#yokai watch : dead hotel

[mimastuff]

Sooo do you think if the rise turtles had a human or fluffy mutant so when it’s cold and snowy and the heatings not working, do you think they’d brag to the other turtles that their s/o is their own personal oven and their brothers should be jealous? (Donnie messages them to brag about this rather than speak it in person. Probably locked him and his s/o in his lab so Leo can’t fuck with them in revenge). Also can I get something on s/o offering their turtle cuddles in bed cuz s/o is 100% fine and their boyfriend are freezing?

Thank you for this request!! I really love this one Ilysm <33

Ice cold

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You met the turtles through big mama. Let me explain. When big mama asked the turtles for help and they set off for the task, you were called into her office. You knew this wasn’t good. As you sat down in her chair you could feel all her eight eyes on you.

“Hello fluffy-poo I have just sent some turtles out to do a curtain job for me. I want you to help me capture them when they get back here. Understand?” You froze. You didn’t like her plans you only stayed here because you had no place to go to. People hated your kind. Mutants. Well you were actually a yokai. A very fluffy yokai. “But big mama I don’t really wan-“ you could barely finish before she interrupted you. “Are you disagreeing with me? After all I have done ! I gave you a place to say , your my best fighter you know. I want you to do great things fluffy-poo don’t you get that?” You looked down and nodded. You felt sick helping her , but she gave you a place to stay when no one else would. She’s the reason your probably not dead right now. As the turtles came in you took the ooze-squitos from the red ones hand you couldn’t help but listen to their words. “She’s…. Adorable” *your turtle of choice* whispered. You smiled at you contemplated giving the green coloured bugs to big mama. Her smirk to you and signal meant you now had to try and capture them. The two body guards moved towards them and the turtles, they could fight !! Pretty well. As they got thrown onto the floor you held off the guards. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING Y/N , I have you home and I can take it!!” You pushed the guards away and knocked them out one by one. The turtles watched in awe as you fought so well ! As you fought the last guard you ran the turtles to help them up. You turned on the elevator and pushed them inside. “Go , get out of this place ! It’s not safe for you. I will take care of big mama.” They gave you a sympathetic look as they all ran to the elevator. The orange one turned around to see you smash the glass bottle of the ooze-squitos and sent big mama into a hissy fit. You turned around to see the brothers running to you as big mama tried to strike you. You ran with a confused look on your face. “We can’t just leave you in here with her, not after you just saved us” you smiled and thanked them. You all moved into the elevator going down to your room to grab your stuff. You only came last month so you still had your suitcase full of things. You Grabbed it and ran with them. Suddenly the blue turtle seemed to have met up with you guys and gave you a questioning look as you ran outside the hotel. The 3 brothers explained what happened and they all took you to their lair. Later that day you met April. Who happened to be your childhood best friend! You two bonded quick and she soon let you stay now at your guys apartment. But , one of the turtles really caught your eye. And apparently you caught their eye as well! You two started talking and now you’re dating ! He loves your fluffiness and your warmth ever since winter came around…

Raph❤️

- he would absolutely love it

- He would text you to come over just because he is cold

- He would be a bit scared about you catching on his spikes but you prove him wrong

- Because your so so fluffy you couldn’t even feel the spikes!

- Cuddle and Jupiter Jim marathons in the winter are to die for

- Also I see him coming up behind you while your doing something and just brushing his face in your fluffiness

- In his eyes , your his personal heater during those chilly months

- When you come over when it cold he would brag about how no one else will get warm because he has his own heat pack

- You!

- They would all roll their eyes at him but once you two get to his room , you two are not coming out soon

- You love it due to your fluffiness being too much warmth so he is the perfect temperature to cool you off while he gets warmed up

- He would carry you around just so he can be close to you and feel the heat!

Mikey🧡

- in my opinion he is the coldest turtle out of the four brothers

- Once he actually realises that your a walking heater

- He will none stop cling to you

- He is just walking around freezing when he sees you cooking

- Mikey would climb your back just to get a piece of your fluffy warmth

- Cuddle sessions after a mission are amazing

- He would always fall asleep on your chest

- The brothers would soon catch on to what he was doing

- The clinginess seemed a bit too much for mikey

- They felt your fur and soon became aware of Mike’s little secret

- He was the coldest turtle by touch , but with you he felt as though your heat could lull him to sleep

- Would defo go on the brothers group chat and brag about how warm he is

- Especially when it snows

- That boy is all over you

- He loves you very much

Leo💙

- omg

- This boy.

- When he finds out your secret heat

- He is all over you

- He would send photos to his brothers of you two cuddling captioned “you guys feel that ? Oh yeah sorry would that be the cold because I definitely can’t 👹”

- Leo would wait at your apartment freezing as ever

- When you walk through the door he is sweet talking you to the couch

- He is smooth , ngl 😩

- He would set you on the couch and fall asleep on your chest floof

- ok , so you have two options

- One take a pic and use it as blackmail

- Orr you can leave him be

- Because he is not going to get up anytime soon

- Sooo get some popcorn because you are in for a long ride

- He would run up and hug you just to feel your floof and heat

- He is physical touch depending

- So you two are a total power couple

Donnie 💜

- as he spends the most time in his lab

- It’s is naturally cold in there

- Soo he did the next best thing

- He has a heater in their

- But one time

- During New York’s biggest snow season yet

- After a huge explosion in his lab

- It broke his beloved heater

- As he sat in his lab

- Inevitably waiting his cold doom

- That’s when you walk in with some hot coffee

- You see him on the ground shaking

- His body Aches for warmth

- You help his get up onto his seat

- You instantly know what to do

- You put the coffee on his desk

- Which he thanks you for

- And sit in his lap

- At first he stiffs up, but when you tap your arms around him he gives in

- He finally felt warmth for what felt like the first time ever

- He hugs you back and falls asleep with his head atop of yours

- Now , he texts you a secret code to indicate he wants warming up

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Hope you guys enjoyed this one

Phew ! Another one done !! Keep the requests coming !!

[treetownconfessions]

whos on ur dni list

fans of genshin impact, cookie run, one piece, kpop, undertale, friday night funkin, steven universe, homestuck, naruto, fnaf, persona, roblox, my hero academia, the owl house, south park, walten files, total drama island, doki doki literature club, harry potter, my little pony, lion king, madoka magica, metal family, ninjago, monkie kid, the lego movie, rick and morty, battle for dream island, monster high, animal crossing, hunterxhunter, sonic, villainous, mario, yakuza, deltarune, stardew valley, league of legends, littlest pet shop, parappa, yokai watch, jojo's bizarre adventure, amazing world of gumball, creepypasta, warrior cats, marvel, countryhumans, voltron, alvin and the chipmunks, star wars, baldi's basics, omori, touhou, rpg horror, dead by daylight, madness combat, amphibia, curious george, splatoon, apex, plants vs zombies, portal, half-life, naughty bear, any sims game, invader zim, fran bow, resident evil, octodad, bendy and the ink machine, little nightmares, helluva boss, cuphead, hazbin hotel, smiling friends, project sekai, and ace attorney are all on my dni list :( if any of u apply then please dni </3

my friend, i am praying this is copypasta

why the fuck are you here.

[pancakewithsprinkles]

INTRODUCTION POST

Hello! <3

My name is Cuteworld! My pronouns are she/her, and I am an avid women enjoyer. Have a few fun facts about me~!

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I have type one diabeties!

I'm Autistic!

My favorite Musical is Sweeny Todd <3

I am obsessed with horror in all shapes and forms!

My favorite food is pancakes

Ive never had a pet in my life but I really want one.

If I had a cat i'd name it Jinglebells :)

My favorite youtubers are Ryan Hollinger and Pidgin Doll

My aesthetic is cutecore! (if you couldn't tell)

I use too many exclamation marks

I love meeting new people!!! Be my friend!!

I have over a bajillion plushies

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I made this account for a lot of things, but at the time of writing its mostly used for my hyperfixations. Here are my current hyperfixations~!

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KinitoPet (Videogame)

Sam and Max (Videogame + TV show)

Punchout!! (Videogame)

Inscryption (Videogame)

Dead By Daylight (Videogame)

FNAF (Videogame + movie)

NSR (videogame)

Cult of the lamb (Videogame)

Dead Rising (1-2)

Hazbin Hotel (TV show)

Yokai Watch (Anime)

Pokemon (videogame)

Deltarune/Undertale (Videogames)

Welcome Home (ARG

Voclaiod (Music Genre)

Horror in general <3

Cookie Run/Cookie Run Kingdom (App game)

Sanrio (brand)

The Amazing Digital Circus (Show)

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I do take commissions and I draw on Pixilart.com or Kleki!

I also have a KinitoPET Ask Blog! :D

Thank you for reading this far, you're a peach ^v^ Enjoy my art!

also soft vore is the best <3

[travajoke01]

I wanna enroll her in a contest so infopost here we come

casual outfit still developing, please stand by

rottmnt OC Chimera Solbritt, she’s a bombyx. Aaaaaand also she’s a witch (i’m almost sorry for Donnie).  

Va: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFOBe5rGrqc&list=PL0ZdQpFsexGEB8-p_dN7jflu7y7bB4Upe&index=5 Noël Wells

Her little caterpillar-like buddy is Cat (as in Cat-tools and caterpillar)

 Really hate that we saw so little of witches and furthermore they were not so…..thrilling. I’m not a good writer, so i’ll just throw out some facts about her and backstory. Maybe my headcanon will make creators and nickelodeon so angry that they’ll decide to continue the show just to prove me wrong.

So this little cutie has problems with her family (on account of them being killed) and were took in by Big Mama and trained by her great-aunty Moti, so her english is better, otherwise that would be a disaster.

BM took her as last favor to her friend (a witch), trying not to dig Chimy into her illegal business too much, but girl would peak her nose once in a while (she’s a real fan of true crime, how could she miss something like that?). 

She’s a product of love of a human (scientist) and yokai (witch), whose bond was a problem for the witch’s town by itself, and a reason of their demise. Chimera was thought to be dead too, but she was teleported by her papá along with Cat, who was supposed to be her nanny, but became a life-long companion. He recorded some things from the crime scene, including her father’s goodbye and face of the killer.

Unfortunately, it took some time to reach her mother (she was in the witch town currently, while dad was above), and since she had no idea her daughter was alive, she took the poison to rejoin her fam.

Knowing that Mira (I really see so much potential In her being evil), would want her own granddaughter dead, Moti knew that girl cannot stay, so by the advice of  Chimy’s mother, she took her to the hotel, sneaking there once in a while to teach her and tell stories of her parents.

Of course, Mira was playing the victim, crying and telling that both of her parents died in the accident from one of their experiments.(those damn scientists can’t do anything right). 

It was hard for Chimy to study, especially, when she saw Gentry getting the attention and magic lessons from Mira she craved so much. But i guess  with having the half of capabilities of others-it is how it is. Or maybe Mira didn’t trust the bombyx just as much.

So to begin her way to the top properly, Chimera had do enlarge the amount of magic she can hold\produce, call it mana if you want. Before that, to learn magic ways properly, she had to use her enchanted umbrella and Cat’s help to make and store potions and elixirs, particularly healing ones. Quite a useful buddy this Cat, after all, a creation of magic AND science. 

School days weren’t exactly easy, on one hand, because she enrolled in the already formed collective that got used to each other, on the other, because Chimera was mostly looking humanish, the only things visibly telling that she is certainly not a human were her little wings, teeth, eyes and ears. She’s not unusual enough to blend in with yokai, and way too unusual to blend in with humans. Her fluff, retractable arms, spots and colour, the size of her wings were developed during all these years, heck, even the silk wasn’t always the thing. All of that made it only harder to get used to, she was clumsy and insecure. You can’t say she was bullied necessarily, but she’s never felt being a part of community. It definitely affected her, so she seeks admiration and attention.

Being tired of this buzz of thoughts and failures in her head she quitted the school and embarked on her little adventure outside the New York, (approximately during the time of season 1-2 and the movie) travelled to the temple where she empowered her dark magic (hence the mark’s ob her hands, the more she uses them, the more they grow), and enlarged her mana. 

Coming back to NY, she had to pass an exam to show her progress in magic, which wasn’t a problem for her this time, and took private lessons from a wizard.

FACTS TIME

second and third pair of arms are retractable. First pair, normal skin, second-fluffy, third-more like a chitin, they’re thinner than the other pairs. Her height is actually about Mikey’s, but since she’s walking on her “tiptoes” (it’s more comfortable bc of her bone structure) she appears to be higher.

produces silk (uses it to lengthen the range for touch-based spells or to crochet) and pheromones (to attract or to repulse)

umbrella has planetary signs and on the top is a sun sign (solely decorative)

her bailiwick is dark magic mostly (darkness based harm\destruction spells, creating a field of darkness), but she tries to learn other kinds of elementary attack spells, but they’re more tiring for her to perform.

has bags under her eyes,mostly because she stays up late, her sleep schedule is a mess. She just likes staying up late and doing hobbies, with all that learning there’s should be time for fun, right? After meeting the Mad Dogs, she could spend several nights without sleep, learning\practicing spells or looking for a particular one that they need. 

Even though she sometimes seems insensitive, she’s very emotional towards animals and animated little creatures (like robots),probably because she feels they are weaker and has an instinct to protect them.

doesn’t like any physical touch if she doesn’t like\know you. For some reason, this irritating, orange masked turtle grew fast on her…maybe her shell is getting thinner. (they’re totally besties, she freaking loves Dr. Delicate touch)

They also share a hobby with Mickey-drawing. Also she crochets, watches true crime videos, destroys the patriarchy, u know, girl stuff  

uses her wings for DAZZLING and casting(it’s absolutely extra), more than for flying, because that would be an easy target and not as fast as umbrella and magical means. So she uses umbrella for fast travel\dodging, but at least she looks great

She considers incident in witch town very amusing (Donnie vs witch town),considering her tense relationship with this place.

She genuinely finds Donnie entertaining. Her reaction to his noises and attempts to be a mad scientist is pretty much the same as Luz’s reaction to King (like: awww he steppet his wittle foot~) Does it irritate him? Very much. But at least they both have a topic to infodump (science and magic) and they can’t understand eachother, which is a new experience for Donnie, to be in his brothers’ shoes. But she actually supports Donnie and tries to listen, though rarely understands terminology.

Giggles almost every time boys have an argument (if it’s not very life-threatening situation or it’s a real time to be serious)

She likes Raph’s roughness combined with his sweetness. She would totally crochet smth for him.

Leo is the one she shows her new nails first.

April is a kind of friend she always wanted, she can tell her about her nails with the same interest as about true crime (and learn smth new from April). She would also teach her magic too or escort her somewhere she could learn it.

She has a good developed emotional intelligence but rather from a logical point of view, like “ofc they do not know they’ve hurt u, they’re not u, but if they did it on purpose and u found out about it-ditch them, u deserve better that that”. Also, she’s a crybaby, but hates showing strong emotions like crying in public, cause it makes her feel weak.

 She tells “failing is okay” to smbd mostly to absorb it herself, she will try to comfort them with the words she would like to hear. But it’s only if she cares for you, otherwise you can jump off a roof and she’ll be like “do a flip”. 

Even though she seeks attention, she’s an introvert and she needs to “recharge” every once in a while to avoid being overwhelmed. Otherwise she’ll be a real buzzkill.

Totally infodumps boys about serial killers and true crime stuff, Raph and Leo ARE DEFINATELY CONCERNED. 

Greets u with “Supies~” and it irritates Don-Don (that does too)  because it’s not a real word

She hates dancing, because she hates embarrassment. But somehow Donnie takes it personally and insists on dancing lessons from him ofc. She says yes just to get him out of her hair ,but he takes it seriously. Somehow, it’s fun with him, even though very awkward at first. 

eyesight isn’t that great, wears special lenses to be less sensitive to light

learns spanish 

sings when she’s nervous

has slight anger issues

[theturtlesandtheircolors]

The Story So Far... Part 1 of 2

Okay party turtles, listen up! Before we can progress with the planned storyline for TTATC, I want to make sure everyone is caught up on the previous arc, "Loss, Love and Alien Invasion." Here's a summarized version of the major plot points for this arc.

Divided into two parts because Tumblr is weak and won't let me post it together.

Auditions will be opened tomorrow for new characters! Those will be announced on each blog as well!

Leo struggles with self worth after the invasion. Noticing that the Foot Clan is up to something nefarious, the brothers investigate and manage to stop them from robbing a bank.

Donnie and Leo see the money in the back, and being the little shits that they are, decide to steal it.

Leo goes out on his own for patrols and begins to notice that he's being followed. Taking care in the next time that they go out, Leo goes with Mikey to watch out for him, only for the two of them to be attacked by a group of bounty hunters.

The fam discovers that the Foot Clan placed a bounty on their heads after Donnie and Leo took their money. Some research on Donnie and Leo's part reveals the bounty hunters to be a group of Kaikishi warriors from Neo Edo, a city of yokai similar to the Hidden City of New York within Japan. These bounty hunters are Chizu, Gen, Ktisune, and brothers Miyamoto and Yuichi Usagi.

The brothers agree that leaving the lair is risky for the time being, and turn to help from the one person they know with connections to the Hidden City; Big Mama, in hopes that she can help them get rid of the bounty. Leo of course doesn't trust this, but agrees with his team. This turns out to be a terrible decision when Big Mama betrays them, capturing all the brothers except for Leo. She sends her masked assistant after him, and Leo takes to hiding in the vents.

While doing so, he discovers that the Usagi brothers are also staying in the hotel, and follows them to learn more information. He doesn't get very far before he has to choose between vent spiders or jumping them. This doesn't go well as he is soon discovered by the masked assistant, and is forced to fight the three of them at once, resulting in Leo very injured as well as the discovery that the assistant is a Turtle, who looks exactly like him. Leo frees his brothers, and they investigate the assistant, discovering she is their long lost sister Draxum had assumed dead.

They scheme to get her back, but Leo decides to clear his head by going out for a run. Leo encounters Miyamoto, who looks to talk instead of fight.

Miyamoto accuses Leo of being a dishonorable ninja, but questions him on why he went back to his team when he could have escaped. Leo's loyalty catches Miyamoto off guard, and Miyamoto slowly begins to gain respect for him as a fellow leader. The two agree to a friendly spar, when they are interrupted by Yuichi, Miyamoto's younger brother. Yuichi thinks Leo is attacking Miyamoto, but his brother convinces him otherwise and the three part ways for the time being.

There's another excursion to the hotel, but not for a fight - rather because the brothers believe their sister should know the truth about where she's from. It seems she doesn't care, and attacks them, especially Leo, breaking his arm and sending them away. They take refuge in the lair to recover.

Later, the others go out for dinner with April, Cassandra and Casey, while Leo stays home to rest. This turns out to be a mistake when Leo is attacked by four out of five of the bounty hunters, Miyamoto noticeably missing.

Unfortunately, Leo is captured and taken to Big Mama, who plans to collect his bounty. The family goes to help Leo escape, only to realize Leo had managed to talk their sister into helping him - not only that, they are aided by Miyamoto himself, who believes that the turtles aren't really the bad guys here thanks to Leo's explanation.

They are discovered, and their sister is forced to abandon Big Mama for her true family. The sister takes the name Venus De Milo as she helps the fam take Leo home, where she meets her father for the first time. She claims to not want to stick around for long, and the turtles accept this.

Leo and Donnie take advantage of their new twin sister by indoctrinating her into pranks, Mikey helps her cook, and Raph helps her meditate.

Leo begins to realize they haven't heard from the Foot Clan in a long time, and starts to investigate what they're up to, believing they placed the bounty on everyone's heads as a distraction.

Things are tense but peaceful until Miyamoto arrives, with news that his brother has been captured. Big Mama believes Yuichi was the one to assist in Leo's escape, and Miyamoto and his friends need help to free him before he's forced into the battle nexus. The brothers all refuse, except for Leo, who knows exactly what Miyamoto is going through.

Leo disobeys orders and portals himself, Miyamoto and their friends to the dungeon Yuichi is kept in, much to the other rabbits obvious chagrin. Leo tries to stay out of the ensuing fight due to his injuries, but ultimately can't help it and is forced to defend himself. One of Big Mama's goons lands a nasty hit to his head, knocking him unconscious and sending Miyamoto into a rage.

The Neo Edo crew bring Leo home, and express an apology for their actions. Splinter allows them to temporarily stay in the lair until they can find a way home. Yuichi and Leo are not happy with the arrangement, but everyone agrees to a truce for the time being.

After some recovery time, Donnie decides to take everyone out to a rave, including the Neo Edo crew. During the rave, Leo, Miyamoto and Yuichi take refuge in the bathroom from all the noise, with Miyamoto parting early to get away from Leo and Yuichi bickering. One thing leads to another, and eventually the two begin to kiss. Donnie walks in and Raph nearly catches them, before they both escape to the Turtle Tank. Leo unfortunately realizes his feelings for Yuichi during this time, only to be shot down as Yuichi asks him to pretend that the events of the night never occurred.

Donnie and Venus both learn of this, with Donnie comforting Leo and Venus punching Yuichi in the face the next day.

Leo figures out why the Foot Clan were distracting them; they'd been planning a heist to free Sister Kraang from government detainment. He and the brothers intercept them, only to realize that she's already been freed. During the attack, she attaches herself to Leo's arm, but gets thrown off by Casey. Afterwards, Miyamoto and Yuichi help Leo patch up his arm, and Yuichi officially apologizes for his actions.

Leo and Casey have a family night together, with Casey revealing some concerns he has to Leo about the Kraang. They both admit that they fear they really stopped the future, and decide to investigate the technodrome wreckage in the city.

In doing so, they discover it is not as uninhabited as once thought, with a face hugger thing attacking Leo, and the entire group being attacked by a giant Kraang monster. Once it sees Leo, it tries to cocoon him, and he begins to hear voices whispering about, "host," and, "prime."Yuichi and Miyamoto arrive on the scene and free Leo. They finish the fight, with Leo warning them not to get any of the Kraang ooze on or in them.

[the-alien-raccoon]

List of fandoms I'm in/enjoy (I don't support the creators of some of these)

(Seperate post to avoid clutter on my intro post)

Alfreds playhouse

Angels of death

Animal crossing

Baldis basics

Batim

Bee and puppycat

Bluey

Bojack horseman

Camp camp

Cuphead

Carebears

Creepypasta

Danganronpa

Ddlc

Dead end paranormal park

Detroit become human

Dhmis

ENA

Encanto

faith: the unholy trinity

fnaf

Future diary

Hazbin Hotel

Helltaker

Helluva boss

Inside job

Madoka magica

Metal family

Mkdm

Mlp

Paswgb

Pokemon

Sally face

Sanrio

Shimoneta

South Park

Spooky month

Smile for me

Stanley parable

Steven universe

Svtfoe

Tattletail

The Mandela catalogue

The owl house

The Walton files

Undertale/deltarune

vocaloid

Warrior cats

Yan sim

Yb game

Yokai watch

[kitsumidori]

🎐 About

🌸 Kitsu/Ki

🌸 Mid 20's

🌸 Female (she/her) ♀️

🌸 Asexual, Biromantic 🏳️‍🌈

🌸 Autistic ♾️

Ask box is open

While I am open to art-trades, I'm more comfortable doing it with close mutuals

💌 Fandom's

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🌷- Borderlands 🔫🌵🎰

🌷- Pokemon 🌱🔥💧⚡

🌷- Left 4 Dead 🧟🔦💊😷

🌷- My Little Pony 🦄🐴🪽

🌷- Animal Crossing 🍃🏝️🎈

🌷- Sam & Max 🐶🩷🐰

🌷- Yokai Watch 👻👺⌚🐱

🪤 Minor🪤

🌷- TF2 🥪🦝🚬💣

🌷- Code Lyoko 🖥️😇🐱⚔️🪭

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🌷- Saint Row ⚜️💜💰

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❌- Pro Shippers (Child/Adult, Incest Ships, etc)

❌- Bigots/Racist, Anti BLM, Anti ACAB

❌- MAPs/Pedophile

❌- Homophobic/Transphobic/Exclusionist/Terfs

❌- Zoophile

❌- Neo Nazis

❌- Zionist's

❌- Aeblst

❌- Fujoshi's

❌- N/F/T Bro's

❌- Bakugou stans/BKDK stans

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❌- NSFW Focused Blogs

❌- Ppl who overly sexualized asexual characters

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[halloweennut]

Break Up Blues

this has been sitting on my drive since August and I only just finished it. Oops. Anyway, post finale, Jitterbug leaving the Hotel and Big Mama. 

Breaking up with Big Mama and leaving the Nexxus Hotel had been one of the hardest things in Jitterbug’s life. But she had been done with the lies, the manipulation, the disregard for life...the fact that Big Mama was still in love with Lou Jitsu and the fact she was so alright with endangering so many lives. Jitterbug sang her last song and left, glaring at Big Mama as she did. It wasn’t until she was halfway downtown did she see the hotel crash. Her gut sank...but she knew everyone she was friends with would be okay. At least...Jitterbug hoped. Repo fortunately hadn’t been caught in the orb, being out of the city on a job, and was there when she knocked on the door to his trailer.  

“Have any room for a fly?” she asked. It was then and only then that tears sprung to her eyes, and Repo was quick to pull her in. 

“Aw fancywings, what happened?” he asked, carefully pushing her down onto a chair. “Who do I have to repo?” 

She told him everything, and made Repo promise not to do anything yet, not unless Big Mama tried anything. 

“At the very least,” Repo said. “You’re staying here until you’re back on your wings, got it? Once you’re all better, you can look into getting a job in the Hidden City or something.”

Jitterbug roughly wiped her cheek and faintly smiled. “Thank you, Repo.”

“Don’t mention. And don’t worry about rent, fancywings,” Repo said, reaching over for the phone receiver. “I own the place and I’m running off grid. City ain’t getting my money. You good with Italian? I don’t have enough groceries for two.”

“That’s perfect.” 

-

Two weeks later, there was another knock at Repo’s door. Repo rolled his eyes, and placed the shop paperwork down and walked over, opening the door. “This is private property and the shop’s closed. Beat it.”

“Rude!” Hypno said. The rest of their little league was with him. 

“Oh shit, sorry guys,” Repo said. “Uh, come in I guess?”

“Thanks mate,” Meatsweats replied, entering with the others. “I suppose you’re wondering why we’re here.”

“Well, yeah,” Repo shrugged. “You guys don’t exactly come over for tea and crumpets.”

“Considering the events a few weeks ago, we all decided that perhaps we should all get together more often,” Hypno explained. “You know, brotherly companionship, not knowing when we may be forced to fight death sports, that all.”

“Exactly!” Warren said. Repo hadn’t even noticed him, despite him being on Hypno’s shoulder. “Hypno almost died!”

“So did I!” 

“So did my brother!” 

Warren only shrugged. “I’m more concerned with him.”

“So what? You guys just came over to hang out in my house?” Repo asked. “If you haven’t noticed, it's a little cramped. And where’s Todd?”

“Todd wasn’t available,” Hypno replied. “And no, we actually were thinking something along the lines of-”

“Guys night!” Ben and Carl exclaimed, snapping their claws for emphasis. 

“And by guys night, we go out, raise some cain,” Meatsweats continued. “Eat, drink, be merry, steal and maim!”

“Come’on, Repo! What do you say?” Hypno asked. Repo shook his head.

“I don’t normally do that brand of skullduggery,” he replied. “Besides, I have a guest over, and I ain’t about to leave her alone.”

“Her?” Meatsweats raised a brow. “I hope we weren’t interrupting anything.”

“What?!” Repo sputtered. “No! She’s in a rough spot right now, and I’m doing her a solid.”

“Who are you even friends with besides us?” Warren asked incredulously. The answer came in the form of Jitterbug appearing, wordlessly walking by them to the fridge. She looked like hell in oversized pajamas and a pair of large headphones as she grabbed a carton of ice cream from the freezer, and high kicked the door closed before disappearing again. “Was that-”

“Yes.”

“Isn’t she in a relationship with the spider woman who kidnapped my Hypno and the rest of these people?”

“Was,” Repo explained. “Broke up with Big Mama because of everything and quit the Hotel. Y’know, before it got demolished.”

“Damn. At least she has good taste in ice cream,” Meatsweats nodded, much to the glare of everyone in the room. “What? It is sad about the situation, but she has taste that I can respect.” 

“She’s barely left the trailer save for that, other than job hunting in the mystic city,” Repo replied. “But the whole thing was a personal blow.” 

“Poor bug,” Ben said. 

“Why don’t we take her along with us?” Hypno said. “Gives all of us a night on the town, avoids the skullduggery you don’t usually do, and gets her to have some fun.” 

Repo considered it. It would be nice to take a break, and Jitterbug definitely needed a night out. “Sure, why not. But only minor, minor crime. ‘Ey Jitters!”

Jitterbug peeked out from the bedroom she had gone into, eyes going wide at the sight of everyone she had just avoided. “Oh! Yes?”

“Come’on fancywings, we’re all going for a night on the town,” Repo said. 

“I don’t know, Repo,” she looked unsure of herself. “I’m not sure-”

Jitterbug yelped as her hands were grabbed, pulling her out into the main room. “Hey! Don’t tug a girl around!”

“Sorry love, but we insist you join us all,” Meatsweats said. “Besides, you’ll class this little party up.” 

“It’ll be fun! We’ll paint the town red and all that,” Hypno encouraged, pulling a ring from his jacket and extending it. He held it over her head and dropped it. As it fell to the floor, Jitterbug found herself dolled up in one of her nicer dresses for going out, hair neat and make-up in order.  “What do you say? You’re already dressed for it.”

“No pressure, Jitterbug,” Repo said. “But it might be more fun than eating ice cream and calling romantic leads liars.” 

“Well...I am dressed for it. Hell, why not!” Jitterbug smiled. There was a group cheer as the group walked in the night, ready to take on the town. 

“So where first? High speed chase downtown? Breaking and entering? Maybe getting into that glitzy place uptown?” The Shell Brothers listed in tandem.

“Le Chateau Mure?” Meatsweats said. “Impossible. It takes months in advance to get in, and we don’t all have cloaking brooches.” 

“Oh, they’re mutant and yokai friendly,” Jitterbug said nonchalantly. “Big Mama and I...we used to go a lot.” 

“Then maybe we should-” Repo started, but Jitterbug continued.

“But they do know my face, and I doubt they would know about the breakup…,” Jitterbug said with a smirk. “This can be my severance package from the Hotel.”

“Oh that’s devilish,” Hypno said. “Let’s do it.” 

Jitterbug was right of course - the maitre d’ recognized her and showed the group to one of the nicest tables amongst the high standing yokai. It was by far the swankiest place Repo had been in besides the former Hotel Nexxus. A waiter dropped off a complimentary bottle of champagne, and Meatsweats took over pouring glasses for them. “Cheers everyone!”

“Cheers!”

Jitterbug sipped her glass, leaning back into the plush velvet of her seat, laughing along as her cohort for the night told stories and caught up on everything they’d miss since they all had last been together. It felt...normal after a few weeks of absolute chaos, and Jitterbug loved it. The champagne was refilled and an extra bottle - or two, or three - were stolen from the bar on their way out, heading towards another hotspot for the group. They walked or drove through New York, passing their pilfered bottles around save for the Meatsweats - alcohol didn’t have much effect on him anymore, and he was the one driving. With each new stop and block driven, Jitterbug felt herself grow lighter. 

“Are all your nights out like this?” she laughed at one point after a run-in with the turtles. They narrowly avoided a brawl with a promise to do something lowkey for a bit. 

“This is the first one,” Warren said. “So I think it’s a pretty good idea of how the rest will be, especially if you can get us into the Mur.”

“I think that might be the last time,” Jitterbug replied. “They’ll all find out soon enough about me and...her, so unless they hire me, I don’t think I’ll be able to get us back in.”

“There are worse places to work,” Hypno said, taking the last champagne bottle from the Shell Brothers. “Besides, that place has ambiance, and far better suited for your talents than the Hotel!”

“You’ve seen my shows?”

“A few, but Repo told us about them,” he replied. “Said you have a very nice voice and are good at dancing. You were being wasted working for that spider.”

“I suppose…,” Jitterbug said softly. 

“Speaking of singing, and since we have to be lowkey,” Ben started to say.

“Why not karaoke? They have a few joints around here and Long Island!” Carl finished. 

“We’re sticking to Manhattan,” Meatsweats said. “I am not wasting my time on the L.I.E.. And I agree to that!”

“You, karaoke?” Repo said. “That sounds a bit wild.”

“I’ll have you know I can sing! Back in my culinary school days, I was in an underground punk band and I was lead!” the former chef bragged. “Now we definitely must go, if only to show you all up!” 

The cashier at the karaoke bar barely batted an eye at them, only taking their payment and handing them the room key. “Bar and kitchen menu are next to the door, bathrooms down the hall.”

“Ah, New York, what a town,” Repo shrugged as they settled in their room. “No one really gives a shit, huh?”

“I cried in Port Authority once,” Carl said. “Literally no one looked at me.” 

“I stepped over a dead rat without blinking,” Warren added. “You know, back when I had legs.”

“I’m a giant pig who runs a food truck,” Meatsweats added, scrolling through the song list. “No doubt, most people in the city have seen weirder.”

“I know I have,” Jitterbug replied. “So Meatsweats, what song are you singing for us this evening?”

“Just wait and see,” he said, pressing a number into the keypad and hitting enter. A loud guitar riff began blaring from the monitor. “Watch and learn.” 

-

By the end of the night, not only had they all learned that Meatsweats could sing, but Jitterbug felt the lightest she had in a very long time. 

           "We have to do this again," Jitterbug happily proclaimed. "I haven't had this much fun in forever!"

           "Agreed," Hypno replied. "Next month sound good everyone?"

            There was a cheer around the van in agreement, even from Repo. Truthfully, he had only been part way into the festivities. He was more concerned about Jitterbug and how she fared. She wasn't a villain like they were, and leaving the Hotel had hurt her more than she let on. But yet, this was the most he had seen her be herself in weeks. A little night of mischief and minor crime and karaoke. 

"And you were worried they would be too much," Jitterbug laughed once they got home. "That was nice."

"Eh, they're an okay lot," Repo smirked. "I don't know about you, but I'm hitting the sack, fancywings. See ya' in the morning."

"Heh, night Bugboy." 

The next morning, Jitterbug was surprised to see two messages on her phone. One from Warren about doing brunch at some point as “us bug mutants have to stick together and all that” which she happily responded with a “yes.” The other was a voicemail from Le Chateau Mure: they had recently, as in the past twelve hours, discovered her real situation with the Hotel Nexxus and Big Mama. But instead of forcing the bill at her, there was instead a job offer for their lounge. 

She had never been so quick to say yes. Her first night singing a few days later had her little mutated cohort in the front row seats on a legitimate claim. She felt her brightest under their lights, happily singing and dancing with a few band members, some of which had followed her once they heard the news. Jitterbug felt herself for the first time in a long time. Not Anais, not the Jitterbug of the Hotel Nexxus on Big Mama’s arm and payroll, just Jitterbug. And she was happy. 

It didn’t take long for Big Mama to hear about Jitterbug’s new venue, and once she had healed enough to walk in on her own feet, secured her reservation. Not her usual table at Mur, no, but one in the back, out of sight from the stage and other patrons. No one was to serve her or offer her anything at the table until Jitterbug had finished her set. As soon as she bowed, all glitter, gold and song, Big Mama slipped away from the table. The bouncers parted from her with a glare, and she wove her way backstage until she came to Jitterbug’s dressing room. 

There was no pause in her hand as she knocked, once again hearing the bug’s voice ring out an allowance for entry. Big Mama opened the door as Jitterbug turned with a grin, and time paused for a moment. Jitterbug stood, her arms crossing over her middle. “I see you’re better now.”

“I see you have a new stagelly,” Big Mama replied. “You certainly owned it.” 

“That’s my job.” 

Silence fell. 

“Why are you here, Big Mama? Going to buy the place and start terrorizing New York for money?”

“Pfft, please. We both saw how that turned out,” Big Mama scoffed. “I lost my hotel and was hospitalized. Not to mention-”

“Not to mention Lou Jitsu almost got killed because of it,” 

“Bugaboo-”

Jitterbug held up a hand to stop her. “I’m not your bugaboo anymore. I can deal with you still having feelings for Lou. Hell, if you had spoken to me about it, I would have been fine with it. It’s Lou Jitsu. I had a crush on him and I barely swing that way. But it was the fact that you hid that from me. Hid how you treated him. How we never officially made anything...official, for us. And then everything that you did to the city…”

She pressed a hand to her forehead. “I can’t do that. Not anymore. I prefer this life now. Don’t get me wrong. I had fun. You gave me a start fresh out of my mutation. But that’s over now.”

“Then I suppose I have really nothing to discuss,” Big Mama replied. 

“I suppose not,” Jitterbug agreed. “I’m...I’m glad you’re better. I hope you enjoyed the show.”

She received no response. Big Mama had left as quickly as she came. Jitterbug decided that it was for the best not to draw anything out further. And yet, she still wore the silver dress she had received, all that time ago after her first show, glittering and proud, for the next set of the night.

[bpro-cardstories]

Goshi Kaneshiro SR

2019 ー Dangerous Chef [危険な料理人]

“If you want to eat it so badly, it’s fine if you make it yourself. If it’s deep-frying potatoes and white fish, anyone can do it.”

『Event: Hotel Royal Classics (22nd - 29th January 2020)』

Part 1

ーIn THRIVE’s apartment.ー

Yuta: ‘Ahaha, Kenken’s actor spirit is amazing!! To run like that without caring for your bangs. Isn’t that the first time!?’

Kento: ‘Yuta, how persistent. How many times did you watch the same scene now.’ 

Yuta: ‘It’s because I’m moved by it! Come on, Gochin, watch as well~.’

Goshi: ‘Be quiet…. I’m reading the documents right now. Don’t talk to me.’

Yuta: ‘Ah, Gochin appeared! Yep, here he glares at Momochin~….. He eats the potato!!’

Goshi: ‘You…. How much are you watching…..’

Yuta: ‘I get hungry every time I watch this scene. How did you call that again? It wasn’t fried potato…..’ 

Goshi: ‘...... Fish-and-chips.’

Yuta: ‘Yep, that,  fish-and-ships! It’s a speciality from England, isn’t it? Who cooked the meals that appeared in the drama?’

Goshi: ‘It was the owner of a British pub. It was a well-established one near the studio….. Everything was delicious but the fish-and-chips were exceptional.’

Yuta (shocked): ‘Eh~, how nice!! Did Kenken eat it, too?’

Kento: ‘No, because I didn’t appear in that scene. Didn’t Momo eat it?’

Goshi: ‘Yeah, he burned his tongue when he put it in his mouth.’

Yuta: ‘Poor him…..! But fried potatoes, huh~ Uuh, I want to eat them…..’

Goshi: ‘......Stop that. Or even I want them.’ 

Yuta: ‘Oh, then shall we go!? Shall we!?’

Goshi: ‘Is there a British pub around here? Anyways….. It’s a pub, it’s doubtful if we just go in and out.’ 

Yuta: ‘Eh~.......’

Kento: ‘If you want to eat it so badly, it’s fine if you make it yourself. If it’s deep-frying potatoes and white fish, anyone can do it.’ 

Goshi: ‘Are you an idiot? It’s a mistake to say anyone can do it. If you say it’s that easy, try making it.’ 

Kento: ‘Aah, no, it’s fine.’ 

Goshi (surprised): ‘See, as I thought….. Ha?’ 

Part 2

Kazuna: ‘ーーSo with this the ingredients are complete?’

Kento: ‘Yeah, thanks. You came all the way here to bring them.’ 

Kazuna: ‘Don’t worry. I’m glad we had the necessary ingredients at our room. But…... It’s rare for Kento to cook, right?’

Goshi: ‘Oi, Aizome. You really feel like doing it?’

Kento: ‘That’s what I intend? Junk food isn’t bad from time to time.’ 

Goshi: ‘That’s a lie….. Did you hit your head?’ 

Kento: ‘I’m different from Goshi, my thinking is flexible. Even if you usually pay attention to food, sometimes you may want to eat carbohydrates and lipids. I want to be a man who can respond quickly to the requests of those girls.’ 

Goshi: ‘...... Girls?’ 

Yuta (shocked): ‘Eh~! Then, this practice is for the girls? You aren’t making it for us!?’

Kento (sighs): ‘As if it’s that. Why should I cook for you two.’

Goshi: ‘Hah, I thought that this would be the case. If not then it would have been creepy.’ 

Kento (nervous laughing): ‘Haha, to say it like that.’ 

Kento: ‘Alright, I found a recipe on the Internet…. At first, we cut the ingredients.’ 

Kazuna: ‘Since I’m already here, should I help? If it turns out well, I will make some for MooNs, too.’

Kento: ‘No, that’s no problem.’ _____

Goshi (worried): ‘......Oi. Aizome, isn’t your knife handling dangerous?’ 

Kento: ‘Where should that be. Isn’t this normal.’

Goshi: Duuh!? It feels like cutting off your fingers!? Your left hand should be like a cat’s paw!’ 

Yuta: ‘He’s right! Roll tightly and it’s a cat’s paw, meow. ♪’

Kazuna: ‘Hmー the coating, however, will the amount be alright?’ 

Kento (smiles): ‘If I measure it, it won’t be a problem, right.’ 

Goshi (sighs): ‘Masunaga….. He spilled the wheat flour earlier. I wonder if he really measured it?’ 

Kazuna: ‘Ahaha, I could see it….. Yeah, I think it’s fine.’ 

Goshi: ‘I wonder…..’ 

Kento (annoyed): ‘Haa, you sure are noisy. In the first place, why does a guy who can’t cook butt in.’ 

Goshi (angry): Your level of clumsiness is different!! What if there are dead people.’ 

Kazuna: ‘It’s not that grave I think, but….. Ah.’ 

Goshi: ‘That’s dangerous! Geez, enough, give me the knife.’ 

Yuta (worried): ‘Hey, the oil’s super crackling here, will that be fine?’ 

Goshi: ‘Daaah, Aizome! When did you turn on the fire!?’

Part 3

ーAfter an intense cooking session.ー

Goshi: ‘Oi….. What’s this brown lump.’ 

Kento: ‘Isn’t it obvious, fish-and-chips?’ 

Goshi: ‘Where’s it obvious! It’s oily and sticky!’ 

Kazuna: ‘It seems that that overly thick coating sucked in a lot of oil…..’ 

Yuta: ‘U-Uhyaa….. It looks like a muddy youkai*…..’

Yuta: ‘G-Gochin, try eating it.’ 

Goshi: ‘What? Why me…. It all started because you said you wanted to eat it……’ 

Yuta: ‘But I don’t know its authentic taste! I can’t properly appreciate both of your efforts!!’

Goshi (sighs): ‘Tch, saying something so careless….. Geez.’ 

Goshi: ‘It can’t be helped….. I’ll eat it.’ 

Kento (smiles): ‘Here, be my guest.’ 

Goshi: ‘........’

Goshi: ‘Guh.........!’

Yuta: ‘That was an unexpected sound just now……? That reaction, could it be….. That it’s surprisingly goodーー’

Goshi: ‘As if!! It’s….. I never ate something like that before…..’

Kento (sighs): ‘Haa…… You’re exaggerating, Goshi. I did it according to the recipe, so it can’t be that badーー’ 

Kento (took a bite): ‘...... Uwah. Nope.’ 

Kazuna: ‘Hm……. It looks simple, but it’s surprisingly difficult.’ 

Kento: ‘Did it turn out this poor…..?’ 

Yuta: ‘Uuh…… Is it so terrible? I wonder if I can eat it……’ 

Goshi: ‘Haa……. You don’t need to eat it. Hand over the plate.’ 

Kazuna (surprised): ‘Eh…… Goshi, you’re still eating?’

Goshi: ‘It started because I was the one who gave in to Aizome’s talk. I’ll take responsibility.’

Goshi: ‘It’s no good to put more salt on….. Maybe.’ 

Kento: ‘Stop that. Why are you showing your chivalry.’ 

Goshi: ‘Shut it, the ingredients will go to waste. Besides…… You pretty much put in your biggest efforts making this.’  

Kento (surprised): ‘What……’ 

Kazuna (smiles): ‘Goshi……’ 

Yuta (happy): ‘Gochin……!’

Goshi: ‘......Ueeh.’ 

Yuta: ‘Gochiーn!?’

Kazuna: ‘T-Throwing up? Are you fine?’ 

Goshi: ‘I’m not throwing up…… Everything….. Oeeh.’ 

Kento: ‘No, this is enough……! Quickly, spit it out.’ 

Yuta: ‘Gyaaah~! Gochin, take off your hands from the fish~!!!’

END ______________

*Yokai: Yōkai are a class of supernatural monsters, spirits, and demons in Japanese folklore.

[crayonpac]

Is your callout true? I saw it on my dash

Yes and no.

I was 16 when the callout was written, so, a minor and it was also three goddamn years ago. I was also undiagnosed with a number of things, being heavily physically, emotionally and sexually abused and unmedicated. I've changed now and have gotten help since then, at least I hope I have.

(I'm going to call the OP 'Goku' to hide their identity for their sake, since neither of us want to think about the other anymore.)

I'm at Goku through the infamous vent app when I was 15 or 16 years old. I just got out of a very abusive relationship with my actual abuser (who was a grown woman) and quickly became friends with them through kinnie shit and a mutual liking of Yokai Watch. We were really close and became queerplatonic partners which we probably should have been because they were in their twenties and I was a minor but we became them anyways.

Due to trauma I used to have a problem where I compulsively lie about certain things, because if I didn't lie my mother would beat me occasionally to the point of nearly killing me or just happened on more than one occasion which Goku had heard, amongst other friends that we shared the time. This was also around the time I'm at my abuser, the one I most frequently talked about on here on Twitter and in my abuser tag.

I told Goku whatever went on between my mother and this abuser and I guess I lied here and there that I forgot to keep up with. I also have dissociative identity disorder so between me and my headmates things would often get mixed up. I will admit that I did hurt Goku during the course of our relationship, in ways he didn't deserve and I definitely manipulated him without knowing it.

Eventually we stopped being friends and I couldn't handle it. One of my alters couldn't handle it. We became so disgustingly dependent on Goku that we didn't know what to do and thought we would die without him so I did everything in our power to bring him back into being our friend. This included the comment on the 8tracks playlist where I guilt tripped him, and getting a friend (who ig fucked off tumblr years ago? I don't know where they are) to convince him I was dead.

That was not okay in the slightest. I don't know what compelled us to think that was okay.

That doesn't make stalking people okay though, and after this is posted I'm going back to a hospital to make sure I get better.

I hope if Goku ever does see this he knows I'm sorry for abusing him, genuinely. He didn't deserve that and I should of just let him go.

Now for the lies the blog tells.

I really shouldn't have to say this, but I don't engage in bestiality that was a rumor started by my rapist when he manipulated one of my headmates for our tumblr password and sent random, disgusting messages to certain people. All of which he knew I knew IRL, or were going to move in with me. I've never had sex with my dog. Nor should I have to say that, christ.

About the pedophilia stuff from my old NSFW blog: I was 12-15 when all that was posted! The cookie run stuff on there was photoshopped, and at that time no character ages were confirmed (which doesn't excuse shit) but I thought (because I was groomed from a very young age) that posting nsfw of minors was okay because I was a minor. It's not. The blog's been deleted since I turned 17.

The fanfiction: any fanfiction that was posted to my Archive of Our Own account that involves bestiality are underage was written was underage to being groomed by an older woman. To my knowledge she's in jail now for what you did to me and several other children but that doesn't make what I wrote okay in the slightest. It will be taken down as soon as possible if I can remember the email that was used to create the account.

Sexual Assault: the one asked who spoke about me sexually assaulting them is a liar, and this isn't me trying to clear my ass either. It happened in a hotel room with another person where he forced me have sex with him with and an older woman for money. I was underage while he was not. The woman was much older than the two of us. I'll answer any questions about this off anon because I don't want my followers reading about a child getting raped.

There we have it. My inbox will be open all night.

Edit: Apparently the woman who assaulted me was trans! Sorry!!

[thegoldendoorknob]

Whoops some oc musiclist for ghost nerds

Ghirahim

Mementos

Long Way

Rivers In The Desert

Hollow Bastion

Subcon Time Rift

Dusk Falls

Mad Monster Mansion (Organ)

Grunty’s Furnace Fun

Gruntilda

Sinful Rose

Maritsu Evil Academy

Creepy Steeple

Doopliss (Battle)

Count Bleck’s Plan

Charming Magician

Pay One’s Debts

The Sorrow Revives

Misplaced Revenge (Hustle For Pride)

LKS - Je Te Veux

Odd March

Mystic Mansion

Hang Castle

Create Ghost House (World)

Hotel Delfino

Drawcia

Flandre

Ansem

Round 3

Cipher Admin

Double Trouble

The World Of The Dead

Cabanela

Spirit Of The Night

A Phantom And A Rose

Gashadokuro

Bonetrousle

Spooky Scary Skeletons

Yokai Watch Boss

Rickroll

Katamaritaino

Gladion

Rigor Mortis Rag

[thatishogwash]

Welcome to Hotel Karasuno!

13 Days of HQ Halloween pt2

October 1 - Witches AO3

October 2 - Witches pt2 AO3

October 4 - Demons AO3

October 9 - Monsters AO3

October 10 - Costumes AO3

October 13 - Haunted Houses AO3

October 15 - Ghosts AO3

October 16 - Wewolves AO3

October 17 - Ghoul/Monsters AO3

October 24 - Vampire Hunters AO3

October 25 - Superheros AO3

October 26 - Zombies AO3

There’s a hotel hidden deep in the mountains of Japan's countryside, far from any path and buried in a thick, overgrown forest.  Humans who come near it get a deep sense of foreboding, slinking back away from the area where the light never quite reaches and invisible eyes watch their every move.  A primal instinct kicks in for mundane humans when they step too close to the area that houses the old, oddly medieval looking castle that looks as if one light wind might knock the whole thing over.

“Hello!  Welcome to Hotel Karasuno, how can I be of service?”  A chipper voice rings out in the large and lavish lobby.  Kenma turns towards the front desk, keeping his hood up though monsters and creatures alike wander about without fear of discovery.  Kenma lets Tetsurou handle the chipper front desk girl, she’s a tiny thing with little clips in her golden hair that look like twinkling stars in an every twisting galaxy.

“Hello sweetheart,” Kenma can tell Tetsurou is trying to be disarming but he towers over most people and especially over the little human-looking girl who blanches and leans back as Tetsurou flashes a sharp toothed smirk.  “Checking in for Nekoma, party of six.”

“O-of course!”  The girl chirps, fingers trembling as he grabs a large and dusty book to flip a couple pages.  Morisuke appears by Tetsurou’s side, jamming an elbow into the sensitive area below his ribs.

“Please forgive him, he’s a bit feral.”  Morisuke bit off the last word, shoving Tetsurou away from the front desk before removing his hood.  His light brown ears were pressed flat against his head in a clear sign of irritation.

“It’s n-no problem a-at all!”  The girl audibly swallows.

Kenma glances around the lobby, pitying the young girl and wondering who in their right mind would have put her on check-in duty.  Hotel Karasuno was a place of safety for monsters and while their were strict rules for those who stayed there, most tended to be even more terrifying than Tetsurou.  Even if the young receptionist was a witch, though Kenma felt no power from her at all, she was too close to a human to not be messed with by various guests.

“Do you need help Yachi?”  Even Kenma who had no interest in such things could tell that the glasses wearing woman who walked up behind the desk in a hotel uniform was beautiful.  Half her face was consumed by painful looking, barely healed burn marks while the other half remained pale and perfectly smooth.

“Oh Shimizu!”  The young girl, Yachi, looked relieved as she made space so the older woman could look through the book.

“Here it is.”  Shimizu wrote something down in the book with a long, feathered quill.  “Kinoshita, Ennoshita, Narita?  Could you take the guests bags and show them to their rooms.”  Three men all around the same height and wearing the hotel uniform peeled away from the shadows to take the keys from Shimizu.  Tetsurou declined having his bag taken but Kenma gladly handed is own over.

The hotel was much the same as the last time Kenma had visited.  Time was meaningless to a Yokai like him who would continue to live until all nine of his lives were taken.  Considering he was still on his first one and he was several hundreds of years old in human terms, he thought it’d be a while yet.  Still, he thought it was probably close to a decade since he last visited which would mean the same family should still own the hotel.

“Are the Hinata’s still in house?”  Kenma asked, earning a surprised look from his companions.  Mostly Kenma kept to himself around strangers but one of the hotel bell boys, the one with the sleepy eyes, turned back with a small smile.

“The young miss just graduated high school so the masters took her on a trip abroad to celebrate.”  He explained as they made their way up a grand staircase and then another.  Considering Nekoma were cat yokai they always asked for the highest rooms available.  Kenma did not appreciate the extra walking after the long trek to the hotel, but he did like the location of the rooms.  “So the young master is looking after the hotel while they are away.”

“Shouyou is the acting owner?”  Kenma asked, causing surprise from the hotel workers.

“Yes he is, he’ll be in the salon later tonight.”  The tallest of the three said.  “If you wish to speak to him.”

Kenma had met Hinata Shouyou the last time he stayed at the hotel.  Kenma was fond of his clan but sometimes they pressed in on him too much, especially with the younger yokai who couldn’t fully control themselves or their growing power yet.  He had needed a quiet retrieve and Nekomata had suggested Hotel Karasuno.  The Hinata family line had only come into ownership of the hotel a hundred or so years prior, before that it was a long line of Ukai’s who took care of it.  Little Hinata Shouyou had only been a child when Kenma had seen him, easily excitable and full of untapped power and loud enthusiasm.  Kenma had enjoyed his company quite a lot, had spent the majority of his time in his preferred small cat form, following the boy around on his various adventures through the hotel.  Guarding him from those guests who thought a human seeming boy would make a tasty snack.

The Hinata’s were powerful necromancers.  Most, human or monster, had an aversion to those who could control the dead.  Even in a society of nightmare creatures and those who lived on the edge of society, necromancers were not widely accepted.  Even so, the hotel was one of the few safe places for monsters and creatures and magic users alike so most feigned ignorance and the Hinata’s never flaunted their abilities.

Kenma distinctly remembered that during his last visit the staff had been made up of puppets.  Vaguely human looking dolls with porcelain faces and blank, unseeing eyes that obeyed orders and requests without feeling or emotion.

Tetsurou was given the first room and he walked past the sleepy eyed bellhop before stiffening, the pupils in his eyes becoming mere slits.  Nobuyuki and Morisuke were both being shown to their own rooms so they failed to notice Tetsurou’s reaction.

“Is the room to your liking?”  The plain looking man asked Tetsurou, who snapped out of whatever headspace he had been in and smiled, with sharp teeth, to the worker.

“Yes.”  Tetsurou said.  The sleepy eyed man then walked Kenma to his own room, using an ancient looking brass key to open the door, which despite it’s age swung open without a single squeak or groan.  The hotel employee put down Kenma’s bag before turning to Kenma to ask the same question he had of Tetsurou.

“Yes, thank you.”  Kenma said softly, moving past the man who was showing himself out but then Kenma caught a whiff of him and found himself stiffening, tensing and turning to watch him limp out and close the door quietly behind him.

Kenma’s sense of smell, like the rest of his clans, was heightened.  The bellhop might look perfectly human but he had the sickenly sweet scent of death and magic twisting around him, holding him together when all other senses and logic say he should be dead and long gone.

There were several different creatures who smelled of death, though each carried a different perfume from the others.  There were vampires, ghouls, wraiths, ghosts, or poltergeist.  Many others Kenma had personally met and some he had only heard about in stories and rumors.  But the smell Kenma had breathed in was one he would never forget because it was the scent of a zombie.

Zombies were taboo even amongst monsters like himself.  Tetsurou was a couple hundred years older than Kenma and even he had a negative reaction to the scent of a zombie, though Kenma knew Tetsurou’s own past was as checkered as they come.  Yet there was something unsettling about zombies, the undead creatures that necromancers raised and controlled.

Kenma had met a zombie before, it must have been several decades ago, perhaps closer to a century.  The necromancer had been old and twisted, the dark magic around him had made Kenma want to cover his nose and stand several feet away from him.  The creature that dragged itself after the necromancer had probably been quite beautiful in life, but death robbed most creatures of beauty and grace.  All humanity had been stripped from it, two deep coals of burning hatred had burned in the empty eye sockets and Kenma had felt it’s desperate need to break free of the chains the  necromancer had wrapped around it.  The zombie had only wanted to cause destruction, it was a creature that wished nothing else than to spread death around like a plague.  The only thing keeping the creature controlled was the necromancer who had treated it like a belonging.

Tetsurou came into Kenma’s room without knocking and sniffed the air before his amber colored eyes looked around.

“I haven’t met the Hinata’s, how about we go say hello to the young owner?”  Tetsurou asked with a sharp toothed smile that did nothing to hide the viciousness Tetsurou usually kept tight under wraps.  Kenma felt a wave of protective instinct hit him but before he could hide that, Tetsurou was raising an eyebrow in question.  “Kitten, it seems as if the entire staff has been replaced by zombies.  The boy you once knew might not be the man he is today.”

Kenma couldn’t imagine the shining little boy being anything but sweet and energetic, even as an adult.  He wasn’t used to being wrong about people.  Once upon a time there were those who had warned him to stay away from Tetsurou, the bakeneko had been a scourge on humankind for centuries.  Yet now he was happily living amongst other yokai, he hadn’t eaten a single human in many years.

“They aren’t like the zombie I remember.”  Morisuke spoke up, he must have also smelled what they were.

“Is that what that smells was?”  Taketora asked, nose scrunching up as if remembering the smell.

“Yes, and if the entire staff are zombies than it is a rather remarkable feat that the owner can control all of them.”  Nobuyuki stated, which was true enough.  Most necromancers spent the majority of their lifetime preparing to raise and control just one zombie, but it looked as if they had already met five.  Kenma had noticed that Yachi’s arm had been a different size and color the rest of her body, he had noted it but hadn’t thought much.  It must not be her arm at all.

They walked to the salon together, Nobuyuki switching over to sign language to explain to Taketora and Shouhei, who had never met a zombie before, what they were supposed to be and how odd the behavior of the ones they had met.  There were old myths that told a necromancer could control any dead, no matter what they were but from what Kenma understood they could only control corpses.  Whatever they pulled from the ether to pilot those undead was no more human than Kenma himself was.  Yet the zombies that worked at the hotel, or at least the ones they had met seemed to still have all or most of their humanity still intact.  They exhibited their own personalities, they moved and talked differently from each other.  Everything pointed at them not being zombies but Kenma’s nose had never been wrong before.

None of them were used to being that thrown off.  Kenma could tell it bothered the older yokai much more than it did the younger ones.  Nobuyuki, Morisuke, and Tetsurou had all travelled the world during their long lives.  Each one had more than three tails, meaning they had lived and died three separate deaths.  It was notoriously hard to kill one of their kind with just one tail, let alone more.  It meant they had all seen and experienced most of what the world had to offer and were not used to being on shaky ground.

A man wearing the uniform of the hotel staff came out a door, he looked perfectly human and handsome in a rather plain way but then his eyes landed on Tetsurou and he tensed.  Tetsurou had been talking to Morisuke, or more like trying to get a rise out of the shorter yokai, when he most likely felt someone's eyes on him.  He turned in time to catch a glimpse of the hotel staff right before the man turned and strode back down the hall he had come from.

Tetsurou’s eyes widened, in the blink of an eye he was standing at the turn to the hall the man had disappeared down.  Kenma came up behind him but the hallway was empty, just more hotel rooms lining the walls.

“Kuro?”  Kenma asked cautiously, stopping Tetsurou from going down the hall and possibly searching other guests room.

“I thought-” Tetsurou took a deep breath, holding it in and most likely mentally going through the scents he had collected.  “Nevermind, it’s impossible.”  Tetsurou shooed them all down the hall before they could question him further.  They all knew when Tetsurou was hiding something and it was unlikely any of them, even Kenma, would get him to open up before he was ready.

The salon was practically the last place Kenma would ever willingly go.  It was the place to get food, for those who ate it, or drinks and socialize.  Kenma would much rather eat up in the safety of his room, but he wanted to see Shouyou and he couldn’t help but be curious as to what was going on with the hotel staff.  So he pulled his hood over his face a little more, hiding in the shadows it provided, and allowed his clan to shift until they were on all sides of him.

They sat on a recently vacated sofa, an old looking thing that looked like it was from India but it was well taken care of.  They had only sat a few moments before another hotel staff dodged around various hotel guests in the salon to stand by them.  He looked rather young with a wealth of freckles on his face and his long dark hair pulled back into a half ponytail.  His face and what could be seen of his hands and neck looked like he was stitched back together after being cut into pieces.

“Hello, I hope you’re enjoying your stay at the hotel, may I start you off with any drinks?”  The boy delivered the line as if he had practiced it in the mirror every morning.  They  all ordered simple drinks.  “I’ll be right out with those, if you need anything else my name is Yamaguchi.”  He bowed politely, only stuttering once on his own name before he turned and walked away.

“Pardon me, I’m so sorry.”  A man with hair more silver than gray apologized as the long and thin pole he was using to walk knocked into someone’s chair.  Kenma felt his own nose scrunch up at the sight of the group of angels, the yokai had purposefully sat as far away from them as they could.  The hotel had strict rules about violence on hotel grounds, but the angels always believed they were above rules.

Kenma thought there might be violence in the salon as the haughty angel that everyone knew as Oikawa Tooru turned with a sneer planted on his too beautiful face.  He looked up at the man wearing the same uniform as all the hotel staff, fitted black trousers, shiny black shoes, an orange vest over a black button down shirt.  The staff was blind, the white wrap around his eyes making that clear to anyone.  Despite his silver hair, the rest of his body pointed to him being only in his thirties.

As with everything else, there were different kinds of angels.  The ones occupying the salon were guardians, basically warrior angels who killed first and asked questions later.  They were keeping human-like appearance now because their angelic forms tended to melt the skin off of people's faces.  There were four of them in the salon, which meant they could easily decimate the hotel with little to no effort put into it.

“Suga!”  Tooru’s face slipped into a beaming smile, hand reaching out to catch the staffs hand but he moved at the last moment, making way for another guest to walk behind him.

“Sir Oikawa, how are you this day?  Or is it night now?”  That staffer, Suga, asked with a singular sweet smile that had all four of the angels leaning towards him as if he were the angelic creature and not them.

“Your drinks.”  Yamaguchi returned, placing the drinks on the low table and only managed to spill a few drops of a couple.  Kenma then heard a familiar voice and his head snapped up, looking in the direction of the salon doors.

Hinata Shouyou hadn’t changed much.  Sometimes Kenma was surprised how different humans grew up.  Shouyou looked like he would always be on the shorter side, though he was now only slightly smaller than Kenma but had filled out without looking too bulky for his slight frame.  His orange hair was as wild as ever, though it was kept a little shorter and it looked like he at least learned to run a comb through it.  His eyes were still wide, his smile even wider.  He certainly didn’t look like someone who would raise a hoard of zombies.

“Shouyou.”  Kenma found himself calling out, hand raising halfway.  Shouyou zeroed in on him, head tilting before a blinding smile lit up his face and he was running over, nearly knocking right into Yamaguchi who held out a quick hand to catch him.

“Thanks ‘dashi!”  Shouyou said quickly.  “Kenma I almost didn’t recognize you.”  Shouyou motioned to his hood, which Kenma pushed back a little.

“Ah, so you’re the acting owner.”  Tetsurou said, a world of knowledge put into that simple sentence.  Shouyou looked over at Tetsurou, shifting slightly.  The younger Shouyou that Kenma remembered would have shrunken back and hidden behind someone's legs at Tetsurou’s predatory smirk, but this older version only paused for a moment before his smile came back.  Not as blinding as before and a little hesitant, but professional all the same while not backing down.

“Yes, I’m sorry that was rude of me.  My name is Hinata Shouyou, I hope you enjoy your stay with us.  If there’s anything you need please don’t be afraid to ask.”  Shouyou glanced at Kenma at the end of that sentence, his smile becoming a little warmer around the edges.  It was the wrong thing to say to a bunch of tricky yokai though.

“Actually there is one thing.”  Tetsurou practically purred but then his mouth fell open as a man appeared from behind Shouyou, hand coming out to rest on Shouyou’s shoulder.  Shouyou looked up in surprise before another bright smile crossed his face.

“Hello Sawamura!”  Shouyou greeted the older man cheerfully.  He was the worker they had seen in the hall who had disappeared, the one Tetsurou had nearly torn the hall apart looking for.

“Please don’t forget to circulate the room, many of the guests have come here specifically to talk to you.”  The one called Sawamura said, his voice deep and low, soothing even to Kenma who didn’t feel relaxed in the presence of strangers.  Shouyou shot Kenma a sad look before straightening up and nodding.

“Of course, thank you Sawamura.”  He bowed quickly before circulating around the room.  Tetsurou’s eyes stayed on Sawamura, the rest of the yokai at the table stayed silent as they watched the interaction with rapt attention.  That was cat yokai, lazy but they loved gossip.

Sawamura turned before pulling something out that he was hiding behind his back.  He placed a saucer with milk on it in front of Tetsurou before giving him a smile that was more a baring of teeth than anything else.  From his bent over angle Kenma could see a line that wrapped around the entire length of Sawamura’s thick neck, held together by stitches.

They all eyed the saucer of milk and then Sawamura’s less than friendly smile.  Kenma tried to see the deep hunger and hatred that had burned so brightly in the first zombie he had met, but though anger had harshened the lines of Sawamura’s face his brown orbs revealed nothing more.  Sawamura straightened.

“For you.”  Sawamura said to Tetsurou.  They all looked down at the milk as it began to smoke and then curdle, twisting in on itself as if it was alive and letting out violent bouts of hisses.  Kenma looked at his oldest friend and watched as a slow smirk overtook his features, a mischievous look of pure joy that only spelled trouble.  Sawamura turned on his heel and strode away but Tetsurou was already up and striding after him.

“He’s going to get us kicked out, isn’t he?”  Morisuke asked no one in particular.  “I thought he stayed away from humans?”  From everything Kenma knew, he thought the same way.  Tetsurou thought very little of humankind in general but it hadn’t been a predator sighting his prey when Tetsurou looked at Sawamura, more like a kitten finding a playmate.

“Hey hey hey!”  Kenma flinched at that loud greeting as Tetsurou was cut off from chasing after Sawamura.

“Escape before he notices you, we’ll cover.”  Nobuyuki whispered to Kenma, who gave a short nod and let his magic fold over himself.  Kenma had many forms but his preferred one was the shape of a smallish calico colored cat.  He slipped underneath the sofa and out of the salon all together, escaping out a patio door into the cool night air.

“I don’t like the way that cat was looking at Daichi!”  Kenma laid flat on his stomach underneath a bush, peering out into the darkness to see the blind, silver haired man talking to a taller bald man.

“Perhaps you should help out Asahi in the kitchen.”  It was phrased like a suggestion but Kenma heard the underlying order in it.  The bald man deflated, head bowing and Suga rubbed the top with a smile.  “Daichi is more than capable of handling himself, he could have avoided the yokai if he had wanted to but he purposefully antagonized him.”  Suga’s head tilted to the side before his head turned towards Kenma.  It should have been impossible for the man to know Kenma was there at all, Kenma sensed no magic from him but yet he felt as if Suga knew.

“Suga?”  The bald headed man asked hesitantly.

“Go help Asahi, the owls showed up without reservations so I’m sure Yachi is panicking.  I’m going to go see if I can smooth things over for her.”  They split ways, Suga using the long cane to feel his way but he stopped in front of the bush Kenma was hidden under.  “Hinata likes to sit in the middle of the rose maze after he talks to everyone in the salon.”  Then Suga continued on, trailing behind the sweet smell of death behind him.

Kenma trotted on light paws to the rose maze.  It had been where he had met Shouyou for the first time.  The boy had gotten lost and he had been on the verge of tears when Kenma rubbed up against his legs, in his cat form of course.

It was easy for Kenma to find the middle of the maze.  It was beautifully kept as always, the ground soft beneath him and the smell of roses curling nicely around him as he hopped up onto one of the stone benches that surrounded the marble fountain.  During the day the carved figurine was of a beautiful woman with a flowing dress.  Under the stairs and moon and shifted into a heavily cloaked figure with a curved scimitar that a large crow that looked ready to burst into flight stood on.

Kenma dozed lightly, picking up the sound of footsteps well before they came near him.  They were heavier than he remembered but there was also a skipping quality about them that was all too familiar.  He turned to face Shouyou, who was greeting the fountain as if it were an alive thing before his head turned and he caught sight of Kenma.

“Kenma!”  Shouyou sat next to Kenma on the bench, close but not encroaching on Kenma’s space.  Kenma butted his head against Shouyou’s hand, allowing the other to pet him.  “It’s been so long since I saw you.”  It had seemed recent to Kenma, but time passed by differently for yokai.

“I suppose it has.”  Kenma admitted.  “Shouyou, can I ask about your staff?”  Shouyou’s hand stilled in Kenma’s fur and he thought for a moment his old friend would deny him.

“There’s a pamphlet in each room that explains it, but it’s really just the basics.”  Shouyou stretched out his legs.  He wore the same uniform as the rest of the staff though he had a black jacket over his shirt and vest.  “Some panic when they realize what the staff is but they don’t need to.  I don’t like the term zombie, but I guess that’s what they are?”

“They are yours?”  Kenma had an inkling that he was right about this and Shouyou’s nod only confirmed that.  “Perhaps starting from the beginning would help.”  Shouyou frowned, not in an upset way but in a way that showed he was thinking before he nodded.

“Okay, so it actually happened a couple years after I had met you…”

Shouyou curled up behind the crypt, trying to keep his sobbing silent because he could still hear the other teenagers running around looking for him.  His arm throbbed where he had been cut, he could feel the thick and warm blood soaking into his sweater and trailing down his face.  The first time they had hit him he had been shocked but it had only gotten worse as the year dragged on.

Shouyou was a necromancer and his parents had warned him that his powers would make others uncomfortable.  He had always whined what powers.  He couldn’t make things float with his mind, he couldn’t breath fire or command the wind, he couldn’t shapeshift or blink from one place to another.  He could raise the dead but that took years of intense studying, rare ingredients, and the perfect conditions.  Plus Shouyou had no interest in keeping a creature that had once been a human but now was a mindless thing that only wanted to hurt and bleed others.

The Hinata’s had warned their enthusiastic son, tried to convince him to continue his education at home.  But Shouyou was convinced he could make friends.  He might have a cool power but he was friendly and he liked meeting new people.

The kids at Shouyou’s new school didn’t care about any of that.  His parents had told him that people would be afraid of him but his peers only seemed to hate him.  At first it was just excluding him from everything, then it evolved into teasing and name calling, and a month ago it escalated into someone shoving him down onto the ground.  His palms had scraped against the hard ground but he was still convinced he could change their minds.  Then the torture really started and only seemed to get worse everyday.

They had never made him bleed that much but it seemed to cause a frenzy in them.  They wanted Shouyou gone and they weren’t afraid that everyone knew it.  After all, humans were so easily hurt.  Shouyou had even heard them making plans about how Shouyou had ended up dead.

There were a lot of unmarked graves in that cemetery, Shouyou could feel them all around him.  He heard them coming closer and he crawled on his hands and knees away, knowing he was leaving a trail of blood and tears in his wake but not knowing what else to do.

Shouyou wished for one friend, just a single friend who was bigger and stronger than them.  Someone who was faster than everyone else, who wouldn’t cringe away from their harsh words.  Someone who understood what he was going through, who didn’t care that he wasn’t that powerful or smart, that would make him better.

Shouyou continued to crawl away, changing his mind.  He wanted someone mean looking who would scare them away but would care about him, who would take care of him.

Someone every respected- no, feared.

Someone big and terrifying, but kind.

No, forget kindness, he wanted someone who was as nasty as his peers, who would sneer and snicker and snap out harsh words that would make them run home crying.

Gods, Shouyou just wanted a single friend, he didn’t care if they were as small and easily nervous like he was.

“I found him!”  Someone shouted and Shouyou tried to push to his feet and run away but he only managed to slam into another body who shoved him back.  Shouyou curled into a ball, trying to protect his head but a clawed hand grabbed his already injured arm, yanking him back and causing him to cry out in pain.

Please please please, someone help.  Anyone!  Please!

Something was building up inside of Shouyou as he was pushed and name called, cursed at and spat on.  Someone kicked him and his fingers curled into the soft earth.

Natsu, his younger sister, and he always came out to the cemetery and played a game they thought was fun.  They would sit on top of a grave, fingers pressed into the dirt and tell the other everything they could about the corpse beneath.  The older they got, the more details they gained.  The cause of death was always easy.  Names and personalities, when and where they grew up took concentration.

Shouyou’s fingers pressed into the dirt, his blood mixing in it with.  It shifted beneath him and suddenly fingers were curling around his and his classmates were stumbling back, shouting in alarm as the ground fell beneath them.

An arm broke from the ground, pulling itself up until a head was eye level with Shouyou’s.  Blank, glassy eyes stared into Shouyou’s before slowly regaining their color.  The body of a teen probably around Shouyou’s own age pulled itself free of the ground, stumbling to his knees and let out a groaning moan that tore through the night, answered moans coming from around them as more hands popped from the dirt like demented daisies.

“He summoned zombies!”  One of his classmates shouted, horrified.

“He’s going to kill us all!”  Another yelled.  They pulled at each other, trampling each other to get away.  Some fell into the graves, screaming and screaming as more undead crawled onto the earth.

Shouyou couldn’t move, couldn’t scream or do anything but stare in wide-eyed terror.  He couldn’t have done this.  It wasn’t possible!  The ritual to raise the undead was extensive.  It required things like a handmade pewter jar, spelled to keep blood ever-fresh and filled to the brim of the necromancers own blood.  It needed a full blood moon, a freshly unburied body that could only be a day old at the most, twelve flight feathers given freely from twelve different crows, and more things than Shouyou knew about.

The zombie who still had a hold of Shouyou’s hand let other another long groan but this one sounded like something more.  They did it again and it almost sounded like a word.

“Dumbass.”  The zombie said slowly, stiff jaw working hard at the word.  Shouyou eyes went wide and he promptly passed out.

“He called you what?”  Kenma asked in surprise, now back to his more human seeming form as he sat beside Shouyou.  Shouyou’s legs were crossed on the bench, facing Kenma as he let out an angry sound to the heavens.

“Dumbass!”  Shouyou shouted before quickly looking around as if someone was going to scold him.  He then sighed and rolled the tension out of his shoulders.  “That’s Kageyama, he was the first one I technically awoke, that’s what I call it because it’s not really what other necromancers do?  But I woke up and they were all around me, looking a lot more dead than they do now mind you.  Sawamura’s head wasn’t even on.”  Shouyou looked nauseous at that thought.

“And now they work here?”  Kenma asked in confusion.  He thought of asking the names of the classmates who had tortured Shouyou so badly that latent and primal powers had gathered inside him, releasing into the ground to pull up dead creatures to protect him.  Kenma had never killed anyone before, but he knew many others who weren’t so opposed to the idea.

“Not at first.”  Shouyou rubbed his bright hair.  “There was a lot of screaming, from me mostly.  But Suga got me to calm down enough to explain what happened.  I tried to put them back, I did but since I didn’t know how I awoke them in the first place, I certainly had no idea how to un-awoke them.  So I snuck them into the hotel but Natsu soon found out.  She was still little at the time and she promised not to say anything but when our mom asked where she had been all day she said she had been playing with the zombies in the dungeon.”

“Your parents probably handled that well.”  Kenma smiled at that thought.

“Mom cried and dad considered burning the whole place down and moving to Alaska.”  Shouyou admitted with a rueful smile.  “But they weren’t like other zombies, they can talk and move about by themselves.  They don’t crave human flesh, or flesh of any kind.  They remember who they were when they were alive too.  When my parents calmed down they helped but them all back together, we had to get some spare parts for a few of them but they look pretty good now, right?”

“I didn’t know what they were until I was close and then I could smell it.”  Kenma admitted.  “Your parents couldn’t put them back?”

“Other necromancers can’t undo another’s work.”  Shouyou looked down at his hands.  “Mom said the only way to get rid of a zombie is to destroy it completely but after knowing them none of us could do that.”  Kenma knew what it was like to get attached to those around you, he had formed the same attachments with his clan.

“I’m sorry that you were treated so badly.”  Kenma said but Shouyou grinned in response.

“I’m not.”  Shouyou shrugged at Kenma’s disbelieve.  “If they hadn’t done what they did to me then I wouldn’t have my friends, my extended family.  Anyways after they got done wetting themselves in terror they never bothered me again plus Sawamura went and had a talk with them and he’s terrifying when he wants to be.”  Kenma thought of the man who had brought the poisoned milk to a yokai talked about in hushed, fear filled whispers.

“And they are okay with all of this?”  Kenma motioned to the hotel behind them.  Most creatures did not appreciate being bonded into a life of servitude.

“Yeah!  They aren’t slaves Kenma.”  Shouyou said with clear disgust.  “They pick what they want to do, they get paid for it too.  The ones who have died recently can’t travel around here but they can go outside of Japan if they wanted to.  Dad said none of them mind being brought back because they all died really young.  Sawamura’s the oldest but he was killed before he was even 35.”  Kenma’s memory flashed to the stitched line across Sawamura’s throat.

“That’s-” Kenma looked over at Shouyou, who looked anxious as he fidgeted in his seat.  “Amazing, Shouyou.  Not that they all died young but the fact that you raised them and even managed to keep their personalities and memories intact.”  Kenma was over three hundred years old and he had never heard of such a thing.  Shouyou beamed at Kenma.

“I’m so glad you came.”  Shouyou admitted honestly, without a hint of deception.  Kenma smiled back and ducked his head.

“Me too.”  Kenma agreed easily.  He mostly didn’t like noisy and crowded places filled with easily excitable people but he thought it might be interesting, staying here at the hotel with the likes of Shouyou and his crew of zombies.

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Record of Grancrest War (Last: 2): Theo's party was dragged into a battle with Dmitri, which they won after erasing most of his power with the Holy Grail. Then he ended the Chaos, married Siluca, and became ruler of Sistina/local vineyard owner.

Full Metal Panic! Invisible Victory (Last: 6): The de Danaan's survivors schemed to dredge up Amalgam in San Francisco but failed to capture the local exec. Sousuke, meanwhile, is lying on a hospital bed, mostly dead and hopefully not about to be shot.

Lupin III Part V (Last: 7): The gang split up to track down a woman with a valuable necklace. Goemon found himself burning through wads of cash protecting her, only to discover that the necklace was a fake and his expenses exceeded his budget for the mission.

GeGeGe no Kitaro (Last: 5): Ratman teamed up with a yokai that turned people into diamonds before eating their souls, but once the diamond cartel started bringing in literal boatloads of poor people for him to eat, he needed Kitaro to save his ass.

LoGH: Die Neue These (Last: 8): Despite correctly suspecting that the Empire's plan was to blunt their invasion by attacking their supply chain, Yang and his allies failed to argue for a tactical retreat, giving Reinhard time to launch his assault.

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