#yokai watch before the storm

[strange0-0storm]

YOKAI WATCH POST FR⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ AFTER MONTHS💥💥💥💥

Ah yes adding a NEW yokai for Kaleb too encounter frfr

THIS IS THE SILLY CLOWN YOKAI SILLI-SQUIRM

He is a C rank yokai and he has an Ice attribute AND HES PART OF THE CHARMING TRIBE‼️‼️‼️

Him and Komasan are besties fr

[fishsticksloser]

If it's alright - And if it's not then i understand if you're going to delete this - to request about Rise! Future! Leonardo x Rabbit yokai!fem!Reader? (NSFW S3x), where Leonardo and reader get into roleplaying as cowboy Shierff and an outlaw female criminal. Leonardo is the dominating one while reader is the submit side.

And yes it would involve things like; ropes tying, rough S3x, Leonardo getting to cowboy accent (?)

/ 🐔 Anon reader /

If You Can't Be Good, Be Bad With Me

f!Leo x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut with a tiny plot, p in v, rough sex, light bondage (handcuffs), ear and tail pulling, spanking, slight Sir kink, Leo has a country accent, Leo calls you a good/bad girl (sue me...), rabbit yo'kai!reader, FAKE guns, swearing, enemies to lovers if you squint really really hard

A/N: I've spent like 2 months writing this because I was just sitting there looking at it and going "wtf do I do?" But here you are, so sorry for the wait. I actually threw out the first draft because I hated it so much... This is a little different than the prompt and I apologize, my brain couldn't do it. :/

"My, my, my... What have we here?" Leonardo's voice was deep, soothing, and with a faint drawl that spoke of Texas. His words were slow and measured, just before he'd bring the hammer down with that thunderous attention. Leo squinted at you, narrowing his gaze before slowly walking towards you. "You look like you're on the wrong side of the law there, doll." Leo stops in front of you, hands on his hips just above his holsters. "What're you doin' on this here land, Miss?"

"Doin' what I can to survive, sheriff." You answer, continuing to stuff your pockets and bag with whatever was in reach. You seemed completely unbothered that the sheriff was standing over and watching you. "Is that a crime?"

"Well yes, it is." Leo responds cooly, his stance loose and relaxed despite you obviously committing a crime. His hands hover over his holsters, his tone becomes more intimidating. "The punishment for those crimes tends to be less uh... agreeable. And yet... I could be lenient with you." Leo's face softens as he looks down at the small, humanoid rabbit. He kneels down to get a better look. "And what exactly is in your pockets, little one? Come now, let's have a look."

You open your bag and empty your pockets. Its not like you were stealing much of anything really. Some bread and not so valuable things like knick knacks and trinkets. Nothing that's really worth anything.

"No guns?" He mutters, eyeing you up and down with a sly, teasing smirk. "That makes things so much sweeter." Leo's eyes twinkle in the sunlight as he stand up. His gaze seems to study every little crevice in your face, taking note of your expressions, trying to figure out everything about you. "You're not from these parts, are ya, darlin'? What's your pretty face doin' so far down south?"

"Got kicked outta town for not marryin' my suitor. Left with nothin'." You repond, repacking your bag and pockets. "Train only took me this far..."

"Not bein' married? Why, now that's a crime against the holy union of man and woman, darlin', 'specially out here." Leo shakes his head placing a hand on his face, feigning disgust. His other hand still rests on his holster. "Can't just leave you out here in this hot dust storm." Leo's eyes flicker up to your face and he grins widely.

"I've got nowhere to go." You say, pleading. "Please just let me go, I'll... I'll go find a place to settle down and be law abiding."

"Well, I'm afraid I can't let that happen, darlin'," Leo responds, his tone slowly becoming slightly more forceful. "The folks 'round these parts say you've done some unsavory and illegal things. I can't just let a law-breaker roam free like that." Leo seems to enjoy your pleas, leaning in more. He leans his body close to yours, whispering close to your ear. "Unless you want to do something for me..."

"And what would that be, sir?" You ask quietly, a shiver running down your spine as his breath fans over your ear. Leo grins as he leans in, his lips inches from your ear.

"You could do all sorts of things for me. It's such a shame for a pretty little thing like you to be caught for crimes you definitely didn't do. But, I'm feeling generous today, and, as the local lawman, I can definitely overlook your sins, darlin'." The corner of his lips curl into a smug grin. "All for a few private favors from you."

"You catch my drift?" He asks, his voice talking on a more predatory tone as his fingers graze down your waist and back. His hot breath caresses down the back of your neck, his eyes burning into your form before glancing back at your own. "Such a delicate, pretty thing..."

"Yes, sir. I understand." You mutter, your ears standing tall and twitching slightly.

"Good girl." He whispers as he leans in close. "And you know if you do well, maybe I could be generous and let you off of that punishment." Leo's voice comes out low and smooth, almost sultry as he leans back just enough to let his fingers stroke along the side of your face. "All you have to do is play nice, understand?"

"Yes, sir." You nod firmly, his eyes seem to study you once more. His fingers slide down and grasp your chin, gently tilting your face upwards as his other hand reaches for your waist.

"Good girl." He says, his eyes burn like hot coals as he bring your face inches from his. "And you know, when I get back to town, I have to write a report. And if I see my girl following through with our little arrangement, I'll make sure they know what a good girl you've been. If you're a good girl. Got it, darlin'?"

Who knew you'd end up here?

"Yes, sir."

"Mm... That's a good girl." Leo whisper as he closes the last few inches between you and him, pushing his lips against yours in a quick but firm kiss. He pulls back slowly before speaking. "You don't mind if I let these hands wander now, do you, darlin'?"

"No, sir." You mumble as he kisses you again, eyes fluttering closed and your hands move to cup the back of his head. Leo grins as he continues to kiss you, his body slightly tilting to get a better grip on you. HIs right hand wraps around your waist and pulls you closer as his left searches through his pocket for something. He fumbles around for a bit more before pulling out a pair of handcuffs.

"Oh, and I almost forgot. Can't be letting my pretty, lawbreaker darlin' roam free... 'specially after getting caught." He chuckles and beings to fasten your arms behind your back with the cuffs. You don't protest, letting him fit the cuffs on your wrist comfortably. "Good girl. Now, I have just the punishment in mind." He says with a smirk, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer. His other hand grips your chin as he kisses your neck softly. "Maybe I could show you what being a good girl for me would get you, darlin'. If you play your cards just right, I might be feeling generous with another reward."

You let out a small whine, basically having no other option and really not in the mood to say no. You give him a small nod and tilt your head to the side to give him better access. His lips meet your neck again, travelling upwards to finally find those sweet, soft lips of yours.

"That's an obedient girl... You know, you're lucky I like good girls. I mean, you could be in big trouble if you had been a bad girl." He whispers, his hands massaging your hips, slowly sliding them upwards. Leo decides that his lips are not the only way of satisfying the desires, sliding his hand under your dress, his fingers running over that soft, silky skin. His eyes are burning with hunger, the heat of the desert finally getting to him. The heat of his breath blowing across your body, breath mingling, your lips coming together in a hungry kiss.

꒦꒷⚔️꒷꒦

Everything's a blur, but you find yourself in the sheriff's station. Leonardo laughs a little at all that nonsense before pulling your head up enough for another kiss. He holds you by the ears, he smacks his hand harder on your ass with your tail twitching with every hit. Your dress bunched up around your waist as you bend over his desk, your legs spread wide apart, offering yourself to him completely.

The desk creaks under both of you, his lips on your neck as he rocks into you, your bodies meeting with a wet slapping sound. You're open for him. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through you, your mouth left hanging open, moans echoing throughout the room.

"Oh yeah, take that, darlin'!" He whispers, his voice thick with a low purr as he grabs on to your hips. "You're my good girl." He moves down to your ear, his lips nuzzling against it.

You moan, standing in your toes so he hits a better angle. You moan loudly as he hits that soft spot inside you. Your legs shake and you ball my fists in the part of your dress you could reach, you arms still cuffed. You feel his hand connect with your ass with a loud smack and you squeak, jolting at the sting. "Good girl," he breathes, his voice low and husky as he rocks into you harder, going a little faster. He bites on the side of your neck before whispering to you ear. "Such a good girl, darlin'.. you'll get it good.." He lets off a low hum to match the pace of his thrusts.

He brings his free hand down to your tail before giving it a light tug, laughing as you squirm and whine. "Aww, such a good, sweet thing," he sighs, his tone low and husky before biting on your neck again. "I love the way you take it so well, darlin'.. you're so good for me, such a sweet darlin'," he whispers to you, pulling you closer so he can kiss the side of your face.

He spanks you hard one final time before moving his hands over to tug on your ears, holding them tightly in his fists as he goes even harder and faster, his hips bucking aggressively to meet your thighs. "Such a good girl!" He whispers, his voice turning low and throaty as his eyes bore into yours. "Take it all, darlin'.. such a good girl!"

"C-Close, sir!" You whimper, tears falling down your cheeks. He tilts your head up to look at him, but makes sure to keep your body against the desk for him. It puts you into an uncomfortable arch.

Leonardo moans loudly, his expression turning more feral with every thrust as he rocks into you. His hips moving as forcefully as he could, he pushes harder and harder like he was trying to drive you through the desk, his free hand still holding onto your ears. Finally, his climax is about to peak and he lets out an, "Ahhhh… such a good girl, darlin'.."

At your releases, Leo lets out a groan and lets his thrusts die down a bit, pressing against your back with his chest as he slowly rocks into you. His face is buried deep into your neck, "Shhh... be a good girl.. be my good girl for me," he whispers to you, his voice low and husky. His free hand is playing with your tail, rubbing it up and down before giving it another tug for good measure and he slowly pulls out. "Such a good girl..." He murmurs, letting go of your ears and giving you a light tap on your ass.

[imagionationstation]

🪤 with Rise Leo!

🪤 -> It’s a trap!

Leo lands on Raph’s carapace, feet propped comfortably and a hand gripping a lip. Raph doesn’t acknowledge his sudden descent, strides even as he accounts for the weight. His smug smile still rests on his face so Leo pulls on his mask tails in rebuke.

“I want a rematch!”

“Why?” Donnie questions dryly. “Raph beat you fair and square.”

“Someone’s a sore loseeeer.” Mikey hums as the chain swings beside him, lighting up the alleyway in a beautiful circular blaze. “Can’t take the loss like a maaaan.”

“I am a turtle!” Leo declares, ignoring the hand that tries to stop him from pulling. “And Raph cheated!”

“I did not.” Raph manages to get his hand on Leo to drag him off. He crosses his arms as he’s lowered to the ground, pouting as he adds, “And you are a sore shell turtle.”

Donnie snickers as Raph pats his head patronizingly.

“I could prove it if Raph would rematch me!” Leo insists, despite knowing that his older brother is no cheater. Mikey makes the gesture and he quickly adds, “I’ll just ask Hueso! He’ll be on my side!”

“When is Hueso ever on your side-“

“Can’t hear you jumping through a wall HUEEESSSOOO-”

He dives through the portal and emerges in a roll, eagerly hopping to his feet. His smile falls as he surveys the area, listening to his brothers pop out beside him. One by one, their laughter and statements all die away. Confirmation that Leo is not seeing things.

Mikey asks, “What happened?”

That is a good question. Leo isn’t sure if he wants an answer.

The restaurant is a mess. No, a mess is an understatement. The restaurant looks like a yokai stampede had stormed through. Tables were flipped, glass was crushed, and most of the candles had been knocked on their sides, darkening the area to a creepy extent. There were no signs of life. No customers, no wait staff, and no mob bosses with a lifelong grudge that could have caused this.

And most importantly, no Hueso crying over the wreckage.

Leo steps forward. Raph whispers, “Leo…”

The hesitation is obvious. He pretends not to hear the word, walking further into the room, careful to avoid the shards under his feet.

His brothers begin spreading out behind him. Raph shoves a table, heading for the kitchen. Some candles roll when Mikey moves a table cloth. Donnie’s goggles glow when Leo glances over at them, scanning the area with brighter vision than any of them have.

Slightly jealous, he presses into the dark, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the low lighting. Nothing. Nada. Zip.

He sets a hand on his hip and lets his eyes trail. He looks up.

His breath catches in his throat.

There’s. Something. A lot of something.

Glowing eyes in multitude across the ceiling, looking at him and his unsuspecting brothers. It’s too dark to tell what they are. None of them have moved yet. They’ve just been watching.

Goosebumps prickle down his arms. Leo lifts his hand at a calculated pace and they don’t react. Slowly. Slowly. Careful.

His hand touches the hilt. Donnie shouts, “IT’S A TRAP!”

That’s all the permission the things need. They dive down from the roof faster than Leo can account for and he doesn’t even get a chance to get a good look before claws have locked into his arms and the back of his skull is slamming the ground.

Pain blurs his vision and steals his cry, locking him down as panic tries to get a hold. Then Mikey screams.

And Leo remembers the sword in his hand.

No time to think, he uses it.

IT DELETED MY FIRST DRAFT. THIS IS MY SECOND. If it’s not very good, that’s why. I can’t decide if I like it or not but I’m peeved about the deletion. So I get no say ✌️ And thank you!!!

[a-writers-blurbs]

Looking for a story...

It's not

Her Destiny

Storm of the Century

Or

The Once & Future Taiyokai

Here's everything I remember about it

Kagome goes back further into the past

(I think) Sesshomaru and Kagome were together before she goes back in the past

He calls her his beloved (super important)

He's a teenager during her stay in the past

Sesshomarus mother & father are big characters in the story & get along well with kagome

She watches his younger self kissing another yokai

It's complete

[echantedtoon]

Let's Summon A Yokai!

Demon Goemon Ishikawa the 13th x reader Oneshot. That's it.

(warning for demon summoning if that makes you uncomfortable. I just made up some stuff for this based off video games where that happened hope that's ok.)

"Let's summon a demon!"

A thunderstorm rolled across the sky that night. The sun was just setting over the horizon with the last few rays of daylight disappearing but it was hard to tell when the dark storm clouds took over the sky and claimed them as their own. Thunder shaking the lanes of the windows and lightning sounded off like an angry whip from whatever deity was angrily stomping around the clouded skies, lighting up the sky and city below for nothing but a brief second.

It would've been absolutely dark if you hadn't lit up a few candles inside the comfy room and placed them on the table to light up the room. The warm light comforting against the scary night sky that just appeared as the last few daylights were chased away. The candlelight was pretty but you might be asking yourself one question. Why are you using candles to light up the room when you can just turn on the light switch on the wall or use a flashlight like a normal person?

Well because it wasn't your idea. It was your friend's.

If it were up to you, your bedroom light would've been on in an instant and you four wouldn't be sitting here in the dark. But as another thunder clap shook the sky outside, her face had scrunched up into a mischievous grin wide enough to let the other three ladies around her know that she had come up with a devious idea. It started when of your friends said that they were bored during the usual sleep over activities and so you suggested watching a scary movie instead!

"How about The Death Book?"

"What's it about?"

"It's about this girl who finds this blank diary and everything she writes in it becomes true! It turns out the diary is possessed by a demon who becomes obsessed with her and grants her wishes with horrible twists!"

That's when your most devious friend gotten that look before hijacking the convo. "I have a better idea! Y/n, you have any candles?"

"Only scented candles. Why?"

"That'll work! Go get them all and we'll do something that's actually thrilling!"

You had no idea what she was talking about but decided to humor her and go get them and matches she asked for. You had a few scented candles collecting up space in your closet, most were Christmas gifts you were just planning on regifting that year anyways since you never really used them. But you were curious about what your friend was up too so you grabbed up all the bars, the different scents making your nose snort, and brought them out to everyone watching you take them out of your closet and plopping them down on your bed. Your friend then proceeded to grab a glass jar containing a 'holiday sugar cookie' scented white candle, lit it, and then got up to turn off the lights and ask you to close the curtains.

Oh! She wanted to do the classic ghost story telling in the dark game! Nope. As soon as you turned around and you along with your other two friends looked at her, the statement left her mouth.

"Let's summon a demon!"

The three of you stared at her and her smile lit up by the scented candle, a nice scent of sugar cookies in the air. The only sounds being the thunder still rumbling outside. Eventually one of you broke the weird silence.

"You mean like...Use a ouija board? That's something everyone does at sleepovers-"

"No! I meant actually summon a demon!," she corrected excitedly clenching a fist!

"Uh..Have you lost your dam mind?"

"Oh come on! We all know that ghosts and stuff don't exist anyways!" She waved a hand dismissively. "We've tried using a ouija board since we were ten but nothing ever happened so why not try taking it up a notch!"

"Because it sounds like a waste of time." You deadpanned raising a brow. "Why go through all the effort to do something when we already KNOW that it's just stupid Hollywood stuff?"

"For the thrill of it!" You three looked at each other. Two of you having bored looks while the third looked worried. "Come on! Just this once! And if nothing happens I'll pay for two pizzas from that pizza place we all like!"

"...Throw in those chicken tenders and a couple sodas and you have a deal," your bored friend bluntly stated.

"DEAL!"

"I don't know.." Your friend that looked worried frowned. "This is how a bunch of horror stories start. What if something really happens?"

"PSH. It won't. If nothing happened when we used a ouija board then we got nothing to worry about!"

"And you just magically happen to know how to summon a demon how?"

"Not just a demon!" Her hand pointed up as she grinned. "A Yokai!"

"A yo-..What?"

"A Yokai! Or oni if you prefer to call it that instead! It's a Japanese spirit!"

"We know what that is! And you happen to know that how?"

"During my culture studies at school I was studying the local folklore and stumbled onto an old legend of the area! They say that a monster used to roam the lands and strike down evil people every until a shrine was put up for him. It's still there now! I visited it during a school trip!" She explained excitedly. "I did an interview with the caretaker for my extra credit report and it turns out his family's descendants of the shrine maidens that used to be there!"

"That's good and all but that still doesn't answer my question."

Your friend groaned loudly and slumped her shoulders with an eye roll. "He said the shrine maidens used to have a symbiotic relationship with the specific oni. They'd perform a ritual once a year on a new moon or full moon to summon him and leave him really good offerings. If he liked it enough he might grant you something in return!"

"And he told you how to summon this thing?"

"Yeah because he didn't believe in it. I don't either since ghosts and goblins only exist in books and movies. But what's the harm? If nothing happens I'm buying everyone food and we can have a good laugh if we do happen to summon something we might get a wish granted! Whaddya say?"

There was more silence from you three until your bored friend sighed and rolled her eyes from where she sat. "Fine I guess. Sounds like a win win situation. And I wouldn't mind getting an A on my next math exam."

You sighed. "Alright. Let's just get this over with."

"That's the spirit! But first thing's first!.. Does anyone know if it's a new or full moon tonight?"

Your nervous friend, who still looked nervous, had to pull out her phone and look it up online. The glow of the screen making her face light up in the dark as the thunder still rang out and the first few raindrops began hitting the roof of your home.

"Full moon b-b-but does it count if the storm is blocking out the sky?"

"He only told me it has to be a full of new moon, not that you had to see the moon. We're also gonna need thirteen white candles to represent the sacred number of his, something red to draw the symbols in, and an offering from each of us that has some kind of connection to our wishes!" Her eyes lit up in excitement. "Let's try it out!"

If it got you free food and your rowdiest friend to be quiet, then you weren't going to complain. So you four got to work. A friend found an extra red lipstick when she dug out her bag and like you said before, you had a bunch of scented candles you weren't using....but that begs the question.

"Does scented candles even count?" You gazed down at two white scented candles with the scents labeled 'fresh morning snow' and 'shortbread blast'.

"He just said that the candles had to be white, not that they couldn't be scented."

"Yeah. But there's another problem. I only have twelve white candles. .." Your eyes looked around the mini candle collection. The others were different colors like the red one that smelt like cinnamon and the purplish-black one labeled 'midnight lilacs'. Eventually you found a glimmer of white in the limited darkness with only your phone to see, and pulled out a candle that was half white half brown labeled 'chocolate and vanilla delight'. "I got a brown and white one. Does that count?"

"We're gonna have to make due with it. Well just put the white half facing the center and maybe that'll help."

Well if that's all you had then you four really were going to have to make due with what you had on hand. One friend helped you cleared up space in your room at least a yard and a half clear, while your devious friend drew red lipstick marks onto your floor and the fourth began placing the candles in a circle around her lighting them up as she went until both stepped away and you four were left looking down at the circle of thirteen candles and three symbols in the center of them. Lightning clashed outside behind the curtains barely lighting up the room but you managed to make out three words written in Japanese kanji in red lipstick.

Goemon. Ishikawa. And Thirteen.

You didn't know what that meant but it was ominous in your eyes. The room smelt far too heavy with the pretty scents of sugar cookies, vanilla, daisies, and a few other scents. It was overwhelming and one of you snorted from it all.

"Dam. It smells like someone spilt the entire isle of Fabreath from Wallace-Market in here." She waved a hand before pinching her nose and turning to her. "So what now?"

"Now we put down an offering related to what we want to wish for? Like if you wanted to wish for a million dollars you put down like some rare collector coins or something! Just look around and see what you got!"

While the others looked through their bags, you mindlessly searched around the room for something meaningless you could just throw meaninglessly into the circle. Your eyes gazed over at your jewelry box...and you shrugged. Why not? You had a pair of thick hooped silver earrings your uncle gave you for your birthday last year. They were even real silver, just cheap copper ones painted to look silver. You never wore them anyways so they'd be perfect for this. You opened up the lid narrowing your eyes into a squint. Despite the light of your phone, it was hard to see in the dark. Your hand moved things around inside the box. Old necklaces and things jingling until you saw them. Ah! There they were! Right next to your great grandparents' wedding rings. Now THOSE were actually worth a lot. Real gold and studded with real diamonds. You inherited them box along with their old jewelry box but that didn't matter right now. You wanted the useless tacky earrings next to them. Even now most of the shiny silver paint had peeled off revealing the cheap copper hoops underneath.

"C'mon Y/n! Hurry up! I want that pizza as soon as possible!"

You looked around mindlessly just reaching in and grabbing two round things into your hand. "Coming!"

"What did you grab?" Her brow rose as you just rolled your eyes.

"Just some old jewelry. What about you?"

She held up an ink stone. Probably got it from her school bag. "I was gonna use it for an art project but since I want an A for my exam and I have to write on the test, it was a good enough match."

"Sounds like a good start."

Your other two friends pulled out a book on rare poetry and a small bag of store bought mochi candy. ...Strange offering but you guessed it was the only thing that they could find. Your friend instructed you all placed the offerings on the strange words in Japanese and stepped back without a second thought to look at them....And you four stood there in your pajamas with nothing but the candles to light up the darkness and the rain still pounding at your rooftop.

Silence other than the storm rang out and you four looked around the room exchanging looks sometimes.

".....Is that it?"

"I told you it was a waste of time! Let's just get some food now. I'm starving!"

"Wait! I forgot about the last important step!" She held up her hands as your mutual grumpy and hungry friend turned to go flip on the light switch. "I need to chant the incantation and then we have to say what we want!"

Her arms folded. "Well get on with it! I'm hungry and this is really not fun!"

"Alright, alright! Let me try to remember what the guy told me!"

She stood there staring at the mess of lit candles and lipstick smeared kanji scrunching her brows in deep thought. You and your grumpy friend exchanged mirrored deadpanned looks before she cleared her throat and held her arms out.

"Full moon on the rise. New moon hides from eyes. Abyss of darkness conquering the skies! We summon, summon him from the ground. To our circle lit and round. Oh one who walks the path of light, we come once more to ask you to chase away evils blight! Come from slumber, to seek out what we offer! Great one of good and lght, we ask for you to once more walk the night!"

Her voice shouted out loud enough that you were sure you'd be getting a complaint from the neighbors tomorrow morning. As she finished her chant, a lightning bolt struck out temporarily lighting up the sky outside as the rain poured out...As you all waited looking around more.

"Would you look at that? Nothing happened again. NOW can we get food?"

"Wait! We didn't say what we wanted yet!," she protested to her, "The wish is a part of the ritual so let's complete it ok?!" Your friend groaned but she quickly excitedly exclaimed. "I wish my mom would finally give me the secrets to famous udon recipe so I can start selling it myself!"

"Um..." You nervous friend cautiously and worriedly looked around the dark room. "C-Can I m-meet my favorite author please? O-Only if that's ok! I'm fine if nothing happens really!"

"Oh what the hell. I want an A on my next exam."

...All three looked at you expectantly. "What?"

"Say something, Y/n."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. What did you put down?"

You shrugged. "Some cheap jewelry I don't want honestly."

"OOOH. Wish for something good then! Oh! Oh! I see you always sitting by yourself! Ask him to get you a boyfriend?," you friend teased making you laugh.

"Really? We summon a Yokai just for me to ask him for a boyfriend? If he was real, he'd probably think I was crazy."

"Well it doesn't have to be a boyfriend. You can ask for a sign of who you're meant to be with." That devious smile returned again. "Y'know that caretaker guy told me a lot of maidens would pay the shrine maidens to do rituals and summon the onis as offered brides in exchange for good fortune for their villages. Why don't you ask him to put a ring on it? You'd be the first person to be get a real life monster boyfriend. All the monster lovers on the Internet would be so jealous."

"Plus you're beautiful," your grumpy friend added also with a teasing grin. "You made home coming and prom queen in highschool!"

You laughed again. "Looks aren't everything." You could barely contain the giggles. You then rolled your eyes sarcastically. "But sure." Your hands clasped together and pressed against your chest as you spoke. "Oh great Oni please hear my pleas for your heart!" Even your nervous friend giggled along now as you dramatically fell to your knees. "Bind our blood in ceremony and let me share your name." A hand outstretched to no one as you fake acted out processing your love to an invisible imaginary person. "Under the stars of the heavens, I solemly swear, that this hand will always be kind and never cruel. That my voice will only speak truth. That this life is now forever yours." The outstretched hand pretended to take the imaginary person's hand. "Now as yours is mine."

A loud snort went off as one of your friends fell back on your bed where she sat giggling out the cheesy lines you were making up on the fly.

"Bind our souls to infinity and I will promise you love and devotion through sickness and health and beyond the realms of death." You continued to speak remembering some lines from a rom com chick flick you saw last night. "I will love you in all your forms now and forever. Through several lifetimes and back." Your voice was low and smooth now speaking it like you meant it with pride. "From now to infinity. Unyielding. Untainted. Undeniable. With this voice I promise you my love and heart. With this offering, I ask you to be mine!" You then bowed your forehead to the floor as everyone continued to giggle loudly.

You all continued to laugh and laugh and laugh as you finally broke into laughs again too and sat back up-

And then all the candles went out at the same time.

Pitch black immediately enveloped the room and at once all laughs ceased. Nothing but silence rang out other than the rain and thunder and occasional strike of lightning. You four stayed silent as you all say there in the dark before your friend became grumpy again.

"Ok. Haha. Very funny, Y/n. Now we can't see shit!"

"That..w-wasnt me," you stuttered out staring at the floor in front of you silently and wide eyed.

"Sure it wasn't. You're literally kneeling in front of them!"

"I don't have the ability to blow out right giant candles at once! Besides some of them were out of my reached! I'd have to crawl over! It wasn't me!"

"Well it's not me! I'm standing up!"

"It wasn't me!" "I'm sitting all the way over here on the bed."

Silence fell Once Again as you all sat there

"....It must've just been a draft! There's no such thing as ghosts and demons! Get the light! I'm tired of this game now!"

Someone was heard stumbling and shuffling around in the dark before you heard hands patting along the wall and then a serious of clicks as someone tried turning on the lights. "It won't turn on!"

"No one panic!" Someone finally turned on the flashlight on their phone and lit up the room. "The storm just cut out the power supply. Let's just get some food and call it a night!"

"Wait! The offerings!"

The light shines towards the middle of the circle. One bag of mochi candy, an ink stone, and a book still laid there. Where was your earrings? You pushed the book aside and froze as you realized that it wasn't a cheap pair of earrings that greeted you..but one beautiful gold ring.

"My great grandmother's ring!" You quickly snatched it up safely into your hands in horror. "I-I must've grabbed them by mistake!" Wait. You remembered feeling two hoops in your hands. "My great grandfather's ring!" Quickly you pushed aside everything else and was horrified to discover that it was gone. "IT'S MISSING!!"

"Calm down. It must've rolled away or someone accidentally kicked it in the dark. It's still around here."

"Yeah. And so is everything else. I CALLED IT! I TOLD you it wasn't gonna work! Now order the food!"

"B-But my ring!"

"It's too dark to look with the power out. Let's just wait until it's day time and then we'll look around. Ok?"

"I-...*sigh* Alright."

"GREAT! Now let's eat. And don't forget the chicken and drinks!"

You went to go stand up-

Creak!

A shriek left your friends and yourself as the floor boards beneath your feet began to shake and quake under your feet. The boards shuttered to life joining the storm's tags as they rattled around everything in your room including all of you. Books and knickknacks fell off shelves and your desk hitting the floors scattering about like it was a full earthquake of in your room. Windows shook and the bedroom door rattled around as one of your friends fell over onto their side hitting the continued moving boards hard. Until all at once it stopped.

And then all the candles lit back up at once.

You blinked at the sudden light. But froze as your eyes were met with feet and sandals. Ever so slowly your terrified eyes looked up. Pupils shrinking as eyes widening at the sight of grey hakama pants and a sharp silver sword glimmering in the light. A red haori coat hung loosely around a thin but muscular frame. And finally  your eyes met a face. A thin lipped line of a mouth met you and black slitted eyes looked down upon you. Shoulder length black hair.hung from his head and two horns protruded from his forehead. The silence carried on as you both still stared as your friends looked on horrified, and then a clawed hand held up a shiny golden band.

"I accept."

"W-Who are you?!"

"I go by many names. My enemies know me as Death. Your people as a god. My family as Goemon Ishikawa the Thirteenth." Those beautiful eyes widened even more, especially when a hand reached out to tilt her chin back up to him, the feeling of his claws making her shiver under his careful grasp. "You as Husband. I have decided that I accept this coupling."

Your hyperventilating lungs breathed- GASPED for air. Lips. Trembled. Body shook. Tears welding up. "I-I.. Can't accept."

"I'm afraid you have no choice but to honor those vows because now-..Not even death will do us part." 

[getouyuri]

ryū!gojo, kitsune!geto, and nekomata!shoko are all friends so when they gather, one comes from the sea, one comes from the forest, and one comes from the heart of japan where the palace lies.

ryū!gojo blabs on and on about his ‘expeditions’. sometimes shipwrecks occur in his waters (some are admittedly his fault— when he’s in a particularly foul mood, the waves churn and the sky splits open with storms— and some he doesn’t bother to get involved with as they happen because humans need to learn their lesson from time to time) and he swims through the wreckage. he shows his longtime friends the various human baubles and trinkets he’s snatched up over the years, crowing about how much he has and how shiny they are like the dragon that he is. he regales them with dramatized tales of people coming to him with offerings and pleas for his help and blessings, which he grants… if sweets are involved, of course. oftentimes he gets lost in spiels about his perfect and pretty kirin lover, how gorgeous and kind and amazing you are until his throat runs dry.

kitsune!geto simply sighs at his friend’s antics before filling them in on his recent happenings. creating wards to discourage humans and the few yokai that don’t follow his way of life nor his ideals, wandering through his forest and watching the yokai at his service bow out of his way, wielding his magic to light the darkness for those that are lost and warm the hearth in his estate. there’s lots to do as the benevolent lord of the forest— ‘too much,’ ryū!gojo murmurs. ‘agreed,’ nekomata!shoko chimes in— so much so that his lovely kitsune lover often accompanies him to lessen his burdens. if he’s a god, then you’re a saint, your kindness extending to all, especially the two tanuki twins in their care, nanako and mimiko.

and when it’s nekomata!shoko’s turn to play catch up, kitsune!geto gives her a close-eyed smile. ‘how’s that empress of yours faring?’ he asks more out of politeness than interest, ryū!gojo grinning airily at his side. ‘perfectly fine and still fit to rule,’ she replies dryly, rolling her eyes and not taking offense to their dislike towards humans— their loss. as the loyal personal apothecary that serves you, time is never wasted. in the dead of night, she reanimates the corpses of the samurai that once served you, sending them off to scour the earth for herbs and giving them purpose once again. she mixes and dispenses medicines, monitors your health, skims your library for books on alchemy, creates perfumes and cools scented wax into candles… the list goes on.

and when all is said and done, ryū!gojo dumps heaps of gifts upon them. ‘til next time!’ he singsongs, elegant robes and human hands giving way to his long scaly ryū form and sharp claws. ryū!gojo takes to the skies, eager to return to the sea, twirling and banking as he goes… show off. kitsune!geto is the next to prepare to depart, giving nekomata!shoko his blessings. in sync, they shift to their respective forms, a large black kokuko kitsune with nine sweeping tails and a small brown keen-eyed cat with twin forked tails. the kitsune rumbles in amusement as the nekomata rubs up against him, purring, until they dart in different directions.

[melkyt]

My favorite peak Lawlu au is

Luffy, who specializes in wilderness rescue and lives on a mountain while Law is in a nearby village as the only doctor for miles, that Luffy brings patients to, and sometimes crashes with during the winter.

Then, put a supernatural mushishi style spin on it.

Luffy, who was abandoned on the mountain as a child for one reason or another, is more at home with the beasts, creatures, and yokai that live there, raised by the spirit of the mountain itself. He knows that world like the back of his own hand.

Law, a man who was born with an incurable disease, has a treatment, but it is impossible to get for a human. He made it last for almost ten years but it is running out. His last guardian gave his life for it. Law knows that it can only be found in the highest peak and higher, in a realm where no human can survive. He decides that he is dying anyway. So there is no reason to not go.

He gathers provisions and sets off. With no hope of finding it, maybe he is just looking for a peaceful place to rest so as not to bother anyone.

Luffy, while tending the mountain senses that the supernatural beings (mushi) inhabiting the mountain are restless. He follows them where they gather at the disturbance. This is how he meets Law, unconscious with a twisted ankle that the mushi are nibbling on, any later, something bigger could come along and eat the injured foot.

Luffy carries Law back to his makeshift home in one of the caves that stretch through the mountain. Luffy is sitting there through the fever, gathering herbs, and taking care of Law, who is a little delirious. Luffy, seeing the paper he is clutching, recognizes the mushi and plant that Law is looking for. He goes and gathers it, leaving it in a satchel

When Law is better, Luffy isn't keen on sticking around and dealing with a human, so he follows the spirit's guidance to Law's home. With a passive-aggressive note telling him to stay off the mountain.

Law when he feels better does not listen to it. He doesn't like being told what to do and wants to thank whoever rescues him.

He constantly gets lost though, as the mountain does not want him to get anywhere near Luffy, because it senses how fascinated Luffy got with Law, and well this boy is its child, and it is protective xd.

Though it doesn't stop Luffy from watching Law wander around at the edges.

It's not until there is a bad storm and Law refuses to turn back and reaches the spot where he first fell, not until he slips on that same spot, forcing Luffy to come out from where he is hiding, so he can stop Law before he falls off a cliff. It's a very tense moment, after which they go back to the cave and talk for the first time.

The rest is history as Luffy introduces Law to the world of the supernatural, and Law introduces Luffy to simple village life xd

[the12thnightproject]

This is my flash exchange gift for @venulus

Character: Mitsuhide (& most of the Azuchi warlords)

Prompt: Cold Hands/Warm Touches

Title: Snow Daze

Word Count: 700

Warnings: None

Even in winter, it rarely snows in Azuchi. Too warm. Too dry. So when an unseasonable cold spell married the gales of Lake Biwa and they birthed a knee-high accumulation of snow, everyone went a little crazy.

Is it a surprise that a suggestion of a snowball fight was met with cheers?

Is it a surprise that Hideyoshi forbade that dangerous activity?

Is it a surprise that his edict was ignored?

Finally, is it a surprise that this minor rebellion was instigated by Mitsuhide? True, nobody could prove he’d fired the first snowball, the one that hit Ranmaru. Had Mitsuhide realized that Ranmaru would immediately seek revenge? Even if he couldn’t predict what would happen next (and let’s be honest… he knew), he must have been aware that there would be snowballs lobbed in retaliation.

The next one hit Keiji.

He’d whooped in appreciation and pitched a Keiji-sized snowball at Masamune…

By the end of the first day of what would go down in history as the Great Fluff Campaign of ’83, everyone in Azuchi had been walloped at least once. Some more often than that. Some (Hideyoshi), after changing clothes three times in one afternoon, gave up on the idea of dryness entirely.

In this midst of these sneak attacks, Mitsuhide mysteriously avoided becoming a victim. It was almost unnatural, a maid remarked to Mai on Day Three of the siege, how he strode through the corridors, hair completely dry, crisp haori fluttering behind him, while everyone else (even Nobunaga) had telltale damp splotches on their clothes. “He must be a yokai! He shapeshifts out of the way as soon as he senses danger. I wonder if he shapeshifts other times, too?”

That… was something that Mai was also curious about, but it was further down on the list after, “can he really read minds?” “why does he tease me so much?” and “what would it be like to kiss-.” Never mind.

By the fifth day, when the storm showed no sign of stopping, she speculated that Mitsuhide was not only a yokai, but also one who could control the weather. What else would explain the fact that no matter how often the snow was trampled into the ground or hurled through the air, it always magically replenished itself overnight?

She might not have confronted him, had it not been for the fact that they lost Mitsunari in the snow for a day (Mitsunari was none the worse for his adventure, and hadn’t realized he was lost, but even Ieyasu had been worried). Determined to put a stop to the madness, she wrapped herself in her warmest cloak, marched over to Mitsuhide’s manor and pounded on the door.

Though she had practiced many speeches on her way over, Mai lost her train of thought when he opened the door, then stood smirking down at her. “Dear me, Mouse. To what do I owe the honor?”

She’d never seen him in his informal kimono before, and the sight of that deep v neck hovering open over his sculpted abs was … don’t go there. When she finally regained her voice, it was only to say, “Stop it.”

“I’m afraid you’ll need to be substantially less cryptic.” He stood aside as she stomped into his manor.

Mai waved her hand in the air. “The snow. Make it stop.”

“I’m flattered that you think it, but I cannot control the weather. Had I that ability, Nobunaga would have already unified Japan twice over.” He set a kettle on the irori. “Tea?”

She felt a bit silly as she watched him prepare tea like a perfectly normal human. Then he handed her a cup, his fingers touching hers. “Wait! Your hand is cold.” She sandwiched his fingers between hers. “You’ve been inside, just made tea, and your hands are cold.”

“My dear if you want to hold my hands, you only need to ask.” He picked up her other hand, and pressed both against his chest. “I am often cold. Would you be interested in warming me with your touch?”

She… was interested.

…

…

…

Later that afternoon, the snow turned to rain.

Everyone complained about the mud.

[baizhoobies]

𝐎𝐧𝐢 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲…?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑

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

A/N: Chapter 3 baybee! A bit of action, a bit of attraction, and usual tsundere shenanigans

Chapter Warnings: violence, swearing, enemies to lovers, Kunikida is dramatic and grumpy as usual, scent kink??

Masterlist

The day was already off to a disastrous start.

Kunikida was pacing furiously in the Armed Detective Agency’s main office, every step was punctuated by an annoyed mutter, his expression a storm cloud of simmering frustration. You stood awkwardly nearby, arms crossed, your own expression equal parts defiant and exhausted. It had been a long day as it was, barely a couple of hours into the spirit realm and you had felt zapped; however, there was work that still needed to be done.

“So, let me get this straight,” you finally spoke, your tone laden with sarcasm. “You’re dragging me out into Yokai-infested woods because you get a magical tummy ache if I’m too far away?”

“It’s not a ‘tummy ache,’” Kunikida snapped, still pacing. “It’s a physical manifestation of the soul-binding contract’s restrictions. The pain is debilitating. It’s serious.”

Dazai lounged on the sofa nearby, watching the scene unfold with undisguised amusement. “It’s cute, really. Like a dog who can’t leave his owner.”

“I am not a dog!” Kunikida barked, then immediately turned to you. “And I wouldn’t have to ‘drag’ you anywhere if you weren’t such a liability!”

What an ass. You think he had called you a ‘liability’ among other words several times over, that if you had a nickel for every time he made a rude comment about you, you’d be able to buy the entire city of Yokohama three times over. You rolled your eyes. “Oh, please. As if I asked for any of this? Oooh yeah this is the time of my life, falling into a world that isn’t my own and binding myself to the spirit realm’s most powerful and amazing Oni. Yeah, this is my idea of fun.”

Kunikida glared at you for a few moments to think up a retort. He had those familiar words in his mind to throw at you, but instead blurting out something just as helpful. “You could at least make an effort to stay out of trouble”

“Oh what a snore, you two,” Ranpo interjected, lazily waving a hand. “Don’t you have a mission to get to? If you don’t stick to Kunikida’s schedule I think he might burst a blood vessel”

“Hm, I don’t know, I quite enjoy watching this lovers quarrel” Dazai adds from the couch, a foxlike smile on his face. Even the pattern of the tattoos on his face make his smile ever more apparent.

“We are not lovers!” The both of you shouted in unison, a deep flush glowing on your cheeks.

Ranpo was correct though, Kunikida checked his watch and lets out a defeated sigh. As much as you had kept him behind schedule, he could at least swallow some pride and try to get it back on track.

-

It wasn’t long before you were deep in the forest, the air thick with the eerie energy of the spirit realm. The winding paths were lined with ancient trees whose twisting branches seemed to whisper secrets in the wind. You had followed closely behind Kunikida, who insisted on keeping you within arm’s reach at all times. Dazai trailed a few paces back, whistling a jaunty tune.

“Stay close,” Kunikida said over his shoulder for the third time in five minutes. “If we get separated, I won’t be able to protect you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” you muttered. “Don’t wander, don’t breathe too loudly, and definitely don’t make any snarky comments that might distract the great Oni Kunikida.”

He glares at you briefly. “If you truly understand, then why do you keep pushing my limits?”

“I’m not pushing anything,” you said innocently. “This is just my natural charm.”

Kunikida muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like “infuriating woman,” but you couldn’t help the smirk tugging at your lips. If he wanted to treat you like a burden, fine, but you made sure to be the most annoying burden possible.

You eventually reached a clearing, the faint sound of Tanuki whimpers and cries drawing their attention to a large wooden cage near the center. A group of Yokai surrounded it, their monstrous features twisted with cruelty. You could feel your stomach turn as your eyes adjusted to the darkness and could faintly see the cowering Tanuki, their fluffy tails curled protectively around them.

“Poor little guys” you whispered.

“They’re not the only ones in danger,” Kunikida said, his tone grim. “The moment they sense you, they’ll come for you first.”

“Great. So, I’m bait now?”

“Not bait. A liability.” Theres that word again. He straightened his back, his jaw clenched. “Stay right here, and for once in your life, do as you’re told.”

“Not a chance,” you muttered, waving a hand dismissively, but Kunikida had already stepped forward. It took a moment or two to register he had gone and crouched behind a tree, spying on the Yokai camp. So, as to not be a liability, you did the sensible thing and joined him right behind the tree.

Kunikida looked over his shoulder angrily, as to scold you, but his lecture was interrupted by Dazai whistling softly as he took in the scene.

“Looks like there are about six of them. Think you can handle that, Kunikida? Or will your little contract buddy here be too much of a distraction?”

“I can handle it,” Kunikida growled. “Stay out of it unless I need backup.”

As much as their hiding skills were top notch, it didn’t take long for the Yokai to sniff the air, smelling something absolutely flavoursome; you. One of the Yokai, a hulking figure with glowing red eyes and antlers, sniffed the air once more and grinned.

“A human,” the Yokai rumbled, his voice guttural and dripping with malice. “And such a delicious-smelling one.”

You could feel that same sinking feeling in your stomach as his gaze settled on the tree where your group had been hiding. ‘Wonderful’, you thought, maybe you were actually a liability as Kunikida had said you were. Feeling a combination of guilt and fear, you instinctively moved closer to Kunikida, even though you hated admitting it, you felt safer near him.

“Great, we’ve been spotted” Kunikida whispered under his breath, he pulled out a gun and peered out behind the tree so that the Yokai could see that he was armed. “Back off,” Kunikida warned, his voice low and dangerous. “Free the Tanuki or we will have no choice but to detain every last one of you”

“Oh yeah? You really think you’re going to stop us, Oni?” the Yokai sneered. “Though, we could make a deal, hm? You hand over that scrumptious human, and we will free the Tanuki, a Yokai’s promise”

Kunikida didn’t bother responding, even if he did hand you over, they would never actually release the poor creatures. Plus, if you die, so does he.

The Oni fires a warning shot at the Yokai’s feet. “Come any closer and you’ll be leaving here in body bags”. This of course did not sway any of the Yokai, enraged, they sprinted forward with impressive speed.

Kunikida and Dazai assumed the defensive position, having you right behind them. At this point, you had felt totally useless in this fight, determined to help, you look around for anything to pick up and throw at the charging Yokai. As you bent over, Kunikida tripped over your form, accidentally shooting his gun in quick succession, hitting one of the Oni’s shoulders.

He didn’t have much time to process what had happened, but once again, you were proving to be more of a pain in his ass than he originally anticipated.

“You idiot! Watch what you are doi-”

“Look out!” You interrupted his scolding by throwing a large rock at one Yokai’s face who was in stabbing distance of Kunikida, making it step backwards. (Not necessarily because of the rock itself, but more because of the dirt and grit getting in its eyes).

As much as he was grateful, Kunikida did not have chance to thank you for the distraction, he had picked you up, hooking and arm around your waist and flinging you to a nearby tree away from the fight. You felt like a car in this moment when you collided with the tree, it was painful and shook your entire being; this was the second time in 24 hours had your body been subjected to being a walking talking collision dummy. ‘God damn it, that bloody Oni is going to kill me before the Yokai even has chance’ you thought, rubbing the back of your head. Your eyes dart up to watch both Kunikida and Dazai fight, noticing the differences in the way they fight.

Kunikida is a manhandler, punching, throwing and tackling any Yokai that approaches, and then occasionally using his gun only to injure, not to kill. Dazai however, seemed to be a master dodger, sliding nonchalantly to the side with a lazy laugh, tripping him effortlessly.

Whilst the Yokai fought, the antlered Yokai noticed you slumped against the tree, slightly concussed. He sneaked over to you and yanked at your arm, it was forceful and you could feel the sheer power in the Yokai’s strength. You yelled out as he dangled you above the ground, as much as the Yokai who attacked you earlier that day were scary, nothing compared to staring certain death in the face. There was a subconscious urge to just allow this Yokai to just kill you, just so it would stop the painful beating of your heart in your chest.

“You smell so sweet, little human,” he hissed. “I think I’ll take a bite.”

“Y/N!” Kunikida barked, shooting his gun directly at the Yokai’s arm, causing it to drop you to the ground as it recoils in pain. “Keep a safe distance, god damnit!”

“I’m trying!” You shouted back, narrowly dodging another swipe from the injured Yokai. “But your definition of ‘safe distance’ is apparently right in the middle of danger!”

“If you’d just stay put—”

“Stop yelling at me and focus on not dying!” You snapped.

Kunikida growled in frustration but threw himself back into the fight, dispatching the Yokai with a ferocity that made your breath catch. For someone so rigid and controlled, his movements were fluid, almost graceful as he wielded his weapon with ease. For the first time, you had noticed his hands, the way they gripped at the Yokai that seemed to continuously get up after being knocked down. You saw his veins pop on his forearm and-

‘Can my brain just shut the fuck up for one second. Now’s not the time’

After what felt like an eternity, the Yokai were defeated, sprawling unconscious on the ground. In the centre of them, Kunikida and Dazai stood triumphant. Dazai seemed totally unphased by the whole ordeal, but Kunikida was panting, his veins filled with adrenaline; this was something he was used to feeling on an intense mission, but something about seeing you being in the Yokai’s clutches had flicked a switch within him.

You remain slumped against a tree, your heart pounding as Kunikida approached, his expression torn between anger and relief. “Are you hurt?” he asked gruffly, his hazel eyes scanning you for injuries.

“I’m fine,” you said shakily. “Thanks to you.”

He looked away with an unreadable expression. “Good. But you wouldn’t have needed saving if you’d stayed behind me like I said.”

“Here we go,” you muttered. “Lecture number eighty-seven.”

“Y/N—”

“No, really, I get it. I’m a ‘liability.’ I’m ‘too stubborn.’” You crossed your arms, glaring up at him. “You know, maybe if you didn’t treat me like an annoying side quest, I wouldn’t—”

“You are not a side quest!” he snapped, his voice louder than he intended. His words seemed to catch the both of you off guard, and for a moment, he looked genuinely flustered.

Before you could respond, Dazai sauntered over, clapping a hand on Kunikida’s shoulder. “Well done, you two! Another successful mission. Though, I have to say, the chemistry here is electric.”

“Shut up, Dazai,” Kunikida muttered, his face beet red.

-

By the time the three of you returned to the Agency, the Tanuki were safely scampering back into the forest, their little tails wagging in gratitude. The mission had been declared a success, though not without the usual complications that seemed to follow you and Kunikida like storm clouds.

Inside the main office, Kunikida stood rigidly in front of President Fukuzawa’s desk, his report meticulously detailed and delivered in his signature no-nonsense tone. Dazai lounged in a chair nearby, nodding along occasionally but clearly more focused on teasing Kunikida than contributing to the debrief.

“...and the traffickers have been neutralized,” Kunikida concluded. “The Tanuki are safe, and we’ve eliminated the immediate threat in the region.”

Fukuzawa listened quietly, his stern gaze moving briefly to you, who stood quietly off to the side, unsure of what to do with yourself. Finally, he nodded. “Well done. However, the matter of Miss Y/N’s safety remains unresolved.”

Your ears perked up, glancing nervously at Kunikida, who stiffened as if anticipating what was coming.

“Given the circumstances of your soul-binding contract,” Fukuzawa continued, “and the dangers that remain in the spirit realm, she will need to stay close to you, Kunikida.”

“President Fukuzawa,” Kunikida began, a hint of desperation creeping into his voice. “With all due respect, surely there’s another solution. Perhaps someone else—”

“Someone else?” Dazai cut in, feigning surprise. “But Kunikida, you’re her destined protector now. Isn’t it romantic?”

Kunikida shot Dazai a glare so sharp it could have sliced through stone, but Dazai only grinned, clearly enjoying his discomfort.

Fukuzawa silenced them both with a raised hand. “This is not up for debate. Kunikida, you will ensure her safety personally. She will stay with you in your dorm.”

You blinked. “Wait, dorm? As in your room?”

Kunikida’s face flushed a deep red. “That’s entirely inappropriate! There must be—”

“Enough,” Fukuzawa said firmly. “This arrangement is temporary. She is only here for 30 days until she is able to return to the mortal realm, 30 years of your life is nothing, you will adapt.”

Kunikida opened his mouth to argue further but closed it when Fukuzawa’s piercing gaze met his. With a sigh of defeat, he nodded. “Understood.”

-

Kunikida’s dorm was exactly what you had expected: meticulously organized to the point of perfection. The books on his shelves were arranged by size and subject, his desk was spotless, and even the air smelled faintly of something clean and herbal, like freshly brewed tea. It was the kind of space that practically screamed ‘don’t touch anything’.

“Wow,” you said, looking around. “This is… intense. You’d make a great minimalist influencer.”

Kunikida ignored your comment, his focus entirely on setting up a makeshift curtain in the center of the room. He strung up a rod and draped a thick cloth over it, dividing the space in two. On one side was his perfectly arranged futon, a single traditional Japanese bed laid out like a show room. On the other side, was a simple yoga mat he’d hastily rolled out for himself.

“Why the curtain?” You asked, watching him fuss with the placement. “Afraid I’ll sneak a peak?”

“Don’t be crass,” he snapped, adjusting the curtain for the third time. “But yes, this is to maintain some semblance of privacy. I refuse to share a bed with you.”

You raised an eyebrow, at first you felt a pang of disappointment, almost immediately followed by a sly grin spreading across your face as you speak through the makeshift curtain. Your eyes spoke of mischief and feigning innocence, something Kunikida was accustomed to with Dazai, but with you…its different. “You say that like I’d want to share a bed with you…what if I ordered you to share a bed with me?”

Kunikida’s cheeks turned pink before glancing away from your gaze. ‘Such an insufferable, inappropriate woman’ he thought.

“Just stay on your side,” he muttered, turning his back to you. “And don’t touch anything.”

“Noted,” you said with satisfaction in getting him a little flustered. You changed out of your clothes into a nightdress that the Oni Yosano had given you, a bit clinical, but it will do. The first thing you noticed after flopping onto his futon, was how surprisingly soft it was, too soft for the rigid bastard Oni. It even smelt like him, nuzzling your face into one of his pillows. For whatever reason, the smell was a comfort to you.

“You know, for someone bound to protect me, you’re not exactly rolling out the welcome mat.”

“Your survival is my priority. Comfort is not.”

You rolled your eyes but decided not to push him further. Instead, you pulled the weighted blanket over yourself, exhaustion finally catching up with you. The day’s events replayed in your mind—the fight with the Yokai, Kunikida’s fierce determination to protect you, even his ridiculous attempt to lecture you mid-battle. Despite his gruffness, you felt oddly… safe.

“Thank you, for saving me… again”

Nothing but silence could be heard from the other side of the curtain, at least till a small, gruff voice replied.

“Don’t mention it”

It was cold, but at least it was an acknowledgement.

It didn’t take long for you to fall into a dreamless sleep, snuggled within this annoying Oni’s futon; you could tell it was going to be one of the best nights sleep you’d ever had.

On the other side, Kunikida sat cross-legged on the yoga mat, his back straight and his hands resting on his knees. He tried to focus on meditating, but your face was the only thing popping into his minds eye. At first, he tried to suppress those images. He had only met you earlier, but your whole presence was the bane to his existence. He’s helped humans who had fell into the spirit realm before, several times in his years as an Oni, but none have ever given him so much as a headache, compared to you.

But still, the knowledge that you were in his futon right now, stirred something within him, especially with the threat of ordering him to share it with you… ‘God, this woman. I need these 30 days of hell over with’.

After giving himself an internal therapy session, he inhales as to let out a sigh, only to be met with a strange scent, causing his Oni senses to go haywire. His eyes snapped to the curtain… another Oni?

His sharp senses picked up the lingering trace of the antlered Yokai from earlier, clinging faintly to you like an unwelcome shadow. It made his skin prickle with unease. Yokai could mark prey with their scent, making them easier to track, to own. If that creature decided to come after her again…

Kunikida clenched his fists. He had to do something.

Moving silently, he hesitantly approached the curtain. It took a good few seconds to work up the courage to peak through the curtain to see your blissfully sleeping form. Your breathing was soft and even, as if this sleep was long overdue. He noticed how small and out of place you were in his futon, and yet…right at home? The vulnerability sent a pang through him that he didn’t entirely understand.

Carefully, he crept forward and knelt beside you. His Oni instincts guided him to the source of the scent, on your wrist and arm. Although he couldn’t see it, it was almost as if he could see the miasma surrounding your body. He had to get rid of it.

‘He will track her down’ he tried convincing himself before gently taking your arm from the bed, noticing the fact that you were a deep sleeper. ‘He will smell himself on her…he will hurt her…’ he leaned down and nuzzled his head against your arm, feeling and relishing the smoothness of your skin, making sure to get rid of the Yokai’s scent and replace it with his own. It was a primal act, one that would serve as a warning to any Yokai who dared come near you: ‘She is protected. She is mine.’

As a final precaution, he raised your arm up further so that his lips graze over your wrist, kissing it lightly as a sort of silent declaration. Here, he was one step away from sinking his fangs into you, to taste you. Gods, your scent was so intoxicating, a balm to the soul and unlike anything Kunikida had ever smelt, ever felt before. You were so, so tempting… Something about simply holding your arm to his lips was oddly peaceful, grounding in a way he couldn’t explain.

Your presence, chaotic and infuriating as it was, brought a strange calm to his usually controlled and intense mind.

Kunikida let you go and stood over by the curtain, his eyes watching your sleeping form as he reflected his thoughts and feelings. His mind wandered, but a little too far for comfort as he retreated to his side of the room. Kunikida settled onto the yoga mat, closing his eyes, let out a slow breath. Protecting you was his duty, yes. But the contentment he felt with having you here? That was something else entirely.

• Next Chapter ->

[kamenstranger]

Kakuranger: Act Three - Middle-Aged Struggles -Review-

We start with our new Announcer, Hakuzan Kanda (Enjoh Sauteing sadly passed in ‘21) introducing a new form of wickedness inflicted upon society in the modern era: Social Media.

Ya know what, that’s actually pretty good. You immediately know where this is gonna go with young modern Yokai taking advantage of the human youth through the internet. This did however activate my fight or flight response thinking “Oh god, is this just going to be a bunch of jokes about the youth and getting old” Thankfully that’s not the case... for the most part. It’s more so the Kakurangers having to contend with a familiar threat in a new form that’s targeting the current generation, which, man, that’s a little too real, though I’m probably making that sound deeper than it really is. But I’m also getting ahead of myself. Let’s at least get through the opening.

On that note, the opening credits pushes all the Nostalgia buttons. I can’t imagine how this went over for those that grew up in ‘94 watching the original series. But even for someone like me who watched the series decades later, hearing the familiar theme with new visuals interspersed with old clips from the show does it’s job. We’re then given a series of brief goings on with each member and what they’re up. Sasuke is still dressing like it’s ‘94 and living as a nomad, traveling to help friendly yokai who have integrated into society. It’s a small but nice reminder that there are friendly yokai out in the world. It also serves as a segue into rumors of strange Yokai seen about, which along with a call from Tsuruhime indicates that maybe something is afoot that requires their attention. Speaking of, Tsuruhime now runs and orphanage along with Bun (still played by Yasuyuki Takamine no less) Seikai then arrives in what I can only describe as a Spirit Halloween Yakuza outfit.

Seikai now runs an art store which has lead to having quite the disposable income despite a lack of fashion sense. He also has a kid now. Yeah, Seikai has a child, Goro, adopted from Tsuruhime’s orphanage. We then cut over to Saizo, still making crepes out of (a now modern) Nekomarou. The Kakurangers (sans Jiraya, who is in L.A.) and Goro, gather by Nekomarou for the first time in a long while. We get some gags about aging; bad eyesight, being out of shape, etc. Also Saizo’s luck is still bad, seeing as his business isn’t too hot right now. Goro suggests he should try social media rather than flyers. In any case, the reason for their gathering appears slightly more innocuous. Goro’s birthday is coming up and Tsuruhime wanted to gather for a celebration-- although there’s another more prescient matter not stated publicly, which is that a birthmark on Goro is growing larger and more distinctly skull shaped, looking a lot like Junior.

The next day, Goro and Saizo are attacked by a Yokai, Sunou/Yuki-Onna, hoping to awaken Goro’s true nature. Saizo is partially frozen, but Goro attacks the yokai with supernaturally dark power, driving her away but also giving what she wanted. In the fall out of these attacks, Goro is enraged, questioning if Seikai and Tsuruhime knew of his heritage before storming off. Though this isolation gives Kamaitachi and Yuki-Onna an opportunity to stoke the fires. Elsewhere, Sasuke and his Yokai friends are set upon by another of the Next Generation Yokai, Weasel/Kamaitachi, only to be saved by Jiraiya who was tracking the Yokai all the way from LA. Jiraya, by the way, is the only Kakuranger who retains their basic ninpo abilities, probably because Kosugi himself clearly never stopped being a martial artist. Dude is JACKED. The Kakurangers convene at Tsuruhime’s home, along with Yoshiteru and two kinda new characters, Saburou and Shirou. I say kinda because it’s just Taro and Jiro’s actors, Suchiya Daisuke and Tsuchiya Keisuke. And yes, they’re said to be brothers to Taro and Jiro. I guess they had to incorporate them somehow. Yoshiteru gives an exposition dump explaining exactly what’s going on. When Noble Junior died he cast a spell you resurrect himself, but it was at the cost of his memories, even forgetting he was a Yokai. When they found out they began keeping tabs on him, but it was years later and by that point he already had a wife and a baby. For all intensive purposed, Junior was living a normal human life. Then one day there was a car accident. Junior survived, but fell into a Coma. His wife died, but Goro was perfectly safe, falling to the care or Tsuruhime and later Seikai. By all means Goro’s Yokai abilities should’ve never awakened unless faced with extreme forms of hate, and the internet being what it is plus the confrontation with the Yokai... What’s more, the birthmark on Goro has developed with each birthday, this year would complete the skull.

Given the situation the group doesn’t stand much of a chance against even these two Yokai, let alone the possibility of a new Yokai lord. Their only chance would be to re-acquire the Doron changers, but the would put the door of seals at risk of being opened. Not the mention that fact that transforming could be a danger given their age. Regardless, they don’t have any other option, so Sasuke goes to get the Doron Changers while the rest track down Goro. Which of course ends up at the abandoned warehouse.

This entire scene is pure fanservice. Into Danger Kakuranger starts up, the four confront the Yokai and group of Dorodoros. We even cut over to Sasuke who gets help from Ninjaman to keep the door of seals shut while the Doron Changers are out. Unfortunately, by the time Sasuke arrives with the Doron Changers, Goro has already mutated into his Yokai form Sanmotogorouzaemon.

Why does that sound like an early 90s Mad Magazine gag about complicated names in Japanimation? We then learn the mastermind behind all of this, the Flower Ninja Gabera. For years she’s planned this moment, orchestrating the car accident, watching Goro over the years and biding her time. But the time for chitchat is over, we finally come to the Kakurangers having a final Henge. I will not spoil this moment, but it got the biggest laugh out of me. The rest is just an all out brawl, the Kakurangers going through all their personal weapon-- which I forgot they even had, the Shinobi Knuckle, Saizo does the square cutter technique, and we even get onomatopoeias.

Although probably the funnest thing to happen in the fight is Seikai and Saizo teaming up against Yuki-Onna by using er, words of encouragement.

Also take note of how you can clearly see the stunt helmets with the latches switch to the hero versions in the very next scene. To cap things off, we have a Kakuranger ball finisher used on Gabera.

But the still leaves Goro to deal with. Seikai manages to get through to him, getting his consciousness back. But he’s stuck in his yokai form. And then Noble Junior shows up, having awakened thanks to Goro’s transformation.

In an oddly touching moment, he hugs Goro, absorbing his powers and saying it’s the last time he’ll get a chance to act like a father-- before promptly exploding. Later we see Saizo having great success from Goro’s social media campaign making Nekomaru a hit. Goro is bestowed with being the 25th leader of the Kakuranger by Tsuruhime as we wrap things up. But we still get an ending dance sequence from the entire cast, and even some cameos from the Hurricangers. They even made a new Hanako Yamabuki outfit for Hirose for like a three second appearance. That’s cute. We end with a final shot of the Door of Seals, Doron changers in place, but the seam of the door is glowing red. Time will tell if this is followed up on.

And that’s all of Act 3:Middle-Aged Struggle. Pretty brisk, huh?

I used the term Fanservice earlier and that really is the key word to describe Act 3, both as a positive and detriment. When you break it down, things just kinda happen in this special, and characters just exist. Like, what the hell is up with Gabera? Who made her? They call her a Yokai, and sure, Yokai are just kinda born into existence. But the Kunoichi were cats mutated by a yokai scientist. She’s here because Flowery Kunichi reference and that’s it. Same reason as Taro and Jiro having brothers. We need a story to happen and references. That’s not to say it’s all bad, I clearly had some fun with this and there is a giddiness one gets seeing the team together again, and hearing the old tracks play. The character interactions are fun and I even laughed a few times. Act 3 knows what it is and doesn’t pretend to be anything more. And at 32 minutes it doesn’t overstay its welcome with that Nostalgia blowout. But it is absolutely coasting hard on that aspect and has little else on offer than cute novelty.

Still, there is something to be gleaned from that.

Also, this isn’t a complaint mind you, but there are a lot of pyrotechnics in this special.An unusual amount, even.

They look good, but holy hell they’re prevalent as all get out.

Ah. I should also note that there is something hinky with the MKV file I got. It can play fine, but it really doesn’t like being paused or skipped through. The MP4 version is even worse. However, these issues only happen in VLC. CCCP/MPC had zero problems. So maybe that says more about VLC (which I’ve had a lot of issues with in the past few months with screen tears and hanging up across multiple machines) but it’s something to keep in mind.

This was a pretty short review, but hey it meant fast turn around. Next time though I’ll take at something more substantial, about 7x larger with a review of the third and final 90s Rider Movie Kamen Rider J, plus a review of the Media Blasters boxset. Oh boy, I have some things to say about that.

[thefreelanceangel]

Speaking out loud would've been an extremely bad idea, but a lifetime of talking to herself made it particularly difficult for Imayo to not comment on her current predicament.

The one that she'd gotten herself into.

The one that would end her isolation, one way or another.

And the way the night had played out thus far, Imayo felt fairly certain that she'd get the "another" option.

One man tag, indeed.

Her left calf throbbed, felt thick and blocky, but the bandage no longer seeped, now tacky to the touch instead of warm and wet. With the mingling of incense and blood, sweat and salt, old dust and rain, she couldn't smell the damp leather of the doll anymore. Losing that and having so little reliable light in the abandoned house...

Imayo's impaired hearing gave her very, very little in the way of help now.

Evasion kept her largely undamaged, but she regretted not searching the house before beginning the game. The yokai found the kitchen before her.

Or more specifically, the yokai discovered the kitchen knives before she did.

Leaning around the thick porcelain jar, Imayo watched the yokai stumble past, waving the blood-stained knife in the air. She held her breath, waiting for it to wobble around the corner, and slumped back against the wall. Hands over her mouth to muffle the sound, she let out a deep sigh.

With the storm still lashing at the building, she couldn't estimate how close it was to dawn. Between rain, lightning, and the strange angle of the sagging eaves, getting a better look outside would involve leaving the safety of her hiding spot.

And if she tried to defend herself from the yokai... She might anger it beyond what it already felt.

And if she angered it further, the likelihood that it would consent to stay within the doll, to stay with her would grow slim. Perhaps so slim that the chance would snap, leaving her no recourse but to take that "another" way out of her perpetual isolation.

Imayo gritted her teeth, peering over the jar before shifting her weight to carefully straighten her left leg.

She wouldn't take "another" way out. Not tonight, not after she'd made it this far. Imayo'd not been completely foolish; she had a flask of salt water with her to end the possession. If this yokai wouldn't consent to stay with her, she'd try again. And again.

And again.

As many times as it took, she would survive them.

If nothing living would deign to become her companion, what choice did she have but to reach out to the dead until one of them reached back?

[strange0-0storm]

Mostly Whisper Doodles ALSO MY OCS WITH THE SILLIES

[thedawningofthehour]

I’ve finally finished the chapter!!! :) now I can ask about it.

I don’t know about you but I despise sandels. I would wack him upside the head too. They’re uncomfortable and make weird noises on the floor. They’re just really weird to me I guess. So I appreciate Hueso.

I don’t know if she’s been talked about before in the fic but I assume the girl is Kendra. She always seemed to have a lollipop of some sort on her. I miss watching her and Donnies fights in the show. They were always really funny.

I speak from experience when I say that this ^ is one of the most accurate descriptions I have ever read. When something traumatic happens people brains have a really cool function of forget, ignore/deactualize (is that a word?) or break down. From personal experience I understand the “I know this is really bad but it’s bad to the point of my brain giving up comprehending it and it simply doesn’t compute as anything worth my attention.” I don’t remember from my psych class last year what the name of it is, but I know theres a psychological name for it.

If this is going where I hope it’s going, i’m really excited! Gale isn’t the type of person to see something like that and leave it be. So i’m excited to see what he does with the info.

This made me want to cry. Thats all.

Love your work! Have a great day/evening/night. Can’t wait for the next update :)

Oh yeah, they are loud. I wasn't even really thinking about it from that direction, but Leo would absolutely be the dumb bitch who wore flipflops to a stealth mission.

Soup made a comment about him wearing socks with sandals and like-to confirm, Leo has the fashion sense of a dead shrimp and would totally wear socks with sandals. Both because he's just that bad at being gay and also to annoy Donnie. But in this particular instance Hueso wanted to make sure he was wearing good walking shoes so his feet wouldn't be sore at the end of the day. (and he's not going barefoot because wtf they're probably immune to HIV but don't go tempting fate here)

I actually very much prefer sandals. I went to college way up north and I would take my trash out in flipflops when it was like -30 out. (I was also very stupid, so don't do this)(not that you can, it doesn't get that cold anymore)

Anita's a Yokai, so no her granddaughter is not Kendra. The Purple Dragons will have another cameo (maybe get a mention in the recovery arc, we'll see) but since everything else has ballooned we just haven't gotten to them.

Which is honestly really funny to me, because Kendra clearly considers herself very important and probably makes the 'Othello Von Ryan's ARCH ENEMY' thing a point of pride. Meanwhile Donnie straight-up doesn't remember her and his brothers are like

A lot of what Leo does is disassociate and compartmentalize, so he's very, very good at going "I know this is objectively horrific, but it also looks kind of sick. I kinda want to poke it with a stick."

Which is a very real and valid trauma response! Not everyone responds to shit the same way. For some people, turning off the 'holy shit' part of their brain or making light of it, that's literally their way of trying to process the thing. And it has its uses. It probably served Leo very well during the Krang war, when things went to shit and he was able to stay rational while everyone around him was panicking.

The problem being, of course, that Leo never unpacks that compartment and just lets it fester. So it just gets worse and worse until something finally rips it all free.

I think this was the first real Cass-Gale fight? Besides little arguments and teasings. I mean, they're siblings, and they're under a ton of stress right now. They're both ready to crack.

I considered having Cass storm off and ending it there, but I didn't really like that. Gale knows that he isn't really mad at Cass, and Cass knows that Gale was lashing out. They're both socially stupid but they know each other. At the end of the day, they'll always have each other's back.

[kohakurin8]

Dissecting Kimetsu no Yaiba

~ Zenitsu & Susano-O ~

💜🐇

So, I began watching Kimetsu no Yaiba because I adore yokai and mythology. It's so immensely fun for me to try identifying what yokai are being referenced in the series, since it takes place during the time period of Japan before they were classified as distinct species, instead simply being collectively labeled as "Oni".

However, while the obvious mythological parallels in the series lie within the titular Oni and their significance, I recently came to the realization that this has blinded us from the mythological references made by the human characters as well.

And it all starts with Zenitsu Agatsuma

I was recently researching the Japanese kami of storms, Susano-O, for a character when I came to this creative epiphany, if you will. Let's start by summarizing the absolute rollercoaster that is this kami epitome of an annoying little brother who grows up to be real hot shit.

Most accounts agree that after Izanagi visited Izanami in Yomi, he bathed himself and from it created several children. Amaterasu was born when he washed his right eye, Tsukuyomi from his left eye, and awkward ol' middle-child Susano-O was born when Izanagi washed his nose.

Cause ya know, that's a great way to start out life. The Nose Child.

But more upsetting than that to newly "born" Susano-O was actually the absence of his mother, Izanami. He cried and cried and threw big fits and tantrums because he missed his mother so much, something his siblings I guess couldn't really relate to. And, true to form, Susano-O continued to act out as he got older, oftentimes quarreling with perfect-child Amaterasu. Without going into too much detail, let's just say one of these fateful quarrels led to Susano-O throwing one of his Tantrums ™ and getting kicked out of Takamagahara -- a.k.a. Heaven for Gods

So while he was meandering around the mortal realm, he met a grieving old couple who requested his assistance. Turns out they've been terrorized by a monstrous 8-headed serpent called Yamata-no-Orochi who's eaten one of their 8 daughters every year. So instead of just...moving away like normal people, they ask for Susano-O's help in saving their final daughter. Susano-O, being a nice guy and all, promised he'd save her in exchange for her hand in marriage. They agreed and to protect the girl he turned her into a comb and placed her on his hair.

That's one way to handle a damsel in distress I guess.

Then he had the couple prepare a huge tub of sake, let the Orochi get so drunk it passed out, then carved it up into little pieces, discovering a sword in it's tail. Because that's totally normal. But, hey, in the end Susano-O got a pretty little wife and regained the love and approval of his family so... win-win?

Now at this point you might be wondering "How exactly does this apply to Zenitsu?"

Or maybe you're thinking "Rin, are you sane? Should I be getting you help?"

In either case just hear me out here. Susano-O is described as being wild and emotional, as well as very destructive and short-tempered. Zenitsu also displays these traits -- his reactions are overdramatic, he tends to be very emotional, and he's very quick to anger in certain circumstances.

There's also the fact that they both have lightning powers, but that's a given. As a side note, they also both have messy and odd hairstyles.

Zenitsu is always afraid of something and always animated. His emotions spike erratically and tbh...he whines a lot.

But that's fine because remember when i said Susano-O threw fits over missing his mom? Well, this is probably where the comparison of the two is most relevant -- though it's made to sound more like Susano-O is a bratty child, but if you read between the lines, it's more accurate to say that he was just... lonely. Susano-O whined for his mother because he felt left behind, alone, and scared.

If we look back to the Spider arc on Mount Natagumo we see Zenitsu feeling the exact same way, and even admitting that he feels abandoned and alone quite frequently. It's a mutual feeling the two have.

There's also the matter of Nezuko and Zenitsu's valiant determination to protect her. It's incredibly reminiscent of Susano-O's determination to protect his future wife.

So the more I research it, the more I've concluded that Zenitsu is definitely supposed to be a reference to Susano-O.

Feel free to share your opinions on the matter with me!

[panfluidme]

Raised Separately

Master Post, Prologue

CHAPTER ONE: SOFTIE AND EARS

Baron Draxum grabbed the two turtles left behind, a soft shelled turtle and a red eared slider. He growled as he stormed away from the burnt ruins of what used to be his lab. He'd have to rebuild and all he had were two incompetent gargoyles and two baby turtle mutants who couldn't do anything yet.

It would take him years to rebuild, so he'd better get to work.

He knew exactly who he'd recruit to help train his turtle warriors to become the best fighters the world has ever seen, ready to fight for Yokai's honor. It wasn't an ideal situation, but Baron couldn't see any other way to get what he wanted.

The biggest thing he would need is luck.

~•~

Softie and Ears, the two turtles left behind, watched their Auntie Big Mama and their papa, Baron Draxum, argue back and forth. Auntie was arguing that she needed the twins (despite being different species, Papa claimed to her and them that they were twins to make things easier on him) for an upcoming fight in the Nexus. Papa said he needed them for experiments.

That's all the four-year-olds' lives were.

Fighting for Auntie or doing experiments for Papa.

"Papa?" Ears said softly, getting a smack on the back of his head by Sofie.

"What?" Papa snapped angrily.

"Food?"

"No. You haven't earned it."

"Oh. Otay..."

~•~

Softie's arms were up while on of Auntie's henchmen fitted the seven-year-old for armor. He wore no expression on his face. There wasn't any fear on his face, despite that he could hear the blood-curdling screams from the fighters in the arena a hallway away.

Life hadn't been easy on him, but he didn't know any different.

All he knew was pain and starvation and cold.

Was there more to life?

~•~

Ten years have passed since that fateful night, and the two turtles left behind were raised very differently from the other two. Instead of being able to learn who they are without consequence, the two were weaponized. They were expendable in their Father's eyes.

Softie and Ears sat across from each other. The two were eleven and had gone through some rough training ten minutes prier. They waited patiently for food to be rewarded to them for their good performance during their session. 

"Softie," Ears said quietly. "How come we don't have good names?"

Softie shrugged, tapping his fingers against his leg. "We should be so lucky that Father gave us names in the first place."

"What if they aren't names? He gotta have someway to get our attention, right?"

"Right." Softie nodded. "Do you want me to call you something else?"

Ears thought. "What bout Leonardo? I heards Father call someone that 'fore."

"Could you name me?"

"Name you?"

"Yeah! If I go call you Leonardo," he stumbled a little on the name, "then you should call me something else too."

"Hm. I'll call you Donatello!"

"Okay!"

~•~

"Ears!" Father called out, startling young Leo out of his thoughts.

"Yes, Father?"

"Your dumbass brother knocked into an armor set, come patch him up before I rip his arm off!"

Leo ran toward his Father's voice, panic building up inside him. For years, Donnie had bumped into things and it caused a lot of problems. He said things were always blurry, which wasn't good because of the fights they had to do for Auntie.

He grabbed Donnie's wrist, ignoring the flinch and whimper it got from his only friend, and took him to their shared closet.

The closet was big enough to hold a bed and some weapons, so it had become their bedroom. Despite that they lived in the Grand Nexus Hotel that had hundreds of rooms, all they got for personal space was this broom closet and it had to be shared with each other.

"Are you okay?"

Donnie shook his head, not saying anything more than a small chirp. He didn't like speaking a lot, which Leo didn't mind. As long as Donnie felt comfortable, he wasn't going to force him to speak if he didn't want to.

"Did you mean to bump into Auntie's armor?"

He shook his head again, avoiding eye contact with Leo.

Leo grabbed the first aid kit underneath the shared bed and started to patch up the small cut on Donnie's arm. "It'll be okay, promise. We have each other, that's all we need."

Chapter Two

[strange0-0storm]

LOVE YOU TO BRO AHAHSHW ALRIGHT ALRIGHT LEMMA DO THIS

FAVORITE COLOR: GREEN‼️ I love neon green specifically, bright colors are AMAZING

LAST SONG I LISTENED TO: Rule #27 Drunk on Pride by Fish in a Bird Cage and Philip Bowen

CURRENTLY READING: Nothing actually, unless you count extensively studying wikis of my interests AHSHAHHQ (or random fics)

CURRENTLY WATCHING/REWATCHING: OOOH lots of things‼️ Popee the Performer, Doctor Who, Torchwood, Good Omens, Yokai Watch‼️

All rewatches (I'm a little autistic..) besides the "new" seasons of Yokai Watch which I'll get to- eventually AHAHHQ

WANT TO WATCH/REWATCH: Hmmm, I want to watch all the Yokai Watch movies. I've watch 3 so far. I plan to watch the Yokai Watch! And Shadowside series. I want to watch Sarah Jane Adventures, and I may want to rewatch Lucifer... again

CURRENTLY CRAVING: ICE CREAM. SOMETHING COLD AND SWEET OR SOMETHING AHSHSHS

COFFEE OR TEA: THIS IS SO HARD I LOVE BOTH... I'll probably go with tea, I drink that more HHEHE

HOBBIES IN MIND: DRAWING!! Maybe doing more traditional colored pieces as well as more digital. Edits and comics and animatics n all that I wanna do

CURRENT AU: My actual au I have is the SMG4 Beetlejuice AU, I need to develop it more but of course it's gonna be way more smg4 wacky than Beetlejuice. It'll be silly :]

I also plan on making a SMG4 Popee the Performer au for shits and giggles

For actual characters I guess The Arrival would COUNT as some sort of au, as well as my Yokai Watch: Before The Storm HEHEHE

ERM TAGS TAGS :3

@bluesbox @tiredsmashbros @bear-boi-5 @cookiepopcat @blveblvrr @f-mxnsen @p0p33-k3da

I was tagged by the wonderful @jqmon ! Thank youuuu and here I go;

Favorite color: Purple, navy blue, and neons in general! They're pretty nice and can stand against a black background.

Last song i listened to: I have just had a random playlist on right now actually, but I think its called A Mask of my Own Face by Lemon Demon!

Currently Reading: "Camouflage of Great Reknown" by RatCandy! Again AUGH i love this fic Zote is me and i am Zote. Anyways, I would go on a tangent about that but this shouldn't drone on longer than my usual ramblings wahahazzzzz Also, "To Kill a Mocking Bird" By Harper Lee.

Currently watching/rewatching: "Yokai Watch!" and "Brave the Animated Series!" I've watched the latter almost 17 times in counting now aodjoeod, it's one of my faves that rivals Yokai Watch (which is pretty impressive if you know me!)

Want to watch/rewatch: "Yo-kai Watch" (OG), "Good Omens", "The Good Place", the new TMNT show and "ROTTMNT"! Quite the list but y'know =u=.

Currently craving: What I would do for some tiramisu right now...

Coffee or Tea: Same as prev, I like em both! I do like them like my chocolate though; a little more on the bitter side!

Hobbies in Mind: Drawing (digital and traditional), singing, playing videos games, and general crafts. I'd try to make anything once ○°w°○ wwwww.

Current AU: I have an unnamed Yokai Watch AU featuring my sona/character Caspian! I like making random stuff for it but I don't have a post or anything on it yet tho aifkoeod. Not to say I haven't fleshed some of it out or come up with a plot+official refs rho! (Fun fact if you've seen some of my posts; the yokai redesigns I showed yall a while ago were mostly just an excuse to show you the AU versions wwwww^) That, and a little personal world thing with two irls that I love <33 (COUGH. @samiisams and @sketchdeath22 ..... they have amazing stuff go look ooooo......)

People who I wanna get to know better: Hope y'all don't mind the tagggggggg!

@analog-smiles @c00kietin @strange0-0storm @amf-studios @aura-bug @suppai-limes @sketchdeath22 @samiisams

Love y'all!/p (hope I didn't accidently tag anyone whose already participated auiemdhjcr...)