousand) coin bank behind Yoake, which makes that...1000000 yen. (chorus in back: One million yen?!)

(ep 6)

Apparently someone tried to type the same Japanese words into Google and didn’t get the same results, LOL.

Hishiron uses a Mac, LOL.

“Thanks for having us” probably isn’t the right words for it. Ojamashimasu means “sorry for intruding”, but it sounds heavily formal when translated, so I can see why the subbers did what they did though.

*laughs* MDs (minidiscs)? I know what they are, even though they’re meant to be completely dead by now. Apparently they’re a product of the 90s that never caught on..although I admit I’ve never used an MD in my life, let alone held one. It does kinda look like a floppy disc, though. (chorus in back: You poke through old stuff too much, don’t you?)

Those fadeout cups are so cool! I want one.

Ah, maths. The sad thing about my life is that up until a certain point I was good at maths. Then the hard stuff came up and I started to fail.

I thought it was Third Street Oga was talking about, but it’s 3rd chome, sort of like a suburb.

Knowing An, she may have deliberately put Oga out of the way for her own purposes…if you know what I mean.

CGI car just ruined the suspenseful mood, dangit.

Sometimes I just turn off my volume and turn on some music on Spotify. That way, you can make your own soundtrack.

Why did Arata have such a dumb face in the thought bubble?

Wow, she’s a real fujoshi, that one [An].

“Dude”? I cringe so much at her use of it, despite the fact I use it myself. 

You liar, Onoya. Knowing who subject 1 was means that I know they couldn’t have even thought about that part…