#yokai notebook

[cvbullshit]

So I made a Yo-Kai Watch AU concept that people probably have already made before, here's some art on it

The concept is what if the Yo-Kai around Nate were a bit more harmful and "evil" than mischievous, maybe even more demonic even

Also have a video I made joking about it lmao

[ltb-oc]

Doodles sheet like in my notebook while watching yokai watch

[sinful-lanterns]

Cabernet has super long hair and she's able to control vines, and I think if she was a monster she'd be a Harionago. It's a yokai in Japanese folk lore that is a woman with super long hair that she is able to control.

This monster doesnt really fit her powers but I think it'd be pretty cool

I actually think that’s a really cool monster idea, anon! :0

I can imagine the poor Researcher being tangled up in Cabernet’s long hair, trying to reach her notebook so she can write down this extraordinary experience, but Cabernet is playing keep away by using her hair to pull your notebook out of your grasp…

“Now why would you want to stuff your face in that notebook when you could stuff it in me…” Cabernet would purr as she uses her long, spindly hair to tie you down and restrain your movements for her pleasure. While you whine because you are unable to write down in your notes as Cabernet fucks you, you can’t complain much as the experience of having her tongue-fuck you middair using her hair, is too good to even pass up.

As you shakily recover from the exhilarating bondage sex you had with Harionago! Cabernet, you can only write a few notes in your notebook, as Cabernet had possessively wrapped her arms and hair around you, keeping you glued to her and restricting your movements.

Your barely comprehensible from your encounter with Harionago Cabernet:

- Harionago hair is very strong. Can’t move.

- Good tongue skill.

- Possesive.

[imthepunchlord]

Shopping Trip

Read more here.

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Momo was glad that moon days were a rare occurrence. Between three friends all tied to being yokai and having the lingering full moon draw them out during the day, it made school much more exhausting. Momo was starting to feel ready for a break. 

Just one afternoon. 

To go yokai free. 

And bless her friends, Miko and Muko seemed to pick up on it, asking if she wanted to join them for a shopping trip. Momo latched on with an immediate yes. 

To go shopping and walk around the mall for fun, just to goof around and check out sights, it sounded so nice . Just what she needed. 

And usually, the moon was gone by the time school was out. 

She should be good. 

She should be fine. 

No need to stress about her friends when school wrapped up. 

Only there was some slight concern to see that Jiji was still Evil Eye, who was still doodling in the notebook and ripping pages up. Momo squinted at him, like Evil Eye would turn and tell her what was up. 

He didn’t. Too invested in his linework. 

Momo reasoned that Evil Eye just wasn’t giving control back to Jiji. There was no reason to think the moon was still hanging around, right? It was gone by now, right? It had to be… 

The bell sounded out and with some cautious trepidation, Momo headed out. As soon as she stepped into the hall, she was immediately pulled into a hug and given an affectionate muzzle. 

“Momo-chan, I missed you,” Okarun declared easily. 

“Ooooooh,” Miko and Muko cooed, making Momo blush and fluster, pushing back against Okarun’s nuzzle. 

Okarun though didn’t budge, too happy to have her in her arms. 

“Why are you still transformed?” Momo questioned quietly, giving up trying to get free. 

“Cause the moon’s still out,” Aira snarked, coming up to join them. From the open sections of her mask, Momo can see that Aira was scowling. 

“It is!” Miko exclaimed, “Isn’t that romantic?”

“Perfect for some selfies,” Muko agreed. “You two should get a selfie in front of the moon.” 

Okarun peered at Momo’s friends from over her head, intrigued. “I would like that, yo.” 

Her friends grinned at them. “We’re willing to wait if you guys want to get a selfie real quick.” 

Aira scoffed in displeasure, grumbling, “I’m heading home.” 

Okarun leaned back to eye Momo, brow raised. “Are you heading off somewhere, Momo-chan?” 

“We’re going to go shopping!” Miko answered. 

“Wanna join, Okarun?” Muko asked.

As Okarun opened his mouth to reply, there was a loud, excited shout behind them. “TAKAKURA!” 

Miko and Muko darted away from the door just in time as Evil Eye popped up, wild eyes set upon the wary speed demon that turned Momo away from Evil Eye. “Play soccer with me! I learned about it from Jiji! We play now!” 

“No way, yo,” Okarun grumbled, “I wanna go with Momo-chan.”

“All you want to do is be with Momo!” Evil Eye whined, stomping out his tantrum in the doorway. 

Miko and Muko exchanged a look. “You ok, Jiji?” Miko asked. 

Evil Eye turned to scowl at the girls, making them tense slightly. “I’m not—”

Momo immediately slapped a hand over his mouth, getting free of Okarun’s hold. “Feeling well!” Momo provided. Frantically looking towards Okarun for help, she saw Vamola coming out of class, smiling and nodding while Kinta rambled about something. Momo called out loudly, “Vamola!” 

With a twitch of an antenna, Vamola looked over, oblivious to Kinta’s flinch at her attention turning away from him. 

Momo requested, “Would you get some pampy with Jiji?”  

Evil Eye pulled her hand off him, shouting, “I LOVE PAMPY!”

“Pampy!” Vamola echoed. “Let’s go, Jiji!” 

Okarun grabbed Momo just in time as Evil Eye booked it towards Vamola, grabbing her wrist and dragging her along. Vamola giddily kicked up her feet, laughing as she was carried easily through the air. 

In their wake, Kinta gaped after them. 

Evil Eye crisis averted, Okarun said aloud, “I would absolutely like to join you guys, yo.”

“Let’s goooo!” Miko cheered. 

“We’ll get you two some matching outfits!” Muko added. 

Momo released a breath as her best friends talked excitedly, accepting that she wasn’t getting that break yet. 

Sensitive to her, he rested his jaw on her shoulder while her friends rambled off all they could do for this outing. He asked softly, “Are you ok with me joining, Momo-chan?” 

“Yeah, it’s fine,” she eased, though she did give him a pointed look. “Though I hope you’re ready for the afternoon you’re joining.” 

He raised a brow. She made it sound like he was about to go into battle. 

It was only when Momo smirked, looking over him, that Okarun felt a little weary. “And I can make use of this.” She nodded. “Yeah, this has been on my list for a long time.” 

“Uh, what has?”

Momo shifted into his grip, giving him an affectionate kiss on the cheek. “Spoiling you,” she answered. 

“You do that every day, yo,” Okarun declared.

She gave him one more affectionate nuzzle before turning to Miko and Muko, asking, “Where to start, girls?” 

Okarun found himself wary of their big smiles.

.

Shopping for Okarun went by in a blur. He could compare it to riding on the train. It was bustling, bumpy, and noisy; but also easy going enough that he could zone out and enjoy the scenery and company. 

He was deaf to most of the conversations the girls were having, perking up when Momo would laugh or exclaim something loudly, then relax back to watch the world go by. 

Momo would hold his hand to guide him along, and he was always more focused on their joint touch. Momo mentioned to him that he was cold when he transformed, like the chill of a river in autumn. While it made her shiver, she always assured him it was a refreshing touch, bringing her some clarity whenever her thoughts got too jumbled. 

Okarun in turn would say Momo was warm. To touch her was like touching a flame. Not a fire, burning and hot and blazing, she was more like a candle in his grasp. She was warm, soothing, and bringing him light in such a dour, gloomy world. She would fill his air with her scent, smelling of peaches and rain and earth. Sometimes there was a hint of smoke from Seiko, but it never seemed to linger long on Momo. 

His fingers gave her hand an affectionate squeeze. 

As much as he liked Muko and Miko, part of him wished they had headed to her home instead. That they were on her bed and he could cuddle up with her, busy his nose in her hair, and lounge the rest of the day away. 

His wishful thinking got interrupted when Momo pulled him into a clothing store, chasing after Miko and Muko. 

Dragging him to one spot, Momo ordered, “Stay!” 

“Ok,” he agreed, watching her zip away excitedly. 

Having faith that Momo will be back, he waited as instructed to, zoning out and ignoring all the customers that passed, giving him odd looks. 

Muko returned first. “Hold this,” she bid, handing him some clothes. 

Okarun complied. 

Abandoned by Muko (but not too upset by it), Okarun waited, now holding clothes as he resumed zoned out. When Momo returned, Okarun perked to attention. “Milko and I found these!” Momo revealed excitedly, holding up various shirts, hoodies, and pants for him to see. 

“Cool,” Okarun offered, feeling slightly bad he couldn’t match her enthusiasm in this form. He often wondered if his energy ever brought her down since he couldn't match it in this form. 

Momo never seemed too bothered by his monotone (aside from the first transformation). Radiating enthusiasm, she shoved the clothes into his arms, adding to the pile in his arms, and then shoved him to the nearby dressing rooms. 

“Try them on!” Momo demanded. “And then show me!”

“Ok,” Okarun said, doing as Momo bid. 

When he came out, he found Miko and Muko had joined her, all three waiting in anticipation to see him. There was a chorus of “ooooh!” from all of them, and if Okarun could in this form, he might’ve blushed at their attention and excitement over him wearing clothes. 

Momo was quick  to instruct him to try on more, popping in to show him what clothes she wanted to see matched with before she popped back out for him to change. 

Ever willing to humor her on anything, he did as she desired. 

He tried everything they brought him, and humored them when they wanted to see certain clothes mixed up and matched. 

On a whim, he truly took in what they brought him, looking at himself in the mirror. The clothes they brought him was more along their style in fashion, and not something he himself wore. As an awkward fellow, he’d aim for more simple attire. But between Momo’s excited friends and Momo’s own anticipating gaze wanting to see him dress, well, how can he say no? Especially with how she lit up whenever he stepped out. 

An hour seemed to go by as he tried on various jackets, shirts, caps (there was even one with cat ears that sent Momo into a giggling fit), and pants. For his yokai form, they all fit perfectly, even if the styles were a little bolder than Okarun would personally pick. Miko and Muko would comment that they hung off Okarun, but Momo insisted they were perfect. 

It warmed him that Momo wanted to get him clothes that would fit his yokai form. 

The only time Okarun didn’t humor Momo was when she tried to buy him the clothes. One arm wrapped around her middle, Okarun lifted her up and away from the cashier, keeping her trapped while he bought the clothes for himself, ignoring her struggles and snaps at him. 

Behind them, Miko and Muko watched in awe with how Okarun easily held Momo while he paid, ignoring her struggles and the cashier’s gawk. 

“He is surprisingly strong,” Miko said. 

“And Momo does seem to really like him, she never wants to buy this much for someone else.” 

With a shared glance, they nodded in agreement. 

This was a definite keeper. 

A big improvement over the last guy. 

It was a happy revelation for them when they left, but not so for Okarun. Momo was a little mad at him, not wanting to look at him as she pouted and sulked. It made him wilt. 

Momo didn’t have long to sulk at Okarun, when Miko and Muko grabbed them and rushed them off the first restaurant they saw. Okarun and Momo wound up in the same booth while Miko and Muko sat across from them. When food was ordered and they were all settled, Momo resumed her pouting, still not over the rare bout or rebellion from Okarun in this form. 

Which, for Okarun, there was only so much he could take. 

Okarun fell forward, slouching on the table, peering up at Momo with big, sad red eyes. “I’m sorry, Momo-chan. You’ve given me so much, I didn’t want you to cover everything.” 

He was a man, after all. 

He should be able to cover his own clothes. 

And truly, there’s so much she’s given him already. Her attention and love. A home. Food. opening up his world to having friends and a sense of family. 

Her buying him clothes was just too much on top of everything. That he can do. 

And luckily for him, Miko and Muko had his back on this. 

“Aaaaaw,” Miko and Muko cooed, making Momo blush and huff. She couldn’t stay mad when he pouted like that, nor when her friends were there as well. 

“Fine,” she relented, tugging at his shoulder, urging, “sit up.”

Okarun did so, leaning on her happily. 

Momo grumbled with no real heat, “Sometimes you’re too much.” 

“Some would argue that you’re too much,” Miko shot back, sticking her tongue out playfully. 

Momo scoffed at the tease. “I’ll have you know that I am the perfect amount of much, thank you very much.” She turned to her boyfriend, asking, “Right, Okarun?” 

“Mostly.” 

Momo gasped dramatically at him. “Traitor!” 

There was a twitch of Okarun’s lips, the biggest show of his amusement. Momo pursed her lips at him and his betrayal. 

Miko snickered. 

Momo flicked a little of her water at her and Okarun in revenge. While Miko leaned away with a protesting laugh, Okarun took it easily, smirking at her. 

Momo shook her head at them fondly, then went still as a thought popped up in her head. “Oh shoot! Hang on, I forgot to add something to my order, I’ll be right back!” Momo arose and hurried away to find their waiter. 

Okarun stared after her while Miko and Muko turned their gazes onto him. 

“You know, Okarun,” Miko voiced aloud, “we’re pretty happy with you.” 

Okarun turned to them, head tilting slightly. 

“You’re actually a really cool guy,” Muko agreed. 

“And we don’t have to worry about Momo with you,” Miko said. 

“I would never hurt her,” Okarun confirmed, glancing after her. “She’s my world, yo.” 

Miko rolled her eyes fondly while Muko cooed. 

“That's what I mean. After that jerk,” Okarun twitched at the reminder of him , “I wondered about her tastes in guys. If she was someone we should worry about.” 

“Then she chose you,” Muko voiced. “Someone that stood up for her for rumors. Was always there for her. Who adores her, flaws and all.” 

“We appreciate it,” Miko said, “she's our best friend, and for all the teasing we do, we want her happy.” 

“You really make her happy, Okarun.” 

He looked between the two, red eyes shining. He bowed his head, his maw appearing out of habit to hide his smile, murmuring, “Thanks, yo, it really makes me happy to hear that.” 

Miko and Muko adjusted themselves as Momo returned, sliding into her seat. “Got it!” she chirped.

“Momo-chan, I love you,” Okarun stated bluntly, startling Momo while her friends grinned.

“Wha--gah?! Don't just spring that on me!” Momo exclaimed, pushing at Okarun’s maw, red faced. 

“Whaaat, you're not going to return it?” Miko teased.

“Shut it!” 

“Oh! Poor, Okarun!” 

As Momo snapped at her snickering best friends, Okarun sat with his hidden smile, feeling happy.

[baizhoobies]

𝐎𝐧𝐢 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲…?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

Synopsis: f!Reader somehow finds herself trapped in the spirit realm. Whoops. She entrusts the help of a Yokai Detective Agency to get her back to the mortal realm where she belongs. Wait? A detective agency? In the spirit realm? And the only way of escape is to work with a disgruntled and hot headed Oni who is somehow spiritually bound to her? Sheesh.

A multichapter, Kamisama Kiss inspired story with your favourite Bungo man. Or at least, my favourite ~

Warnings: 18+, eventual smut, violence, swearing, blood mention, monsterfucking, knotting, ruts, omegaverse vibes, breeding, happy halloween.

A/N: I’m back back back back again! Chapter 2 is a little late for Halloween, so I’m sorry I took too long! Regardless whether this is a halloween fic or not, the series continues!

Chapter warnings: mentions of blood and cannibalism(?), swearing, enemies to lovers, Kunikida is a bit of an ass, Dazai gets his own warning

Masterlist

Yokohama, except that it isn’t. It seemed that the streets were the same, similar vendors, buildings and even down to the layout was the same; but it wasn’t the Yokohama you knew. The Yokohama in the spirit realm was far more bizarre, yet spectacular in every way. Before your life was threatened at the prospect of being eaten by a bunch of Yokai, you had seen that the architecture was a fine mix of traditional and modern, which is truer now that you can see the streets up and close for yourself. Each store, building and park had its distinct traditional flare to it, with the main colour palette being various shades of red.

From the street lights looking more like Shinto lamps, to each building having a long line of akachōchin and other paper lanterns that gives the city its warm glow. It seemed that even the spirit realm had its modern day technology, TV screens, cars and even mobile phones can be seen carried around by the various species of Yokai.

And there you were in the arms of a grumpy, obnoxious Oni, one who most likely hated your guts, especially now that you’ve accidentally formed a spirit bond with him; though more accurately, he has formed a spirit bond with you; his master.

Dazai and Kunikida explained a few things whilst on the way to the city, both about your situation and what the Armed Detective Agency is and why it is needed in the spirit realm. Although there is an order in the spirit realm, and most inhabitants within Yokohama abide by the law, there are still rogue Yokai and disgraced Gods whom wish to wreak havoc in the mostly peaceful realm; and thus, the ADA is there to protect the city.

Regarding your situation, you know of 3 things: the Oni Doppo Kunikida is your servant, and as your servant, it is his job to make sure that you are protected at all times. If you die, he dies, and that is certainly not in his ideals. You learn that each Yokai has its own abilities, Kunikida’s is that he can manifest anything he writes in his notebook, so long as it is smaller than said notebook. And Dazai, the Oni accompanying you on your journey, has the ability of nullification; those he touches are unable to use their abilities.

What a strange world and circumstances you have found yourself in.

When you entered the city, you were told not to say a word, or make any kind of sound as you will be instantly seen by other Yokai. If you’re seen, you’re dinner.

On the way to the ADA, you dare not even look at Kunikida, but when you do its quick little glances without his knowledge. From those quick looks, you see his face, from his strong chiselled jawline, to the colour of his eyes (a strange grey-green that almost looks hazel under some lights); he is by no means ugly nor frightening to look at, considering he’s an Oni - especially compared to the Oni who tried to eat you earlier.

‘What am I doing?’ You would shake your head from even indulging such contemplations about Kunikida’s appearance, no matter how pleasing to the eye, he is still rude and cantankerous.

The silence is awkward, he won’t speak to you, and you can’t speak to him. The only thing you can do is gape at your marvellous surroundings, and occasionally look over at Dazai who in turn will turn his face to look at his partner, then to you, and then facing away with a devilish smirk; of course the bastard finds all this funny.

Though whenever this happens, you could feel Kunikida’s grip around your body tighten whenever Dazai eyed you up. The feel of this Oni’s armed wrapped around you made you feel safe, and safer yet whenever his mischievous partner would look at your vulnerable state, and Kunikida in turn pulls you impossibly closer to his chest, as if a dog guarding its favourite territory.

What you didn’t know was that your scent was killing him. Having you so close in his arms constantly ran shivers down Kunikida’s spine, and his hairs to stand up on end. As much as he was sworn to protect you, you were still a human, and as a human, you smelt delicious. As the three of you walked, he would imagine pinning you beneath him like some rabid animal, watching your lithe form squirm and push him away, yet still inviting him in. He considered this to be his Oni instincts, despite vowing to protect any mortal soul who found their way to the spirit realm. But you… you made it so damn difficult.

In his mind, he would clamp his fangs down onto your flesh, drink the luscious blood that seeped from your wounds, to hear the cracking and crunch of your bones. But no, as soon as the hunger came, another sensation crept into Kunikida’s primal senses. Not of starvation but a different form of consumption, the need to have you entirely. It was the most cruel, wonderful form of torture as he had you in his arms, carried weightless and pressed against his chest. Oh how he wanted to eat you right there and then, to consume you mind, body and soul.

All of these thoughts were interrupted when you arrive outside of a large building; the ADA. Kunikida felt relief washing over him, he had held you for a little too long for his liking, and with every step he took those thoughts only grew stronger; he knew he had to distance himself as much as possible to suppress any and all feeling. Kunikida drops you and immediately takes a few steps away from you, red covering his cheeks as he desperately chases away the things he imagined the entire journey.

Finally, you spoke.

“So uh, is this it?”

“Thats right~ welcome to the Armed Detective Agency, the spirit realm’s number one agency in protecting Yokai and mortals alike!” Dazai grinned, pretending to be some sort of tour guide; though it was more likely to piss off Kunikida… which it worked.

“Right” Kunikida spoke with tight lips, once regaining some control of himself, stood closer to you and Dazai and points to the top floor. “Our office is located on the fourth floor, so we will need to pass other offices and other Yokai, so stay close to me”

Kunikida grabs your wrist in attempts to help, but in both his words and actions he was cold. You instantly snatch your hand away, to his disappointment.

“I can handle myself just fine, I should be able to make it the rest of the way” you spat in annoyance, though forgetting that 1. You had a limp and 2. You would not be able to walk up all those stairs.

“Your stubbornness is tiring” Kunikida sighed before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. You protested by yelling and hitting his back repeatedly. Dazai couldn’t help but laugh and poke your squirming legs.

“Kunikida, you’re getting a little carried away” Dazai teased, earning his hand a swat of his own as Kunikida stared daggers into him as if to say ‘Do not touch her’.

“This woman is a pain in the ass, the sooner we get her to the office the sooner I can get back on schedule”

“Put me down! That’s an order!” You yelled, almost forgetting the contract, Kunikida drops you onto the curb in an instant. His whole body frozen by a magical force as his already angry eyes turned to you.

“You are a difficult little brat, you know that?!” He shouts at you, crossing his arms as the both of you fight like an old married couple. “It’s already fucking annoying that your weak human legs don’t work, but you won’t even accept my help?”

“I would accept said help if you didn’t just up and throw me over your shoulder like some kind of Neanderthal!”

“Neanderthal?! I am a powerful Oni! To class me as some lowly mortal caveman is worse than an insult!”

“More like a powerful pain in the ass!”

“Ah come off it you two, your little couple spat is starting to sound like one of mine and Kunikida’s arguments after I steal his notebook” Dazai steps in between the two of you with a feigned sigh and places a hand on both of your shoulders.

There is a short pause before Kunikida eventually gives in and folds his arms, turning his face away from you as if he can’t stand the mere sight of you, which at this point, he can’t.

“She isn’t walking on her own” Kunikida huffs.

“Dazai will help me, won’t you?” You ask him sweetly, earning another huff from Kunikida. ‘Why on earth is she giving HIM the princess treatment?’ He thinks.

“But of course” Dazai hooks an arm and gives Kunikida a teasing look, the same look he’s worn the entirety of your journey there. His partner dares not look at either of you, a weird pang of jealousy arises within him, though he swears its annoyance if anything.

The inside of the building was no less strange than the outside. As you ascended the stairs and entered the office, you were greeted by the sight of several figures milling about—each one radiating a presence that sent chills down your spine. They all had a certain aura about them, a raw power that reminded you that these weren’t human. Oni, you realized. Spirits. Yokai. Kunikida and Dazai weren’t the only one.

“Another human?” One Oni asked apathetically, a female Yokai with purple hair and horns much like Kunikida’s and Dazai’s leaned in her office chair to take a good look at you; not out of general interest, but nosiness.

“Yeah another lost soul we gotta try and help” Dazai replies theatrically as he drags you to one of the couches and sits you down.

“Uh… I think I’m going to faint,” you whispered, wobbling slightly and clutching at Dazai’s arm as you are seated.

“Don’t worry,” Dazai said, patting you on the back. “Fukuzawa is much scarier than all of us combined.”

“Leave her alone Dazai, she’s already shaken up as it is. She doesn’t need you making things worse for her” Kunikida hissed, coming up next to you like some loyal puppy. Dazai had no response other than a playful smirk.

At that moment, a tall Oni with long silver hair entered the room, his presence commanding without needing to say a word. You felt a strange stillness settle over the room. He didn’t need to raise his voice to be heard; his mere existence was enough. He was much larger than the other Oni, and had more stereotypical Oni features, such as longer fangs and more tattoos that covered his hands, neck and face.

“President” Kunikida greeted him with a deep bow. “We… have a situation.”

Fukuzawa’s sharp eyes glances over you, then to Kunikida. "Explain."

Kunikida sighed heavily, and you could tell he wasn’t pleased about recounting the story. “This human fell into the spirit realm. I intervened to save her from Yokai, but—” His voice tightened with frustration. “—she accidentally consumed my blood during the battle. She is now bound to me by a spirit contract.”

The room fell silent, save for Dazai’s stifled laughter.

You shuffled nervously under Fukuzawa’s gaze. He seemed to be considering the situation, weighing the potential danger. Finally, he spoke.

“The contract is binding?” Fukuzawa asked with a furrowed brow.

“Yes,” Kunikida confirmed, his tone strained. “I cannot leave her side until it is fulfilled.”

Fukuzawa nodded slowly. “That complicates things, but it seems we have no choice. She will need to be highly guarded for the next thirty days.”

This may already be old news to you, but still the thought was daunting. In the first 10 minutes of falling into the spirit realm, you were almost Yokai cheese steak, and you were supposed to last a full 30 days?

Dazai, clapped his hands together. “Well, that settles it! All we need to do is keep Y/N alive for a month. Easy peasy, right?”

Kunikida shot him a glare that could have killed. “This is anything but easy, Dazai. The spirit realm is no place for humans. She’ll be a target wherever she goes.”

“And since you’re bound to her,” Fukuzawa added, “you’ll need to remain by her side.”

You look at Kunikida, suddenly feeling guilty. You hadn’t meant to complicate his life like this. But he seemed more and more annoyed with the situation with each passing second.

“Kunikida, I trust that you and Dazai will handle it” and with that, Fukuzawa makes his leave.

There is a pregnant pause as you process everything, good lord, the tension was thick and if Kunikida wasn’t an Oni, you swear he might have seen a ghost.

“It seems that the human will have to come along to your missions” one Oni sighs, almost matching Dazai’s grin. “Not that it matters to me, least I didn’t bind myself to a human” he shoves a lollipop into his mouth apathetically before playing on some sort of game console.

“Geez” was all Kunikida could muster, rubbing the back of his head in annoyance.

You blink.

"Missions? Like… fighting Yokai?"

"Yes," Kunikida said bluntly. “You’ll be coming along for everything.”

You swallowed hard, trying to wrap your mind around this, once again reminded that you have Thirty days. You had to survive thirty days in this dangerous realm, going on missions with Kunikida, while somehow avoiding being eaten by Yokai or worse.

“Eh, you’ll be fine” Ranpo once again chimes into the conversation, waving a lazy hand as if to dismiss your worries, not for your sake, but as a matter of unimportance.

You slowly nod, though not entirely reassured by Ranpo’s dismissal. You can’t help but glance at Kunikida, who still seemed stiff and irritated by the whole thing. “You… you really don’t like this, do you?” You ask quietly, hoping not to offend him further.

Kunikida sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s not ideal. But I will uphold my duty. Whether I like it or not is irrelevant.”

That didn’t exactly make you feel any better, but you at least appreciated the honesty. Dazai, of course, had to chime in with his usual teasing. “Oh, don’t mind Kunikida. He’s just upset because now he has to spend every waking moment with you. How tragic for him, to be bound to a beautiful human.”

Your face flushes, but Kunikida’s expression darkened. “Dazai, if you don’t stop—”

“Awh come on~ we all know what your thinking”

With that, Kunikida rants and yells whilst choke holding Dazai, shaking him like a rag doll. Your shoulders drop with exasperation as you watch the Oni you are bound to now strangling the daylights out of his partner.

Coming up from behind you, the female Oni places a reassuring hand on your shoulder and gives it a gentle pat.

“I’d get used to this if I were you. These morons do this on the daily”

You look up at her with a false smile, an expression that reads ‘really?’

“I’m Doctor Yosano by the way, the Oni playing video games and shovelling candy, yeah thats Ranpo. We got a few other employees who work here, but they are out on a mission at the moment, I am sure Kunikida will introduce you later”

“I think that specky oni would rather lock me in a dark room for the rest of my stay”

“Yeah that wouldn’t last, even if he wanted. Chin up human, you got the best looking after you”

You glance over at Kunikida, who is in between slapping and squeezing Dazai’s throat Into oblivion whilst spouting ancient oni curses at him. ‘The best, huh? Yeah, I’m gunna die’.

• Next Chapter ->

[idle-daydreams]

Howl

[Diviner!Kunikida x Yokai!Reader]

Tw: Slow-burn yandere, obsession, kidnapping, dub-con

[A.N: This was supposed to be for Halloween. My procrastination levels are *chef's kiss*]

The reports said that it was a yokai epidemic. Spirits taking on the form of beautiful women to seduce the locals and feed upon their energies. As a young but promising Onmyoji at court, Kunikida was sent in to deal with the mess.

Kunikida wasn’t too happy about this. For one thing, it cut into his already established schedule. “But I must do my job,” he told himself as he set off. The journey was long, the road hard; and when Kunikida arrived, he found the locals scared and mistrustful of “the man from the capital”. Ignoring this lack of a warm welcome – welcomes were irrelevant to his job, after all – he set about gathering information, determining that the yokai were likeliest to appear in the surrounding forest late at night.

And so that night, as the full moon rose, Kunikida set off into the forest.

The chittering and cries of woodland creatures filled the air; the rustle and sigh of the trees set his teeth on edge. He could appreciate the beauty of nature as much as the next man, but the fact was obvious that finding anything in there would be like searching for a needle in a haystack.

“I mustn't let petty things bother me,” he told himself sternly. “My job is to protect the locals from the yokai. If it takes time, then so be it.”

A faint sound came to his ears, different from the muted din of the forest. It was laughter. Women’s laughter.

Kunikida paused, ears prickling. There was the faint splashing of water, the murmur of the breeze... and another silvery peal of laughter from his right.

Dropping to his haunches, he crept along towards the source of the sound. Beyond a tall thicket was a large clearing with a small pond. Several women sat in a circle upon the dew-strewn grass, laughing and playing with a silver ball.

Yokai.

They couldn’t be anything else. Their skin was translucent, their shining hair loose, their nails a little too long to be normal. Kunikida drew a sharp breath and made to begin the dispelling incantation. But before he could do so, the yokais’ heads snapped towards him. Quick as a flash, they fled into the forest.

“Damn it!”

Kunikida chased after them. They’d run off in different directions, so he chose the one at random, reciting the incantation under his breath. Something caught at his foot, however, sending him crashing to the ground. A shadow fell over him. He looked up. One of the yokai stood over him, draped in a blood-red kimono.

You.

Your hair shadowed your face, your eyes gleaming with a strange light. Before Kunikida could do anything - before he could move or even think - you leaned over him and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

Time stopped.

Your lips were soft and sweet against his, as delicate as a rosebud in its first bloom. You smelled of sandalwood and spices, overpowering his senses. The world darkened for a minute, fading away before your beauty and brilliance; he closed his eyes, letting the ecstasy take him.

When he opened his eyes, you were gone.

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Kunikida returned to his quarters in a daze.

‘It seems that the yokai got the best of me,’ he wrote in his notebook, as the rising sun lightened the skies. ‘Everything after the... encounter is a blur. I must be more wary of them in the future.’

Then he closed his notebook and sat staring out the window.

He could remember everything quite vividly - your scent, the colour of your hair, the feel of his skin against his own. His cheeks reddened even now as he recalled just how sweet the kiss had felt. The villagers had given him a place at the very edge of the village, little more than a shack that overlooked the forest. As he eyed the trees, he imagined you kissing another man that same way.

Irritation pricked at him, sudden and sharp. He bit his lip and reopened his notebook.

‘The locals are in grave danger,’ he wrote. ‘Until these yokai are expelled. It could be that the woman I met - the yokai I met - was preternaturally strong, but until there is evidence to the contrary, I must assume her strength as an average of their power. And... she did have power. I can still feel her enchantment upon me. I have the training to understand it for what it is, but others may not be so lucky.’

He closed his notebook again, tracing the “Ideal” written on the cover. Kunikida didn’t want anyone to get hurt, not when he could stop the cause. Yet for some reason, coming face to face with you terrified him in a way few things ever had. He’d faced demons before, but never once had they held any sway upon him.

“It is only an enchantment,” he muttered, rubbing his forehead. “I should cleanse myself, and cast more wards to protect myself against future attacks. Running away is not an option, of course.”

But an entire morning performing prayers and rituals did little to drive you from his thoughts. By midday, he irritably decided that he’d done enough to protect himself, and stomped off into the forest to begin tracking you and your friends down. He searched and searched and searched, driven by a manic energy he couldn’t quite explain - he tried to convince himself that it was only his impatience, but some other emotion lingered at the back of his mind that he didn’t want to think about - until the sun disappeared and the moon reigned over the sky. Sweaty and exhausted, Kunikida came to an old torii and sank down upon the steps leading up to the shrine.

“This is ridiculous,” he huffed. “Her signs are everywhere.”

“Who are you talking to?”

Kunikida tensed, then turned. There, up on the steps framed by the full moon, you stood triumphant.

“Hello,” you called. You’ve returned, Diviner.”

“I have,” he said, ignoring the fluttering in his heart.

“Come back for a more?”

“No.” His face heated up. “I am here to banish you and your friends to the Underworld.”

Really?”

There was a teasing note in your voice. Kunikida’s heart skipped a beat, and he clutched the talisman under his shirt. You were working your power on him again. He could feel it, by the way his heart was drawn to yours. “Enough of this,” he said, raising his hand to perform the necessary mudra.

“Sounds like entirely too much effort.”

You came closer, a coy smile playing about your lips. You were just as lovely as he remembered, a being of moonlight and the autumn air; he wanted to reach out and touch you, to see if you were real or a figment of his imagination. Reluctance seized him, making him pause his chant. 

“Stay back,” he said, his throat dry. “I am not afraid of you.”

“I don’t think its fear that’s stopping you.”

You brushed your knuckles against his cheek. Kunikida tilted his head towards your hand, taking in the warmth and pressure of your skin against his own. Slowly, gently, even unwillingly, he reached up and cupped your hand with his own.

“Come with me,” you whispered, taking his hand.

It was wrong. Kunikida knew it was wrong. But a veil of madness seemed to have descended upon his mind, clouding it with a miasma of delight. Vaguely, he was aware of you leading him away into the forest; then, your arms were around his neck, your lips on his, your body pressed against his own. Your tongue darted into his mouth, and he moaned.

He let you push him to the ground, straddling him. Swiftly, you slipped off your kimono, allowing him to gaze greedily upon your unclothed form.

“This is wrong,” he whispered.

“Hush,” you said, placing your hands upon his bare chest. “Do you want me?”

He looked at you. “Yes.”

You smiled and let him take you.

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It became a routine, a secret, shameful addiction. Every night, Kunikida would return, drawn to you like a moth to a flame. Each night, he would surrender himself to you, losing himself in a haze of ecstasy and delight that lasted until morning. All that passed in between was a blur - your body beneath him, your head thrown back, your body writhing with pure, unadulterated pleasure - dreams more suited to a teenage boy than a full-grown man. He would press entreaties and hopes upon your skin, babbling to you for hours about his ideals, his hopes and his dreams, all those things that he would never reveal to other humans.

During the mornings, however, shame would overwhelm him. He was failing his duty, failing the people who’d placed his trust upon him. He would spend hours praying and trying to cleanse himself, even while thoughts of you danced around in his mind. On top of that, his strength was failing, reminding him that no matter how soft and sweet you seemed, you were still a yokai feeding off of him. But through the shame and self-loathing, a darker side of him started to emerge. A part that no longer cared about his failing duty, that was proud of the fact that you fed upon him alone. The thought of you taking another lover made his blood boil.

‘I need to put a stop to all of it,’ he wrote feverishly in his notebook. ‘These women – these yokai – they cannot be allowed to harm the people any longer. I cannot allow it.’

But at the same time, he didn’t want it all to end. When was the last time he’d ever felt this happy – this alive? You were everything. The beat in his veins, the breath in his lungs, the fire in his heart. You made him feel alive, in a way no one else ever could.

A dark thought began to coalesce in head, one that scared him to even put on paper.

“You’ve been here a while now,” you said to him one night as the two of you lay upon the forest floor. “The moon was full the first night we met, and its full now. I thought you wanted to banish me and my sisters, Diviner?’

“I did,” Kunikida said slowly, gazing up at the sky. “You know full well what you’re doing, [Y/N].”

“I didn’t realize just how good I am,” you said with a small laugh. “But really, if you can’t handle it, then you should go back to the capital. You won’t last long if you stay with me.”

“Why?” he said with a sudden twinge of panic. “Are you tired of me? Is there someone else whose energy you prefer?”

“No, no, that’s not it,” you said quickly, ruffling his hair. “But if you stay with me any longer, you’ll die. I don’t want that.”

“No?”

His heart soared at your words. But you simply shrugged and continued. “Me and my sisters... we don’t want to kill humans, we don’t hate them. But humans are too frail, they die too easily. Its an unfortunate reality of this world.”

Kunikida propped himself up on one elbow to look at you. You were still as beautiful as ever, but there was more to you now: you were graceful, kind and understanding, beyond what any human woman could ever hope to be.

Ideal. You were his ideal woman.

And you wanted to leave him.

“Even if you don’t voluntarily kill them, you’re still a threat,” he said, pursing his lips. “I can’t leave until I banish you all.”

“Then do it.”

“What?”

You shrugged. “This world isn’t fun any more. Its too grey, too depressing. And like I said, humans are too fragile. I-” you took his hand, pressing it to your chest- “will miss you. But if you care about me, please give me and my sisters with safe passage to the Underworld.”

No. No, no, no. Kunikida wanted to scream. He opened his mouth, then paused upon noting the troubled look in your eyes. “I see,” he said instead, schooling his face into a mask of indifference.

“Are you all right with that?” you asked.

“I’ll be fine. I just... wish you hadn’t tired of me.”

“Kunikida-”

“I will do what you ask,” he interrupted. “Just give me till tomorrow. Its the full moon, right? It’ll be a good night for the ceremony.”

You fell silent, but he could see the relief in your eyes. Revulsion roiled within him at what he had become, but he was too far gone to back down now.

“Tomorrow,” he repeated. “I will open the gates to the Underworld.”

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You felt nervous. Your sisters milled about inside the shrine, just where you’d promised Kunikida you’d be. Though the autumn moon was full tonight, its full splendour was masked by the clouds - a bad omen if you’d ever saw one.

He had to be here. You didn’t know how to get to the Underworld by yourself, an oversight you were bitterly regretting now. There was much to regret about your ill-planned excursion, the chief of which was your dalliance with Kunikida. He was a strong Diviner, with an iron will; far more than what you’d thought you could handle.

 There were footsteps outside. Tension tightened in your stomach like a bowstring. Kunikida appeared in the door, and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Kunikida,” you said, hurrying to him. “Thank you for coming.”

“I said that I would be here,” he answered. “You need my help, don’t you.”

His face was pale and hard, his expression set. Looking at him, you felt another twinge of anxiety. “Are you sure you will be all right?” you asked. “We’ve had a rather intense time together.”

“I’ll be fine.” He gestured for you to join your sisters. You went to them, watching him in silence as he began the ritual to open the gates of the Underworld. You still weren’t sure of his feelings - Kunikida was difficult to read, even for a human. One moment he could be soft and kind, the stoic and harsh. Either way, you were glad to be going home.

A blinding light emanated from the floor as the gates began to open. Your sisters cheered up, hurrying to pass to the other side. You made to pass through as well, when Kunikida called out to you.

“[Y/N]”

You paused and looked at him. There was raw pain etched upon his face.

“I’m sorry,” you said, helplessly. “I wish we hadn’t come here. I wish I hadn’t put you through everything. You weren’t supposed to, you know. Most people are so badly affected by being around us that they don’t even think of crossing our path again.”

“I know.” He held out his hand. “Just... please let me touch you one more time.”

You hesitated. Surely no harm could come from that? Cautiously, you reached out to him, intending to do no more than to pat his hand.

He grabbed your wrist.

The gate slammed shut.

Darkness fell as the light was cut off.

“What—agh!”

You scream as plain lancinated up your arm, spreading through your body in wracking waves. You collapsed to your knees, barely able to think or scream, as your power was ripped from you.

“I’m sorry.” Kunikida knelt next to you, his expression pained. “But I had to do what was necessary.”

Wrenching your eyes away from him to his hand. There was a small woodblock stamp hidden in his palm, a binding symbol carved upon it. There was a corresponding symbol stamped upon your wrist.

“You—” you grimaced. “You’ve bound me.”

“I have.” Quickly, he wrenched your kimono off of you. “I’m sorry, but I cannot let you go. You have to stay with me forever.”

“I—”

“I will not allow anything else.”

He pulled a rough, homespun robe upon your shoulders. Human clothes. As the pain began to subside, the realization of what he was doing – of what he’d done – dawned upon you..

“No.” You weakly tried to push him away, tears welling in your eyes. “No, I won’t let you!”

“Let me?” Kunikida’s expression hardened. Pain flared once again in your head, making you scream. “There isn’t anything you can do to stop me.”

“But why? I thought you wanted to be rid of me!”

He shook his head, eyes dark, pulling into a smothering embrace. “[Y/N], I love you. I never want to be rid of you again.”

[clouds-atdawn]

I haven't specifically drawn my yokai watch holder sona yet but last night I did make like how the medallium entries for the yokai she befriends look

Did sheen cause thats the first yokai she gets also she never got a medallium so she just writes everything down in a notebook

[obsidiancreates]

Out Of The Shadows and Into The Neon (Part 17)

Draxum pulls the small vial of Leo’s blood out of cold storage (AKA the minifridge Splinter got him as an apology  for the Hidden City Teddy Bear Incident) and pulls a few drops into a syringe.

Leo’s blood is very interesting– the sample he’d looked at from Donnie back when the tots were first discovered a decade ago was mixed with saliva, diluted and difficult to work with. As a result, there were a few things that, had he had a pure sample, might’ve tipped him off to how truly unusual his grandsons are a bit sooner.

Such as the blue-green hue to Leo’s blood, making it a somewhat sludgy muted purple color rather than pure red. In small amounts it’s impossible to tell– whenever Leo has had a scrape or lost a tooth in the past, the blood was thin enough to appear normal in color. But in this thicker, purer concentration, the discoloration is noticeable even to the naked eye.

He drips the blood onto a microscope slide, then uses a vine to fetch a bubbling mix from the stovetop in the kitchen. He pulls some of it into a separate syringe, and adds one drop to the blood on the slide. He leans his hulking form over the tiny human-sized microscope and watches for a reaction.

The blood cells themselves are also interesting. It’s been clear since the boys were babies that, like most mutants and Yokai, most human illnesses didn’t really have any effect on them. But whereas with Yokai it was simple biological differences, or with Draxum’s mutants it being a result of purposeful strengthening of the immune system, Leo’s blood suggests something… more concerning.

There’s an almost corrosive element to it– not enough that it could be actually harmful to anything, even fragile human flesh, but enough that Draxum theorizes their resistance to sickness has little to do with Immune System, and more to do with viruses not being capable of surviving long enough to infect in the toxic environment.

As he watches the concentration of about a dozen human and Yokai virus cells alike mix with the sample, his theory is… given weight. Leo’s white blood cells– which aren’t white as much as they’re a teal-tinted gray– don’t even have time to react before the viruses disintegrate.

Where his ooze is based in mystic science, the mutating agent in Leo’s blood– and assumedly his brothers’ as well– is based in a science unlike anything Draxum has ever encountered. And what’s more, it’s… almost a hostile substance, based on his tests. A chemical that corrodes DNA more than simply changes it. A chemical that has a somewhat random structure in and of itself, almost like it’s the unrefined version of itself. A chemical that doesn’t seem to have been designed for purpose so much as just…

Exists, and alters whatever it comes in contact with just because it Can. 

In theory.

He’s hesitant to try and isolate the agent to confirm that theory.

He notes down his findings, then pulls out a smaller, pale purple notebook and notes the findings in a more… softened, way. The blood isn’t corrosive, it’s… potent, and the mutating agent isn’t hostile, it’s… 

It’s…

… Unique.

He puts Donnie’s notebook back in the drawer and pulls out a new clean slide.

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“VOILA!” Donald throws his arms wide in front of the observatory. Leo, in an oversized hoodie and baggy pants that have such wide ankles his feet are entirely covered, has to push the hood back before he can see what the surprise is. His eyes widen, mouth dropping open, as he looks upon the building and the giant telescope rising from it.

“The observatory?” Leo’s little voice is hushed as though he might scare the whole adventure itself away by speaking too loudly. 

“Not only the observatory, my space-faring nephew, but their state-of-the-art simulator!” Donald tosses Leo up and catches him on his shoulders with ease. “Now you can view space and experience it! And no matter what my dum-dum brothers may say, simulations are as good as the real thing!” Better, even, because simulations don’t drag you down into fleshy depths, don’t crawl up your shell, don’t sink into your nervous system–

“Let’s do the other stuff first.” Leo crosses his arms on top of Donald’s head. “Um, to… save the best for last?”

Donald blinks, taking a deep breath to realign himself with the present and his own body. Nothing is on his shell but his battleshell and a hoodie. Nothing is surrounding him but silken fabric. Nothing is putting pressure on his spine but his nephew. He clears his throat and lifts his arm so Leo can see the schedule on his wristpad. “As I’d already planned. First, we go to the twenty-minute projection show about constellations, followed by a visit to the small museum they have displaying real asteroid chunks.”

Leo’s eyes go as wide as they can physically handle. “You’re kidding!”

“I do not kid about science, my dear nephew.” Donald slowly shakes his head, a very serious expression on his face, making Leo laugh in both amusement and excitement. He starts walking again, Leo still up on his shoulders. “Now, to set our expectations and make sure we have the best day possible– do you want to learn the real science behind everything, or just enjoy the incredibly awesome results of said science?”

“Real science!” Leo leans forward, throwing Donald’s balance enough that he nearly slips and has to scramble for footing again. How this still happens after well over a decade of being a master ninja, he has yet to figure out. Leo doesn’t seem phased by the slip, though. “We might need it someday, if we go to space and something goes wrong.”

“Good thinking.” Or is it? Donald steals a glance at the little list of anxiety attack triggers Leon texted him earlier that morning. ‘Malfunctioning spaceship,’ isn’t on it, but… better safe than sorry?

“Of course, if you ever went to space it’d be in my GeniusTech shuttle, which would never be sent up with failure points.”

“What about if aliens attack?”

“Then we’d have a perfectly intact functioning spaceship and an excuse to test a few experimental weapons!” He’s impressed with his own voice, it holding a steady and confident quality to it that doesn’t match the one in his own head. Alien attack. 

If an alien attacks their family ever again, it won’t end well. No matter who wins.

Leo is about to posit another worst-case-scenerio to plan for when they finally enter into the observatory itself. It’s a sort of hybrid observatory-planetarium-museum-amusement park, the grand entrance highlighting a replica of a real NASA shuttle right in the center. Leo stares up at it, mouth agape, and then without warning he swings down from Donald’s shoulders and onto the floor! He grabs his uncle’s hand on the way down, going straight into tugging Donald along as he runs to get a closer look at the craft.

“Leo! Slow down!” Oh, if that isn’t a familiar sentence to be saying. “We have all day to explore the wonders of this bastion of science and overpriced commemorative mugs! LEO!”

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Mutants And Yokai Welcome

“That’s a thing?” Donnie clings to Raphie’s side. Raphie has on his white sleeveless tracksuit, while Donnie is basically swimming in light purple fabrics of a hoodie and sweatpants. Donnie reads the sign above them, over and over. “Mutant, Yokai, and human events?”

“Didn’t used to be, but, they’re gettin’ way more common.” Raphie keeps one hand behind Donnie’s back to gently pushing him forward as he walks in. “I actually didn’t know this was, though. Sorry for makin’ you wear the disguise.”

“It’s okay.” Donnie only breathes the words as he takes in the sight around him– humans, Yokai, and mutants alike all gathered, chatting and socializing like it’s the most normal thing in the world, sitting together in the stands all intermingled and excited. He’s never seen it outside of his own home and family before. Somehow it feels… impossible.

But it’s not.

Only one thing matters here, and it’s the Wrestling.

“Oh, nice!” Raphie is handed a program by a young opossum-man. “Let’s see, uh… whoa! They’re havin’ mixed fights! Ha, hate to be the human havin’ to wrestle this guy, huh?” Raphie shows Donnie a picture of one of the wrestlers, a rhino (mutant, according to his brief description by his photo) with a wrestling mask only on his horn, his face otherwise uncovered. 

Donnie tugs on the strings of his hoodie. “Uh, doesn’t that seem… dangerous? The human could get really hurt.”

“Some humans are mutant-strong without bein’ mutants.” Raphie pats his shoulder, and Donnie climbs up so Raphie doesn’t lose track of him in the crowd as they make their way to the back row. There’s already a few other Incredibly Large Mutants and Yokai taking seats in the back as well. 

“Like Uncle Casey?”

“Exactly! So, it’s probably fine. And if not, I’m gonna call your aunts so they can tell the guys runnin’ this to fix it.”

“... Uncle Raphie? Are we a Mutant Mafia?”

“Wh-what?! No! Why would you even ask that?!”

“Well–” Donnie counts it out on his fingers as he lists his pieces of evidence. “You have peace accords with enemies of yours as part of a tenuous coexistence, you all use intimidation and your superior power to get people to act in certain ways on an organized level, Dad has used illegitimately-gained money to lobby politicians–”

“None of that is crime stuff, Little Man. It’s just… ninja clan stuff!”

Donnie frowns a little. “I don’t think those are mutually exclusive.”

“Well, they are for the Hamatos.” Raphie is sweating a little. Donnie’s points are a little too compelling for comfort, and he knows he’s emanating his ‘Crisis About Life Choices’ stink.

“If you say so.” Donnie doesn’t sound convinced at all. Raphie’s never been sure if Donnie’s very-hard-to-hide emotions are a good or bad thing, really, and that’s no different now. The kid wears his heart on his metaphorical sleeve, and on his literal face, plain as cheese pizza.

“Let’s just focus on the wrestling, huh Little Man?”

“Is it true Uncle Leon once won a bunch of wrestling matches?”

“Actually, we both did! We totally mopped the floor with my favorite wrestler Ghostbear!”

“ Your favorite? ... Isn’t he a bad guy?”

“Yeah, well, he wasn’t before we mopped the floor with him.”

“So you made him a bad guy?!”

“Uh… hey, look, the announcer’s coming out! Ha-ha, better stop talkin’ about this totally-not-our-fault story!” Raphie sucks a breath in, cheeks puffed and eyes going in slightly opposite directions as a single bead of sweat rolls down his temple.

Donnie is clearly unconvinced. “You know, it’s actually good for children to learn from examples or stories of mistakes and bad behavior along with good ones.”

“But a good example is always better! Like, you know your dad, do you think he’d be a serious hero and ninja without me setting an example when we were kids?”

Donnie thinks about it as the first match starts, a pitbull-adjacent Yokai verses a jacked swan mutant. Donnie’s eyes are on the match, but his mind is clearly elsewhere as his eyes delay in tracking the movements. Raphhie worries for a moment that he’s ruined the whole experience by giving Donnie something to overthink about–

“I think Dad needed you,” Donnie says around the middle of the match as the Pitbull Yokai is trying and failing to pin the agile Swam Mutant. “But, you all needed each other, too.”

“That’s right.” Raphie sags with relief as Donnie seems satisfied with his conclusion, smiling in a smug little copy of his Dad’s smirk and fully paying attention to the match. “Families need each other, for lots of reasons.”

He can help rubbing his cracked shell as he says that, or the way his eye aches with the memories. Sometimes he can’t help but lay awake and wonder what would’ve happened if… if he hadn’t been able to be there for them. Or if Leon hadn’t. If he hadn’t blocked the spike fast enough for his younger brother, or if his younger brother hadn’t gotten through to him in time… He needs them so much, all of them, his brothers and Pops and April and the Caseys and now the boys. What if he can’t always be there for them like when he got take–

“Whoa!” Donnie tugs on Raphie’s arm, eyes wide and sparkling. “The Swan won! But-but how?! The Pitbull had so many advantages!”

Raphie grips his sweatpants and takes a deep breath. He is here. Right now. “Hey, Little Man, you’ve seen Pops beat us in training plenty a’times! You know there’s lottsa different ways to be, uh, advantage-us!”

“Advantageous.” 

“Like that! You knew how to say the word, even though you’re younger!” Raphie pats Donnie on the back. “Your dad has the same advantage!”

Donnie nods, watching as a human wrestler steps into the ring across from a Koala mutant. 

The matches pass quickly once Raphie focuses on them, cheering alongside his nephew no matter which way it goes. The human ends up winning against the Koala, thanks to some slick footwork and quick thinking. Then they watch a Bee Yokai win a fight against a Labybug Yokai, a Cactus mutant lose to a Treefrog mutant, so on and so forth until the first break.

“AAAND NOW!” The announcer cheers, flipping into the center of the ring without so much as a voice crack during the stunt, “TIME FOR A LITTLE LITTLE ACTION! WELCOME TOOOO! AMATEUR CHILD WRESTLING!”

“Uhhh.” Donnie’s pupils shrink, alongside his whole form as he presses closer to Raphie. “That seems kinda dangerous.”

“You kiddin’? You already fought a supervillain, kid!”

“I thought you were disappointed we did that.”

“As a Dad and Uncle, I am. But, as a ninja, I was impressed. So I thought this could be a good way to get some of that energy out! Y’know, safely!” Raphie stands up and puts Donnie on his shoulders. “Whaddya say? Wanna try it?”

Donnie looks down into the ring, into the crowd, watching other kids shout and jump and raise their hands. And… it is more supervised than the fight with Tweetie…

Donnie raises his hand. “Pick me! I wanna go! PICK ME!”

[pikuna]

You, Me and I - Chapter 4

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandoms: Dandadan

Relationship: Ayase Momo/Takakura “Okarun” Ken

Characters: Ayase Momo, Takakura “Okarun” Ken, Shiratori Aira (Dandadan), Enjouji “Jiji” Jin, Vamola (Dandadan), Sakata Kinta (Dandadan), Ayase Seiko, Turbo-Granny (Dandadan)

Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Yokarun, Youkai Takakura “Okarun” Ken, Protective Takakura “Okarun” Ken, Soul Separation, Post-Space Globalists Arc (Dandadan), Dandadan Manga Spoilers, Pre-Relationship, Awkwardness, Yokarun is too honest and Okarun attempts damage control

Summary:

A lot of weird things had happened in Okarun’s life since he met Momo.

Befriending ancient ghosts, stopping an alien invasion and being able to travel telephone lines.

This has become his new normal.

But seeing a version of yourself holding the girl of your heart in a tight hug and purring like an overgrown cat was still very surreal, even for his new standards.

Could you be jealous of yourself?

Finally an update to my first DDD fic. I had so many new ideas in the mean time and I feel bad for already falling behind with this one. xD But we are back with some funny and adorable Yokarun shenanigans and first day back to school!

A big thanks to my Beta reader @xylveon700Xylveon!

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Usually Okarun would wholeheartedly agree with Seiko that they had to keep their studies in mind. They had been absent from school almost a week now thanks to the alien invasion.

But that was also the reason why he was more on Momo's side this time. They had fought the hardest battle of their lives so far and just going back to school was just...it was a total whiplash. And additionally, they had this problem called Yokarun.

The name was another one of Momo's creative ideas of a nickname.

During her forth and back with her grandmother she had realized that she couldn't call his double Okarun too. So she decided on Yokarun on the spot. Yokai plus Okarun. Simple but self-explanatory. Yokarun himself certainly seemed happy to be given his own name.

In the end Seiko won the argument. While everyone was hurrying home to get their school supplies, Okarun had a spare uniform and notebooks he could use for today stashed in the spare room a few weeks prior. Just in case and because he ended up staying at the Ayase house more often than going back to his own apartment.

Getting ready for school was already a hurdle. Yokarun had to accompany them, as Seiko had insisted that he couldn't be too far away from Okarun or their connection might be severed. Given that they had no idea what effect that would have on either of them, they had to stick together. But Yokarun was more interested in sticking with Momo. To the point he was about to follow her back into her room when she wanted to change into her school uniform. He hadn't budged when Okarun tried to pull him into their room, only when presenting with the possibility that he would make Momo feel uncomfortable and after being gently shoved by her spectral hands, he relented.

"Don't wanna go to school," Yokarun whined. "It's so depressing." He was facing the door out of the spare room, waiting for Momo to call for him.

Okarun just hummed in acknowledgment at that while getting out of his pyjamas. That certainly was a notion he had felt a lot in the past. But since he made his first friend, things have gotten better at school.

"It's not that bad anymore and you know it," he tried to convey some positivity, but that was all lost on the very gloomy Yokai, who let out another whine.

"But there are other people. Who aren't Momo-chan."

Okarun let out an exasperated sigh. "At least you don't have to talk to them."

"Also means I can't tell them to piss off," Yokarun grumbled.

'Thank god for that,' the boy thought. A small mercy.

It had been another point of concern for him when Seiko said Yokarun had to come to school, that people would ask questions. But she quickly waved those concerns off with the fact that nobody ever saw the change in appearance when he transformed, so they wouldn't spot the second him at all. He would literally just be a ghost to all the other student's. Only their supernatural sensitive friends would be able to hear and see him. Obviously including Momo. Which was the worst part, given all the stuff he had already said and done this morning alone. Now that everyone knew that Yokarun was just his emotions and thoughts with absolutely zero restrain, he had no idea if he would be able to survive the humiliation if his other self would let slip anything...particular.

"Any chance I can convince you to stay quiet while we are at school?" he asked Yokarun, knowing full well the answer.

"...Nope."

Okarun let out another deep sigh. He almost wished that aliens would attack them again. At least that would be a good excuse not to go to school.

As it was, he tried to come up with several excuses and explanations for whatever Yokarun could blabber out, but he hoped he could stop him from spilling anything in the first place. Maybe he should get some tape for his mouth?

When Okarun was finally finished changing into his school uniform, he turned around to find Yokarun still just staring at the door. Still wearing the same pyjamas as he had himself a minute ago.

"We should get you some other clothes to wear. Even when nobody can see you."

At that comment, Yokarun looked down at himself and pondered for a moment. "No need."

Okarun was about to protest, because even if he was just a Yokai powered double of his emotions he didn't want to be seen running around in pyjamas all day long by his friends. But then the other closed his eyes and the clothes billowed into white and black clouds at first and then settled into something that looked very closely to his own school uniform. Only that the collar and tailcoat flared out in red, ghostly flames, making the whole outfit look so much cooler!

"How did you do that?!" Okarun gasped and walked around his other self, inspecting the new change of clothes, feeling just a little pang of envy.

"Dunno. Just thought about it and...puff," was all he got as an explanation. So Okarun thought about an explanation for himself, adjusting his glasses. "Maybe you could do that because you are a ghost? The clothes are part of you and since you have no set physical form, you can manipulate it." Yokarun hummed, seemingly agreeing with this hypothesis.

"OKARUN! We have to hurry!" Momo's voice boomed through the house, making both boys jolt.

"YES, we are-" Okarun started to reply, but lost his voice for a second as Yokarun dashed out the door in a heartbeat and he was sure he could hear him cooing downstairs at Momo. "..coming." Taking in yet another deep sigh, Okarun grabbed his bag and rushed after them.

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A name. She gave us our own name

So kind.

We can go to school with her.

We can stay with her, protect her.

Grateful. Happy.

We don't want to leave Momo's side. 

We would make her feel uncomfortable.

She asked us to go, we do almost everything she asks of us.

But we need to stay close. We can turn away from her.

That is still not right.

We can be patient.

Lonely. Bored. Optimistic.

We want to change our clothes.

But that is such a hassle.

We want to look good for Momo.

Huh, we can change clothes by imagining it. Interesting.

Indifferent. Self-conscious. Curious.

Her voice!

She calls for us.

We have to run to her

We have to tell her that we missed her!

Ecstatic.

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Okarun had wondered how they were supposed to manage to get to school on time now.

Usually he would just transform and piggyback both Momo and Vamola. But he couldn't transform and Yokarun would not be able to carry three people at once.

But Momo wouldn't be Momo, if she didn't have an unconventional solution to their weird problem.

"No." 

Yokarun deadpanned, looking at the small cart in the courtyard as if it had offended him personally. They had retrieved it from behind the shrine on Momo's request. It had been used for big grocery shoppings and transporting materials in the past and would be big enough for three people to sit in.

"We have no time to argue here. It's the easiest way," Momo groaned.

"Yokarun like horse," Vamola giggled. The Yokai let out a very indignant noise.

"Not helping Vamola," Momo gritted between her teeth, giving the alien girl a gentle shove with her shoulder which made her giggle only more: "Horses cute and helpful!"

"I ain't cute, yo," Yokarun huffed angrily and crossed his arms. Okarun could not fault him for that reaction. It would be kinda humiliating and feel like a big dent in his masculinity if he was in the other's shoes.

But Again, Momo wouldn't be Momo if she wasn't the most stubborn, but also smart person in the room. She knew how to play her cards at this moment, walking up to Yokarun and wrapping her arms around his.

"Please Yokarun. It would make me really happy if you could help us all three to get to school. I would owe you. Pretty, pretty pleeeease?"

She was giving him the biggest pleading eyes she could muster and Okarun recognized this as one of her fake expression she had tried to pull on him back when they squabbled over who would go into Turbo Granny's tunnel first. It was really low of her to try something like this again.

"Man, how am I supposed to say No when you ask so nicely Momo-chan."

And it was actually working?!

Yokarun's eyes had been fixated on Momo the second she had latched on him and definitely dilated when she gave his arm another squeeze.

"Aww, you are the best!" Then Momo turned around to get into the cart, waving Okarun and Vamola to follow her.

"You fold way too easily," Okarun muttered to his other self when he passed him. Yokarun's daydreamy face turned into a nonchalant one the second he replied: "As if you wouldn't do the same."

He opened his mouth for a retort...but couldn't think of one. Yeah, if those cutesy words and shining eyes would have been aimed at him, he might have given in too. He was just too weak for Momo.

With a defeated sigh and Yokarun humming in triumph, he climbed onto the cart, squishing between Momo and Vamola.

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We won't pull this, we have our pride.

But we need to get everyone to school.

They'll manage if they run themselves.

We are no horse. Or cute. We are manly!

Annoyed. Humiliated. Proud.

Momo is so cute!

We should say no, but it's Momo. We would do everything for her.

And we get something from her too!

She is so beautiful.

We can't even argue with ourselves about this.

Flustered. Smitten. Smug.

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"But I want to stay with you Momo-chan!"

As adorable as Yokarun's whining could be, Momo was not in the mood for these childish antics. Given how Okarun ran a hand over his face with a groan, he wasn't either.

They had arrived in time for the last bell to ring, so they had parked the cart where most people left their bikes and ran up the stairs to their classrooms. Momo's classroom was first, so she had given a quick bye to the others and had been about to enter the room, when she noticed that Yokarun was still following her. And thus the discussion about where he would go started.

"Grandma said you two have to stay together," Momo hissed quietly, not wanting her classmates to hear what they were talking about, given that Yokarun was invisible to them. A glance back into the classroom showed her that unfortunately most attention was on her. She and Jiji had been missing for almost a week, so everyone was wondering what was going on. Miko and Muko were aggressively pointing to her seat, wanting to talk to her about why she had been absent for so long. Jiji had already arrived and tried to get the attention from the two girls with some silly faces.

"No, she said we should not be too far apart, yo. And his classroom is like, right down the corridor," Yokarun countered, pointing down the hallway.

Momo just sighed, frustrated, while Okarun grabbed the other's arm and tried, with marginal results, to pull him into the direction of his classroom. "We should not try and test how far apart we can be. Don't worry, we can see Ayase-san during lunch."

"But that will take ages..." Yokarun groused and looked...very sad. Now Momo felt a bit bad. She remembered back when she and Okarun came back to school for the first time, she wanted to do nothing but talk to him. About aliens, about ghosts, about anything as long as they were talking. And from what he had told her while she had thrown that stupid tantrum, he had been in the same mindset. Maybe this was a similar case with Yokarun.

Letting out a deep sigh, she put her hand over Okarun's that pulled on Yokarun. "It's okay Okarun," she said, getting the attention of both boys, a red hue visible on the cheeks of the one she had addressed. "He can stay with me. Probably too distracting for you guys when he whines the whole time."

"Wohoo, Momo-chan is the best!" Yokarun cheered with a smile. It was interesting to see something else than gloom on this face of his. When it was still just Okarun, he always looked depressed, worried or angry. Never happy. She liked to see a smile on that face for a change. 

"I-I don't know if this is a good-" Okarun tried to argue, but a loud shout of his name from across the corridor told him that his teacher had arrived. Momo squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Don't worry, it's not like he can do much anyway."

He didn't look that confident, but there was nothing he could do about it right now. Shooting Yokarun one warning glare, he let go of him and ran quickly to his classroom.

The teacher of her own class was approaching, so Momo hurried inside. Yokarun quickly walked past her and pulled her chair out for her, making Miko and Muko jump in their seats.

"Wh-what was that?" Muko asked, shocked.

"Did the chair just move?" Miko leaned over Momo's desk to look at the chair, but Momo just plumped on it with a raised eyebrow. "The heck you talking about? Chairs don't move by themselves. Right Jiji?" Her eyes shot to the boy, who got the message and just grinned widely.

"Nope. Unless there is a ghost around," he said, making some pretty awful ghost sounds. It was enough to convince the girls that they must have imagined it. When they didn't look, Momo turned her head enough to look at Yokarun and mouthing a thanks to him, causing that hint of a smile to grow a tad wider. He was such a gentleman. Just like Okarun.

"Okay girl, spill it." With a hand slammed on her desk, Miko got Momo's attention back. "Where have you been the past few days? No message, no nothing, even over the weekend!"

"Was sick. Had the flu," Momo just responded. That was the explanation they all had agreed on if they got asked about their whereabouts. It was a bit risky, since it wasn't flu season, but it was the best they could come up with.

"I ain't buying it." Of course Miko, the self proclaimed detective, immediately sniffed out the lie. "All of your little friend group got sick at the same time?"

"Yeah, I mean you and Okarun getting sick at the same time would make sense, with how much you two probably make out," Muko chimed in with a wide grin, quickly leaning away with an amused squeal when a very red Momo tried to punch her.

A pointedly clearing of a throat announced that the teacher was now ready to start the class and given his stare the the group in the back, they were the ones the class was waiting on to calm down. They settled in their seats and the teacher proceeded to present today's topic.

Momo was still reeling from Muko's comment, when Yokarun suddenly spoke up. "Muko-chan is alright, yo."

Not even checking if someone was looking in her direction, she whirled her head around to look at the Yokai, whose eyes were trained on her as always. There was a hint of smugness on his face.

'He liked Muko's stupid comment,' she deduced and could feel her cheeks burn even brighter. That idiot! And she couldn't even say or do anything without attracting too much attention. Giving him a glare, she just turned around and decided to ignore him for now. So much for being a gentleman!

Doing this, she missed how his form slouched even more than usual.

To distract herself from the thought of making out with Okarun, which she obviously never had in the first place or has ever dreamed of, Momo had to make sure that her two friends would believe the story with the flu and not run wild with their own theories. She ripped a piece of paper from her notebook and quickly wrote a message down.

"I was sick and that's it. End of story. We all just hung out a lot together and probably got it from each other."

Carefully leaning forward and poking Miko not so carefully with a pen in the back, Momo shoved the little note into her friend's hand as soon as she turned around. Miko let out a snort at the pout that Momo gave her and quickly read the note. With a grin she then gave the note to Muko, who also grinned and quickly scribbled a reply down, before throwing the note in Momo's eager hands.

"Sure gurl, if that makes you feel better. ;)"

With a groan, Momo sprawled out on her desk, face down on the wood. NOT the answer she was hoping for, but if she was acting too desperately for them to believe her it would only fuel their own ideas. As it was she had to accept it and ignore their snickers and that they were texting each other under their desks.

Trying to at least appear like she was paying attention, Momo straightened up again and opened her notebook, tapping her pen against the pages and rested her head on her propped hand while staring forward.

It really was such a weird feeling to be back here again. A normal school day and her biggest worry now was to at least catch a few words to be able to score in the next test. Compared to yesterday, when they were fighting for their lives.

The image of Vamola being pierced flashed in front of her eyes. Without her noticing, the tapping of her pen became more frantic.

The feeling of hopelessness she had felt when the Kur army arrived wrapped itself around her heart like a thorny vine.

God, they could have all died just yesterday!

Momo was ripped out of her dreadful thoughts when Yokarun suddenly leaned over her from behind and plopped his head on her shoulder.

"Momo-chan, I'm booored," he whined, shooting her a flash of a smile at her sharp intake due to the sudden contact. Resisting the urge to slap his face for startling her, she just poked his cheek. "Well, that's school for ya and you know it. Better listen and learn while you're here," she whispered.

"No need, yo. Other me is the one with the brain," he just grumbled. That made Momo chuckle. Yokarun really seemed to be more the feeling type than thinking, but that just made sense given his nature. Then he suddenly started to nuzzle his cheek against hers with a happy hum. "Rather wanna spend alone time with you babe~"

Her brain short circuited at those words and the attention. Given his antics this morning, she had a good idea what his idea of spending alone time together would mean and a part of her really wanted that too. In a friendly way of course! Friends could cuddle. But she also wanted to do it with Okarun! Yokarun was technically part of him, but she still felt it wouldn't be right. And given that the Yokai currently consisted of Okarun's emotions and thoughts, didn't that mean whatever Yokarun wanted, he wanted too? Okarun wanted to have alone time with her to cuddle? Why didn't he ever say anything?

Momo was getting more and more flustered by her inner thoughts and wants that she tried to kick out of her brain that she didn't know what to do with her hands. One of them finally found its way in Yokarun's face, trying to push him away, because she was absolutely sure she just felt Yokarun's lips brush over her neck while he had still nuzzled her. She couldn't deal with this right now.

"Stop distracting me from class you dork!" she tried to shriek as quietly as possible, but her friends shot her confused looks and she tried to make it look like she was just stretching her arm.

"You ain't paying attention anyway!" he retorted against her hand that squished his face even harder.

Yokarun was spared from getting strangled by Momo only because the teacher called her out, as it looked like she was raising her hand to get his attention. Embarrassed and just...overwhelmed with emotions Momo sinks back into her chair, arms crossed, now really ignoring Yokarun.

"Momo-chan."

Fingers gently poked her shoulders. No reaction from her, just staring down at her desk. From the corner of her eyes she noticed something white. He had squatted down and shuffled around to catch her eyes. 

"I'm sorry Momo-chan. Didn't mean to upset you."

But she fixed her eyes on a dent in her desk. She probably had punched it there a few times in the past. A deep sigh came from Yokarun.

"Man, I really fucked it up. Makes me wilt," he lamented and he let his head fall forward. "Just wanted to cheer you up, yo."

It was really hard to keep ignoring him when he sounded so genuinely sad. Momo dared to glance at his slumped down form on the ground. She also noticed how Jiji kept subtly waving at her, pointing at Yokarun and then jerked his head to their friend, all the while he had a very comical, teary-eyed expression. He didn't like to see the Yokai being so sad. 

Groaning in frustration, she gave in and looked down to Yokarun. "The heck you wanted me to cheer up from?" He immediately reacted to her attention and raised his head again. 

"Bad thoughts. You were fidgeting around like crazy. Just like last night."

It had been that obvious, huh? Playing with a strand of her hair with one hand, she wrapped the other arm around herself. Part of her was embarrassed that he had noticed her freaking out over something that didn't happen. She didn't need anybody to think that she couldn't handle tough situations. But...Yokarun was Okarun. He would never judge or think less of her. And his comfort had helped so much. Last night...and now too. A warmth spread through her chest and she smiled at the Yokai boy. 

"Oh...Uhm..T-thank you. And..sorry." she mumbled. She wanted to say so much more. That she really appreciated how he was looking after her and making sure she was okay. But the warmth in her chest also made it very hard to talk, especially when those gentle, vermilion eyes looked at her so intensely. So she just focused back on the lecture. 

Yokarun just hummed, content that Momo seemed to be in a better mood now. He kept squatting down like this for a few minutes, just staring. Then he put a hand on her knee, jolting Momo's attention away from the lesson yet again.

"Can I rest my head here?"

Momo looked absolutely flabbergasted at Yokarun's way too innocent expression at that kind of request. 

"W-what?" she squeaked as quiet as possible, ignoring the weird look Muko gave her. He just tilted his head and she had a weird suspicion that he purposely tried to look adorable. 

"You said you owe me one. Just asking for my reward."

...

While he had the right, she did coax him into pulling that cart by promising him something, she had not expected that something to be this. Maybe a hug or even quick peck on the cheek? To be honest, she had not thought he would ask for anything in the first place. Why would he ask for this? And was it something that Okarun would have liked to do? Why did that sound not so bad, to have her little otaku friend resting his head on her lap while she threaded her fingers through his hair?

Momo's cheeks grew steadily redder and was so lost in her spiralling thoughts, she almost missed how Yokarun gently squeezed her knee to get her attention back. Her eyes focused back on him. 

"If you don't want me to, that's okay. Won't force you to do anything you don't like."

Any other guy would have insisted on getting what he wanted after such a promise. But of course he was more concerned about what she was okay with. Even this more clingy version of him. And he wouldn't do any funny business, she knew that. With a sigh, she moved her chair a bit back so that her legs were not under the desk anymore.

"F-fine. Just...don't be weird about it," she muttered and glanced away. 

"Thank you Momo-chan~" he purred, a sound she realised she liked a bit too much. She heard him move on the floor, before she felt his cold cheek lay down on her thighs and his arms lazily wrapping around her legs. Glancing back down to him, she could see that he was kneeling on the floor now. His eyes were closed and his lips tucked up into a content smile. 

And he kept purring. 

She could feel it through her legs. Was he a Yokai or a goddamn cat? Not that she actually minded it. Despite the absolutely inexplicable warmth she could feel surging through her due to the contact, she was oddly calm. She noticed that he laid closer to her knees than her lap. How considerate of him, she thought with a smile. 

Watching him for a few more seconds, she got more and more curious about his ethereal hair, how it always seemed to billow in a on-existing wind. Was it some kind of ghostly fire? Carefully she touched it with the tips of her fingers, but instead of heath she only felt a pleasant coolness. Playing with a few strands of his hair for a moment, she deemed it safe and started to run her fingers through it, scratching his scalp gently. 

That seemed to be the right course of action, as his purring grew stronger and he nuzzled more into her legs. It was honestly adorable and she had to chuckle.

Momo was just glad nobody could see this display. That would've been embarrassing. Well, nobody but Jiji. Remembering him, she turned her head to look at her friend, who had a very dumbfounded expression on his face, but as soon as he noticed her looking at him, he grinned and wriggled his eyebrows in a playful manner. Giving him her best death glare, she shot him down and he looked back to the front. Momo followed suit.

If any of their friends would ask about this, she would just say it was to occupy Yokarun. So he wouldn't throw a tantrum or similar. Yes, that was a good excuse.

By the end of the first lesson Momo had to admit that it actually helped her focus on what the teacher said, when she had Yokarun in her lap and could play around with his hair. A win-win situation for them both. 

Absently she wondered if she should ask Okarun at some point if he would like to rest his head in her lap too.

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W e don't want to be separated from Momo. 

We can't survive without her. We will wilt.

Momo is so kind and caring.

We can stay with her!

Momo is so cute when flustered. 

We want to kiss her.

Don't say it out loud!

But we should, she needs to know!

Depressed. Enamoured. Conflicted. 

Momo is distressed. She is afraid.

Be close, give her comfort.

Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her!

We fucked up. She is mad at us.

We wanna die.

She understands, she is thankful.

It makes us happy.

Can we ask for this? We don't want to overstep.

We are in heaven. She is so warm and comfy.

We love her fingers in our hair. 

School is great.

Caring. Regret. Useless. Bliss. Content. 

[prinz-vassago]

Ok I'm so obsessed with "Dai Nippon Gothic" and Suehiro Maruo's artwork and manga, I ended up getting a lot of inspiration from that to continue Akumu's mistery lore. I'm doing characters for the secret occult club investigating her death. They're called "Mugen no Kagi" (夢幻の鍵) or just "Fantastic Dream Key". I'll post the other members during the week bc I think each one deserves a post only about them, so here's the first one: Gou Kurogane

His backstory may contain some extreme/disturbing topics, be warned:

Gou is a 17 y.o teenager who is part of the secret occult club that investigates the entity Akumu. He is fascinated by death in every way. Coming from a traditional family and a lineage of samurais who served the Shogun, he follows a strict code of honor since he was a child. His family has a strange tradition of preserving the corpses of men who brought honor to the family in a sacred room in the house. His dream is to bring honor and die heroically in the war to have his body mummified alongside his ancestors, keeping the illusion that "war is honorable" due to his family tradition and the nationalist education given by the schools during the Showa period. He constantly has the job of serving food to the corpses and taking care of them as if they were alive.

Gou's father divorced his mother when Gou was very young and lost himself in alcoholism and prostitutes. Because of that he rarely sees his father and was raised most of the time by his older brother, who has a toxic and abusive relationship with him. Gou's brother is an imperial soldier, and constantly puts pressure on him, saying that "he will never bring honor to the family". Even though he gets excellent grades and being very good at swordsmanship, his brother invalidates his success, and nothing ever seems to be enough to please him. Although, Gou greatly admires his brother's position in the army, and dreams of becoming a soldier just like him and is deeply ashamed of his father and has vowed not to end up like him.

Despite all the problems and oddities, he is a very respectful and modest person in public, which makes people see him as someone exemplary in society and they don't even imagine his creepy side.

All this fascination with death made him start looking for more answers in black magic, and so he joined the secret occult club. Out of all entities and Yokai, he has the most interest in vengeful ghosts (like the Yurei type of ghost) and the Gashadokuro (giant skeletons made of the skulls of people who died in the battlefield). He is constantly desecrating warriors' graves and taking their skulls in the hopes of one day summoning a Gashadokuro. He doesn't usually work with curses and tends to focus more on summoning disturbed spirits and finding definitive ways to invoke each one of them, recording everything in his summoning notebook. He believes he can free Akumu's spirit and find out what happened to her.

*I don't condone the japanese imperial army and their actions nor the act of desecrating graves/disturbing the dead. The character is just inserted in this specific moment in history. Take his attitudes and traumas as a critique of how nationalism and extreme traditions affect people's minds in the worst way and how war is romanticized by some people.

[cvbullshit]

Since Yo-Kai Notebook has been actually doing well, I decided to sketch out other Yo-Kai designs for it! I may color them later but for now it's just a sketch to get a feel for their designs

[st4rryyynight]

|★| A drabble regarding a character of mine that I submitted for @tmnt-multiverse-election .

— AU: 'Star Bunny' — OC: Tanner (Tanner Mayfield)

"..so- urh. I might get nominated, I- I guess." A small mumble left the young human as their eyes flickered between the sea of people, mutants and yokai of all shorts, all of whom preparing to run— or are already, running for president for the 'TMNT' multiverse. They paused for a second their head striding away from the microphone as they thought of what to say, or do— as thousands upon, million of people are standing there. Their thoughts were drowned out by chatter of the people below the stage, so— rasping out a cough of uncertainty, the young supplier turned to open their backpack, crouching down for a moment in order to get out a small notebook— while amongst the absolute mess of equipment that they are supposed to deliver give out to a couple of clients and acquaintances.

"Erhhh, gladly I have, well— Gladly I was given some time to prepare for— for this." They sheepishly stated as they got up, before setting the tattered notebook down on the book stand. Though, they still felt a little confused as to what they were they were supposed to do, Tanner was still willing and a little determined if anything— to give this a go. They silently, yet quickly flipped through the pages in to get to a specific order, for a second worrying that they were just eating up everyone's time.

"Now- erh, I have listed down some reasons to why you should vote me, or something along the lines of that ..?? Yeah. Something along the lines of that." Lifting their hand up to their bunny mask— the supplier lifted it up just a bit so that their mouth would be exposed, as to be heard loud and clear to the massive crowd.

"I have broken down two sections of, well, reason as to why I should get voted...?? The general one and the..universal one. So, erh— here they are ??" They cleared their throat for just a second, and then with the little confidence that they gathered up, and with partially stubborn mindset, they continued their speech.

"alright so— the, the general section will includeee, urh—

— |☆| Basic necessities such as food, electricity, water and such will be accessible to everyone and if needed, I gladly deliver some goods and supplies to your door. (Applies to all universes) — |★| Healthcare— and mental healthcare will be free and accessible to everyone and doctors, pharmacists and nurses, as well as the psychiatrists, psychologist and therapists will get paid by the government. (Applies to all universes) — |☆| Baking products will cost less. just because you can't or don't want to control your store prices, doesn't mean that I have to pay 40 dollars to make a batch of brownies. (Applies to all universes) — |★| Now, as much I would love to reduce crime.. no, I'm lying. Crime is essential for action in the 'Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles' universes. It's like oxygen for us humans, like gas for a star to provide for its nuclear fuel. Well, it really depends on what you do— hoarding, thieving, stealing and taking what's not yours, will be well— there. Murder and kidnapping depends on the person. You can't kill children or the elderly— neither innocent people, however if it's a pedophile or some scumbag .. get em, I guess. The crime won't stop completely m'kay ? (Applies to all universes) — |☆| Sensory friendly spaces, in which all humans, yokai and mutant's can access will be in every corner of the city— in case someone gets a little too over stimulated. (Applies to all universes) — |★| Also, an odd one but there will more hiding spaces throughout the universes. (They deal with quite the stubborn and more demanding clients from time to time while trying to deliver or reposes something, they deserve to have to somewhere to evade said client if things get heated.) (Applies to all universes) — |☆| Any form of discrimination, mockery and assault against delivery workers will be illegal. Watch your words and actions please. (Applies to all universes.) — |★| Water, slushies, coffee and energy drinks will be free from now on. (Applies to all universes) — |☆| Everyone gets a free batch of brownies and cookies every month, based on their preferences. (Applies to all universes) — |★| Andd if anyone locks up a bunny in a cage, they be sentenced to death. No— wait, that is too heavy, they just be locked for a really long time and have everyday lessons as to why you should never lock a rabbit in cage and as to why the need a spacious area to live in until they be driven to insanity.. is- is that still too heavy ?? (Applies to all universes) — |☆| ..An odd one but, everyone has to cut thieves some slack. Not sure one bit why I put that here, not sure at all.. (Applies to all universes)

"..should— should we move on to the uni- Y'know what, yeah. Let's move on the universal section."

— |☆| I know this isn't a shocker, but mutants and yokai will be allowed to walk freely— and live up in the surface with the humans, as well as have the same rights as they do. Also, a human os not in any means allowed to strife against a Yokai. Unless there is some form of unresolved banter between them.. still- let's keep it fair for everyone. (Applies to all universes.) — |★| You are all obligated to leave' Repo Mantis Row Truck & Salvage Company' alone. Yeah, he has some unruly and cruel clients who are keeping the money to themselves and he deals with them they way he deals with them, so what ? ? Oh, and also— a suitcase of canned tuna will be brought to him every day in order to feed his cat. Or 'Snuggly Wuggly', as he calls her. (Applies to all universes.) — |☆| The 'Purple Dragons Tech Club' will have technological equipment and one hundred fifty dollars in cash delivered to them every week so that they can invest in.. whatever— whatever they do in their club. Or maybe just split the money, since they are three members and 150 ÷ 3 = 50.. yeah, they could split the money every month.(This only applies to 'Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles' universes.) — |★| If you are from the 'Brownie Scouts' then, congratulations— you are in luck, as each member of the scouts will supplied every month with new baking ingredients to keep those brownies going !! (Applies to all universes.) — |☆| The government will be OBLIGATED.. to provide Todd Capybara with large amounts of income for both his own comfort and basic needs- as well to feed and provide for his dogs. Also, there will be a sack of lemons transported to him weekend, in case he wants to make some of that internet— famous homemade lemonade of his. (Applies to all universes) — |★| Urrrhh, Mikey will get gifted with new art and cooking supplies for whenever he needs them. (Applies to all universes) — |☆| Donnie will get supplied with tools and equipment for bis tech and will get delivered some uranium.. so that he can shut up about it.. But also, he will get provided with a greenhouse to have to himself. He did mention once that he likes botany, right ? (The first bit applies to every universe. The second one only applies to 'Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles' universes) — |★| Also, no filming, annoying or pranking Repo's cat, aka Mr's Nubbins. We will find you if you do so. (Applies to all universes).

"..huh. the- the list is done." Tanner felt quite relieved as his eyes flickered to a worn— blank page, his lips curling into a line as he realizes that it might just be time to let the next contestant go up on the stage. Hitching a small breath— the supplier lowered his bunny mask back down, the yellow cardboard with the large star on the side covering their features once again. They quickly stuffed the notebook back into their backpack, muttering goodbyes and uncertain gratitudes to everyone in the crowd as they scampered off of the stage.

|★| DIVIDERS BY: @enchanthings !!

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What if, after dying at the end of Death Note, Light Yagami woke up in the body of Bella Swan just as she’s arriving in Forks?

"Ah, so this is Nothingness," Light muses to himself, having been told by Ryuk already that there is no afterlife for humans, that we each instead enter Mu, the great nothingness, and cease to exist. It's a lot more American and feminine than he expected.

Slowly, Light realizes he's actually been reincarnated. His ID tells him he's an American girl named Bella Swan, seventeen years old, from Phoenix Arizona. The year is also 2006, which oddly puts him back in time several years (Light died in 2010).

Even odder yet, he sees no signs of Kira, when Light was very much active during 2006 and had been for a few years by that point. While he knows Japan was very central to the Kira case, given it was confirmed he was in the Kanto region and thus likely Tokyo by L to the national public, America had been paying attention as had everyone else.

There wouldn't be no sign of him.

Light reluctantly has to conclude he's in a kind of parallel reality or perhaps a dream world (this dream world theory growing stronger when he learns that Bella Swan's father is the chief of police, who has similar qualities to his own father).

He's not sure how he feels about this.

Towards the end of his life he'd purposefully alienated himself from his family and then Kira had done the rest.

His father, who had always been a workaholic, became even more of one with the Kira case and then died believing Light was innocent.

Sayu was kidnapped by Mello and never the same afterwards.

His mother was left to deal with the aftermath of both his father's and now his own death. Leaving him to wonder, of course, what the task force decided to tell them of why Light didn't come home.

Now he's living someone else's life, and she's estranged from her family as well, having left the mother she'd always lived with and moving in with a father she appears to barely know.

"Am I being punished?" Light wonders to himself.

He gets to school and he's certain of it. There's some kind of yokai there, the Cullens, who look in their own way more inhuman than Ryuk. In Biology he's confronted by one and becomes certain it's intent on killing him when he has no access to any notebook and is in a much weaker, clumsier, body than he'd ever been in life.

When, however, instead of dying painfully he finds out Edward ran away...

Light finds himself mildly intrigued. Alright, this universe is annoying, his work was wiped away, he has no means of becoming Kira again, and it appears ayakashi/yokai/mononoke are pursuing him, but something here is happening and it could give him a clue as to what this world really is.

And Light finds himself playing a familiar game he played with many women before, charm Edward Cullen.

As Light's very quickly able to pinpoint what it is Edward wants in a woman, he avoids an untimely death, and canon proceeds unhindered until Light realizes. Oh no. This demon actually really does want a relationship with him while hungering for his blood. Light's read those folk stories.

Light takes the Paranoid Bella route until the Volturi alternative presents itself, and while hating the idea of being subservient to these warlords, he does appreciate the cause of murdering man eating demons and it gets him away from Edward.

[callireads]

Introduction

Hi! Call me Calli - it's short for my main handle, @callipraxia. That's a nonsense word which came about when I started trying to combine word roots in a way that sounded comprehensible, since I had the vague impression that was how screen names worked. Pretty sure I got it wrong, but so it goes. As stated in the blog summary, I had been keeping up with my reading in a notebook for a few years, but after keeping up with it for that long, I...still managed to finally lose the thing. Tumblr is, er, decidedly harder to misplace, so I decided to make a side blog as a replacement that I can put hyperlinks in, and now here I am.

Relevant facts about me in the event that anyone else reads this and wonders where I'm coming from: I'm a woman in my thirties, from the Southern United States, and I have a Master's degree in English education. I work in an education-related field, but I'm not a teacher. I own a lot of books, and most of them were acquired at Friends of the Library fill-a-bag sales, where, a few times a year, I can get as many books as I can persuade to fit inside a paper grocery bag for ten bucks. Between acquiring so many of my books that way, being a writer, and having a tendency to flit between intense interests at unpredictable intervals, my personal library is...eclectic, shall we say, so there's probably no real way to pin down a theme for this blog other than that it is, well, the things Calli reads. Most of it is nonfiction these days, but a solid month of YA novels is never out of the question and long digressions into RPG sourcebooks are actually pretty common at the moment. Just depends on what my brain's latched onto at any given time, really.

The Books

January 2025

Guards, Guards! - Terry Pratchett

The House of My Mother - Shari Franke

Men at Arms - Terry Pratchett (1/28)

The Beginner’s Guide to Runes - Josh Simonds (1/30)

February 2025

The Korean Myths: A Guide to the Gods, Heroes, and Legends - Heinz Insu Fenkl and Bella Myŏng-wŏl Dalton-Fenkl (2/11)

The Chinese Myths: A Guide to the Gods and Legends - Tao Tao Liu (2/13)

The Japanese Myths: A Guide to Gods, Heroes, and Spirits - Joshua Frydman (2/17)

The Japanese Yokai Handbook: A Guide to the Spookiest Ghosts, Demons, Monsters, and Evil Creatures from Japanese Folklore - Masami Kinoshita (2/17)

The Aztec Myths: A Guide to the Ancient Stories and Legends - Camilla Townsend (2/18)

Discourses of the Elders: The Aztec Huehuetlatolli, A First English Translation - Sebastian Purcell (2/25)

The Egyptian Myths: A Guide to the Ancient Gods and Legends - Garry J. Shaw (2/27)

The Norse Myths: A Guide to the Gods and Heroes - Carolyne Larrington (2/28)

March 2025

The Wandering Mind: What Medieval Monks Tell Us About Distraction - Jamie Kreiner (3/2)

Women and the Religious Life in Premodern Europe - Patricia Ranft (3/4)

Uncomfortable Conversations With A Jew - Emmanuel Acho and Noa Tishby (3/7)

How the Talmud Can Change Your Life: Surprisingly Modern Advice from a Very Old Book - Liel Leibovitz (3/10)

Living Theravada: Demystifying the People, Places, and Practices of a Buddhist Tradition - Brooke Schedneck (3/13)

The Diary Keepers: World War II in the Netherlands, as Written By The People Who Lived Through It - Nina Siegal (3/14)

The Eastern Orthodox Church: A New History - John Anthony McGuckin (3/19)

Slow Productivity: The Lost Art of Accomplishment Without Burnout - Cal Newport (3/21)

Process: The Writing Lives of Great Authors - Sarah Stodola (3/25)

Daily Rituals: How Artists Work - Mason Currey (3/27)

Cloistered: My Years as a Nun - Catherine Coldstream

April 2025

1. Nazi Wives: The Women at the Top of Hitler’s Germany - James Wyllie (4/8)

May 2025

Writing After Dark: Envy, Fear, Distraction, and Other Dilemmas in the Writer’s Life - Bonnie Friedman (5/4)

Candela Obscura Core Rulebook - Rowan Hall and Spenser Starke (5/11)

Anybody Can Write: A Playful Approach; Ideas for the aspiring, the beginning, and the blocked writer - Roberta Jean Bryant (5/12; started sometime in April)

Odd Type Writers: From Joyce and Dickens to Wharton and Welty, the Obsessive Habits and Quirky Techniques of Great Authors - Celia Blue Johnson (5/14)

The Writing of Fiction: The Classic Guide to the Art of the Short Story and the Novel - Edith Wharton (5/15)

Becoming A Writer - Dorothea Brande (5/20)

On Becoming A Novelist - John Gardner

One Writer’s Beginnings - Eudora Welty (5/27)

A Writer’s Notebook: Everything I Wish Someone Had Told Me When I Was Starting Out - John Scherber (5/28)

Trail of Cthulhu Rulebook - Kenneth Hite (5/29; started sometime in April)

You Are A Writer: (so Start Acting Like One) - Jeff Goins (5/29)

Virgins of Venice: Broken Vows and Cloistered Lives in the Renaissance Convent - Mary Lavan (5/30; started sometime in April)

June 2025

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November 2025

December 2025

[ichigomaniac]

Hi, I'm a huge fan of your yokai au. I remember discovering it and how much I enjoyed it. And how much I waited for every chapter, especially the last one. And how much I enjoyed it. I know it's been a long time since the au ended, but I have a question in the last chapter you said 'next one is an epilogue' so i wanted to now were can I find it?

Hello! I'm so happy you enjoyed it! It means a lot to me <3

About the epilogue, I had it written down in my notes and I think I threw the notebook away and I cannot remember what I had planned for it.

So unfortunately I never got to drawing it ;-;

[tiredsn0w]

Fun fact: there are actually many yokai which surround the new year, including one that you're supposed to chant to on New Year's in order to get protection from other yokai. Also if you visit the bathroom at night specifically on new year's night (and no other nights) there's another one which appears unless you do a different chant.

Also, it's not exactly on the new year, but there's this one which is a guy that goes around writing down the names of the people he can see on 8 December, and they'll fall sick on 8 February unless you burn an effigy of his notebook on 15 January exactly (?)

I don't actually believe in yokai (I'm Catholic) but I like reading about then and there are some really weird ones in there. These are tame. Trust me.