#yes even yokai watch 3

[miko2495]

What are the chances of any yokai watch games being announced on Level5 Vision 2023 II?

And if it might be, what do you think it is?

[sprenthecreator]

IMPURITIES EP. 3 | The Poison

Male reader x Kazuha

word count: 11.8k

tags: teasing (a lot), brat zuha with daddy kink is always the best zuha

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Thank goodness the tour was over, and you hadn't died in the process.

To your surprise, all the girls behaved like civilized and responsible people during the remaining weeks. Even Kazuha, who sometimes took it upon herself to give you headaches, had stayed out of the way and hadn't caused any problems with her typical bratish behavior. Eunchae was almost never a thorn in your side; she was an angel 90% of the time. But you were still grateful that she hadn't let the other 10% win.

On the other hand, Chaewon had paid you occasional visits at night to sleep with you, without causing a fuss or being too annoying. Yunjin was very much in her element; she had spent all those days training her vocal skills and composing songs in her room. The one who was arguably giving you the hardest time was, ironically, the oldest of the five. Sakura wasn't lying when she said you'd won over a hungry Yokai, as she made you come to her room at least every other day so you could fuck her in every possible hole. Sometimes you weren't very willing, whether due to mental exhaustion or stress, but you preferred that to letting her become unbearable.

When you returned to Korea, the air was relieved knowing that everyone would be able to get a break. The next comeback cycle was approaching, but you would have two and a half weeks of vacation before then. Neither you nor the girls had travel plans during that time, so you were going to continue living together in the house for a while.

Because yes, you lived together in one house.

During the first year, it wasn't like that. They lived in their usual dorm, and you lived in your apartment ten minutes away. But starting at a certain point in 2023, when Antifragile had already been a global success, the company decided to invest in a big house on the outskirts of the city for the six of you to live there. The explanation had been that this would streamline the work process and cut logistics costs. Although you felt there were loopholes in that excuse.

The girls weren't entirely happy at first, and to be honest, neither were you. Just like you, they valued the privacy of a shared dormitory all to themselves, and by now living with you, they thought they'd be watched at all times. But luckily for them, you weren't a snitch or a weirdo. The solution you implemented was simple: the first floor for you, and the second for them. On your floor, you'd have everything you needed, and if you needed to go upstairs, you'd do so with full notice. That ended up convincing them.

A year later, complaints about daily living were few and far between. They argued more often with each other than they did with you. That wasn't your problem anymore, so you didn't interfere; you simply listened to the shouting from the comfort of your floor. Occasionally, you had to intervene from the stairs to get them to shut up, but generally speaking, you were comfortable living together.

Now, having to cook for five people was a real pain, but you were lucky that Yunjin loved cooking, and she often helped you when she wasn't busy with her own things. Waking them up was also a pain sometimes, since you couldn't get into their rooms using the traditional method. No, you had to blow up Chaewon's phone with calls, and often the idiot left it on vibrate, in which case you had to turn to Sakura to do the job.

But despite the problems, you could safely say that the best time of your life had begun thanks to that, and it had been the sowing of a harvest of memories of all kinds that you treasured in your heart. There was no way you would regret it. Not for a single second.

Even less so recently, when your relationship with three of the girls had taken on a completely new dimension that promised interesting things.

None of them had commented on it, but you knew what they were thinking. The tension was palpable. It was only a matter of time before you received something. Whether it was a visit to your room, a photo, a message, a glance. Anything. And you weren't crazy to think that: days ago, when you were still in the US, Chaewon had let you know that you would receive clues. That you shouldn't expect them to come directly and ask you explicitly and that you should also do your part. You didn't entirely know how you would do that, but in time your mind would open up.

That was another thing. You still weren't entirely sure how to feel about being... whatever you were to them now. It felt wrong. You certainly weren't a prude, and you were crazy about women—especially those women. But it didn't quite feel right. Maybe it was just a matter of time before you got used to it, and you honestly hoped so, because if you dared to waste this opportunity life had handed you on a silver platter, you'd never forgive yourself.

Still, it was a situation that had to be handled with caution, because it was extremely easy for it to spiral out of control. Whether it was due to unrespected boundaries or worse: unintentionally generated feelings. You were very careful about that, of course. But you couldn't control how any of the girls felt, and that made you anxious.

Chaewon was the one you were most careful with, because to be honest, you felt a lot of chemistry with her. A little too much, maybe. And consequently, your treatment of her was... slightly different. Not too different to avoid raising suspicions, but you cut short every little intimate moment you two had after fucking with the classic excuse that you had work to do.

Although if you thought about it, you'd already let her sleep with you more than once during the tour, and a couple of times you weren't even intimate...

You were going to play dumb, yeah.

Yunjin had been the first to desecrate—as far as you knew—the roof you lived under, just a day after you'd settled back there after arriving in Korea. It happened at night, when, after she'd showered and while the other girls were sleeping, she caught you watching Breaking Bad at two in the morning in the living room, wrapped in only a stupidly short towel that barely covered anything.

Aside from that, neither Chaewon nor Sakura made a move. But not for any specific reason; most likely they just didn't feel like it. They continued to behave normally.

But Kazuha was acting strange.

Spending so much time with her over the past year helped you notice the unusual patterns of behavior. Something didn't add up. Mostly, it was small details that led you to think that. Ways of greeting you in the morning, discreet glances for no apparent reason, sudden mood swings when you interacted with her, and even leaving out of nowhere while you were all chatting together. As if being around you made her nervous.

She knew something, you were sure.

They were girls, and they spent a lot of time together, so surely one of the three had told her about their experiences with you. Everything pointed to Sakura, since she was the one she spent the most time with during those days. That was dangerous. If Chaewon or Yunjin had told her, you knew they would have been subtle about it, not sharing too much information or details. But Kura was a different breed. That girl didn't mince words, and you feared she'd have given Kazuha a wealth of details about what you and her were up to. That included how you fucked, where, when, and you were sure she'd even given her details about how big your...

Yeah, bad business. Not only because she knew, which was already a problem. But because you feared retaliation.

Kazuha might have seemed like a chill, carefree girl, with a typical joking attitude. But behind that innocent mask, you knew she was hiding a malevolent being with a meticulous way of acting. She was just the kind of woman who could tell you the best joke in the world and two hours later sell you out to some drug cartel in exchange for an Overwatch skin. A somewhat exaggerated analogy, but one that fit perfectly with her deceitful nature.

Time soon proved you right.

That day you woke up early in the morning, as usual. Sunlight was beginning to bathe the interior patio, forcing you to open your eyes since it was right in front of you behind the glass wall. After rubbing your eyes and gathering your willpower, you got up from the sofa bed you were sleeping on and walked, with the cold wooden floor beneath your feet, to the bathroom to brush your face and brush your teeth.

After finishing your basic personal hygiene routine, you left the bathroom and turned up the air conditioning since you were freezing. Then you walked to the other side of the house. In the kitchen, you went to the far right of the counter behind the island and turned on the espresso machine to let it warm up. While waiting, you sat in a chair at the dining table to quickly check your email and social media once you were sure you didn't have anything important to do.

That time of day was your favorite. Peaceful. Silent. With nothing but the distant sound of birds perching in the nearby trees. In your profession, those moments were to be cherished for how rare they were, and you let absolutely nothing disturb you during them. Not while any of the brats...

Movement to your left, just at the bottom of the stairs.

"Good morning, manager-nim," Zuha said, passing behind you to go to the refrigerator. You followed her with your eyes, your brow furrowed in confusion but also in disbelief. She was wearing only a white T-shirt that barely covered her bottom, and she was barefoot.

"What the hell are you doing up at this hour, Nakamura?" was the first thing that escaped your mouth. "Especially you."

"What time is it?" Zuha asked, her hand on the refrigerator handle. You weren't surprised at how beautiful she still looked without makeup and just waking up.

"7 in the morning."

"Oh, my biological clock must have gotten messed up," she shrugged and opened the refrigerator door, disappearing behind it. Seconds later, she closed it, a small carton of strawberry milk in her other hand. "You don't mind a little morning company, do you?"

Your gaze fell as Kazuha leaned against the refrigerator and put one leg in front of the other, pressing her thighs together and barely revealing her crotch. You quickly looked away.

"I don't care," you admitted, shaking your head. You looked back down at your phone, but a few seconds later, you looked back at her. "Are you just going to stand there or what?"

"Does it bother you?"

You inhaled a deep breath and let it out with your eyes closed.

"No, Kazuha, it doesn't bother me."

"Great."

The ten minutes you usually let the espresso machine heat up had already passed, so you stood up and went to check if it was ready. Once you confirmed it, the next step was to grind the coffee beans, but you kept them in a cupboard right above the refrigerator. You made a move to get it, but Kazuha was in the way.

"Oh, do you need anything?" Zuha asked, sipping the strawberry milk carton through the straw.

"Yes, the coffee beans," you pointed. "Please move aside."

"I'll get it for you! Hold this for a second."

Zuha held the small carton against your chest for you to take and looked up at the cupboard, then stood on her tiptoes, raising her arms, and, consequently, pushing her shirt up enough so you could clearly see her ass and cheeky black panties.

"These here?" Zuha asked, taking the bag. She didn't seem to notice you were staring at her beautiful rear end, and if she did, she didn't care in the least.

"Uh... yeah."

Zuha took them and stood back on her heels. She then took the milk carton from you and handed you the coffee beans. Her expression indicated that she was completely pretending that what happened a second ago hadn't happened. The air inside the house was cold, it was impossible for her not to have noticed.

It was foul play, and at your distinct disadvantage, since you couldn't do the same.

"Thanks," you simply said, and tried to focus on your damn espresso, which was all you'd wanted since you woke up.

As you ground approximately 15 grams of coffee, Zuha disappeared from your peripheral vision. You heard her take steps behind you, and all you heard were her sipping on the straw. It was the typical moment when a lion played dumb seconds before snapping its jaws at its prey.

After grinding the coffee, you picked up the portafilter, washed it, and dried it thoroughly with a dry cloth before adding the ground coffee. Then you picked up the tamper and applied gentle pressure to level the coffee inside the filter. Finally, you prepared to slide the portafilter into the machine.

"Manager-nim, why is Chaewonie sleeping with you lately?" Zuha asked from behind you.

The question caught you off guard, and since your brain wasn't prepared to handle both tasks at the same time, you dropped the portafilter, creating a mess of ground coffee on the counter and the floor beneath your feet.

"Fucking shit!" you cursed, slamming the counter so hard that the side of your fist ached.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry!" Zuha said. Her shock didn't seem to be faked.

"It’s okay, it wasn't your fault."

Yes, it was. But you weren't going to tell her that.

With your teeth clenched in anger, you went to the left, toward the small utility room where you kept the cleaning supplies.

"Let me help you!" Zuha said, hopping off the counter she was sitting on just as you turned the doorknob.

Zuha reached you, and with her back to you, squeezed into the narrow space between you and the door. As she did so, she deliberately pushed her hips back and rubbed her ass against your bulge to enter the room. You froze, staring into space as she grabbed a dustpan and broom.

"Zuha, you don't need to..."

"Bullshit!" Zuha interrupted you, repeating the same process, only this time she stood still for a moment while her ass pressed against your bulge. She looked at you over her shoulder. "Let me help you, grump!"

Zuha stepped away and went to sweep up the coffee grounds you'd dropped, leaving you in a state of horniness that you suppressed as much as possible. But she played another damn trick. For some reason, she found it necessary to bend over to pick up who knows what damn thing from the floor, consequently giving you a glimpse of her panties, specifically, her slit from behind. She stayed in that position for a few seconds, making sure you saw as much of her cameltoe as possible before standing up.

"Nakamura, what the fuck are you doing?" you asked, feeling your cock harden beneath your boxers. You hid it with your left fist, gripping your forearm with your other hand.

"Huh?" Zuha turned to you, wiping the counter with a kitchen towel. "Helping you. Can't you see or what?"

"That's not what I meant."

"Then I have no idea what you're talking about, manager-nim," Zuha shook her head, shrugging.

Damn brat. Why the hell was she doing that? It was now certain that she knew everything. But why tease you like that? Was she resentful in some way? Or did she just like to play with her prey like cats do? It could very well have been a mix of both, which made it twice as terrifying since you didn't know how far she was going to take it before actually dropping the bombshell.

A damn mouse being stalked by a snake. Great.

"Forget it," you sighed, and went to help her with the mess you'd made because of her.

About five minutes later, the floor and counter were as clean as ever. Kazuha carried the broom and dustpan back to the utility room and came back with you as you repeated the same process with the coffee beans, her lower back resting on the edge of the counter to your left. Her gaze was attentive to everything you did, like a curious cat.

"Are you going to learn how to make espresso for the girls or what?" you asked as you started the extraction.

"No, it's just fun to watch," Zuha replied. "It's... relaxing."

"Sure," you nodded, looking up at her as you dusted off your hands. "Are you going to tell me the real reason you got up at this hour, or will you keep me guessing all day?"

"I already told you: my biological clock must have been messed up. I don't know."

You chuckled.

"If I hadn't known you for three years, maybe I'd believe you, Nakamura."

"Are you calling me a liar?" Kazuha raised her eyebrows.

"Yes."

"That's very rude of you, manager-nim," she crossed her arms and pouted. "But I think you're being a bit hypocritical."

"Oh yeah? And why?"

"Remember when I asked you in Chicago why Chaewonie hadn't woken up in her bed, and you told me it was because she had plans with Kura that night?" Zuha pushed back from the counter and faced you, staring into your eyes. "Guess what? Kura-chan said Chaewonie never went to her room that night. Who lied to me?"

Shit. She'd put you between a rock and a hard place. Kura was a damn snitch.

"She must have been playing a trick on you or something," you replied. "I'm pretty sure I saw them together that night."

"Hypocrite," Zuha snapped.

"I'm not lying to you, Nakamura."

"You are," Zuha took a step forward without taking her eyes off you, entering your personal bubble. "And the more you do it, the deeper you dig your own grave."

"Kazuha, I swear I don't know what you're talking about. She was..."

"You're fucking her too, manager-nim?" Zuha blurted out, leaving you hanging. "I know you did it with Sakura. She told me everything. So..." she closed the distance between your bodies, pressing hers against your side and her thigh against your crotch. Her shirt lifted again, and you caught a glimpse of her left buttock. "Are you going to tell me the truth, or are you going to make this more complicated for yourself?"

It took a tremendous amount of willpower not to touch her, as her toned body felt way too good against yours. Her hot breath against your neck didn't help either.

"So what if I did?" you asked, trying your best not to look at her as Kazuha rubbed her thigh between your legs. "Are you going to tell PD Nim everything or something?"

"No way. I'm not a snitch," Zuha retorted. "Come on, stop being a damn liar and speak."

As much as you wanted to, her damn thigh was being a severe distraction, keeping your thoughts from organizing. Kazuha knew it, and that's why, apart from her thigh, she reached down to grab your already hard cock and gently squeezed it to short-circuit you.

"Did the cat eat her tongue, manager-nim?" Zuha murmured near your ear, tightening her fingers around the outline of your cock through your sweatpants.

"Shit," you gasped, closing your eyes as you pressed your lips together. "Nakamura, stop playing..."

"I'm not playing," Zuha retorted, reaching inside your sweatpants and boxers for your cock. "You wish I was playing."

How easy it would be to lose your temper, grab her by the waist, and fuck her from behind against one of those countertops. For God's sake, you were going to go crazy.

"Yes, Nakamura, I fucked Chaewon," you managed to say, but very quietly as Kazuha massaged your cock beneath her fingers.

"Excuse me?" Zuha brought her ear to your mouth, then pulled your cock out of your sweatpants and masturbated you with her five fingers at a pace that felt too good. "I don't think I heard you quite right."

You brought your hands to your head and let it fall back, feeling all your sanity drain from your body. The situation reminded you of when Chaewon and Yunjin forced information out of you at the hotel pool in New York. Same damn helplessness.

"You're a damn..." you trailed off as she moved her wrist faster.

"What did you say?" Zuha tilted her head, and before continuing her handjob, she spat a decent amount of saliva into her hand.

"F-for God's sake! Fine! I fucked Chaewon!" you finally managed to spit out loud and clear enough for her to hear.

Kazuha then stopped abruptly. Something inside you told you that you should have expected that given how everything had played out, but you still groaned in frustration. She quickly took a couple of steps back, knowing that in the midst of desperation you could try something.

"Good to know, then," was all she said, her lips curled into a damned smirk at having gotten her way. "I think I'll go back to bed, manager-nim. Sleep hit me again."

"You fucking..."

"I'll see you later!" Kazuha said, and upon reaching the other side of the kitchen island, she turned her back to you and took off her shirt, revealing her magnificent, perfect ass and completely bare back as she walked toward the stairs, her T-shirt crumpled in a line that covered her small tits.

When Zuha came back up, she left you there alone, cock out and horny as hell. You had no choice but to finish the job she'd started, using the saliva she'd left on your shaft to do it.

And well, it was the best jerk-off of your life. Why deny it?

After cumming and cleaning up the embarrassing mess you'd made, you finally settled down to drink your damn espresso, with the damned uncertainty of not knowing what the hell Kazuha wanted from you. She'd already gotten what she wanted, and you suspected it was nothing more than a green light to act without any qualms. A position that only harmed you, of course.

For the next two days, you and her didn't talk much, but that was exactly what she wanted, since she knew your attention was going to be on her anyway. Kazuha wandered around the house, usually without pants or wearing clothes that were too tight and without a bra. Like any intelligent person, you tried not to pay too much attention to her, but she had her ways of making sure you always saw her, like walking right past you while you were using your laptop or bending over in ways that forced you to lift your head.

It was a damn torment you weren't sure how long you could endure, and that Kazuha could prolong as long as she wanted until you were begging for pussy. Maybe that was what she wanted after all: for you to lose all dignity and get on your knees before her and act like a pathetic, desperate dog. You were better than that, luckily.

That day was Friday night. Chaewon, Kura, and Eunchae had recently gone out to dinner, and it was just Yunjin, who was locked in her room, you, and Kazuha, whom you hadn't heard from all day. In Chaewon's words, she was spending the whole day to herself, and they had decided to leave her alone and not bother her.

Which meant you were certain no one was going to bother you. By the time you lay down on your sofa bed, you'd already eaten dinner and taken a shower, and were snuggled up under your blanket, reading a book with ambient noise in your AirPods to help you focus.

A while passed, and you were completely immersed in your reading, already feeling relaxed and ready to sleep in a couple of hours.

Until you felt a couple of taps on your right shoulder that nearly made your heart leap out of your body. The shock was such that your book fell into your lap.

"...Sorry!" was what you managed to hear. Taking out your AirPods, you looked over your shoulder to find Kazuha standing behind you, dressed in a tight black tracksuit consisting of tiny shorts and a sports bra under which she was wearing nothing. She was all sweaty, her hair tied in a high bun. It was probably the hottest thing she had ever looked.

"This better be important, Nakamura," you gasped, feeling like your heart was going to jump out of your chest from how fast it was beating.

"Did I scare you that much?"

You didn't even respond, just stared at her, lips set in a line and eyes expressionless.

"Okay, okay, sorry. Well, I came to ask for your help with something."

Kazuha was breathing a little ragged; she'd probably just finished training a little while ago.

"I was going to sleep in a bit."

"It'll be quick! I promise!" She clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture. "I just need you to help me with my stretches."

You let out a deep breath. This wasn't going to end well for you, you were sure of it. It was the perfect excuse for her to tease you even more. The option of refusing was growing stronger inside you, but fuck... what a damn sexy body. Tight in every corner and glistening with sweat. It wasn't fair at all.

"Okay, Nakamura," you nodded with a sigh, swishing your feet off the couch to slide them into your Crocs. "But hurry up. I'm already sleepy."

"Hai!" Zuha nodded, and ran to find a yoga mat she'd left nearby to spread it out in the space between the carpet and the glass wall that led to the inner patio. "Just stand behind me, okay?"

"Behind... you?" You wrinkled your brow, taking hesitant steps to stand on the mat with her.

Kazuha was the one who turned around so her back was to you. Your gaze inevitably dropped to her ass, and then quickly back to her when she looked over her shoulder at you.

"Hey, focus," Zuha chided you.

You raised your hands and shrugged.

Zuha looked straight ahead again, and took a couple of small steps back to be as close to you as possible, her ass rubbing against your crotch. Then, she opened her feet to the sides and bent fully forward to plant her hands against the mat, stretching her back. But it also gave you a prime view of that beautiful ass you were tempted to grab.

"Put your hand on the center of my back and push down, manager-nim," Zuha said. "I hope you don't mind the sweat."

You didn't mind in the slightest. Not when it came to her. To be completely honest, you could perfectly well lick every drop without objection.

Carefully, you placed the palm of your hand above Kazuha's lower waist and pressed down. Kazuha let out a low, almost inaudible moan and proceeded to stretch out on both sides, touching her toes with her fingers. A couple of seconds later, she straightened and turned around. You were so close that her body heat spread to you.

"Hold still," Kazuha said, taking a couple of steps back before bending forward again, this time keeping her back in a straight line before holding onto your waist. Her face was dangerously close to your bulge. "Do the same to my back."

You weren't sure it was necessary; she seemed to be doing all the work herself. But you didn't hesitate, placing your hand in the same position as a moment ago to apply gentle pressure. Kazuha groaned again, and you were petrified when she craned her neck slightly and pressed the tip of her nose against your bulge.

"Nakamura..." you said under your breath, but she didn't seem to hear you.

Kazuha craned her neck a little further and pressed her mouth against it before standing up again, an amused look on her face.

"Are you finished?" you asked with a glimmer of hope, feeling yourself starting to get hard.

"Almost there," Zuha replied, turning her back to you again to kneel on the mat. "Come on, behind me. Above my heels."

You sighed and obeyed, kneeling with her heels below your crotch, which was essentially rubbing against her ass. Kazuha must have sensed how hard you were, because you managed to catch a hint of a smile on her face.

"You'll do the same to my back," Zuha said, before bending her upper torso down, arms stretched out in front of her, head between them. Her ass looked delicious again under your eyes, round and firm as it was raised. Besides, the tiny shorts made part of her asscheeks peek out. If only you could pull those damn shorts down and...

With your eyes closed so as not to lose control, you placed your hand where Kazuha indicated. But this time, just to treat yourself, you pushed your hips forward a little and pressed your hard bulge fully against her ass. Kazuha moaned under her breath as she discreetly pressed her ass against you as well. She wasn't even stretching properly anymore; she only cared about whatever you were doing at the moment.

"Wah," she sighed, finally sitting back on her heels a few seconds later. "That feels so good."

"Are we done?" you asked, looking away with your hands in your lap. You had no idea why you were covering your boner if you'd already made her feel it on purpose, but you did it anyway.

"No, but all that's missing are my legs," Zuha replied. "And that's the most important thing."

"Of course it is," you said, tired.

Kazuha gestured for you to move to the side. As you did, she lay back on the mat facing you, her arms tucked into her body and her legs together. Then, she brought up a bent leg and grabbed the top of her calf to press it against her torso.

"You know what to do, right?" Kazuha asked, peeking out from behind her knee to look at you.

"You're assuming I know more than I actually do," you replied, kneeling beside her.

"Just press my thigh as far toward me as you can. It's easy."

"What if I hurt you?"

"You're not going to hurt me, silly. Come here."

You could have done that perfectly well from where you were, but Kazuha patted the opposite thigh. She wanted you to sit there, probably because it was the closest your crotches could be to each other. A meticulously malevolent being, you weren't wrong about that.

Cursing under your breath, you went and straddled her where she'd said, pressing her thigh toward her body with both of your hands. Aside from the cold sweat, her flesh felt firm beneath your fingers, the product of years and years of her ballerina training and now her workouts.

"Mmm, I think there might be a better angle for this," Kazuha murmured, and writhed beneath you to lower her position, consequently pressing your crotches together. Only then did you realize her pussy was poking through the fabric of her shorts, and your painfully hard bulge was rubbing against it.

"Fuck, Nakamura," you gasped, your fingers circling the back of her thigh. "Is this really necessary?"

"You agreed to help me, didn't you?" Zuha asked, glancing at your privates rubbing against each other.

"Yes, but..."

"Then don't complain. Now for the other leg."

You let go of her thigh so she could stretch out her leg and you could straddle her. She then brought her other leg up, and you held her thigh towards her body. The torturous process was the same. Now your cock was throbbing, and you didn't know where to look to hide your embarrassment.

"Having fun, huh?" Zuha ventured, and you knew what she meant without even looking at her.

"I think we have different concepts of what having fun is, Nakamura," you replied.

"You're wrong. It's the same for both of us. You're just more closed-minded about it than I am."

You chuckled. What a damn nerve she had, saying that.

Before you could respond, Kazuha lifted her hips and deliberately began grinding against your bulge. She even made you release her thigh so she could get better range of motion. Her crotch then began massaging your cock up and down, making you gasp.

"This is your concept of fun?" you asked, looking into her eyes.

"I don't know... you like it?" Zuha tilted her head and looked down at your bulge. She bit her lip. "No, you definitely like it. That's a silly question."

It was about to happen, you were sure of it. There was no way out. And since there wasn't, you finally dared to take a step forward.

Somewhat hesitantly, you placed your hand on Zuha's toned abdomen, then slowly lowered it until your thumb was touching her pussy. Zuha smiled, biting the tip of her tongue, and moaned when you circled near what you knew was her clit.

But just when you thought she was reaching out to return the favor, she put her hand on your abdomen and pushed you back with unexpected force. You fell onto your ass as she pulled away.

"You've got to be kidding me..." you said through gritted teeth, feeling the anger grow up within you.

"Thank you for your help, manager-nim," Zuha said, standing up. Her mischievous smile made your blood boil. "I know you must be very sleepy, so I'll let you go to bed."

"You're fucking despicable," you said as she picked up the mat, pulling it out from under you.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" Zuha raised her eyebrows, rolling up the mat. You didn't respond. "Yeah, I thought so."

Zuha then tucked the rolled-up mat under her arm and blew you a kiss before heading back the way she came, leaving you once again with a painful boner under your shorts and horny as hell. You cursed under your breath. It was partly your damn fault, for not having the balls to take charge of the situation. But what could you do? It was just common sense, since your position didn't give you the freedom to do whatever you wanted. Caution, you called it.

But your reasons for caution were running out, as was your patience. It was clear she wanted you to do something, and she wouldn't be like the other three girls, who would make their wishes clear from the start. No, Zuha wanted you to take the initiative, and she was poking you with a stick like a sleeping animal, just to see how long you could hold out until you swallowed your pride and gave in to your anger.

You had already swallowed your pride when you touched her a few moments ago. Now it only remained to see how much further your patience threshold could extend until you exploded, and that wouldn't be far.

That night you slept bitterly, not even wanting to masturbate to appease how horny you were. You would save yourself for her, for when the time came.

The next day passed peacefully. The girls had arrived from dinner in the early hours; you knew this since they woke you from your sleep just to notify you. They slept until 2 p.m., and later everyone—except for Eunchae, who went to visit her parents—was getting ready downstairs to party.

"Kim Chaewon, don't you dare turn off your phone," you warned, walking beside her as you escorted them out. Sakura, Yunjin, and Kazuha went ahead. "Keep me up to date as much as you can. I get anxious when you all go out."

Chaewon stopped and took your hand, careful not to let the others notice. That made you look at her.

"I promise to keep you updated, sweetheart," she said softly, taking a step toward you that immediately made you nervous. Her eyes landed on yours. "Stop worrying so much and trust me."

All the anxiety and worries subsided with that. A strange sense of relief washed over you through her sweet tone of voice and sparkling eyes. Hell fucking no. If you started having feelings for that girl, you were screwed.

But instead of drawing a line and making your position clear, you squeezed her hand in gratitude and gave her a small smirk. It felt good to do so, so you didn't regret it. At least not yet.

"Fine, sorry," you nodded, letting go of her hand. "What time are you planning on coming back?"

"Around 2 am," Chaewon replied. "Depends on how quickly we get in. I don't think it'll be long."

"Take care, then."

Chaewon glanced quickly at the girls, and when she confirmed they weren't looking, she stood on her tiptoes to give you a small kiss on the cheek before joining the others. The spot where her kiss fell felt warm, and now you had the emotional tide against you for not having been quick enough to avoid it.

You quickly said goodbye to the girls and followed them with your eyes as they left the house. But Zuha stopped suddenly and looked at them with a hand on her stomach and a furrowed forehead. On pure instinct, you took a couple of steps forward, worried.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Kura asked.

"Cramps," Kazuha replied, slouching slightly. "I think I need to go to the bathroom."

"Oh, we'll wait for you then."

"No, no," Zuha shook her head, putting one foot back inside the house. "I know this won't stop for a while. Go without me."

"Are you sure? You've been saying all day you needed a drink."

"I'd rather have my stomach healthy than a drink."

Kura pouted.

"As you wish," Kura took her hand in a rather motherly manner. "I'll call you later to check on you, okay?" Then she looked at you. "Manager-nim, make her some chamomile tea, will you?"

"Sure," you nodded.

Kazuha hugged the girls goodbye and closed the door herself. You stood there in the hall, waiting for her to turn to you.

"Do you need anything else?" you asked her as she walked toward you with a pained expression. "I'll make you the chamomile right away."

"I'm fine," Zuha replied, passing by you. "I just need that and rest. Thank you."

Zuha hurried up the stairs to the second floor, and you went straight to the kitchen to prepare her chamomile. Minutes later, the water was boiling, ready to put the sachet in. You would leave it for about ten minutes to let the flavor settle. While you waited, you decided to text her.

The minutes passed, and there was no response from her. You didn't find it strange; she was probably feeling really bad and had her phone away. It was best not to pressure her.

When enough time had passed, you took out the chamomile sachet and threw it in the trash. Then, you went to the fridge to find a lemon and cut it in half, to add a small splash of juice to your tea. Finally, you poured the tea into a porcelain cup and added sugar, not too much so as not to overpower the chamomile and lemon. The smell made you want to take a sip yourself.

You were about to take the cup to her when you received a message. It was her, and you almost slipped on the first few steps. There was a damn tap-to-see photo.

If you had dropped your jaw any further, you probably would have opened a hole in the floor. The photo was of her in a hot, skimpy lingerie set that you couldn't figure out how she managed to put on so quickly. It consisted mostly of interconnecting black velvet straps that ran all over her naked body, forming a triangle above her navel, from which two straps branched off on either side to connect with those that ran down to the sky-blue lace bows she had around each thigh, while the third went up to connect with the straps that circled the outline of her small tits to form a choker around her neck. The panties also consisted solely of straps, which highlighted her beautiful, perfectly shaved pussy. The icing on the cake were the lace details here and there: under her breasts, on her shoulders, the bows that encircled her thighs, and a small piece between the square formed by the straps over her pussy.

Very hot, yes. The boner had been instant. But you were overlooking something very important: that damn slut had fooled you all.

You hurriedly left the cup of chamomile tea in the kitchen and then ran to the second floor. Up there, you moved with long, impetuous strides, breathing like a rabid bull. When you reached the room Kazuha and Chaewon shared, you flung open the door and entered like an unstoppable force of nature, slamming it shut. The mythomaniac princess was on her own bed, face down, her back to the door. From there, the view of her naked ass was perfect.

Hearing you enter, Kazuha looked over her shoulder at you. She raised her calves to cross her feet and block your view of her pussy.

"I'm so fucking tired of you," you said, taking slow steps toward the bed.

"Yeah, but does this lingerie look cute  on me or nah?" Zuha asked.

That was it. You couldn't take it anymore.

Almost without thinking, you took off the sweater you were wearing and threw it on the floor, striding toward the bed. Kazuha rolled over and positioned herself on her back, just in time for you to pounce on her and crash your lips against hers.

Kazuha moaned as she received your kiss, immediately wrapping her arms around your neck and her strong legs around your torso. She arched her back, pressing your bodies together and giving you the space to slide your hands underneath. You ran your hands up and down her back, feeling every muscle beneath your fingertips. Then you moved down to her thighs, pressed on either side of your waist, squeezing and rubbing them with the palms of your hands, careful not to damage the lace of the bows.

"Mmm, you took a while," Kazuha moaned against your lips, and reached between your bodies to grasp your cock through your sweatpants and knead it. She quickly got you hard. "You even made me use my last weapon."

"Last weapon? You've been running away from me all these damn days, what the fuck did you expect me to do?" You snapped, as Kazuha pulled down your sweatpants and boxers a little, freeing your hard cock.

"Have I really been running away, manager-nim?" Zuha asked between kisses. Her fingers wrapped around your shaft, rubbing it slowly. "Or is it that you just didn't have the balls to tame me this whole time?"

Oh, so that's where it was going, huh? Good.

"You're a fucking insufferable slut," you murmured, testing the waters.

"Mmm, yes," Zuha moaned, and moved her hand faster on your cock. "Tell me that again."

"I said two things. Which one? You're more of one than the other."

"Oh come on, stop playing around, manager-nim," Zuha gasped. She really wanted you to repeat it.

"You wish I was playing around, Nakamura."

You pulled away from Kazuha's lips and went straight down to her small breasts. Kazuha inevitably had to let go of your cock to place her hands between your neck and jaw, moaning as you took one of her nipples into your mouth and licked it with the tip of your tongue. There you sucked until her mound was covered in saliva, then moved on to the next. And after attending to each breast, you decided to indulge in a kissing spree all over Kazuha's upper body: collarbone, shoulders, arms, and finally her abdomen.

Kazuha gently gripped your hair as you ran your tongue down her stomach and placed wet kisses around her navel, your hands resting on her thighs. From there, you moved down to her lower abdomen, and then to the point where the straps and lace blocked the path to her pubis. You had to lower your body further to be between her legs, but not to eat her pussy, that would have been what she wanted. Instead, you opened her legs and took them behind her knees to kiss the inside of her thighs, teasing her with a touch of her pussy but always staying mere millimeters away.

"Is this fucking revenge or what?" Zuha asked with a whimper, still even though you didn't have her so tightly in her grasp. She was right where she wanted to be. "Do you think I don't deserve to have my pussy eaten?"

"No. You don't deserve it," you replied flatly, happy just to kiss and feel her soft skin and firm muscles against your lips.

"I only got you horny twice!" she protested, as if it was nothing. "You could have done something about it, but you didn't have the balls."

"You better shut up, walking microwave," you warned, standing up to remove your sweatpants and boxers. "Don't make this any harder for yourself."

"Or what? You'll just stand there and watch me have my way again?" Zuha chuckled, but the smile faded when you spat on your cock and took the tip into her pussy. "Oh wait! Fuck!" she moaned.

Her pussy was as tight as you imagined, but it didn't take much effort to fill her stifling walls with every inch of your shaft. It felt so stupidly heavenly that you rolled your eyes with a moan.

"You've been playing with yourself today, huh?" you asked, your hands pressing her thighs back, noticing how easily your cock slid in and out of her.

"Maybe," Zuha managed to reply between soft moans. She brought a finger to her mouth and nibbled on the tip as she watched you slowly fuck her.

"You knew your plan would work out perfectly, and you prepared for when I couldn't hold it in anymore. Fucking slut."

Without realizing it you'd repeated the word, and it quickly sank into Kazuha's body. She arched her back a few inches off the mattress and placed her hand between her breasts, sliding it down her abdomen to her pussy, rubbing circles over her clit. But you were quick to grab her wrist and pull it away, bringing both hands above her head to pin them to the mattress.

"I didn't say you could do that, did I?" You raised your eyebrows, looking down at her since her face was right under yours.

At that moment, a spark seemed to ignite in Kazuha's eyes, which softened and lost the arrogance of a few minutes ago.

"You're right, daddy," Zuha purred. "You never said I could touch myself."

Well, great. Not only was it enough for Chaewon to use that little word with you, but now Kazuha would also join the club. You weren't going to complain tho. It was simpler and more fun to accept the role with open arms.

"That's a good girl," you gasped, and with both hands holding her wrists against the bed, you began to fuck her like you'd been wanting to do all these days. Hard, and rough. Above all, rough. Seeking to release all that pent-up frustration she had sown in you.

Zuha's moans began to flow freely through the room, in perfect harmony with the sound of your gradually faster thrusts. She kept her legs wide open for you, and offered no resistance to your grip on her wrists in a show of pure submission. Too bad you didn't have handcuffs handy.

Zuha begged for a kiss with her gaze, which jumped from your eyes to your lips. To please her, you flexed your arms and lowered your body, meeting her cute, parted lips. The angle now forced you to move your hips slower, but at the same time, you were hitting spots in her pussy you hadn't previously reached, causing her to stifle whimpers against your lips.

"Yes daddy," Zuha moaned. "I fucking love that, keep it up please!"

Zuha pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and arched her back, her tits now brushing against your chest. She was close to her orgasm; you could tell by the way she made a show of closing her thighs around your torso and by the way her moans faded to give way to heavy gasps. You would have allowed it with Chaewon, but you weren't going to be so forgiving with her after she'd made your life miserable for so many days. So just when she thought she was about to cum, you released her wrists and pulled out of her.

"Daddy, no!" Zuha protested. Her eyes filled with tears. "No, please! Let me cu-"

Her protests fell short of nothing when you knelt to her left, grabbed the back of her neck, and guided your cock into her mouth. Kazuha took it with a whimper, but hollowed her cheeks as she pumped her head and sucked on your cock.

"I decide when you can cum," you said, brushing her hair behind her ears and then tying it back into a ponytail with your left hand. "Is that clear?"

Zuha looked up at you as she pumped halfway into your cock and nodded. You let her do the work at first, just to give your lower body a rest, and she was doing an excellent job with her mouth and tongue. She took you out for short periods of time to lick your tip and kiss your shaft all over, trying to please you enough to soften you up. It almost worked. But before she could continue, you made her stop so you could take control and fuck her mouth.

"Be a good girl and take all that cock for daddy," you panted as you pushed a few more inches into her mouth. It didn't fit all of it: you soon ran into the natural barrier that made her gag. But it was more than enough. "Oh fuck yes."

With one hand in Zuha's makeshift ponytail and the other on the right side of her neck, you began pumping your hips back and forth at a steady pace, getting faster as the seconds ticked by. You could tell Zuha wasn't used to that sort of thing, but she was enjoying it despite her gag reflex triggering over and over again and making a mess of her own saliva.

Soon your thrusts became aggressive and frantic, causing the pool of saliva building up inside Zuha's mouth to soak your cock and spill in thick drops onto her small tits. Zuha didn't bother asking for a break, whether out of pride or to show you she was a good girl. Either way, you gave her a hard time when you pushed her head down onto the base of your cock. She gripped your thighs out of inertia, closing her eyes as you nuzzled your tip into her throat. A few seconds later, you were forced to pull out when Zuha started coughing.

"Now it's not so fun leaving me hanging, huh?" you asked, letting go of her hair and neck. Zuha's head fell and bounced against the mattress as she coughed.

"If I hadn't, you wouldn't be like this right now," Zuha gasped, coughing again. Then she grabbed your cock and moved her hand over it slowly, not caring that it would get drenched in the thick layer of saliva covering your shaft. "It's perfect."

You pulled out of her and went back between her legs to lie on your stomach, wrap your arms around her thighs, and finally plant your mouth on her pussy. Zuha arched her back and sighed in relief, as if she'd been wanting it for a long time—which she probably had. The case wasn't much different for you: tasting that delicious meat dish went straight to your deepest fantasies, repressed by what you thought was the harsh reality of never being able to achieve it. But now you couldn't be anything but grateful for the twists of fate, because her folds were so soft and delicious that in a normal situation it would have taken an entire construction crew to pry you away.

"I thought I didn't deserve you eating my pussy," Zuha said, stroking your hair.

"Let's just say you've done enough to earn it," you replied, and proceeded to go up to her clit.

"Also to cum?" she asked, but you didn't respond.

Following the canons established by your past fantasies about her, you ate her pussy as if it were the last chance you'd ever have. A little over a minute passed when, in the same characteristic pattern, Zuha was about to cum. You continued as if you knew nothing, with a relentless emphasis on her clit. You took her to the very limit.

Close...

Close...

Until you rose up to leave her pussy and let her orgasm hang.

"Oh my god, no!" Zuha whimpered, desperately trying to grab you and return you to her pussy, but you slipped away. "Please daddy, no!"

"I said you deserved me to eat your pussy," you said, grabbing her left leg behind the knee to push it back and insert two fingers into her pussy. Zuha whimpered. "I never said anything about cumming."

"And how do you expect me not to cum if you do that?" Zuha asked, as you began pumping your fingers in and out of her.

"That's your problem, not mine."

"But-!" Zuha bit out a protest as your fingers sped up. She had to take a moment to gather her words. "But daddy, I'm so close! I can't hold it!"

"Yes you can, and you'll be able to," you threatened, your left hand fingers digging into the back of her thigh. Your fingers were fucking her wet pussy fast. "So don't you fucking dare cum until I tell you to."

"But I want to cum!" Zuha whimpered, her hands clutching the sheet. Tears pooled in her eyes again, and one trickled down her cheek. "Please!!"

"Stop whining like a brat and hold it!" you snorted.

Another tear or two trickled down Zuha's cheeks as she looked everywhere but down. She brought a hand to her mouth to stifle her screams, and bit down on that same hand when it balled into a fist. Her breathing, on the other hand, showed how desperate she was, as her chest rose and fell like a bellows about to burst. It was admirable, to be honest. In her position, you wouldn't have lasted two seconds.

"Please!!" Zuha insisted, now truly crying because of the way her lower lip trembled.

"A little more..." you said under your breath, staring at her. Your wrist was starting to tire. "Hold on... Now cum, slut."

Zuha exploded with such force that she tore the sheets off their edges and let out a scream so loud you were sure it could have been heard on the street at that time of night. Her violent orgasm was accompanied by a pleasant surprise: an intense jet of squirt that you let out freely as you pulled your fingers out of her, soaking her buttocks, the sheets, and part of your knee.

"What a good girl," you praised her, watching her thighs tremble. "You made a whole damn mess tho."

Zuha looked at you with tear-filled eyes, arms open at her sides. She hadn't bothered to wipe her cheeks. Her buttocks and thighs were soaked with drops of squirt.

"Keep fucking me, daddy, please," she said in a small voice, bringing two fingers to her pussy, rubbing them a few times between her folds, and then bringing them to her mouth to suck on her own fluids. "I can handle it like the good girl I am."

"Let's put that to the test then. Turn around."

Zuha rolled over and onto her stomach. Her sweet spot, that firm, round ass, was now entirely at your disposal. You placed your hands underneath her and made her raise her hips. She got the message and spread her knees to the sides, lifted her ass, and arched her back, leaving only her chest and hands against the mattress. It was the perfect backshot position, and the damn lingerie still intact only made it much better.

Without wasting time, you grabbed your cock and drove it into her pussy, in a single smooth motion that made you both moan in unison. Her pussy walls embraced your cock from all directions, squeezing it hard and warming her up. Zuha, with her head resting on her crossed arms, looked over her shoulder and locked eyes with you. Then you, with your hands on her waist, began to fuck her.

Going slow at first was something you did on purpose, mainly to feel every possible texture of her pussy in detail, but also to admire the view of her perfect raised ass with a cock constantly disappearing between her butt cheeks. But that soon became insufficient for you. So you made a sudden change of gear.

"Mmmgh, does my pussy feel good when you fuck it like that, daddy?" Zuha whimpered, now being pounded and jolted by your thrusts.

"It must feel better for you, right?" you asked through gritted teeth, and you slapped her left butt cheek before squeezing it. "This is what you've been wanting for days."

"Oh, you have no idea," Zuha replied with a sigh. "I haven't been able to stop imagining how well that cock could fill me up ever since Kura-chan told me everything."

"That damn snitch," you grumbled.

"Thanks to that damn snitch, you're fucking me hard from behind like a whore, don't forget that. Mmmgh!!"

You gripped her waist with your fingers tightly gripped and your pelvis collided with her ass with hard slaps. Zuha opened her arms from under her head and extended them to the sides, elbows bent, to crumple the sheets between her fingers. She understood that she no longer had any restrictions on cumming, and she did so after a few brief seconds.

But you felt in perfect shape to continue, nowhere near cumming even though your engine was revving at full power and she looked that hot. 

Zuha squealed in despair as you continued your thrusts through her orgasm. Now you had one hand on her bare, muscular back, and seconds later you reached up to grab a handful of her long, black hair and pull her head back. She came again after a few seconds, and the spasms forced her to drop her hips back onto the mattress. Your cock inevitably slipped out of her pussy.

"Do you need a break?" you asked, slipping out of character a little since she looked exhausted.

"I appreciate your concern, but no," Zuha replied, bringing her legs together so her buttocks squeezed against each other. "I said I could take it. So don't be so kind to me, daddy."

"Well, if you insist..."

You straddled her thighs and guided your cock between her buttocks, rubbing it between them before returning to her pussy. As you went back inside her, you leaned forward to lie flat on top of her, grabbing her chin to turn her head and kiss her. Zuha moaned against your lips as you fucked her with slow, deep strokes.

After kissing her for some long seconds, you braced your hands against the mattress and lifted yourself up to move harder, thrusting up and down. Zuha dropped her head and let the right side of her face rest against the mattress.

"Oh, daddy, you're filling me up so good," Zuha moaned, glancing at you. She reached out and found a pillow to hold onto. "I can't wait to feel all that hot, sticky load inside me..."

"Can you stand up?" you asked between gasps. "There's a particular way I'd like to do it."

"I think I know what you mean," Zuha nodded. "Let's do whatever you want, daddy."

You immediately pulled off her and helped her stand up off the bed. Her wobbly legs made you hesitate about whether it was a good idea or not, but she didn't seem close to giving in to them. And instead of complaining, Zuha did her iconic Antifragile leg lift as soon as you stood between the beds, only instead of lowering it back again, she rested it against your left shoulder and let her calf fall behind your back.

"Oh... my... god," you said to yourself, amazed not only by Zuha's flexibility, but also by the stamina she had in her support leg and how hot her pussy looked.

"Is this what you had in mind, daddy?" Zuha asked, one hand on your chest and the other resting against the wall for balance.

"Oh, that's perfect," you nodded, placing your hand on her thigh to rub up and down while the other rubbed her abs. "Are you sure you can hold yourself like this?"

"I can," she agreed. "But you'd better hurry or my legs might give out on me."

Without needing to say anything else, you grabbed your cock and guided it back inside her. The sensation was completely different now: it was tighter inside her, much tighter. It was like putting your cock between two damn hydraulic presses that threatened to crush it. And god, it felt fucking delicious. If you thought your climax was still far off before, you had to reconsider that now, because as soon as you started fucking her in that position, your body entered a state of ecstasy you'd rarely felt in your life, as if all your blood was flowing faster to give you a surge of energy.

For Zuha it felt just as good, or at least that's how it seemed from the way she moaned louder than she had a moment ago and dug her natural nails into your abdomen. Her legs didn't seem close to giving way, but it got really tough for her when she came again, and her supporting leg wobbled. You held onto the leg she had draped over you as tightly as you could, keeping her from falling to the floor. In the process the lace bow on her thigh loosened, but the straps were intact.

Zuha's solution was as simple as it was perfect: she sacrificed the balance the wall gave her to press herself against her own leg and clung to your neck with her arms, so that her head was next to her knee and your faces were inches from each other. Of course, you kissed her, concentrating entirely on how good her pussy felt amidst such hard, fast thrusts.

After a moment, you entered the downward spiral. One thrust after another against that tight pussy with every inch of your shaft, Zuha's moans against your lips, your bodies now sweaty. It all resulted in the most mind-melting and electrifying orgasm you'd experienced to date.

"Oh my fucking god!" you moaned, shooting spurt after spurt of thick cum into that tight Japanese ballerina pussy.

"Oh daddy that feels so good," Zuha sighed, letting her head fall back. Her fingers gripped the back of your neck. "Actually I think I'm going to... Mmmgh!!"

Zuha went through her own sensual orgasm as you emptied your balls inside her and felt her muscles and pussy contract. You kissed her long, luscious neck, still moaning to yourself until your climax subsided. Then you stayed like that for a while, balls deep inside her and holding her close to catch your breath.

"You came a lot, daddy..." Zuha whispered in your ear. "You've been saving yourself for me, haven't you? That's adorable..."

"I'd rather not answer, Nakamura," you replied, placing more kisses on her neck and jawline. "All I know is that you're so fucking hot."

Zuha pulled you in for another kiss, this time slower and more passionate, and gave you a gentle push back to ease you out of her. You both looked down to see your cum spilling onto the carpeted floor beneath your feet.

"You know this floor is a fucking pain to clean, right?" you asked.

"It's not like you clean it regularly," Zuha retorted.

"And neither do you."

"Yeah anyway," Zuha looked up and met your gaze. "Will you sleep with me for a while, daddy?"

"Just a little while," you nodded. "Do you want me to help you take all that stuff off?"

"Oh yeah, please," she sighed. "Putting it on was a pain in the ass."

"No surprise there."

Zuha pulled away from you and sat on the edge of her bed. You helped her remove the entire piece of lingerie, being careful not to pinch her with the straps. It wasn't until Zuha was completely naked that she lay down on the bed, facing the wall, with her back to you. And as soon as you lay down next to her, she pushed her ass back to be your little spoon. The mattress didn't have a sheet, as she'd pulled it out from the edges while you were fucking her, and it was all wrinkled in one corner, so you could snuggle up comfortably to close your eyes.

But you couldn't afford to get too comfortable and sleep too much. Zuha still had a lie to maintain, and if Chaewon caught you there, it was going to be a huge mess for her. So you never really got to sleep.

After a couple of hours, you woke Zuha up, and together you set about making the bed and cleaning as much as you could. By the time the girls returned, everything was in perfect natural order: Zuha asleep in her bed in comfy clothes, and you lying on your couch.

No one ever suspected a thing.

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[thebetterreigen]

// CALLING ALL MOBLR ENTHUSIASTS !!

// Hey gang! Akane mun here 💖 :3

The moblrs have decided it's best to keep a comprehensive list of all the characters that are taken, as well as those that are free to grab! This post is mostly for convenience and may or may not be updated from time to time should the need arise.

Also! To those who have been around to watch us goof about, feel free—in fact, we encourage you—to start your own rp blog and join in on the fun! The "NOT TAKEN" list is filled with loads of lovely characters you can choose from, some even requested directly by the moblrs—we would love for you to hop in the bandwagon should you feel like it! Yes, you!

A word from me: this is a lovely community. Everyone is kind and supportive and endlessly loving in their own ways. Do not feel pressured or intimidated in the slightest, we are all a herd of silly geese here looking to wreak some havoc in tumblr dot com. ;) Interaction is never forced, only encouraged and met with love and appreciation.

Anyway, behold. The List.

IMPORTANT EDIT: I'd like to clarify that we as a community do not "reject" duplicates. We only ever encourage interactions, it's never in our intentions to discourage people from creating their own blogs if they wish so. It's just that the ask blogs tagged in this post are those that we interact with during planned-out arcs (eg the yokai bounty hunters trip, the emi posession arc, and so on) so that a) we don't have a confusing doppelganger situation and b) the agreed upon plan won't have any altercations. There's a lot of communication going on behind the scenes with these arcs, and though we're not opposed to improv-ing or throwing in a fun element, we also don't want to get confused or let our planning go to waste.

Last updated 24/02/25

TAKEN

Mob @mobonmoblr

Reigen @greatestpsychic21

Serizawa @seritsuya

Dimple @talking-snot

Ritsu @psychicflavouredritzcracker

Teru @hairazawateruki

Shou @shoumeyourmoves

Tome @al13n-upr1s1ng

Emi @wordsofemi

Takenaka @tak3naka

Tsubomi @tsubomi-underwater

Onigawara @onigfightson

Sakurai @sakuraitana

Shimazaki @thesecondndbestesper

Matsuo @yourfavoritespiritcollector

Mogami @m0g4m1l4nd

Toichirou @claw-org

Minori @m1nori-asagiri

Joseph From The Government @joseph-gov

Mezato @psychohelmetenthusiast

Yoshioka @mrjustdoinmyjob

Tsuchiya @tsu-qigong

[OC] Masumi Kaoru @lucky-kaorumi

[OC] Hikaru Kageyama @hikarurururu

Minegishi @pur-poppie-wrose

Inukawa @inuinukawa

Hatori @droningpigeon

Go Asahi @go-asahi

Reigen's sister @thebetterreigen

Roshuuto @solarsystems-greatestpsychic

NOT TAKEN

Shibata

Minegishi

Koyama

Body improvement guys

Serizawa's mother

Terada

Mukai

All the awakening lab kids

Mitsuura

Shinji

Hoshida

Telepathy club kids

Reigen parents

Kageyama parents

Hanazawa parents

Any headcanon characters/family members

Any OCs

Delinquent gang sans Onigawara

Other scars/claw members

Shinra

Other sun psychic fed members

We may have missed some characters, but there's the list so far for those who need one to browse and pick from.

[wattpadhoehoehoe]

official post about Child's inspiration

Child has many small and large parts with her inspiration, such as from myself, history and TV shows I have watched during the time I made her. So I will separate the entire thing into multiple parts.

Warning: historical moments that may not be comfortable to read, military stuff, childhood indoctrination and abuse and spoilers for The apocathary diaries and Demon slayer season 2. Although it's not THAT much on spoilers i just wanna be safe :P.

2. Her role.

Child is a wanderer, yes, but her main role is a helper. This is because of one specific line from dream bbq

Hoarder Alex calls Ena a "courtesan." Yes, this is most likely just him calling her a whore in a polite way, but I recognized the word from a show I watched: demon slayer. When I watched it and got to season 2, I was super interested in the history of courtesans, and in addition: kamuros

Child is based on two historical roles: a kamuro, and a lady in waiting.

Both of those would wait hand and foot for their mistress, running errands and having loyalty.

Kamuros would call the courtesans in charge of them "big sister." They would run errands for their big sister, and she would take care of them in turn. Kamuros would find clients for their big sisters, and were quite cunning when it came to getting information. They were considered the eyes and ears of the red light district, they gossiped and joked with people, and would spy on clients to make sure he wasn't seeing another courtesan.

Many kamuro were eager to grow up and become a courtesan, associating the role with beauty and being loved and wealthy. These girls were obsessed with the idea of being beautiful, and practically indoctrinated into wanting the glamour of their big sisters, not realizing, or maybe not acknowledging the horrific parts of being a courtesan.

Ladies in waiting were also to serve their mistress, although they tended to be older and have different responsibilities (less cleaning, more information gathering and advice giving)

Child's entire role, similar to how Bbq Ena is obsessed with jobs and working, is serving. She feels it's instinct to listen to authority, to wait on others and help in any way she can. It's uncomfortable for her when people try and coddle her, she NEEDS to do something. It's why she lives in trash, so she can destroy it and then clean it all over again.

If she isn't working, helping and aiding then she feels like something is dreadfully WRONG.

Another thing is cabin boys. Cabin boys were young boys or men who did roles similar to kamuros, they cooked, cleaned and ran errands on the ship

2. Personalities.

Child has two main personalities: guilty and giddy. Giddy is easy to say, as she was simply based on the zenos from dragon ball super

While guilty? That's a whole rollercoaster.

Guilty is based on myself as a child, and specifically a certain scene from demon slayer (I tried to find a video, but YouTube took it all down, so I just have pictures)

Warabihime, or daki, treats her kamuros horribly. In this scene, she had told her kamuro to clean her room, yet when she came back, it wasn't clean. She reacted violently, yelling at the child and hurting her.

This made me think back on how I was a child, and how I reacted when things like this happened. And so- that's how Child's guilty side was decided on. She becomes terrified and the giddy side of her face melts off as she cries and begs for forgiveness. She's loud, terrified and frantic. She CANT calm down no matter how much people try to make her do so, she flails around like a dying fish and feels like the world is ending: even if it's something small.

3. Design

I based child's design on Japanese middle schoolers uniforms, and also sailors.

Sailors are known to have cabin boys, which is one of her role inspirations so I don't think I need to elaborate again lol.

The Japanese students in middle school tend to wear sailor uniform styles. Her hair is based on a yokai watch character lol

Her socks are based on how many young girls in Japan wear those, and they tend to be associated with rebellious young girls going against the rules (which connects to child's guilty personality, as she does not WANT to break the rules)

She has some old begining designs I tossed

(it's so ugly)

4. Symbolism

Ooooooooh it's here. Like I said in a previous post, child is also mainly based on childhood indoctrination (why the kamuro inspo works as these young kids were practically manipulated too), specifically in military. Many kids in my country are manipulated into believing the military is either their only option, or something that was glorious.

The gun and propaganda posters are based on this, how she's been manipulated in her backstory and is basically a victim of brainwashing. Many kids who idolize the military through video games and movies are only seeing the badassery of military, getting a cool call sign, lots of awards and saving the country. Yet these young children don't understand the horror of military and war, they don't see it until it's too late. In WW1, many young men lied about their age to join the military because they believed it was an adventure, only to find out how traumatizing it is to kill another human.

Soooo yeah that's pretty much it 👍🏻

[chil-aglia]

𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 |ROTTMNT| (Male OC)

No rest for the wicked

Be sure to read the tags on my Ao3 so you guys know what you’re getting yourselves into.

Picture above done by me. But PLEASE feel free to make your own art and idk tag me in it or something—

Warnings: Implied past trauma of SA, past trauma, invasion of privacy, kidnapping, etc

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It had been at least 3 days since the chip was removed. 3 days of recovery. 3 days of feeling safe. But of course, Giovanni couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling surging over him whenever he touched the back of his sensitive neck. He can feel the stitches, trying not to pick at it as he bites his lower lip.

He would never say this out loud right now to everyone. But he was still scared. Scared that EPF could find him. Capture him and torture him all over again. Worst of all, his family could end up hurt too. He’d never forgive himself if that ever happened.

“Hey…you doing okay?” Raph had gently spoken up, startling Giovanni who flinched slightly at the sudden voice coming up from behind him. Giovanni was sitting alone in the living room, the TV on in the background, but Giovanni had long blocked it out, too focused on other things.

“I’m okay…” He replied, trying to appear as honest as he could. But Raph could sense the lie, taking note at how his brother clenched his hands together tightly, a bead of sweat at the back of his neck rolling down, the way he avoided eye contact.

It was obvious he wasn’t doing too well.

And Raphael could only guess what was eating away at him. He never actually…talked about his time with the EPF, they never had a chance to.

Raphael eventually sat down beside him without another word, close but not too close—he knew better than to push. The silence between them hung heavy for a moment, but not uncomfortable. Just…fragile.

“You don’t have to tell me everything,” Raph finally said, voice low. “But I’m here. You know that, right?”

Giovanni nodded, barely. His eyes flicked to the muted TV, unfocused. “I know.” 

There was another long pause before Giovanni spoke again, this time softer. “They made me do things…terrible things, Raph.” He starts off, voice slightly cracking as he refuses to make eye contact with his little brother.

“…I killed innocent yokais. Especially in the battle nexus.” Giovanni grimaced at the blurry memories, sighing as he placed his hands over his ears, closing his eyes.

“They used some kind of…mystic power on me. Made me see the Krang.”

Raph felt his jaw tighten. He hated this—hated that someone had gotten that deep inside his brother’s mind. “Giovanni…” Raph’s voice cracked.

“I’m scared, Raph.” The words tumbled out like a secret finally breaking free. “Even with it gone, it’s like I can still feel them watching. Like they left something in me. Something I can’t shake.”

“You’re not alone in this.” Raph said, finally placing a firm hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Whatever they did, whatever they tried to do—you’re still you. And we’re going to make sure they never touch you again.”

Giovanni met his brother’s eyes. There was fear there, yes—but also a flicker of something else. Trust. The kind that only came from surviving hell and still holding on to the people who mattered.

“Thank you…” He gave a strained, tired smile.

Leo didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but he did. Face scrunching up lightly before shaking his head and limping his way to Donnie’s lab, the soft shell had been cooped up inside for days now, and Leo and the others remained unsure as to what he was doing in there.

Leo sneakily opens the door, peeking his head through, tilting his head as he sees his twin’s fingers flying across the keyboard on his large computer screen, eyes narrowed behind his purple mask. 

Leo curiously looks over, eyes wide when he sees it was security cameras of the very place that put Giovanni through hell.

Leo strides over, shutting the door behind him for privacy as he makes his way up to Donnie. “What are you doing?” He spoke up, causing Donnie to yelp briefly before he sighs to calm down.

“How’d you get in?”

“You left the door unlocked.”

“Seriously?”

Donnie groaned, rubbing his temple as he leaned back against his chair. “Well, I’m sure your eyes are working. As you can see, I hacked into the EPF base.”

Leo hums in acknowledgement. “How though? You had trouble last time doing that.” He inquired, making Donnie scoff, “When we went to rescue Gio, I threw some of my tech around, letting them scan and download any and all of their technology that they had into their system.” He explains, smiling proudly at himself as Leo lowly whistles in impressiveness.

“The downloads have just been completed. I’m…I’m going to watch the videos. See what the hell they did to our brother.”

Leo goes quiet at this, taking in a breath, “In that case, I’ll watch too.” He walks away for a moment, grabbing a stool and putting it beside Donnie who deadpans.

“You sure?”

“As a leader, I want to know. Need to know. Plus…he’s my brother. Our brother. I can’t sit by, he’s back to being jumpy.”

Donnie didn’t need much convincing, nodding before clicking on some files and clicking on the first file. He pulled the footage into full screen. Both brothers stared.

Giovanni on the first day of his kidnap. Scared, lost, confused. Pacing around like an animal as he was looking for any way out. Stripped of his mask and gear.

Both brothers collectively narrowed their eyelids. Staying focused on what they were going to watch.

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“No! Get off me!”

The cries of Giovanni echoed, followed by his desperate chirps as he fought against the manhandling.

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The choking sobs as Giovanni is strapped down to a metal table, head slumped. Needles. Cold lights. A scientist in a lab coat whispering into a recorder. Giovanni jerking against restraints, silent screams echoing from the feed. 

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The battle against the yokai wolf, its white fur stained with red as it lags limply on the floor. Giovanni staring down at it blankly.

Then the shock collar.

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Giovanni pounced on Dr. Avery, punching him as he had been starved for days by now. That was a bit satisfying to see.

But then he would get shocked again by the collar.

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The starvation period. The way Giovanni would curl in a corner, crying to himself. Mumbling to himself. The way he’d jump at the slightest of noise.

Dr. Brookes coerced him to become calm, building trust with him. The time Bishop gave Giovanni a toy bear that seemed to have made Giovanni become practically nonverbal, just chirps and clicking and other turtle noises.

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The day Giovanni saw Sister Krang. That was hard to watch. Had Donnie look away and gag, shaking slightly as he could only imagine the trauma.

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The invasion of his privacy. Mentally and physically draining him. The way he looked so exhausted…so troubled.

He’s been through hell…and they were going to continue all these torture on him.

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There was other footage—invasive examinations, invasive scans, moments where Giovanni recoiled like a cornered wild, feral animal.

There was even video of him at the Battle Nexus. In the room with that Dr. Brookes lady…what they saw her do to him as he is battered and bruised, too weak to fight against her disgusting touches.

Leo’s fists clenched at his sides, eyes dangerously glaring at the screen. “They did that to him?” He hisses under his breath, pupils slit and jaw clenched.

Donnie nodded once, slowly. “We’re not just watching anymore.”

They exchanged a look. No words needed. The kind of look only brothers who’d seen too much, and lost too much, could share.

“I’ll tell Raph and Mikey we’re heading out.” Leo said, turning. “No.” Donnie stood, making Leo halt and look back at him in puzzlement, but Donnie had already gathered some gear. “We tell them we’re getting pizza. That’s it.”

Leo smirked faintly, bitterness clear in his expression. “Right. Pizza.” He agrees, clearing his throat as he takes in a breath and puts on his best fake smile. It had been hours as the twins were watching the videos. 

He saw Mikey, Raph, their father and Giovanni in the living room, chatting and watching TV together. Leo’s eyes focused on Giovanni instinctively, fighting his urge to run over and embrace his brother.

Donnie clears his throat loudly, gaining their attention. “Boys! What have you been doing all this time?” Splinter inquired, surprised to see them after the hours they’ve been cooped up inside the lab.

“Sorry, dad. Just playing a game with Don. Say, we’re actually kind of hungry, Donnie and I were going to grab some pizzas for us.” Leo explains smoothly, lazily smiling as Raph’s stomach growls.

“Pizza huh. I can work with that. Oh! Can you get the chicken wings too?”

“Sure thing, bro.”

Leo and Donnie quickly usher out the lair, bidding everyone their brief goodbyes, but once they got up the ladder and lifted the manhole cover off, climbing through and up to the surface.

They were on a mission.

Reaching the surface was easy, it always had been, Leo turned to Donnie who took out a familiar sphere shaped object.

“I can’t believe you kept that.” Leo mumbles, eyeing the teleportation device as Donnie huffs, “Neither can I…are we sure we want to do this?” He inquired, furrowing his brows in second guessing the plan. Leo rolled his eyes and placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“If we want to stop EPF for good, we gotta go after them. Do you really want them to continue on, even after what they put Giovanni through?” 

His voice was stern, angry and determined. All mixed together. Donnie silently watched, thinking it over in his head. Leo was right…it wouldn't be good if EPF remained operational.

“….okay. For Gio.”

“For Gio.”

With simple precision, Donnie places down the sphere, the twins watching it levitate into the air and summon a portal to their destination.

With a final nod of encouragement towards each other, they both step inside.

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Hours passed, too long for a simple pizza run. Raph had begun pacing around the lair, arms folded, brows drawn tight. “They should be back by now. Where the hell are they?” He grumbled to himself, careful to not be too loud. Giovanni had finally managed to fall asleep, resting on the couch comfortably with Mikey sitting beside him.

Mikey glanced at his phone again, then at the lair’s entrance. “Should we be worried? Maybe they actually did get lost on the way to Hueso’s?”

But they both knew better.

Raph glanced over to his sleeping older brother, frowning in sympathy. While Giovanni didn’t go into full detail of what exactly happened, he shared enough for Raph.

“Come on…we gotta go find them.” Raph softly informs, beckoning for Mikey to follow as the youngest turtle was a little hesitant on doing so, but he figured with Splinter here, plus April and CJ who had arrived a few minutes after Leo and Donnie left, claiming that they wanted to hang out, check in on everyone, it should be fine to leave Giovanni in their care.

Without another word, they grabbed their gear and headed out into the night. Climbing the escape ladder and opening the manhole cover, quiet and stuck to the shadows of the alleyway.

But there was a bright light, making the two gasp once they saw what it was.

The portaling device, the one they used to get into the EPF base to rescue Giovanni. Raph’s heart tightened and eyes blown wide.

“Those idiots…” He hisses to himself, understanding that the two twins lied, that they went after EPF. “We gotta go after them, right?” Mikey spoke up, standing beside his older brother who nodded.

“Let’s go!”

The two ran into the portal.

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More time passed. The quiet but somehow loud ticking of a clock in Splinter’s room echoed, each second dragging suspiciously longer. He couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but he felt off. He knew his sons were out, but it had been far too long now for a simple pizza run.

Splinter sighs, getting up and exiting his room, looking around in hopes to see someone. He did, April and CJ who had been sitting in comfortable silence in the living room, sprawled on the couch was Giovanni, snoring softly away with a blanket over his body and head tucked under a pillow.

Oh his son…Splinter could tell he was exhausted, could tell he was still in pain, mental pain. He wished he could’ve done something sooner, wished he could go back in time, grab Giovanni in that lab explosion and take him away to raise alongside his brothers.

He would’ve potentially ended up somehow far different than what he is like now. Hopefully he would’ve been happier.

“Splints…did the guys say what time they’ll be back?” April quietly whispered, making her way over as CJ turned his head towards them in curiosity.

The rat hums, placing a hand under his chin in deep thought.

Splinter could sense it now—that something had shifted. He, Casey, and April had waited long enough, his sons were possibly in danger, and he was not going to let that happen again. Not this time.

“Come. Let’s go find them.”

“Okay, I’ll wake up Gio—“

Splinter quickly snapped his head towards CJ who had inched closer to Giovanni’s sleeping form. “No!” He shouts, before he stiffens, biting his lower lip as Giovanni briefly stirs before his breathing evened out.

“No…let him rest. We will be back.”

CJ frowns but nods in understanding. With grim determination, they left the lair in search of the four missing turtles.

And much like the others, after climbing out and reaching the alleyway, they found the portal. Open and wide.

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“Wake up…”

K…Karai? Gram-Gram’s voice…

“You must awaken my child. Your family is in great danger!”

Giovanni whimpers, the voice growing louder as he tossed and turns. Just a nightmare he figured.

“No nightmare my dear child. Now quickly, open your eyes…Giovanni!”

He gasps awake, cold sweat on his skin as he sits up, eyes wide and breathing sharp. He looks around, examining with his eyelids on where he was.

The lair.

But it was quiet. Too quiet. Almost empty.

He gulps, throwing off the blanket and carefully standing up. Wrapping his arms around himself with anxiousness.

“H-hello? Dad…? Leo? M-Mikey?”

….

“Anyone…?”

Silence. Tense, eerie silence.

Oh no…did…did they leave him? No, no, no!

Giovanni felt his throat closing up, briefly forgetting how to breathe as he ran around the lair, going into every room he could find.

Leo’s room. He’s not there.

Donnie’s lab. Not there.

Raph in the gym? Nope.

Mikey in the gaming room? No!

Dad’s room? Nothing!

Where…where is everyone?!

He whimpers, legs shaking and clasping his hands over his head, eyes closed and lips trembling. He was alone. Just like he had been in the hands of the EPF.

He was down right terrified. Shaking violently as he felt tears reach the corner of his eyes. Why is it always him? Being left behind like this…

“My child…”

A warm hand pressed against his shoulder, causing the yellow bellied slider to gasp and look up.

He recognised the figure in front of him. Karai.

Transparent and glowing yes. But it was Karai. Her spirit.

“W-what—“

“I understand you’re fragile right now. But please, you are the only one who can help them.”

Them…?

“Your family…they need your help.”

Giovanni perks up. His family was in danger? Is that what she was getting at? “Where are they…?” He asked in utter confusion, as Karai frowned before pointing up.

“Go to the surface. You’ll see.”

She soon vanishes, making Giovanni blink as he takes in deep breaths to control his emotions. He looked down at himself briefly, he was still in gear, never had been bothering to change out of them earlier.

He runs to the med bay, grabbing his sword that leaned against the wall as he clenched the hilt tightly.

He left the med bay afterwards, gulping once more. He didn’t want to feel abandoned. He knew they didn’t mean to leave him. But still, the silence of the lair grew heavier by the minute. His chest felt tight. Every shadow is too long. Every creak is too loud.

His fingers found the back of his neck again, brushing against the healing stitches. A memory flashed—bright lights, metal restraints, voices in his head.

He needed air.

His fingers grasped the escape ladder once he left the comfort of the lair, slowly climbing up. He noticed the manhole uncovered, which was odd.

Nervously he peeked his head out, looking left and right. He climbs out fully, his non-existent brows furrowing as took a moment to breathe in the much needed oxygen and look around the alleyway.

What was he supposed to see—

Oh.

Oh.

He widens his eyes at the sight of the portal ahead of him. Cautiously walking over before stopping in front of it.

What was it? He could’ve sworn it looked quite familiar. Like he’s seen it somewhere before—

He gasps, flinching back when it comes to him. This had been the device his family used to rescue him from that hellhole.

“Don’t tell me…” He quietly mumbled under his breath, sword tight in his hand as he held it to the side.

They…they went to the EPF?

He gulps, looking around for…for well anything that could give him peace of mind. Maybe it was a dream. He was hallucinating.

It can’t be real.

He pants, growing panic rising as his eyes shifted over to the brick wall.

And that’s when he saw it.

A bloodied piece of fabric pinned to the wall with a blade of a knife.

And beneath it… a note.

The paper was torn, the handwriting jagged and rushed. But it was enough.

We have your family. Come alone. You know where.

His breath caught in his throat.

There was something else smeared on the bricks beneath the note—four familiar markings in some kind of marker.

A blue streak. A purple print. Red scratches. Orange splatter.

Their colors.

And with Splinter not in the lair, along with CJ and April not present either. He had to conclude that they were…

Giovanni staggered back, hand raised to his mouth, feeling sick. His heart pounding, sweat forming on his green skin, he felt as though his world was tilting under him.

They took them.

They took them all.

….

…….

……….

And he’s getting them back. No matter what.

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Can’t believe this story is ending soon—

I APOLOGISE FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES THAT WERE MADE, I TYPE PRETTY FAST AND OFTEN DON’T SEE THEM UNTIL I ACTUALLY PUBLISH THE CHAPTER. THEN I’D TRY AND FIX ANY MISTAKES WHEN I SEE ONE.

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AND MAYBE LEO WAS RAISED BY BIG MAMA

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villain rise turtles x reader

You have something that Raph needs. He’s been tracking you for months and he knows that you have a piece of the armor he needs for the resurrection of the Shredder.

And he’s never been one for plans, so…

He breaks in through your window.

You scream and then he screams and you’re holding on with an impressive grip on the armor piece and….

And you’re…. you’re so… cute. He suddenly lets go of the glove and you go flying back, knocking your head against the wall. He lets out an eep and rushes over, cradling your head.

You look pretty freaked out at his change of heart and he doesn’t blame you.

How he’s going to explain this to the Foot Lieutenant and the Foot Brute, he has no idea.

They take your introduction pretty well. So do you, by how you actually willingly hand over the glove.

But… your reaction when you find out about the Shredder at the baseball game destroys any loyalty he has left for the Foot Clan. He can’t bear to see that terrified expression on your face when you look at him.

Leo may have snuck up to the part of the hotel Big Mama told him to stay away from. But how could she blame him? People watching was his favorite past time! Who better to watch than some stupid humans?

And when his eyes landed on you, he just knew he had to have you. He wouldn’t regret it even when Big Mama punished him. If he hadn’t have snuck up to the floors above ground, he wouldn’t never seen you.

And anyways, his was birthday was coming up… and Big Mama said he could have anything he wanted. He grinned to himself, deciding to sneak into your room that night to ‘introduce’ himself. He’d leave a sticky note and scare you. Just a little.

Big Mama adored you. She gave you all these clothes so that you could look as perfect as her and Leo. She used for entertainment for the other Yokai, even when Leo glared on with jealously.

Soon enough, she was going to get her hands on some mysterious green ooze from three other turtles that looked suspiciously like Leo. As long as Leo didn’t find out about it, you would be the perfect test subject. And wouldn’t it be so sweet to see a lover’s quarrel in the Battle Nexus? She giggles at the thought.

Donatello has been bugged by you for a while.

In one of his rare outings to New York, obviously not letting Draxum know, he had run into you. He had been trying to break into a tech store and then you had appeared behind him.

He broke your nose but he hadn’t been left i scratched.

Then he just kept running into you again and again. He was half inclined just to kill you, but he feels like it would annoy him more with how much effort that would be towards someone like you.

You were annoying and just as mean as he was to you. It irritated him whenever you came back with a comment just as sharp as what he gave you.

One day, in one of his complaining rants to Mikey, Draxum overheard. Even though Donnie denied that it, Draxum was convinced he had a crush on a pathetic human. So, he decided he would kill you. As if you were nothing. Just scum on the Earth. All so Donnie wouldn’t be ‘distracted’ any longer. By that he meant he just wanted Donnie to work insane hours so Draxum wouldn’t have to work as hard.

And Donnie… couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t let a single hair on you be injured.

There’s an angry turtle staring you down. Michelangelo and you had run into each other. One looking beat up and the other looking flabbergasted.

“You’re a… turtle?!”

Suddenly, you’re wrapped up in chains. That burnt badly.

“Ow!” you shriek and suddenly, just as quickly as they had come, they vanished. Big brown guilty eyes stare at you.

His face twitches before it turns disgusted. “Ugh. You smell disgusting.”

He was talking about the smell of your brunt skin. You glared at him angrily before seeing how bashed up he was. “What… happened to you?”

He was very reluctant to follow you home. And he kept asking you weird questions about other green turtles. Had you ever seen anyone that looked like him? Where? When? All these questions while you tried to stick a bandaid on him.

He also didn’t hold back on his mean comments about the human race. But as long as he sat still as you tried to rub the ash and debris off of him, you just let him talk.

Quickly, he warms up to you. It’s as if he never hated humans. He enjoys learning about everything you do and seeing all of what New York has to offer. He knows you can never meet Draxum. And even though he’s getting suspicious the more he leaves and the longer he’s out, Mikey continues to see you.

[camsthisky]

okay, 24 with any of the brothers, leo , and draxum please? your writing style is great! but no pressure <3

24. "Help them! Please!"

ao3

Leo is not Baron Draxum’s biggest fan. In fact, if Draxum was involved in any normal situation, Leo would make sure he was at least an entire borough away from the yokai who’d dropped him off of a roof. Preferably an entire city away, if possible.

As it is, this is not a normal situation.

Leo has Mikey cradled in one arm, his other wrapped around Donnie, only keeping his twin standing by his grip on the lip of the battleshell. He’s so beyond stressed right now that when Draxum answers his frantic kicks to the front door, Leo can’t help but blurt out, “Help them. Please.”

To his credit, Draxum is only taken aback for a second—a second far too long in Leo’s opinion, but he knows he probably wouldn’t begrudge anyone else that second of bafflement, and he forces his habitual aggression to the side in favor of focusing on the reason for showing up on the guy’s doorstep.

Mikey’s breath is labored where he curls himself under Leo’s chin, arms slack around Leo’s neck. Donnie is dazed, hardly holding himself up. Leo doesn’t have a free hand and none of their gear is working and it’s all Leo can do not to panic as Draxum recovers from his second-too-long bout of shock and ushers Leo into the apartment. 

Leo drags Donnie over to the couch, lightly pushing his twin onto the couch, where he slumps over onto his side with a groan. Leo’s never been more grateful to hear his brother make a noise. He promises after this he’ll never try to run away from Donatello on a hyperfixation lecture warpath. At least for the next month, or two.

“What happened?” Draxum demands, crouching down next to the couch by Donnie’s head.

Leo grits his teeth, carefully setting his youngest brother onto the orange bean bag chair in the corner of the room, proof that Mikey will always be the kindest of them by miles. The way Mikey’s weight sinks into the bag keeps him sitting somewhat upright. Easier on his shell than laying flat. Not very supportive. It’ll have to do.

“Something—I don’t know—triggered Mikey?” Leo says, undwinding tape to wrap his fingers around his baby brother’s wrist. The scars on his arms are faint now, and Leo avoids them with practiced ease. It’s been over six months since they’d even really been a problem he’d needed to work around.

“Triggered?” Draxum asks, sounding more baffled by the second. Leo’s irritation rises a degree. “Michelangelo did this?”

“Yes? No?” Leo hedges. “I don’t know. I wasn’t exactly right at the center of it, otherwise I’d probably be down for the count, too.”

“Did you see anything?”

“A flash of light. I felt something weird, like static electricity, maybe? Donnie yelled and I ran over in time to watch them both pass out.”

Draxum’s brow furrows. He’s inspecting Donnie, who seems awake enough to realize that Draxum is in front of him. Leo’s purple-banded brother bares his teeth and growls, “If you touch me, I will throw you off the roof.”

“Relax, Don-tron,” Leo says, trying his hardest to inject at least a bit of levity in his voice, even though he knows he fails immensely, too distracted by the way Mikey still isn’t waking up. But it’s the only way Donnie won’t try to fight Draxum, and as much as Leo hates it, Draxum is a genius when it comes to mysticism and the like. They need him.

He also tries to pretend that Donnie’s grudge against Draxum for dropping Leo doesn’t make his heart warm. Not a great time to be sappy, but it’s a stark reminder that no matter what, Don’ll always be on Team Leo against anybody who tries to hurt him.

Still, now isn’t really the time.

Mikey’s pulse is racing underneath Leo’s fingers, but despite his third check in fifteen minutes—once the moment he’d gotten to both Donnie and Leo, barely saving Donnie from spilling to the ground and regrettably missing his baby brother by inches; once halfway to Draxum’s when Donnie woke up dazed and confused and Mikey didn’t—there doesn’t seem to be anything physically wrong with him. Mikey, for all intents and purposes, should have a clean bill of health.

“How’d we end up here?” Don grumbles, even as he hesitantly lets Draxum check him over, probably taking Leo’s failed attempt at lightening the mood as a cue to cooperate. “Thought we were getting pizza.”

“That was before Mikey decided he was gonna throw a mystic rave, invite only. Congrats on being the only one to make the guest list, Don.”

“You’ll be fine,” Draxum says, interrupting Donnie before he can snap back at Leo. 

(So Leo is stressed. Humor is how he copes. Riling up Donnie is a good distraction from the fear Leo is desperately trying to sidestep at the moment. Sue him.)

“You’re not a doctor,” Donnie tells Draxum matter-of-factly.

“I’m the leading expert in the mystic arts,” Draxum tells him, frowning in a put out way that has Leo wanting to snicker. He would if his baby brother’s pulse wasn’t still pounding away under his skin like his heart is trying to escape his body. “I think I would know if you were affected by your brother’s backlash. The symptoms are temporary. Just a minor shock.”

“Hate to see what a major shock would be,” Leo says under his breath, and then louder, “If Donnie’s fine, can you get over here and help me?”

Draxum stands and crosses over to the bean bag chair. From the corner of his eye, Leo sees Donnie gingerly sit up, tapping at his bracer. Tough luck on that one, bro. Mikey’s rave had wiped out all of their tech and then some.

Draxum settles on Mikey’s other side. He draws a symbol in the air, hands glowing dimly with power as he lays a hand on Mikey’s head. Leo keeps his grip on Mikey’s wrist and watches. 

The next minute is one of the longest in Leo’s whole damn life. Leo counts Mikey’s heartbeats, and Donnie finally moves over to sit next to him when he hits eighty-three. 

The glow fades from Draxum’s hands, and Leo leans forward. 

Draxum runs a hand over his face and sighs. Leo’s practically nonexistent patience snaps.

“Well?!” he demands, only relenting at the soft nudge Donnie sends his way. Donnie’s probably still orienting himself, and still he’s reigning Leo in. So much for Team Leo. Although, both Leo and Donnie have come to an understanding that when it comes to teams, Mikey’s takes precedence over any of theirs.

Mikey will never have to go without his big brothers’ support. Perks of being the babiest brother.

Draxum sighs. “I’m not exactly sure what he was trying to do, but it looks like he’s just exhausted himself. He’s running on empty and most likely strained his body, but it seems like nothing rest can’t fix.”

Leo sags forward, burying his face in the bean bag, a muffled, “Oh thank the pizza supreme in the sky,” making its way out his mouth involuntarily. 

All of the adrenaline leaves Leo in a rush, and after a few quiet moments of regathering the broken pieces of his facade, he shifts just enough that he can see Draxum. 

“Thanks,” he says, quietly, not quite ready to start putting the mask back up. “For, ya know, being here.”

Draxum nods, looking as awkward as Leo feels. “We’re not on the best of terms, but I would never turn you away if you’re in need of help.”

“I know,” Leo says, both grateful and resentful of how true the statement rings. “That’s why I came.”

[amf-studios]

Hey, i love your work. followed you here after reddit. I just wanted to ask, are you transfem yourself? because sometimes real life follows you into the art you create even when you dont realize it beforehand. again, love your work!

Yes, yes I am! :3.

A lot of the transfem!nate/Natsuki au I do is kinda wish fulfillment, you know stuff I as a transgirl wish I had growing up While still trying to keep to canon!Nate's character.

And in general, yokai watch is a really good franchise to do trans stuff with. Namely cause they can make being trans significantly easier or SO much harder!

Glad you enjoy my work!

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

okay hear me out, what abt a kasha!reader ( https://yokai.com/kasha/ ) w/ the proxies? (separate)

maybe they're just, an absolute little shit and likes to steal fresh corpses of their kills. i saw the one ask featuring a youkai so i HAD to jump in w/ one

Yes! I love mythology and reading stories about different cryptids is a guilty pleasure of mine. Loved the ask, feel free to send in more!

ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ <- kasha

Masky Hoodie Toby and Eyeless jack x kasha Reader

Masky

★ Kasha's are said to carry the bodies of the dead to hell for punishment. That checks out with what he does as a job. You can do yours with less effort if you just follow him from behind and steal the bodies of people when he turns his back.

★ He thought you where a regular cat for awhile, even started feeding you bits of ham from his lunch sandwich. Felt like a idiot too when he realized you where a demon. Still feeds you bits of ham though.

★ You are basically his body clean up. Usually it would take him about two hours to get rid of a bodie. With you it's done in about a minute. This helps you get on his good side.

★ He once tugged your tail when it was in his face and you freaked out. The tail is not to be touched.

Hoodie

★ Like with Masky, you follow him from behind to take away the carcasses he leaves behind. However unlike Masky he is a complete ass about it and tries to get you to stop because he thinks it's annoying.

★ And he has a point, a cat demon that can catch on fire isn't really good when you are supposed to be focused on watching someone. Even if he gets a quick clean up out of it.

★ You where once a house cat and like a cat you get the zoomies at 3 AM. He sleeps through it most nights but he will never forget the time you woke him up by tackling him. He sleeps with a spray bottle on his nightstand now.

Toby

★ Kasha's are pretty interesting yokai, the stories he reads about them lead to him to ask plenty of questions. He's a little pyromaniac so the fact you make fire is amazing to him. He could watch those golden flames for hours...

★ Do not teach him the "Don't be eaten by a baku, don't be eaten by a kasha" chant because he will use it against you for fun. Wanna go to the living room? Think again. His bedroom? Don't even think about it.

★ When you steal body's to animate he will not be going near them. Few things genuinely freak him out nowadays, this is definitely one of them. It's even worse if you use someone he killed, poor guy probably wouldn't sleep for awhile after.

★ He's much happier if you just carry the bodies to hell, like you're supposed to. While we're on the subject, I have a feeling that the way you get to hell from earth is similar to the way he travels from the manner to literally anywhere else in the world. Weird demon magic.

(Bonus) Eyeless jack

★ Kasha's are known to live in populated areas and descuise themselves as regular housecats. When he first met you, you where disguised as a regular cat. He was breaking into someone's house through a window and the whole time a random cat (you) was staring at him.

★ When he finished with the bodie, he left it behind for the police to find. When he started walking back to the manner you used the carcass as a puppet to follow him. He was starting to freak out at this point. Yes, it was kinda funny.

★ Unlike Toby, he would want to get up close with the bodies you animate. Fortunately you have a habit of stealing bodies from him when he's gotten what he needs from it. What are even doing with all the carcasses?

★ When you mention that you used to be a regular housecat he stops for a moment to think. Then he asks if you can remember your past life before becoming a kasha. He can't remember his life as a human, so he's curious if that's a trait shared with all demons.

[theharmonious13]

297 - Night Service for Insomniacs

Y'know what? I'm vibing with the idea of Yanagi providing service for Monomoko, underrated duo all of a sudden

Monomoko finding Yanagi strange makes sense lol

I love Monomoko using any pronouns, makes me feel better for referring to them as a they rather than she/her like the rest of the fandom

Trying to win Monomoko's favour this way was almost a 4D chess move

I like the way Yanagi says 'indeed' in this episode

"Are you trapped?" Omg that actually struck a cord with Monomoko, silence if deafening yooooooo

298 - Crisis Report

Monomoko has sympathy now aaaaaaaaa

Not being able to teleport out of the killing game/science place definitely is a telltale sign of being trapped...

Dr Kan better not find out or I will cry

"You're like me, we're like them." Monomoko pop off

299 - Extreme Measures

Where are they?

OMG HE'S HONOURING KAMIMURA BY CLEANING THE CRIME SCENE

Hasegawa sounds so done with life

Ojima you're so sweet but one moment too late, everyone had SO much time to attempt cleaning crew version 2 😭

Ken is asking ALOT of good questions, it's all just really unfortunate timing

300 - Extra Credit

Class Time, Yooooooo

Can Wada rejoin the student council now that Okazaki is gone? If not Wada will be the peak student... if he doesn't fall asleep in class haha

Watari and the 100 Pencils ✨ - would make for an awesome story lmao

"Yes. Shut Up." I need that Hama line for the soundboard I don't have 😂♥️

I should've known the lesson wouldn't be something traditional, Yokai is very neat and up Hama's alley

Anyways did somebody say YOKAI WATCH-

I just realised this episode will mostly be Hama info dumping, between him and Hasegawa (not in canon) talking nonstop I'm having a great time listening to Tetro all of a sudden (I love both of their voices A HECK TON, they're both unique to me and pleasing to listen to in a way I can't describe/understand)

"But honestly, I kinda think we oughta beat the shit out of them anyway" Hama what happened to your moral compass bro? 😭😂

Poison the river LOL

We're getting the vice versa scene now that Watari got scolded for stealing pencils, Watari scolding Hama for thinking about poisoning the Kappa river 😂

Bro if I were in the cast I'd go to everything I was invited to as well, maybe that's why I got Wada on the personality quiz

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"We even have a teacher" Watari

"Hi" Hama

God to think these two used to be lower in my ranks 😂😂😂

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The Watari begging begins <3

Wada is traumatised by Okazaki... poor baby :/

It's kinda good no other students showed up to class so Hama and Watari could talk to Wada/let him be vulnerable without judgement

Bro this is making me remember when I used to have crying breakdowns in high school/work to do with grief I NEED TO STOP RELATING TO WADA SO BAD

301 - 73.4

Poor Wada... he sounds really rundown

Eating issues are somewhat relatable to me... this episode hits hard despite not being able to relates to Wada's exact situation

Tsuno's death is that impactful... I'm thankful Yanagi apologised to Wada before mentioning her to make a point

I can't even imagine hating food... this is rough

Does the number 73.4 relate to anything specific? I tried a quick google and couldn't find anything relevant

"I want Tsuno to be proud of me." WADA STOP BEING RELATABLE TO ME GDI

Student Spotlight: Watari Nishino

Damn the sass war has already begun 5 seconds into Watari entering the room LOL

I love how easily Watari gets bored

THE EDITING OF WATARI'S SPRITE MOVING AROUND 😂

I love her cackle, she's learning theatrics from Okazaki haha

Love Watari answering Monomoko like she'a in a courtroom lol

Watari knows about the pizza question omg lmao

"I'm fine" Watari don't lie to yourself 😭

She can't even say Okazaki's name... oh the pain, this voice acting is so cruel

I love her attitude of wanting to have someone she can have fun with, and not be thinking paranoidly about the killing game 24/7

Oh my god she blames herself from splitting up from Harada and then not stopping Okazaki's madness somehow... this interviews going to be rough I'm only a fifth of the way through

WHO ASKED THE MARRIAGE QUESTION WHAT?

Guys I'm screenshotting everything Watari says about Mai I love this rarepair so much

I love/find Watari's unintentional commentary about stereotypical gender roles and how she personally would navigate them interesting, idk it itches a weird part of my brain in a good way

I now wonder how many siblings Watari has, until now I had just assumed there were two only, the brother that Watari mentioned pushing into the pool for fun and the sister who whines about Watari using her computer during her introduction video

Poor Watari is so overworked...

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I'm writing Sibling notes here for me:

Seita - Oldest Brother

Nagisa - Younger Sister

Oto and Kai - Younger Toddlers

Unborn Baby

Watari really is being a caregiver/mother jeez...

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The one change question was answered so quickly with being an only child... man I feel bad Watari's childhood was taken away from her too early

Omg if Wada can be apart of Ojima's family please let Watari be apart of Hama's

Really high expectations from her family too? Oh my lord this lore drop keeps getting worse and worse

There was the Tsuno pamper day in canon, we need that for Watari OR myself/the fandom needs to make fanart of Watari going on that life of an average teenage girl package that she's always dreamed of pursuing (going on phone in bed, going to the mall/hanging out with friends, painting nails)

Watari gets to ship people? Yayyyyyyy

Know I'm also screenshotting every single thing Watari says about the romance question

Bro she's accidentally alluding to TSUNO, TSUNO COULD'VE BROUGHT OUT HAMA'S SWEETER SIDE WE WERE SO ROBBED IN CANON

Wait she's trying to set Hama up? LOL

"Hayashi is taken in my heart." Slay queen 😭♥️

Hama x Mai being a bromance sends me lmao

Hiroaki has a major boy crush on Hama? 👀

Watari a Wama shipper, no wonder Von was gunning for requests of them hard this week lmao

Hasegawa x Kamimura in every sense of the word, thanks Watari lol

Hiroaki x Ojima, or Hiroaki x Yanagi - man she's wasting no time with speculating on sexualities lmao

"Tamba will get cooties if she dates a boy" LOL

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Watari pitches her romantic crush fanfic

Monomoko: What?

Absolutely sent me 😂😂😂

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The thinking about murdering question was a really good one for literally any student, thank you so much to whoever submitted that one

She understands Sasaki's reason for killing, we stan two queens

OOOOOO WHOEVER ASKED THE FOX REINCARNATION IS EVIL AND I LOVE IT

Aww Watari... such complex feelings about Okazaki

This whole episode was an emotional rollercoaster, I'm extremely grateful that Watari got 1) An interview and 2) The literal best time for her to be interviewed

302 - Bruise

SHE WAS TEN WHEN SHE GOT KIDNAPPED!?

THAT WAS SO LUCKY THAT THE ESCAPE TIMING LINED UP, HOW DID SHE SURVIVE?

Ojima looking up to Mai just like me fr

"I didn't want my whole life to be about what he did." ...I need to plaster this quote on my wall holy shit Tetro and so many of its characters are deeply relatable/inspiring to me...

UNCLE!? THREE!? OJIMA HONEY COME HERE AND GET A MILLION HUGS WTF

Not being believed was also incredibly fucked

HE'S ONLY BEEN A YEAR FREE???

Not feeling like you belong in your body is something I occasionally relate to... gdi Tetro

I think this has become one of my absolute favourite episodes

303 - Oyasumi

(The Title is) Like Wada's outfit! Goodnight everyone! (jk jk)

Guys I'm gonna say what all the YouTube comments are saying inhales IS THAT CHIBA'S BOOK!? It's a perfect metaphor for her life before and during the killing game

Also obligatory I love Hama's voice to an unhealthy degree and celebrate whenever he gets to talk alot mention

Okay it mentions climbing it HAS to be the book there's literally no way it isn't, suppose it doesn't take a genius to figure that one out though, hah

NOOOOOOOOOOOO I WANT TO HEAR THE END OF THE STORY

Block off the dining room? Can't you take Wada back to his? Or yours? You're strong Hama lol

Also my head canon is that Wada fell asleep in Hama's lap for shipping purposes

304 - Communication Attempt

Lord I'm not ready for this (I'm assuming it'll go badly), I'm writing this comment before I see how long the video is

Quite short... see how we go

Wait omg Yanagi was literally overthinking it, Mai just wanted him not to be a self sacrificing idiot

It's mainly a dynamic struggle to do with independence and emotional attachment styles (even platonically) in a way... I find it very relatable and I love it

Mai softly apologising to Yanagi too ♥️

Hayashigeki jinxing it with "I want to go home" and "We'll make it" 😩

I love how satisfying the pay off of this episode is

I'm a sucker for self inserting, but I often reference irl how I'm a duality of things, I'm cold but I'm kind for example... I love how we see emotion vs logic between quite often between the two of them all the time

I've been relating to Tetro way too much since it started I really love the serious episodes and can't stress that enough

Please I'm begging you let them go on the Azumino trip together

"I'm glad you're hear" MAIIIIIIIIII (I love moments like that also ship is shipping we are so back)

305 - Refuge Post Mortem

KAMIMURA DRAWS!? God he's already my favourite character but this update makes me happy

Hasegawa amused at their height dynamic aww 🥺

Hasegawa having this moment to talk about Kamimura in this context (after his passing) is so heart wrenching to me, especially to Hama who is now learning about Kamimura after he was gone

Hasegawa being proud of Kamimura 🥺😭

The malice and begrudgement in his voice when talking about Okazaki... I absolutely love it

Ken has actual depression now, stop being so relatable king 😩

306 - Corrective Approach

Can we kill Dr Kan somehow? Lol

I don't want Monomoko to die 😩

So did Monomoko get to leave or not? Lmao

[phoebepheebsphibs]

.Dead asleeP.

Title: Chapter 3: N3 Prompt: You were peacefully sleeping when you suddenly wake up to the sound of a heart monitor steadily beeping somewhere nearby, and realize you are in the med-bay with no memory of what happened prior to this. // After watching movies with your siblings all night and passing out in the tv room, you wake up to find that you're alone. What happened? Fandom: ROTTMNT Word Count: 5806 Author: PhoebePheebsPhibs Rating: Gen Characters: Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello, & Raphael (disembodied voices) Warning: Derealization, nightmare-ish stuff (Leo is stuck in a dream) Summary: Leo deals with the inconvenience of being stuck in a dream and getting reacquainted with the 'ghosts' that follow him. Notes: More chapters to follow (3 more, to be exact)

@shr00mi3writefight @tmnt-write-fight @that-0n3-shr00mi3

Posted to AO3 <-

Leo strode through the maze of death fairly easily. Yes, there were traps and snares and mystical kitchen supplies, but for the most part he went through unnoticed.

"I don't remember it being this easy," Leo muttered.

"It wasn't," a voice reminded flatly. "Remember, everyone stay together. Draxum said something about drifting off --"

"So... what happens when I reach the center of the maze? Do I win, or...?"

"I'm not sure," one of the voices mused. "Just let us know if you feel any different, okay?"

"Okay," Leo nodded. "So... how do we know each other? Outside of the dream world?"

"We're very close. We're family."

"What do you mean?" Leo half-chuckles. "I think Splinter would tell me and my bros if we had any extended fam."

"What?"

"Or are you, like, my turtle parents? You mentioned... I think you said 'Barry', as in Baron Draxum, so maybe you're other mutants or something? Or... are you related to Drax?"

 Leo turned left, then right, then left again. He could almost see the center of the maze coming up. But the voices were quiet. Leo could sense their discomfort.

"What? What? Hey, what did I say?" he asked nervously.

"...It's nothing. You just kind of... glossed over the obvious."

"Obvious?" Leo questions. "How? I basically went through every option!"

"I think all we can tell you at this point is that we're family," one of the voices stated. "I don't think you'd be able to hear anything more detailed than that."

"Why not?!" Leo grumbled, kicking at a stone angrily. "Why can't you tell me?!"

"We're not the ones doing it!" another voice chimed in. "We've been TRYING to tell you everything this whole time, Nardo!"

"You haven't told me anything! And nobody calls me Nardo but Donnie!" Leo snapped back.

And then the realization snapped him right back in the face.

"...No one but Donnie has ever... Family, you said you're... obvious... Oh my gosh, I am so stupid. Donnie... is... is that you?"

Silence.

"H-hey, Don-Tron, don't go silent on me now! I figured it out! I know who you are, I know -- I-I'm sorry for getting mad! Please, d-don't leave me again! Come back! Donnie? M-Mikey? Raph? Are you guys..."

Leo came upon the end of the maze, a giant statue of gold at its epicenter.

"...there...?"

The center of this maze was not the same as the real one at all. For one thing, it wasn't in the center of the maze at all. Either that, or the maze had been carved in half. Just beyond the statue, the Hidden City and its magical town square awaited him.

His eyes glossed over. He felt so tired and sluggish. Leo's mind was cleansed, his memories of the pizzeria and the events prior were wiped clear.

"...Oh, hey! The Hidden City! I've always wanted to sight-see here!"

Leo ran out of the maze giddily and approached a brochure stand.

"Excuse me, do you have any sites you'd recommend for a bona fide hero like myself? Maybe something exciting, or daring, or maybe even a relaxing spa?"

"First time here?" the Yokai asked from behind the counter.

"No, no no no no no no no no no. No." Leo huffed and puffed out his chest proudly. "It's my eighth time!"

"It's your 13th time, dum-dum."

Leo looked around nervously.

"Did you hear that?"

"Oh-ho, no, we're NOT going through this again..."

"Hear what, kid?" the Yokai asked, shuffling through supplies as Leo whirled around in circles, anxiously searching for the source of the apparition.

"That voice, I --"

"Leo, long story short, you're stuck in a dream-world that's all fake. We're trying to help you escape."

"But, what --"

"Every time you get to a new area, your memory restarts."

"And we can't tell you who we are for some reason because... uh... mystic curses are weird?"

"But what, kid?" the Yokai gruffed.

Leo looked back at her, confused. He blinked, trying to process it all. There was a flood of emotions running through him, each one tethered to a soul that was not his own, but strangely connected to his. Frustration, hope, irritation, redundancy, resignation --

"Um... never mind. I think I just went temporarily insane."

"Oh, COME ON!"

There was the frustration again.

"Look, do you want the brochure or not?" the Yokai stall-keeper growled, waving the paper in Leonardo's face.

"I'll take it," Leo said quickly, snatching the map and walking away briskly.

Once he was out of earshot of the Yokai, Leo hissed at the ghosts.

"Okay, weird brain ghosts -- what is going on?!"

"We've already told you. THREE TIMES OVER BY NOW," one huffed with exasperation. "Okay. Just... calm down, we all need to calm down... Alright. From the top. Leo: you are trapped in a dreamworld. Nothing is real, but it's trying to keep you here. It's TRAPPED YOU. We used a magic spell to infiltrate your dreams so that we could help wake you up!"

"How?"

"Well, first off we had to draw these really cool symbols around your bed and --"

"N-no, I mean how am I supposed to wake up?" Leo corrected.

"Oh. Well, according to Mikey -- er, according to the most mystically-inclined of us, we help you get through a certain amount of dreams like levels in a video game."

"How many?" Leo asked.

"Um... I... don't remember. Barry said it had something to do with the whole... sleep cycle?"

"Oh, he was referring to REM and NREM, which means there will be five. Or, well, three now that we've gotten through two of them already," a ghost with a nerdy voice interjects. "Sleep comes in cycles, you see. It starts off with awake-slash-alert, and progressively gets deeper and deeper. After awake and alert, then comes N1, then N2, N3, and finally the REM, which stands for 'Rapid Eye Movement'. Rem is when you have dreams."

"And NREM?" Leo asked, curious. "What's that?"

"NREM is 'Non-Rapid Eye Movement'. It's just dreamless sleep, a time when the body rests and rejuvenates itself, repairing and regrowing tissue and rebuffing the immune system. Studies show that 75% of sleep is NREM. An interesting science fact, but REM periods are short, though the longer you spend asleep, the longer the REM periods will be!"

"Does that mean that the longer it takes us to get him through, the harder each level will get?" a nervous voice asks.

"...I hadn't thought of that."

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Leo asked, stuffing the brochure into his fanny pack. "Let's get going! Uh, do you guys know which way I should head?"

"Ooh, ooh, I do!" a cheery voice chimed in.

Leo watched with bewilderment as a fluttering golden light sparked before him, flying away and leaving a trail of shimmers in its gentle wake.

"Um... that was you, right?"

"That was Mikey. Uh, the mystically-inclined-light-guy one. He just ran off. He's not s'posed to, though."

"Not supposed to?"

"Well, Draxum said that getting off track would cause us to lose sight of what we're here for and pull us into the trap, but... if he's just looking for the way to the next dream, then I think it should be okay..."

"Cool, cool. Just so long as I'm not actually losing my mind... What do you mean by 'ran off'?"

"I mean that little beam of light WAS him."

"I thought I couldn't see you?" Leo wondered aloud. "What changed?"

"Mikey's been doing stuff like that the whole time. Anytime you see a golden light, that's him. You can't see what we actually look like, for some bizarre reason. You walk right through us."

"Have I been... walking right through you this whole time?"

"...Kinda."

"What does that even feel like?"

"Honestly, it doesn't feel like anything. And... I can't speak for the Mikey or Donnie, but it makes ME feel... lonely."

Leo swallowed sadly.

"...Sorry."

"Hey, it ain't your fault!" the voice kindly said. But their voice cracked, the vocal pitch shifted.

Leo felt a stifling, a sick knot in a stomach. The holding of breath, the looking away, a telltale sign that something was not as it seemed. Leo felt as though they were hiding something. Leo felt like there was a lie hidden somewhere. He tried to ignore it, and instead chased after the light, following the trail into the city streets. There were so many stalls and colourful people here, each one a personality extreme and boisterous. And each stranger Leo would have loved to get to know. He was a people person at heart, hence why he always took the role of 'face-man'.

"I didn't know that about you," one of the voices murmured.

"Didn't know what?"

"Oh did I forget to mention we can kinda read each other's' minds?"

"Wait, for real?!" Leo shouted as he stopped right in the middle of the street. "Are you kidding me?!"

"I never kid about ESP."

Leo fidgeted with his sash, adjusting and readjusting it as he swallowed the information given so nonchalantly to him.

"So what did you just hear?" he inquired.

"The people-person tidbit."

"Oh. Okay," he mumbled. Out of all the things he could think of, that was not the most embarrassing. "Now it's my turn! Think of something!"

"Well, uh, it... it doesn't really work like that..." the other voice responded.

"Oh, what? Boo! Totally unfair!" Leo complained. "How come you can hear my thoughts, but I can't hear yours?"

"Well, first off, we can't hear ALL your thoughts. Just the ones where you think to yourself, like a conversation. Secondly, you might not be able to read our minds, but you can feel our emotions."

"Huh?" Leo's stride slowed a bit, as he tried to understand.

"You can sense our presence, though you can't actually feel or see us," voice A explained. "Before, you could feel we were with you without being able to see or hear us at all! And Mikey -- the light guy -- said that you 'felt him' earlier. He'd made a beam of light around himself for you to follow. When you touched the light, you were actually holding his hand. You seemed to know who it was, and you even said his name! Mike was so excited..."

Leo slowly continued walking down the pathway, following the glittery sparkles that illuminated the path.

"...Can you do that?"

"Do what? Make light?"

"Yeah, can you make a light thing?"

"Why?"

"...No reason," Leo lied.

"He wants to be able to touch you, too," voice B snitched.

"Wha-hah-hat? No!" Leo opposed, laughing like a nervous wreck.

"I never kid about ESP."

"Narc," Leo grumbled.

Leo felt a swell of warmth. The sting of tears behind your eyes. Pride, longing, love. And then regret.

"Sorry, Leo. That's not my specialty."

"Specialty?" he probed. "What does that mean?"

"Mike-- The 'light guy' is good at magic and light-related stuff. The, uh... 'Narc' is good at bein' smart beyond all reason and buildin' all kinds of things! Me, I'm good at bein' strong. The tank, the shield... I can't make a light thing because that's not what I am."

"Oh."

"Are you... disappointed?"

Leo stopped again, and turned around. He tried to imagine a face to look at, to direct his thoughts.

"No! I mean, I'm a little bummed that I can't... y'know, feel you or whatever. But you sound really cool!"

"You think I'm... cool?"

"Yeah, dude! You sound like my brother, Raph. He's cool like that, too -- always strong, brave, working to make sure we're the heroes Splinter always knew we could become. And now I'm friends with a fricken' tank?! He would be so jealous; do you know how awesome that sounds?!"

Leo felt a short-lived pride. A small semblance of reassurance, a twinge of nostalgia. And then sadness.

"Thanks, dude."

"What's wrong?" Leo asked, reaching forward instinctively. He couldn't feel anything, but he sensed the loneliness the 'Tank' had mentioned earlier.

"Nuthin'. C'mon, let's hurry up and find Mikey before he gets too far ahead."

Leo walked along the streets. He noticed that the light was starting to dim. He also noticed that the dimming of the light made the other two ghosts -- Narc and Tank -- uneasy. He could hear soft whispers that they kept to themselves, thinking that maybe he couldn't hear him.

"Do you think that maybe he's lost? Does Mikey actually know what he's doing?"

"Of course he does. Draxum told him how the spell works --"

"But are we sure? I mean, I don't want to doubt Mikey's abilities -- but this is Leo's life at stake here."

"Keep your voice down! He might hear you..."

"Raph, this is a big deal. Leo has been comatose for seven whole days with no sign of recovery. I... I don't want to lose him."

"We won't. I'm sure we won't."

The two were eerily quiet. At first, Leo was afraid that they'd gone again, left him alone in the silence. But then one of them -- the Tank -- spoke up.

"We're still here, Leo."

"Oh, thank Pizza Supreme," the slider muttered under his breath. "You had me worried for a moment."

"You think we'd leave you?"

"I-I don't know," Leo admitted. "I... I'm not sure why. But I felt like... maybe? Like it happened before..." Leo stalled, slowing to a stop as foggy recollections came back to him. "I thought... I remember.... you left me? Or you went silent..."

"We didn't mean to," Tank responded. "The first time, you sorta... disappeared. You vanished, and Mikey had to search for you for a few minutes before we found you again. The second time, we were still with you, but once we came into the new dream, it was like everything reset, and we couldn't reach you anymore. We keep having to fight to reach you."

"Why?" Leo asked. "The light guy mentioned a curse, I think. Is that part of it? Part of whatever's keeping me trapped here?"

Tank considered it deeply before answering.

"I don't know. Mikey would know better."

"The light guy?"

"Yeah, the light guy."

"Where is he, by the way?" Leo wondered, looking around.

The streets were getting busier. The sparkles getting dim, almost completely faded.

"Well, that's not good."

"What do we do?" Leo asked. "How do we get out of here?"

"Follow me," Narc said quietly. "I think I can find 'Light Guy' using my ninpo."

"How am I supposed to follow you if I can't see you?" Leo reminded, not even considering to skimp on the sass.

"But you can hear me. Follow my voice, okay?"

"Got it," Leo said with a nod.

Narc started to talk. And talk. And talk.

Wow. Okay. He liked to talk a lot. Leo started to groan from all the things he went on about. He spoke of science, the stars, astronomy. He talked about black holes, and the theories behind what would happen if you stepped inside one. He spoke of the different classifications of stars, such as red giants and dwarf stars and why they twinkle or change colour in the night. He talked about the moon, and how he was convinced that there was a secret second moon.  Narc mentioned his favourite conspiracies. He spoke of the rewriting of history, the possible faked moon landing, the mysteries behind the Lost Colony of Roanoke. He talked about Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster, the Jersey Devil, but he refused to touch the subject of aliens for some reason. Instead, he brought up biology. Microbes, bacteria, germs, single-celled organisms. The mitochondria were the powerhouse of the cell. Red blood cells, white blood cells, bone structure, muscles, how hair and nails were made of the same thing, melanin, mutations, and so forth.  To say he touched a bit on the subject of botany would be an understatement...

"Man, you would really like my brother Donnie," Leo noted. "He's totally into this stuff, too."

There was silence. Leo felt an awkward tension.

"Ahem. So, uh... do you guys like Jupiter Jim?"

There was a stifled cackle from Tank.

"Yeah. Yeah, we do. But not as much as Lou Jitsu!"

"Seriously?" Leo gaped, excited beyond measure. "I LOVE Lou Jitsu's films! And you may have figured it out by the genetic resemblance, but in case you didn't, did you know that --"

"Um, guys?" Narc piped in. "Have we been here before?"

Leo looked around at the stalls. There was a florist pop-up stand, a shoe shop set up against a stone cavern wall, a water fountain, a park bench, and a few other stalls that all sold shady-looking mystic trinkets.

"...I don't think so?" Leo offered. "It doesn't look familiar..."

"I could have sworn we came this way before..."

"Do you think we've gone in circles?"

"I thought so... But it's Leo's dreamscape. If he says no, then.... Let's just keep going for now, Mikey's trail is getting cold."

Leo followed the sound of Narc and Tank talking. He joined in, each one speaking of their favourite Lou Jitsu film.

They passed by a fishmonger, a jeweler, and a children's school for wizards.

Narc mentioned how some dreams hold deeper meaning, and some things represent deep-rooted fear or a danger. He mentioned how dreams were often used to predict the future, and how some people can even see future visions in their sleep.

They passed by a series of diners and Yokai eateries.

Tank wondered where Light Guy was. He started to worry about what might have happened to him. Tank seemed like the worrying kind. They discussed how someone could get lost inside Leo's mind. It unnerved him to think that there was a person snooping around his subconscious.

They passed by a florist, a shoe shop, and a water fountain.

Wait... didn't they just...?

"Do you guys see that?" Leo asked, pointing. "We passed that flower stand already, right?"

"I TOLD YOU we were going around in circles!" Narc whined.

"Wait, so we must've taken a wrong turn somewhere!" Tank deduced. "Maybe we try retracing our steps?"

The group go back the way they came. Past the flower stand. Past the diners. Past the wizard school. Past the jewelers. Past the fishmongers. Past the shady-looking trinket stands. Past the park bench and water fountain. Past the shoe shop. Past the flower stand...

Uh-oh.

"Wait, how does that work?" Leo wondered aloud, pointing in the two directions they'd come from.

"A common nightmare is going round in circles, moving around but never getting anywhere," Narc offered. "This might be something of that nature."

"Uh... what exactly happens in those kinds of dreams?"

"You never get anywhere, as to be expected. They represent psychological distress, usually related to interpersonal problems, work-related issues, or basically anything that revolves around a stressful or anxiety-inducing situation."

"Well, it's a good thing I don't have any of those problems!" Leo exhaled with relief.

The nagging feeling of swallowing your words, hiding the truth, lying. Leo could feel it in the others.

"What? What are you guys not saying?"

"Huh? Nothing! Nothing at all..."

"Uh-huh. Right. Anyway, Narc, how do we break out of the loop?" Leo asked.

"First off, hate that nickname. Second, try doing anything out of the ordinary? Maybe try... going off the path?"

"Alrighty then, let's think outside the box!" Leo whooped, jumping over the flower cart and racing away.

He could feel Tank and Narc close behind him as he ran in odd zig-zaggy patterns. He bobbed and weaved through the crowds, trying to maneuver through them as he searched for a new path to take. The crowds parted. There was a florist pop-up stand and a shoe shop.

"What the what?!" Leo yelled, throwing his fists in the air. "This doesn’t make any sense! How am I supposed to escape this dream prison thing if I can't escape a single avenue?!"

Leo started running again. This time, out of pure anger. He ran and ran and ran, hearing Tank shout after him. He ran and ran and ran, ignoring Narc's scoldings. He ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran.

Leo ran out of breath. He collapsed to his knees, laughing over the thought that he couldn't breath when he couldn't feel the effects of breathlessness. It didn't hurt his chest. It didn't even feel tight or constricted. He wasn't even tired. He couldn't feel anything other than despair.

Leo happened to glance down at the cobblestone path beneath him. There was dust, dirt, pebbles... and a sparkling glitter trail, just faint enough that you would miss it if you weren't a few inches away from it. He pressed a finger against the sparkle. It grew brighter against his fingerprint. Hmmm...

"Tank?" Leo called out. "Are you still there??"

"I'm here!" Tank shouted back, running up towards Leo, his voice gaining volume as he did. "What is it?"

"You said that Narc could make anything, right?"

"Yeah?" Tank confirmed slowly, his tone sounding wary. "Why?"

"Can he make something that can make these brighter? Or track them like a metal detector?" Leo asked, holding his finger up in the air.

"Well, 'Narc'?"

"First of all, you don't have to call me that, you know my name. Don't call me Narc. Secondly..."

There was a pause. Leo could faintly feel something like a soft breeze around his hands. He looked up in expectation to see something holding his hand, lifting them up to inspect. But he couldn't see anything. It made his heart sink.

"...I can work with this."

There was a rush of wind, a burst of electricity, and Leo had to cover his eyes or else he would be blinded. When he opened his eyes again, there was a strange bracelet-gauntlet-wristwatch-thing on the ground before him. It was glowing purple, and looked like it had been made from tangible light, like a hologram.

"What is this thing?" Leo asked, picking the device up and examining it thoroughly. 

"It's an enhancer; specifically it enhances ninpo. It is locked on to 'Light Guy's signature, so it will not only follow his magic trail, it'll also enhance it! And if he made it to the exit, then hopefully it lead us out of this loop."

Leo smiled as he placed the device on his wrist. A surge of something strange and powerful coursed through his veins, up his arm, and filled his lungs. It was exciting, brilliant, clear and logical, cutthroat but loving in its own nerdy way.

It was Donnie.

"...Don...?"

"Hmm?"

"This... Donnie, is this you?"

A pause, baited breath, terror and desperate hope fogging up the air with a tension so thick that not even Leo's odachi could carve through it. He could hear the audible gasp of shock from Tank, but the silence from Narc Donatello was deafening. Leonardo heard him take a deep inhale before answering.

"...You're not going to faint or get a memory wipe again, are you?"

"What does that mean?"

"This isn't the first time you figured out who I am, Nardo."

Leo swallowed.

"The last time... I forgot you?"

"I think you figured it out just as we were entering a new dream, so that might have been the cause."

"Oh. But.... it is you, right?"

Leo could feel the breeze around him shift, encompassing his arms and shoulders. He reached out for it, trying to grip it in an embrace if he could.

"It's me. It's Donnie."

Leo tried not to cry. But all he wanted was to hold Donnie close, hold him tight, say he was sorry for forgetting him, not recognising his voice or mannerisms at all. He wanted to apologise for so many things, he wasn't even sure what. There was a bubbling force in his stomach, urging him to say sorry for leaving them and the invasion and everything he was responsible for.

But instead, he just hung his head sadly.

"...I'm sorry, Don."

"It's okay, Nardo. We just want to help you get better. To get out of this."

"...So does that mean that 'Tank' is... Raph?"

"That's me," Tank Raph said, and Leo could hear the smile in his voice.

"So... so who's Light Guy?"

"You... you can't figure it out?"

"Well, I was gonna say Mikey, but Mikey can't do all that magic stuff you guys mentioned!"

There was another silence. Leo sensed their confusion, the withholding of information.

"What? What aren't you telling me?"

"Leo... how do you think I was able to make the wristlet?" Donnie asked.

"I dunno, brainpower? Imagination? We're in the dream world, after all."

"Yeah, but we can't actually do anything in here," Raph told him. "We can't affect the world around you, we can't even interact with you."

"So... so then how did you make this?" Leo asked, turning his wrist over to inspect the bracelet.

"With my ninpo.... But you don't know what that is, do you?"

"...Um... Yessss, I do?" Leo tries.

"You're lying. You don't know what that is. You can't even hear me say the word, can you?"

Leo squirmed uncomfortably.

"You said you'd only been to the Hidden City eight times when you've actually been here thirteen. In the last dream, Hueso said you saved the world, but you were confused by what he meant."

"Leo... what's the last thing you remember?" Raph asked nervously.

"The... the last thing I remember?" Leo reechoed. "Like... from the dreams?"

"No, from real life."

"I-I'm not sure," Leo whispered. "The dream world feels real, I can't really tell when the memories end and the dream starts... was... we had a sleepover... was that real or a dream?"

"We've had a lot of sleepovers," Donnie chimed in. "Are you thinking about the one you dreamt of? With all the snacks and pizza and--"

"And Raph exploded the Vitamin Water?" Leo finished. "That... that was a part of a dream?"

"Yeah. Leo... what was the last big mission you went on?"

"Uh... the Shredder?"

"Which Shredder mission?" Raph asked.

"What do you mean, which one? We... we got rid of him..."

"...Did we work with Big Mama to banish him?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Who's the leader of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?"

"Who? Is that like, some off-brand version of the Mad Dogs?"

"...Who is the leader of the Mad Dogs?"

"Raph is."

"..."

"...This is not ideal."

"Why? What's not ideal?? What aren't you telling me... is Raph not the leader anymore? What happened to Raph, why can't he lead??"

"Nothing happened to Raph, he just... Never mind. We need to find Mikey."

Leo wanted to keep prying, find out what was so devastating that no one would tell him... But the glowing device on his wrist began to glow, and the sparkles that had all but disappeared from the ground began to brighten, and by contrast, the rest of the Hidden City began to dim.

"There! Follow that glitter!"

Leo ran after the path, going in circles at least twice before the glittering specks led away from the path, down a different and unseen lane. Leo could feel a strange emotion rising up slowly. One that was lost, scared, feeling hopeless... but strangely tired. The exhaustion that weighed down this soul was crushing, Leo almost felt like he too would fall asleep if he wasn't wary. There was also a strange cloud of confusion surrounding the feelings. Leo could feel this person was lost, not just physically, but also mentally. They felt... Leo wasn't sure how to describe it. They felt like everything they knew was slowly fading away.

Leo pushed past a group of Yokai and saw the sparkling light that had attempted to guide him before, only now it was alone, laid limp on the ground, and growing duller by the second.

"There he is!" Donnie yelled. "Mikey!"

Leo felt the ghost of something move through him, purple light surrounding the small star on the floor. The light fluttered before suddenly vanishing completely. Leo gasped in terror before feeling something like a warmth over his shoulder.

"Mikey?!"

"He's okay," Raph soothed. "He just came out of the light form. Donnie has him now."

"Is -- is he -- what's going on, why was he on the floor like that?! Could you see him, why did he feel like -- like he was -- like he --"

"He's alright, just semi-incapacitated," Donnie informed them. "Angelo, wake up. Angelo?"

"This must've been what Draxum was talking about when he said not to get sidetracked," Raphael realises.

"Meaning?" Leo interrogated. "Sidetracked from what?"

"From you," Raph whispered. "If we stay away from you for too long, we'll 'lose sight of what we're here for', and become trapped just like you."

Leonardo heard a soft mumble, followed by a growing sensation of comfort. Mikey was waking up.

"Mmmm....? Wha... wha' happ'ned...? Who... who are you?"

"What? Angelo, it's me! It's Donnie!"

"Why... why couldn't I hear your name?"

Leo felt sickness rising in his stomach. Donnie and Raph felt like they were going to puke. Mikey's head was fogged up and cloudy, heavy with confusion and riddled with sleepiness.

"What's going on?" Leo asked. "What's wrong with Mikey?"

"I-I don't know -- Mikey, look at me. Do you recognize me?"

It became quiet for a moment. All eyes (invisible and not) were frozen to the spot where Mikey was found. Leo could feel the fear rising, the worry in Raph and the burning anger over the situation growing in Donnie. But then he felt clarity in Mikey, and the drowsy spell that had been cast over him dissipated.

"...D-Donnie...? Raph?" there was a sudden joyful gasp. "Leo!"

Leo blinked, expecting to feel or see something, a hug or a smile. There was nothing.

"L-Leo? Are you okay? Wait, why can't I touch you -- what happened, why are we... we..."

Mikey's voice softened as the memory came back.

"...Oh. Oh, I'm sorry, I --"

"You don't have to apologise, Mikey," Leo whispered, looking down at his hands.

"You know my name?"

"Yeah, I know who everyone is. But what happened to you?"

Mikey hummed quietly, groaning as he apparently sits up or stands with Donnie's assistance.

"I... I remember trying to lead the way out, but I went too far ahead. I almost made it to the next dream, but then -- then I forgot where I was, why I was there, I even forgot you guys, and the more I forgot, the s-sleepier I got..."

"That's why Draxum told us to stick together and stick with Leo," Raph reminded him. "We might've lost you. But we know what not to do now."

"You said you almost found the way to the next dream?" Donnie reiterated.

"Which way?" Leo's voice was filled with hope. He wanted to get out as soon as possible for his brothers' sakes. He couldn't bear the idea of them getting hurt because of him. Again.

Again? What --

"The way out is over there!"

Mikey's voice interrupted Leo's thoughts. He took in a deep breath before standing up and looking around. Up ahead, there was a small avenue that led to a cave tunnel.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive!" Mikey assured him. "A-although, somebody's gonna hafta carry me... m-my legs aren’t exactly working right now. I think I used up all my mystic powers."

"Raph's gotchya, big man," the eldest brother stated, noisily hoisting Michelangelo up and walking towards the cavern. "Come on, guys, we're halfway through this trial!"

Leo and Donnie followed after the duo into the cave. It grew dark, cold, clammy. Quiet and calm. Leo appreciated the calming atmosphere, as he felt anything but calm.

"You okay?"

"Are you asking because you can read my thoughts?"

"Guilty. Is it about what happened to Mikey?"

"Sorta. I mean, I'm upset over what happened to him, but mostly I'm scared. Is that what it's like when I enter a new dream?"

"So far, yes."

"And that means that soon, I'll forget again. I'll go full Groundhog Day."

"But we'll remind you of everything again."

"...But it hurts you," Leo whimpers. "I know it does. It hurt me to see Mikey so confused like that, even if it was only for a short minute. And I don't want to be stuck feeling alone anymore."

"We won't let you get lost, Leo," Donnie promises.

He can almost feel him take his hand, before realising it's just the hologram wrist tech he has yet to remove.

"But there's more... you guys aren't telling me something. You keep skirting the subject, avoiding things, pretending like there isn't an issue when I can clearly tell that there is!"

"We're just trying to not overwhelm you."

"Overwhelm me how? I mean, some witch or a crazy new mutant must've put a weird sleeping beauty spell on me, right? What could be more overwhelming than that??"

"...That's not what happened."

"Say wha?" Leo questions. "What does that mean --"

"Guys! Up ahead!" Raph shouts. "Do you see that light?"

Leo runs up ahead to see what Raph's commotion is about. As he does, a familiar drowsiness sets in. The light up ahead grows brighter, more vivid. Leo can hear noises and sounds like joy and excitement and cheering... The light soon becomes too bright and his eyes close to keep from going blind.

Leonardo emerges from the tunnel into a large arena, the walls painted black with red pillars and humongous skulls decorating them. The grandstands are filled with Yokai, each of whom looks like they'd have a warrant or a bounty on their heads. The dust blows around the ground as three spotlights are shone directly onto Leo's face, his body encased with armour fit for a gladiator. A screeching whine of feedback echoes over a series of loudspeakers before Big Mama's voice shouts over the commotion and applause of the bloodthirsty crowds.

"LADIES AND GENTLE-GERMS, I GIVE YOU... THE NEXT CHAMP-I-ON OF THE BATTLE NEXUS, NIGHTMARE EDITION!"

[jinksyweirdo]

Day 9; Faves tracks from OW Ost.

dude. You don't understand how well the songs/tracks fits in OW. SOOOO, LISTING THESE AMAZING FUCKING MASTERPIECES CAUSE THEY'RE MY FAVOURITE!!! >:3

Genzou's Theme - Just one of those tunes that scratches your brain so well. Honestly, I just love the beats and pianos in the background, matching the rhythm.

Work, interrupted - WOOOOO, IGGY GOT TASTE- But fr tho, the jazzy music literally made me go searching for the music itself (I forgot the name-). Also made me vibe with the music despite Iggy falling off his chair and landing on his wet carpet smelling like coffee.

Orlam's Revenge -

Orlam; *Getting ready to drop Genzou in the boiling pots and eat the duo.*

Me: *Dancing and vibing once again-* Wait, what's going on again?-

But why did that eat so hard???? Like, Orlam is literally going to eat/cook the two while this music is playing in the background, matching not only his vibes, but his insanity 😋.

Escaping the Castle - RUN BITCH, RUNNNN!! I love it so much omfg. Like- How do I even explain how fantastic this shit is?????? 😭🧐

Genzou's Shop - Honestly, something that I would listen to while studying. Gives off quite an upbeat and calm vibe to me. Relaxing. ✨✨

Nothing Good - The tune...Why tf does it give off such creepy but vibey tunes??? Like, you're at a Ghost town or in an abandoned house and that's what you hear. ;3;

I'm Sorry - WHOA, WHOA WTHHHH. The heavy beat drops WOOOOO!! But besides that, to me, it really expresses Orlam's anger and resentment towards Genzou. How easily Genzou can say sorry to Iggy but not to him. That's just my thoughts obviously.

Iggy's Descent - ...oops. Shiver me timbers-

That gave me the chills tbh. It's like listening to one finally snapping.

Look What You've Become - Suited the whole entire atmosphere around Iggy, how he became a monster, becoming corrupted, so blinded by his rage and emotions.

Cecil - It matches with his first appearance ngl. Suits the whole mysterious look, if that's what he's going for whatsoever.

Tarantella For Three - Despite the whole situation that uh Orlam had put the duo (Iggs and Genzou) in and the discomfort of it- You got to agree that this song is jazzy as fuck.

Arc 4 Credit - IT DIDN'T NEED TO EAT THAT HARDDDDDD BUT IT DIDDDD 😭😭😭.

The Collector - Gives off such an intense vibe. FUCKING SUITS THE SITUATION. Am I the only one who plays this track whenever I play UNO or Battleships with my younger cousins? Cause I did, and it was the best experience 😂. (I kept losing.)

Doll Chase - Honestly, when I heard this for the first time, I was literally vibing to the music and forgot that Iggy and Genzou were even chasing the Iggy Doll around. It gives me such a tappy-dancy vibes! (I loved it so much and got distracted by it that I forgot to save when my sister shut my laptop down-)

WonderlandNews Broadcast - It kind of reminds me of those 3D pixel games and Pokemon + Yokai Watch, where they have this nice song at the intro or credits.

Tomato Ambush - I'm a sucker for heavy music/tunes, and this is one of them. Again. How it suited the situation so well, the chaos, the adrenaline through the ambush. And yes. I did want to commit a Tomato massacre when seeing those little red ommpa loompas again.

Jerry and His band of merry Furries Rabbits;

Quite a nice tune ngl. I just like it :3

Nighttime Chat (Genzou) - stop. The nice mixture of the violin and piano, in quite a dire situation they found themselves in. It gives such a nice calming and relaxing feeling. That even in dark moments, there's always a moment of comfort and peacefulness.

Breaching the Castle - Gives off such epic vibes for our three heroes, as they continue to push forward into the castle despite all odds and risks! >:)

Bucks and Hunar - ...Carrot, you fucking tore my heart out when using this track- Cause again, I bursts out in tears. The solitary- the soft yet menacing beats of this track is just- I can't describe the amount of sadness I had also felt with Bucks.

Cutting Down The Tree - LET IT DIE, LET IT DIE- *coughs* I mean- Uhm.

ANYWAYS, It gives off such a peaceful sound (halfway), which I think really suits that they can finally have their own peace of mind. And how the many wishes escaped the tree...was so perfect. Just absolute cinema.

Overall, I just like to say. Carrot. You are a mastermind of choosing the perfect track for each CG you have ever done. :)

[demoxal]

How to be a decent parent: A guide by Hamato Yoshi

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“I’ve been meaning to ask, el rato,” Hueso says, leaning on a counter as I start my shift. I hum questioningly from my position kneeling on the floor. “Why do you always put your child in the cupboard?” Me and Donnie both blink up at him, the boy even looking up from whatever he’s been doing to his crinkly toy. I smile at him:

“Yeah, we’re talking about you.” I poke his forehead gently and he tries to catch my finger. I let him and he inspects it in apparent fascination, petting my fur and watching it change the way it lays. I turn back to Hueso, “Donnie doesn’t like the lights. He seems fine with the noise, but the lights stress him out.”

I had to change the way that everyone is strapped to me because Raph becomes very distressed when at least one of his brothers isn’t in direct contact with him. Leo is one kicky baby, so usually I put Raphael in a sling with Mikey and put Leo in Donnie’s backpack setup so he doesn’t provoke his brothers. Hueso let me set up a soft “room” in Donnie’s cupboard so he doesn’t get hurt while I can’t supervise him (thankfully the days of randomly ceasing to breathe and being unable to hold up his head have long passed, if he even had those).

“You can’t keep just slinging around infants while on shift.” Hueso frowns.

“Well I can’t just leave them.” I shrug.

“My ex-wife owes me.” he says, out of nowhere. I just stare at him, waiting for him to elaborate. “She could babysit.”

“Aren’t you the one who got custody of Junior?”

“Yes, when he was four.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You’re gonna ask your ex-wife, who you probably haven’t spoken to in months, to babysit four cappa infants that aren’t even mine in the legal sense?”

He shrugs, like that’s a tomorrow problem. “She likes weird kids.”

“That… actually might work.” I pause. “But only for an hour or two at a time. They still need to feed every three hours or they start screaming. Like banshees.”

Hueso winces, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Fine. Part-time help. Just don’t let any of them fall into the deep fryer.”

“No promises about Leo. That one’s got a death wish.”

Behind me, Leo lets out a delighted squawk from his new spot strapped to my back, as if to prove my point by nearly launching himself backward like a spring-loaded potato. I reach behind me on instinct and pin him back down with a flat hand.

Hueso sighs. “Deu, you are exhausting.”

“You’re the one who hired me.”

“You’re the one who showed up looking like a cryptid nanny with nowhere else to go.”

He has a point. I glance at the clock. Ten minutes till open. “You want me to mop or run stock first?”

“Mop,” he grumbles. “That frog wizard from uptown tracked glitter through here again. I swear if I catch him-”

“Murder. Got it,” I say lightly, grabbing the mop and twirling it once like a baton.

Donnie makes a delighted coo from his cupboard.

Hueso watches him for a moment, then mutters, “Why do I feel like I’m going to end up with five employees under four feet tall by the end of the year.”

I grin. “Because you’re soft, boss.”

“I’m overworked and undercaffeinated.”

“And soft.” He throws a dish rag at me. I duck.

Five minutes pass by uneventfully. I was mopping, Hueso was talking to someone on the phone, then joined me in wiping down counters. Four minutes before we open, the doorbell jingles. I glance up.

Who enters is the same kind of yokai as Hueso and they are similarly thin, but their “lips” are thinner and their shoulders have a relaxed slope to them. Their dress is colourful, consisting of a white pirate shirt and a skirt with a beautifully complex pattern and colour scheme, a bandana covering their head.

I wonder if I should tell them that we’re still technically closed when they open their mouth:

“Ah, Hueso, ¿así que este es el desmadre en el que te metiste por casarte?” I blink, trying to translate their words in my head. “Is this, something something, married(?), something”. Yeah, my Spanish definitely needs some work.

"No me casé-” 

"Ni me digas, no quiero saber." They laugh, airy and melodic, covering their mouth with a dainty hand. They finish laughing at Hueso’s expense, then finally seem to notice me — or, more accurately, the infant strapped to my front currently gnawing on a teething ring with great determination. “¡Ay, no me digas que este muñequito es tuyo, Hueso!” they gasp with mock scandal, then turn their bright eyes on me. “¿Y tú quién eres, corazón? No te había visto antes.” I open my mouth to respond but they cut me off, reaching forward and gently patting Raph’s little foot. “Soy Médula, por cierto. ¿Y tú? ¿Cómo te llamas, mi cielito?” There is a beat of silence.

“…Uh,” I manage eloquently, eyes wide. “Sorry, I don’t— I mean, No hablo espanol…?” There’s a pause.

Then Médula gasps — hand to her chest, eyes wide with theatrical shock. “Oh, honey, and here I was laying it on thick like you were born and raised in Oaxaca.” She laughs again, all light and mischief. “¡Ay, este calaverito no me dijo nada!” she says, throwing Hueso a dramatic glare. “You didn’t tell me your helper was this cute and tragically monolingual! Don’t worry, mi cielito, I gotchu. English is fine.”

She leans in a little, examining my face, then Raph and Mikey. Okay, so I think this is his ex-wife. Okay. Cool cool cool.

“Um, one’s in the cupboard because he doesn’t like the lights here and one is on my back.” I warn her, “And I’d be eternally grateful if you helped me take care of them while I work because, as much as I love them, they’re way too much trouble when I’m getting yelled at.”

“Of course, of course!” she nods, smiling, “What are the muñequitos named?”

“Alright, so this one is Raphael, he’s a sweetheart but will bite you if your hand is too close to his face, and he needs at least one of his brothers in line of sight. He’s very touchy, so the best one for keeping him calm is Michelangelo, who is this little fellow, he’s an angel, the one strapped to my back is Leonardo and he loves to kick and also try to eat Donnie specifically and the one in the cupboard is Donatello, he doesn’t like being jostled. Good luck!”

Médula chuckles, now with her arms full of babies all doing their own thing and I can finally work like a normal person.

[thedawningofthehour]

In tandem with my ramblings about doth being an actual separated au instead of a 'Donnie thinks it's a separated au' au and some conversation with @dryad-druid about that and Big Mama being an actual mama-yeah, I think I've thought up a pretty cool au idea.

(this is long. you will regret this)

So the classic Donnie gets separated from his brothers, Lou takes the other kids in the divorce and Draxum gets left with Donnie, but unlike other separated aus, Lou very clearly sees Draxum save him from the flames. But Lou's hurt, choking on smoke, holding three babies and Draxum is holding his baby and OH YEAH HE'S LITERALLY IN THE PROCESS OF MUTATING. Lou has to flee for the safety of his other kids.

But he fought Draxum and took the turtles for a reason, and every moment he spends with his three babies just renews his conviction. He can't let Draxum keep even one of the turtles, and he will not leave his child to the mercy of that monster.

He needs to return to reclaim his last baby...but he barely got out alive the first time. Not only that, but he has three little lives that depend on him now. Even if he was successful, they couldn't be left alone for long. And he cannot fail. He can't leave his purple baby with Draxum, and he can't leave his other children alone.

So he returns to the Battle Nexus. He tells Big Mama he'll stay, he'll do whatever she wants him to do, provided two things: she provides for his children, feed them and educate them and keep them safe from anyone who might try to harm them or use them for their own ends, including herself. And second, help him reclaim his child from Draxum.

Big Mama is ecstatic. She has Lou back right where she wants him, his boys are just the most adorable turtles she's ever seen, and she really doesn't like Draxum anyway. They get married, she gets the boys birth certificates or whatever and sets them up in luxury accommodations, and hires mercenaries to capture Baron Draxum and his remaining creation and bring them to her-unharmed, she stresses. The baby must be kept safe, at all costs.

Meanwhile, Draxum just watched his entire life's work go up in flames as he was violently divorced by the guy he sort of-totally had a crush on, who was also the father of his kids and kidnapped 3/4's of them, and is now left with whatever meager possessions survived the blaze, his gargoyles, and a single turtle.

And yes, this turtle fusses constantly and keeps pulling his hair and doesn't let him sleep for more than two hours at a time, but...he, weirdly, really enjoys it. Yes, he's exhausted and hungry and hasn't been able to take a leisurely poop in a week because the second he sits down someone starts to cry, but when he stares up at Draxum with those big eyes while he takes a bottle, when he refuses to settle down and fall asleep until he's in Draxum's arms, he just...can't help it. He's completely taken with this kid. He'd do anything for him. He's all that Draxum has left.

So when the bounty hunters come looking for him, intending to take his son away, Draxum runs.

Homeless, penniless, not daring to use even his name, Draxum goes into hiding with only what he can carry on his back and the baby in his arms. He unfortunately has to get rid of the gargoyles-he won't be able to pay them and they're too stupid to keep anything a secret, plus they sucked as nannies. So they go back to the gargoyle agency, and Draxum goes off into the night.

Hiding in the Hidden City proves difficult, considering there's only so many goat Yokai, and Big Mama's goons are nothing if not thorough. I thought maybe he could live in some fantasy-esque cottage out in the middle of the mushroom forest or something, and maybe he does for the first few years, but as Galois grows so do his needs, and he becomes increasingly harder to keep hidden. So Draxum retreats to the only place left he has a prayer of disappearing into-NYC.

Life on the surface is hard and forces Draxum to deal with-shudders-humans, but he soon finds himself benefitting from their kindness. A coat draped over his shoulders when the temperatures start to dip, leftovers from a restaurant worker who is supposed to throw them away but puts it all in a to-go box instead. He likes to think of it as fate, choosing the alleyway right outside their apartment the night before he was stumbled upon, but after the shock had worn off the couple was eager to help him, and neither they nor their daughter April treated his son any differently.

The O'Neils help Draxum get a settled in a recently vacated apartment in their building and things begin looking up. Galois and April become attached at the hip almost immediately, and though neither of them completely understand why Gale has to stay hidden, they listen to the adults. Draxum can pass for human even without his cloaking brooch, so he gets a part-time job in the evenings to at least cover some of what the O'Neils are doing for him. April goes to his apartment when she gets done with school and he watches her until her own parents get home, and the O'Neils watch Galois while his father is at work.

It's not perfect, but they have so many more opportunities on the surface. April struggles in school so Draxum offers to homeschool her alongside Galois, and her parents agree to do that for at least her elementary years. When April is twelve and Galois is ten, Draxum gives him his own cloaking brooch so he can attend middle school with her. It comes with a long lecture on how he can't let anyone know his secret, that Draxum was asking a lot from the both of them, but he felt like they were mature enough to understand how important it was.

So they go to school, then come home and learns alchemy and Yokai history from Draxum, Galois sets his curtains on fire multiple times performing experiments in his bedroom, and always seems to be learning a new subject from Youtube tutorials. Draxum gets a day job as a lunch lady and starts thinking about getting a human degree, so he can go back to doing science things or practicing medicine. Two decades ago he would have recoiled in horror if someone showed him his future, but he finds himself...weirdly content.

MEANWHILE. The rest of the boys grow up in a life of luxury, tailored clothing and endless servants and world-class tutors. Lou settles himself into being Big Mama's part-time champion and full-time trophy husband. True to his word, he does whatever Big Mama asks of him, so long as it doesn't compromise his sons. He fights, he smiles and poses for the press, he sleeps in her bed when she wants him and makes himself scarce when she doesn't. And he does what he can to ensure his boys don't get too spoiled. Taking care of them is the only thing in his life that makes him happy now.

But the deal he made with Big Mama chafes him at every turn. She said she'd never force his children to fight, but when Raphael begs her to put him in some of the smaller, no-kill fights...well, that certainly wasn't against the terms of their contract, and how could she ever say no to one of her turtley-boos?! Leonardo is clever, far cleverer than any of his nannies or tutors, with a skill in manipulation that would put most car salesmen to shame. Not to mention he's definitely the most handsome of his sons, with his bold markings and charismatic personality. Big Mama delights in parading him around, using him as arm-candy when Lou isn't available. And worst of all, she's taken to teaching him business at her side. She fixates on Michelangelo as well, but Lou can't really find anything to object to when she hangs up his artwork and brags to her dinner guests about their meal being planned and cooked by one of her sons. Still, he keeps his last baby close, so she'll have all the more trouble finding something to exploit in him.

All the while, he can't bring himself to truly be angry with Big Mama. She took him back, kept him and his boys safe when they needed it. She's his children's mother, they love her, look at all she provides them. He was the one that left those loopholes in, he was the one who failed his sons. He was the one who left one of them behind. He can't be angry with her, no.

But he knows who he can be angry with.

So that's how he passes the years. Watching his wife exploit the children she claims to love, reading report after report of every failed mission to locate Draxum and his missing child, taking his fury out on every mercenary that returns without them. He thinks about his last baby, what hell their life must be. How they must feel, knowing their father left them with a monster. He thinks about Draxum, the source of all his misery, who has eluded him and kept his child captive for thirteen long years. Lou waits. He plans. While inside him, a simmering hatred plants its roots deeper and deeper, and slowly begins to boil.

[rainyraisin]

YOKAI WATCH COLLECTION BECAUSE THE HYPERFIXATION HAS RETURNED IN FULL FORCE

I just spent a good 30 minutes playing with my yokai watch and honestly worth

How those batteries have withstood the test of time for 8 years I will NEVER understand

Ignore how my Yokai Watch 1 cartridge doesn't have a case, I lost it in like 2016 I need to get a new one 😔😔💔💔💔

ALSO I ONLY HAVE 1 MEDAL MISSING FRON THAT SET. and fittingly enough that yokais name is Payn. I'm gonna find that mf istg. He isn't even a rare medal I just. Don't have him LMAO

I have more stuff coming from ebay btw hehe

Most of this stuff is 8 years old, some stuff is from a couple years later, some stuff is from last year :D

Also YES I'm flexing my physical copy of Yokai Watch 3 on you. Deal with it. That mf is worth like £300 and I got it for £30. Suffer./lhj (I don't have the physical versions of the blasters games yet though, I'm gonna track them down eventually-)

ALSO ALSO yes I'm hyperfixated again because of the ghost craft teaser how did you know. I've been watching it on repeat since it released xgnktfjkcg- I know its not guaranteed to be a yokai watch game but let me dream.

[jujutsukaisen0]

i havent entirely finished the fall 2024 shows yet (3 episodes of blue lock and 1 of ron kamonohashi) but since this is the last day of 2024 this is my final released in 2024 anime ranking and yes a lot of my opinions will be biased:

1. bang brave bang bravern

it's just a perfect show. it has everything i want. everyone ever should watch bravern bc i can't even begin to explain how good it is

2. cherry magic

one of the only "wholesome" bls i genuinely enjoy bc i dont find the main characters insufferable. thats not true but for being a pure romance bl its sooooo good. kurosawa is enough of a freak that it really makes it. ive seen the show twice (subbed and dubbed) and read the whole manga has far as the english translation has gone. i cant get enough of it

3. dandadan

i somehow dont have a lot to say about this one either. its dandadan. it was solidly good every week and im such a science saru fan that it made the experience that much better. great show excited for s2

4. twilight out of focus

this was the first anime i kept up with its weekly releases for since probably 2016. it was so much fun. i really loved all the couples and thought the film setting was so fun for a bl bc my girlfriend and i love film

5. mayonaka punch

beautiful lesbian vampirism. dont have much to say about this either i just thought it was so pleasant to watch a girl lust disgusting style after another girl. i hope they fuck crazy nasty in s2 im pleading

6. a terrified teacher at ghoul school (yohaji)

really unexpected sleeper hit. its so fucking ridiculously good which i never expected. i love absurd comedy anime so this is so perfect for me and i love all the yokai kids and miki and abe and auhhhh so good! really unexpected fave

7. wind breaker

you know i initially had this higher but i kinda dragged my feet so bad watching the show but after i finally got through it i liked it so i was thinking about it from current graham's pov but past graham would say it was lower so i'll kinda average it. anyways i liked it and the characters a lot. looking forward to s2

8. ron kamonohashi second season

solid show. i loved season 1 but i kinda wish season 2 spent more time elaborating on the house of m but of course i love ron and toto so much i cant even be that mad. season 3 better be confirmed or else i'll be pissed

9. magilumiere magical girls inc

feels criminal to have this so low because i really loved it but unfortunately got beat out by everything else this year. im really excited to catch up in the manga and watch s2

10. negative positive angler

i have such a complicated relationship with negaposi. it was originally my favorite show of the season but it pissed me off way too many times in the middle of the show. the highs were Really high and the lows were Really low. i wish the pacing had been better bc the show had so much potential

11. blue lock second season

i kind of don't even need to say why this is down here. it had a lot of highs with shidou and sae and bachira's aishiteru but man i really do Not care about the u 20 match and i wont care that much about michael kaiser either but im kinda stuck with this show now. blue lock makes it so hard for you to like it

12. senpai is an otokonoko

one of the most pissing me off shows ever made. i liked it but at what fucking cost man. those stupid kids need to get their shit together before i intervene

13. haigakura

unfortunately went on hiatus in the middle of the run so i cant judge it fairly now. its such a shame bc i was really loving it