#yukio. (muse)

[kamiyama-host-yukio]

...Hello. I'm Yukio, a member of the Kamiyama Host Club. It's nice to meet you.

Feel free to request me at the Host Club.

I'm in Class 2B. I also enjoy drawing and can play the flute. I normally deal with assisting in Host Club events.

I hope that our services are up to par with your expectations.

...If I fall asleep randomly, I apologize. I don't normally get much sleep on my own.

TAGS: #yukio's musings - yukio talks (completely open rp starters) #yukio's answers - answering asks #is there anything I can do for you? - rp with others

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

"Happy birthday, Rin-Rin!!" Tsubasa exclaims happily, holding a present.

"Teach!!!" Rinnothy screams happily and hugs Yukio happily. Camille and Rafael arrives with gifts, smiling sheepishly at Rinnothy's actions.

Both twins were talking about something hearing familiar voices. "Hey my blue kit!" Rin smiled happily nuzzling against his precious Kit. Yukio smiled but he squeaked feeling Rinnothy hug him while chuckling.

"Hi to you three as well." he said softly even kissing Rinnothy's cheek.

[emmatriarchy]

@untamedtempest asked: “Are we sparring or settling something?” // For Yukio meme

Yukio looked away: she had a bone to pick with the weather goddess, and she wasn't sure how to bring it up. Sparring had felt like a way to vent her frustrations without putting them into words, but it was without accounting for Ororo's uncanny ability to read her.

"Sparring," she stated, crouching as she got ready to pounce on her friend -- and occasional lover. It just felt like she saw Logan more often than Ororo these days, she felt... neglected, sad, jealous. But she was not one to be tied down to someone, so she had a hard time navigating those feelings.

[booksofadventures-archived]

"Rin what do you want...? Or are you just latching onto me because you can?"

He's not moving to get his older brother off of him all the same but he is looking at him with a somewhat curious look now, a little suspicious that he's after something but a small bit worried something might be wrong.

{ @aonokumura + yukio is hereeee }

[emmatriarchya]

@collectingmuses asked: I think we've been making some real progress. - Cole to Yukio ?

"I can't believe Jean recommended you for this job, and Ororo convinced me to let you tag along." Yukio huffed as all she could hear was the not-very-subtle man. "Shut up already." She muttered something unflattering for him in Japanese.

[general-kalani]

Like/comment on this post if you're interested in interacting with Yukio (Marvel)!

[emmatriarchy]

Yukio didn't mean the facial hair but the body hair — however she wouldn't know to correct Bucky's assumption as he didn't voice his thoughts. The ronin is a mere human, unable to decipher thoughts the way some mutants did.

Her ability to kill was what set her apart from her brethren. She chuckles as he brings up the recruiting techniques of the Hand. "They aren't smart — I won't join them regardless of what they attempt. They can't beat me into submission, and they can't entice me to join. I am a dilemma to them."

She shakes his flesh hand, curious about the other one. Curious, but too polite to inquire about it. "Bucky, you're a good fighter," she compliments, nodding with a smile. "And strategist," she adds with a wink.

"But this is the Hand. You can never truly root them out. They always come back no matter how many of them we dispatch to the afterlife." She grimaces. "I heard some of them even managed to come back from that through forbidden means. I can't fathom why anyone would do that."

The Wild One has had a long life already — longer than she ever anticipated — and she has no desire for eternity. She wants to savor every day knowing that it could be the last, she wants to feel the impermanence of life to enjoy it to the fullest. "One of your western singers sang, I don't wanna live forever, because I know I'll be living in vain. I feel that way about immortality."

on that, bucky would silently agree to disagree, hitching a grin in lieu of sharing water-warbled memories of a younger logan grinding his prickly, wiry stubble into a smaller bucky's cheek just to work up him up in the morning, harmless torture to greet european theatre of war and it's foggy mornings. it left topical burns that faded as the day closed out into the night, but the impression of the recollection left it's paltry scar. he'd groused about it until his ears steamed, he thinks.

arms shake out, prosthetic and natal alike, ball-joints rolling synchronously; the tide of battle droughts into lapping adrenaline, damming itself to disperse into bucky's limbs. he gives an acknowledging nod, casts his gaze briefly over the field of interlocking bodies. ' no lone wolves, huh? i can't imagine attacking somebody you wanna recruit is gonna get them on your side, wonder how well that works for 'em. '

but even he knew there were limits. bucky takes care to prompt his right hand, warm flesh over cold plated adamantium-vibranium sting, firmly but kindly cupping her hand. he feels the lissome strength in her tendons, knuckle joints. ' bucky. you too, yukio. ' glee tapers into a well worn dimpled smile, he slackens his grip when appropriate. ' if there's more of 'em holed up nearby, i say we root them out. i think we can take 'em. '

[asgardiansofthegalaxyvol3]

I was a fool. An absolute bafoon. Deadpool and Wolverine 2: the musical starts with a montage of their daily life to the soundtrack of Accidentally in Love (from shrek) to WADE falling in love with Logan, not the other way around, because honestly who better than Deadpool? He can girlishly kick his feet and smile sweetly to the camera and (badly) play it off when Logan is actually looking at him. And it’s just them being domestic. Logan cooking, Wade sneaking glances throughout the day, can even have them fighting something together. And of course it ends with them platonically sharing a bed and you can see Wade wanting to reach out to Logan but he doesn’t, just goes to sleep instead.

And one way or another they’re fighting some big bad magical being, and honestly Marvel it doesn’t really matter who you pick. All they need is to be able to use magic and get pissed that 1-Wade can’t die and 2- he never shuts the HELL up. And bam, instant curse. The entire world is a musical and Deadpool has to suffer the consequences (being annoyed by the constant noise of everyone singing)

Except he LOVES it. He walks down the street and hears someone singing about cheating on their spouse, someone singing about how they miss their dog at home, and someone getting increasingly angry about traffic through the open window of their car. And the icing on the cake is that his roommate, THE Hugh Jackman is cursed too. Since y’all wanna make him be the Wolverine until he’s 90 you can at least throw him a bone and let him sing again, it’s what he was made to do. And since Ryan can’t/wont/doesn’t like to sing it gives him the opportunity not to, plus it has comedic effect if he’s bland and boring, making comments through everyone’s songs. Social commentary on people’s rhymes/pitch/beats. The potential is limitless. They should also have multiple people who are just genuinely bad singers, because that’s just how the real world works.

And by the third act Wade has had enough of the singing. “Can everyone shut the fuck up for five minutes PLEASE. Not you, Logan, you have the voice of an angel, please keep going.”

And since Disney owns them now they can have a scene of Logan singing ‘i won’t say I’m in Love’ from Hercules with Ellie, Yukio, and Blind Al as the muses because surprise surprise the main story is Wade trying to undo this Musical curse but the subplot is Wade and Logan both being in love with each other but both being too emotionally constipated and unaware to make a move on each other. And you know what, if the power of hand holding and gay love could save the day last time, maybe it can do it again this time. I’m thinking something cheesy like an off key duet between Wade and Logan that ends in a kiss, but I’ve never been great at endings so I’ll leave it up to Ryan.

And bam @vancityreynolds I’ve got the outline of your new movie right here. I’ll accept payment in the form of one meet and greet with you and Hugh where I can take a picture of you guys holding my Toddler so I can frame it, hang it on the wall, and ask her for the rest of her life how she could possibly not remember something that happened when she was under 2 years old.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

A Family Thing | Yandere Blue Exorcist

Yukio Okumura has had to limit and expand his definition of family many times on his exorcist journey. His brother was the only constant, which he was fine with. That is until his own demonic half awakened. Now alongside his brother, his identity morphed again like his pointed ears. He did think this might happen but he couldn’t help but connect the dots. But you know who made it easier? (Y/n) Pheles. 

You came to him and Rin on a cloud of strawberry-scented smoke. Literally. Wiping at your suit and tie you explained how the last demon you had fought had made its final stand in a churning pot of strawberry jam. You told them not to think about it too much.

With a smile that blinded them, you told of how you took a long trip around the world to meet the boys Mephisto was so keen on watching stalking. You gushed over them like the older sibling neither of them had. That is until you officially moved onto campus. Where exactly? That was never known for sure. All they could gather was that you were close enough to appear at a moment's notice to pinch their cheeks, ruffle their hair, and coo at them as they did their casual routine. 

He knew it was easy for Rin to lean into you, who openly gave affection to him. Yukio knew he couldn’t react as warmly. Was it his fear? His maturity? He just couldn’t do it. Wouldn’t. He thought you’d grow to love Rin more than him because of this only to be beautifully surprised when you lovingly held him in your arms.

“Hey, I love you both all the same. You’re my ducklings through and through! I’ve decided from this day on!”

Soon he was placed with that familiar ache when you waved goodbye from the window of their dorm on training camps. It was a good ache that affirmed the stringing demand that was creeping up his throat. He couldn’t let you leave them now. 

He can pinpoint the exact moment when this feeling first bloomed in his heart. It was so long ago, if he was anyone else he would have written it off as simply being a child, which he did for awhile, but he knew it was something more. It was back in preschool, Rin had returned to the class after a violent outburst at some kid he later claimed was a bully. While the teacher and other students avoided him like the plague there was one who refused to leave. Following Rin from afar, slowly inching her coloring station toward his–he couldn’t tell anyone why this irked him so. He also couldn’t defend his meddling when he crumpled the flowers left in his twin's cubby. He was his brother, who was she to take that from him?

It was an ugly habit of obsession one he realized he shared with his brother, as Rin mused absentmindedly. 

“Why…don’t we just keep them to ourselves, yeah? That way…they…won’t leave us.”

I mean it’d be bizarre if it weren’t for the two of them. With Rin’s inclination to have you baby him dividing your attention and his own perfectly timed conversations, it was nothing but a game to smother your ringing phone. Silencing it hours in advance so that any alarms or texts from whoever this 'persistent dude’ was. It was a tireless pursuit that seemed to unite him and Rin more than their shared demon heritage. 

It came to a head on a Summers's day watching from afar as you chased Rin with a hose. Yukio was particularly peeved not because he wasn’t on duty for distracting you that day he totally was but because your phone had been ringing off the chain. And whoever this mysterious caller was had caught on, texting you with random excuses about a glitching phone. Every time. He. Deleted. The contact. 

“You think you can keep this up?”

The coy question came from a familiar white terrier with a pink polka-dotted bow. Yukio groaned, harshly pushing up his glasses and biting back a snarl of his own. 

“Do you know who Denji is?”

The terrier's ears flattened and if it was possible its eye furrowed in anger. After a minute of likened frustration, an idea was spawned. Bringing a metaphorical smile to the dog’s face as he birthed a plan only obsessed freaks would concoct. 

“So? Will you help me?”

“Fine. But you can’t keep them to yourself. We won’t let you.”

“Of course not. I could only wish.”

It wasn’t long before there were some changes: a ring on your finger, you carrying that stupid dog around with you, and wearing strangely bright accessories that most certainly weren’t yours. All indicative of the newest addition in your life–a fiance named Mephisto Pheles. The principal and their current guardian: Mephisto Pheles. 

Suddenly Yukio and Rin are subjected to chaotic dinners with you and Mephisto. Days that were previously filled with your voice encouraging them were complimented by Mephisto’s ominous laughing and playful insults. But you were there and you were theirs, a promise you firmly upheld whenever you began an uncomfortable talk about your relationship. 

And even as you reached over your purple-haired husband to wave goodbye, blowing kisses as the limousine revved up, Yukio notes the sound of unsatisfied obsession. Watching the hands that linger around your waist and the caked-up makeup on your neck. He makes the realization that this too was a case of that feeling bubbling to the surface. The obsessive arm around your shoulders, the out-of-place stickers on your things, and the oddly convenient way Mephisto was always at the door, waiting to escort you home. 

It dawns on him how similar they are. Perhaps the string of obsession was a family thing. He didn’t entirely hate that.

“Welcome to the family (Y/n).”

[kamiyama-host-yukio]

...Do people actually know my last name?

I realize I've never said it to anyone before...

[kaito-yuki]

-when Yukio and Izumi start dating, taking her to FT for the first time-

(cc) Natsu: You tell your son to get away from my daughter, he’s bad news!

(cc) Gray: You’re bad news! He just gave her a hug, friends can do that too!

-Natsu and Gray start brawling-

(FT) Kaito: I am beginning to understand why all my children changed guilds.

(BP) Yukio: -joined Blue Pegasus- Haha, this is still our home, father.

" So this is Fairy Tail ? "

@kaito-yuki

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

The Demon Trio: *kisses Yukio's face all over and their tails wag fast*

He was carrying something to surprise his lovers for their birthday. Though, he was not expected to get kisses all over with tails wagging. He yelps to blush. "Uhhh H..Happy birthday and hi.." he said blushing more. They were seriously adorable.

[miharuki]

𝔉𝔞𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 day 3

𝔜𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯

Yukio's atelier was always bathed in a soft light, reflecting the delicacy with which he painted. His agile hands moved the brush over the canvas as if they were dancing. Every stroke, every shadow, every color was chosen with an almost obsessive precision. He was known as an artistic genius, capable of capturing the soul of everything he painted. But no one knew that his true inspiration came from a single person: (name).

Yukio had been watching her for months, in secret. He saw her every day, whether at the art school or when she passed by the gallery where he worked. Every detail of her was etched into his mind — the sparkle in her eyes, the way her hair softly fell over her shoulders, the quiet smile she gave the world without knowing it was meant for him. He was obsessed, but he knew he couldn't approach her. Not yet. He wanted the moment to be perfect.

At first, he only painted her in secret. His studio was filled with canvases bearing her image. Some showed (name) smiling, others captured her in moments of distraction, but all had one thing in common: the almost religious adoration he felt for her. Yukio always told himself that painting was the only way to express what he felt, the desperate and suffocating love that consumed him. But that was never enough. He needed more.

Then he started leaving small anonymous gifts for her. Mysterious notes, exotic flowers, and eventually, paintings. The first painting was left at (name)’s doorstep, unsigned. It was a portrait of her sitting by a window, with sunlight bathing her face. She would never know that Yukio had spent hours secretly observing her to capture that exact moment.

“For the woman who lights up my world, even without knowing it. With all my love.” — read the note attached to the painting.

(Name) was confused, but also intrigued. Who could have painted that? And how did they know so much about her?

As the days passed, Yukio grew more and more impatient. His obsession intensified. He couldn’t stand the idea of (name) being interested in anyone other than him. In his studio, his paintings began to change. The colors, once soft and serene, became intense and dark. He painted her surrounded by shadows, with a look of fear, trapped in his canvases like a captured goddess.

One day, Yukio couldn’t hold back anymore. He decided it was time to approach her. With his heart pounding, he waited outside the art class, carrying another one of his creations. This time, the portrait showed (name) in a more intimate, almost vulnerable pose, as if she were sharing a secret with him, and only him.

When she came out, Yukio quietly approached. "I made something for you," he murmured, extending the painting toward her. (Name) recognized him immediately — the reserved student, always lost in his paintings.

“What… is this?” she asked, surprised and a little uneasy as she looked at the deeply personal portrait.

“You,” he said simply, his dark eyes fixed on her. “It’s always you, (name). From the moment I saw you, I knew. I knew it was fate. I paint you because… you are all I see.”

(Name)'s discomfort grew, but Yukio didn’t care. She needed to understand. “No one else deserves you,” he continued, his voice growing darker. “No one else can see you the way I do. You are perfect, and I keep you in my paintings, where no one else can touch you.”

(Name) took a step back, the unease intensifying. “Yukio… this is… too much. I don’t…”

But he interrupted her, gripping her hand with a firmness that made her shiver. “I love you, (name). You are my muse, my inspiration, my everything. And I will do anything to make sure no one else takes you from me.”

In his eyes, (name) saw something that terrified her — an intensity that bordered on madness. She pulled her hand away, quickly stepping back, but Yukio only smiled, a cold and determined smile.

She could try to run, she could try to resist, but Yukio knew that, in the end, she would be his. Because he had captured her in his paintings, in his mind, and in his heart. And there, in the world he had created for them, (name) would be his forever.

Masterlist Fanfictober

[booksofadventures-archived]

Guest muses

{ Added my guest muses to my pinned post so to officially announce the visitors to the blog! Which this is also a starter call for them so please like and specify a muse! }

Everyone's favourite chaos dorito - Bill Cipher!

The world's greatest sorcerer - Merlin!

The youngest exorcist in the world - Yukio Okumura

And VERY tentatively bringing back my doctor - 11th Doctor!

[gluku-pikron]

Stealing this monthly wrap-up from my beloved spouse.

What I Read in February 2025:

Voices of the Fallen Heroes - Yukio Mishima

Superbloom - Nicholas Carr

Wise Children - Angela Carter

We Do Not Part - Han Kang

Gliff- Ali Smith

Mickey7 - Edward Ashton

Bride - Ali Hazelwood

London Triptych - Jonathan Kemp

Hello Stranger - Manuel Betancourt

The Time Machine - H.G. Wells

The War of the World - H.G. Wells

The Invisible Man - H.G. Wells

State of Paradise - Laura van den Berg

Two-Step Devil - Jamie Quatro

Mornings Without Mii - Mayumi Inaba

Journey to the Centre of the Earth - Jules Verne

Lots of opinions under the cut. TW for brief mentions of incest and trafficking.

Cover collage hastily compiled with https://sudwald.github.io/bookcollage/

Voices of the Fallen Heroes - Yukio Mishima: Later-career short works by Mishima. Mishima's at his best, in my humble opinion, when he's writing about horrible murder-suicides and unresolved desire. This is a man who understands the grotesque erotic undercurrent of repression (both individual and societal) and whose best work reflects that. Unfortunately, these were…mostly not that, and mostly bland. Several of these felt like Mishima attempting to write things in the vein of Edogawa Ranpo and not really understanding what makes Ranpo fun. I suspect we're reaching the last of what remains untranslated in Mishima's oeuvre, and we're getting into the least-interesting and least-polished pieces. Oh well.

Superbloom - Nicholas Carr: None of these "social media panic" books ever have anything new to say, and yet my dumb ass keeps reading them and hoping they will.

Wise Children - Angela Carter: High-spirited magical realism. Essentially like if the two neighbor ladies in Coraline were identical twin sisters and committed considerably more incest in their septuagenarian years. Everyone in this book has fantastic names. The Wikipedia page for this novel reads like someone's book report. Probably would not read this again.

We Do Not Part - Han Kang: A snowblind fever dream of a novel. Overall Han Kang ranking in order of enjoyment would be Greek Lessons, Human Acts, We Do Not Part, The White Book, and finally The Vegetarian.

Gliff - Ali Smith: Apparently there is a companion novel to this coming out sometime later this year. I enjoyed this one, but I am reserving judgment until then.

Mickey7 - Edward Ashton: Read this in preparation for Bong Joon-Ho's new film. Unfortunately, Ashton writes like a marginally less annoying Andrew Weir. Praying Bong Joon-Ho can do something smarter and more graceful than this clunky li'l thing. One extra star for being bold enough to include the only selfcest threesome I've ever read outside of fandom.

Bride - Ali Hazelwood: Every once in a while, I'll think to myself, "I know I disliked this sort of thing when I tried it years ago, but maybe I'll enjoy it now." It's happened for sweet potatoes and lavender-scented soaps, so I picked up a random popular romantasy to see if it extended to literary genres as well. It did not. My disdain for this is not the fact that it's written by someone who seems to exclusively rewrite the same Reylo fics she churned out years ago, it's the fact that the main character's name is "Misery," played apparently completely straight, and that it does absolutely nothing fun with its werewolf vs. vampire arranged marriage premise. Who knows, though, maybe I'll try another romantasy in five years and love it. Receives the dubious honor of "most hated of the month."

London Triptych - Jonathan Kemp: A reread from 2020. Not nearly as enamored with it as I was when I first read it, but still enjoyed.

Hello Stranger: Musings on Modern Intimacies - Manuel Betancourt: Some fun, spritely, insightful essays in here and some that my eyes glazed over while reading. Still, I'd like to give this one a closer rereading, especially the beginning few pieces.

Three Novels by H.G. Wells, Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne - They were fine.

State of Paradise - Laura van den Berg: Trying to do too much at once. Somehow both sweaty and frigid. Too flighty to commit to any of its conceits.

Two-Step Devil - Jamie Quatro: I have a soft spot for religious fanaticism and pathetic old men, so. Deals with some pretty rough topics, including child trafficking. Sometimes seems a little afraid of its own heaviness. Deliciously experimental. Read in one sitting on a delayed flight to San Diego. Favorite of the month.

Mornings Without Mii - Mayumi Inaba: A brief, messy little memoir about a woman and her cat, with lots of questionable animal welfare issues. I think maybe the publishers were trying to cash in on the current "cozy Japanese lit" trend, but… oof.

[tonguetiedraven]

thank you @29rynoah for the tag ^^

First Line Writer Game

Saw this game and thought it would be a fun exercise!

My last 10 works and their opening lines:

A Muse of Fire - He did not think twice about the words, here at the front of their Kondou hall, he had made his thoughts clear as the clouds rolled over head, bringing more snow on this accurssedly long winter

The World Turns and the World Changes - The fire was flickering in front of Ryuuji's eyes as he carefully dug into what was left of his meal.

All that We Wish to Stay - Ryuuji toddled into the kitchen with a, “mama?” and a sleepy yawn as he rubbed at his eye, dragging his blanket behind him with his other hand.

With Glimmering Eyes - Ryuuji, despite his gruff and intimidating appearance, found himself often moved to tears.

Not Always What We See - Ryuuji had missed too much in the last month.

BRS and Other Thoughts - It was right there, written in bold but messy characters, which told Ryuuji everything he needed to know about who had written the request for that name.

The Taming of the Trees - “Why did it happen?”

A Notice on Notice- Yukio’s class was full of idiots.

A Not So Marble-ous Plan - For ten years he had guarded Mephy Land.

Bathe and Breathe - It was a ritual at this point.

I went with stories that were just by me instead of cowritten, and mostly stuck with one shots because they tend to have more variety on how I start. Typically I do a declarative statement, but I do find it hilarious that one of the only quotes in the entirety of The Taming of the Trees was in the opening. I am also proud of myself that only half of these are bonrin xD I am also either wordy af or short and too the point.

Tagging: @marble-wolf @weird-felt-hat @shanny-banany @hydok

(If you don't have ten fics, go with chapter starts ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ ) )