#I had PANDAS so this is not normal btw

[detentiontrack]

When I was 10/11 I had strep throat basically every single day for 2 years because the bacteria lived in my tonsils so I kept getting reinfected every time the antibiotic course ended (I was also on high dose antibiotics every day for around 3 years but that’s another story) and when my tonsils were removed, the very experienced ENT told me that they were hands down the worst tonsils she had ever seen in her life. She described them as “swiss cheese” with craters and holes. My biggest regret in life is that I was never able to keep my tonsils after removal because they had to be sent to a lab. Imagine if I could have kept them in a jar and used them as room decor????

[suniix]

Hiii!!! Request for Yuta, where reader knows Yuta has a crush on them, and gives them time to confess but ends up getting fed up with how shy he is, and just blurts out how much they like him, in the most random setting. luv ur writing btw (:

surprise confession | yuta x reader

word count | 1k+

note | IM GLAD YOU LIKE MY WRITING!! also sorry this took so long anon!! i got stuck on what random scenario to use, originally i was going to have the reader confess on a roller coaster but somehow it changed. if anyone wants me to write a roller coaster version lmk 👍 (also sorry if he’s a ooc im having a huge writers block moment 😣)

You thought yourself to be a patient person, truly, but Yuta’s hesitance was beginning to drive you insane.

At first his shy behavior was cute. The shared glances, the way his cheeks would turn a cute shade of red whenever you complimented him, the way he’d stumble over his words when trying to compliment you back; you couldn’t get enough of it. Any day now he would pull you aside and pour his heart out to you.

But quickly a day turned into a couple of days, which turned into weeks, which then turned into months.

And quickly your patience ran out.

You began to think your feelings were once sided. Maybe you had just imagined everything. Maybe you had projected your own feelings onto him which caused you to misinterpret every gesture, word, and action. Had you simply over analyzed every encounter, searching for any hidden meanings behind his every action?

Doubt began to cloud your mind. You began to withdraw yourself from him, hoping that your limited actions would help your feelings disappear.

It wasn’t until while roaming the halls late at night you heard Yuta having a secret conversation with Panda that you confirmed it.

“Just tell them already!” Panda’s hushed voice was immediately silenced by another.

“I can’t!” That had to be Yuta.

“What do you mean you can’t? You like them, just ask them out!”

The two bickering voices began to grow distant when they started walking away from you. You stood leaning against the wall, a giant smile making its way onto your face.

With your heart nearly jumping out of your chest you happily walked back to your room.

Despite the conversation you heard between the two, nothing changed.

In fact, it seemed as though Yuta’s shyness increased, making it harder for you to even talk to him at all. You’ve thought about making the first move and asking him out first, but every time you try and bring up casually hanging out together, alone, he stutters out an excuse to talk to you later and nearly runs out the room.

At this point, you’re not even sure what to think. Instead of trying to come up with possible ideas as to why Yuta wouldn’t say anything, you've come to accept the fact he likely isn’t looking to be in a relationship. Which, given the whole Rika situation, makes sense. So instead, in an attempt to try and move on again, you went back to avoiding him.

“(Y/n), Yuta!” Maki called out, catching both you and Yuta’s attention. She began walking towards the both of you and gestured to the field behind her. “Both of you, on the field now. It's your turn to spar.”

But it seemed the universe had different plans for the both of you.

Before you even had a chance to protest, Maki and Panda walked past the two of you. “When I get back we’ll switch, until then keep sparring.” Maki stated, seemingly knowing you didn’t agree with the pairing.

You watched as they walked away, feeling Yuta’s eyes on you. Without saying a word, you stand up and grab your weapon and begin walking over to the field. As much as you didn’t want to be paired up with him, there's no use in arguing about it. You wanted to avoid any unnecessary drama that would come from asking to spar with someone else.

Once the two of you stood across each other you initiated the first move, charging at him with a force you normally wouldn’t use.

Yuta definitely noticed, stumbling a couple of times trying to keep up with your pace. “Hey, did I do something wrong?” Yuta asked, grunting as he tried to hold back the force of your wooden spear with his own.

“No, what makes you say that?” You respond, backing away to prepare another attack.

“It’s just that you’ve been avoiding me—” Yuta stumbles back when you suddenly attack, struggling to keep up with your pace. “What did I do to make you so upset?!”

Hearing those words made something snap in you. “That’s just it! You’ve done nothing!!” You yelled.

Yuta stumbled back, landing on his back while looking at you with wide eyes at your sudden outburst.

“I’ve waited and waited for you to say anything. I heard you and Panda talking in the hallway the other night, I know you like me, but it sucks just waiting around for something to happen! I’m upset because I like you too! A lot actually!!”

Yuta’s jaw slightly drops, watching as your eyes begin to water.

You quickly turn away from him and wipe your eyes. You didn’t expect to let it all out at that moment, but just hearing what he said combined with that confused look on his face made you angry. You felt as if you were the only one suffering in this situation.

The realization of what you said began to kick in and you felt your ears burn with embarrassment. Did you seriously just blurt out how much you liked him in the middle of sparring? You were definitely going to remember this moment years into the future when you’re trying to go to sleep.

Standing up, Yuta hesitantly approached you, afraid any subtle movement from him would make you run away. He clears his throat, catching your attention. You hesitantly look back at him, feeling even more embarrassed when you see Yuta’s worried expression.

“I’m sorry for not saying anything sooner, honestly, I had no idea how to approach you about it and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with how I felt..”

You shake your head. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take my anger out on you and put you on the spot like that. Just, ignore what I said—”

“No!!”

His sudden yell startled you. Seeing the look on your face Yuta retracts his hand, you kinda wish he didn’t move his hand away. “I don’t want to ignore what you said. Um, how about after we finish practicing we.. go out to eat? Would that be okay?” He hesitantly asked.

You took a moment to respond, taking in how his eyes shifted from you to the ground, his cheeks slowly becoming more red by the minute. Struggling to hold back a smile you nod.

“Yea, I’d like that.”

thank you for reading till the end! :D

masterlist

[mushiewrites]

CONRGRATS!!!! 300 followers is so cool I’m so happy for you! :D

for the fics, what inspired rise & shine and what possessed you to write Round One and The short(s) Struggle

from this milestone post / rise & shine / round one / the short(s) struggle

I am excited about explaining all of these, they are all so special to me omg elliot thank u for sending them in <3

also loving that you asked what possessed me, bc honestly I have no idea :D but whatever it was, it needs to do it again right now

rise & shine was written purely out of spite and 1000000% towards summer bc she was being a little shit and I was feeling evil.

exhibit A:

once summer told me she thought george was the meanest, I went with sap with the lee bc I hc both of them with horribly sensitive thighs, so it was always gonna be between snf since the target spot I had in mind....was thighs (gee I wonder why???????)

after that I kind of blacked out and wrote it. It was done pretty quickly, like I've mentioned before I'm way more motivated to finish something when it's targeted at someone else! (: it's just more fun and it doesn't really feel like I'm pressured to finish it or anything bc I want to sooooo bad anyways! and like I did with my other fics targeted at summer (yes there are multiple! :D) I just included things I knew got to her, and bam, good reactions!

exhibit B & C:

so yeah, this is why rise & shine was made! there was no planning in advance, nothing leading up to writing the fic, it was simply bc summer was being a little shit and I was feeling evil enough to write a reaaaaaally mean fic at her <3

I do it purely for the "MUSHIE", which I have sooooo many screenshots saved of <3

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okay......round one. okay. look. this was also for lee!george week, and it was born bc I NEEDED to do an intense tk day. it's just my branding, I needed them to destroy poor lil georgie ):

it's a litttttttttle bit self indulgent Im not gonna lie. a lot of what was written was from possibly personal experience, and I really just tried to write a lot of what I thought would be super intense tks for george (I also added in lil digs at someone but I will not be naming who <3)

I wanted to explore things that I hadn't publicly posted yet, like oil and some specific tools. I actually had a lot more plans for this fic, a lot more spots and tools and techniques, but I was running out of time, and left it off so I could revisit it as a sequel (which I absolutely am, I already have some plans written out)

but uh....mostly this one was self indulgent. I can't even lie about it, it was definitely written for me (and a few other people) more than anything 🫠

that's all I'm saying about round one (: <333333

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short struggle!!!! my tiny sap in his tiny shorts!!!!! literally was inspired by the tiny shorts he was wearing when he streamed a clothing haul when he was in LA <3 my brain chemistry has never been the same since <3

like….look at him???????

I have been saying this for half of my fics but like….I really was just mindless when I wrote this? I saw sap thighs and immediately got the idea for dream and george to latch on and never ever EVERRRRRRRR let go <3

sap is so tiny and small and a baby panda, and normally I love when people are sweet to him, but I just needed him to get his shit absolutely ROCKED in this, I have no explanation really, just that my brain went insane and I made dnf do what I wanna do to him :3

this was cals reaction in the middle of me writing the fic btw:

“why me!?” is one of my favorite lil dialogues I’ve written for sap just bc I can hear it so clearly in his lil raspy voice through his lil raspy giggles with his lil nose scrunch <3

short(s) struggle was purely bc sap couldn’t help but show off his thighs on stream, and i couldn’t help but destroy them <3333333

[possuminnit]

What’re your hybrid headcanons? :o

Scott my friend I have So many... Ramble time ^_^

ctommy's is Obvious.. opossum!! If you want specifics then Virginia opossum:3

cdream is a rattlesnake. <- heavily affected by tommy HC... Possums are immune snake venom + can Eat them and cdream Is like oh boy I don't have power over him this sucks and boom exile. SHORT EXPLAINATIOM... I have longer posts about it ^_^.. actually idk if I Ever mentioned this in posts But part of my HC for him is that he slips in a Tiny bit of his poison either in food or drinks to people, helps fuck them up so dream can be like Hayyy U should be Really self destructive Btw! (See; pogtopia)

dxd is a king cobra.See Above

CTINA.. Betta fish. Why? Because they're pretty and it makes sense to me... She's just a fishie girl with her plant gf....

cwilbur is a bat-eared fox... His hybrid process is Weird because in my head he fits so many animals. Fruit bat, foxes, cats OBV. but I hate going with the obvious choice so I said hmm ok bat-eared fox!!! Also like look at them. That's cwilbur alright... ALSO works well with ctommy. With possums camping out in other animals dens and bat-eared foxes making really elaborate dens and stuff.. :3

cPhil is a vulture! Specifically a black vulture. Because of his whole angel of death thing, I thought him being a vulture would be cool. Also I wanted him to eat cwilbur when he died because cannibalism and the whole thing with when a loved one dies you eat them to have them with you forever (something like that, probably a little off ..) also just look at them they're cool

ctechno... Pallas cat... Please look at them. Like that's him. He is a big grumpy looking cat that stands on his tail when his paws get cold. HES A SWEETHEART

cquackity SORTA I'm iffy on. I like him as a tiger bc cool but gods him as a roadrunner makes my head spin. The whole thing with them also being predator to rattlesnakes and the whole prison arc... Like Hello. It makes sense to me ....

cslimecicle. DUMBO OCTOPUS. WHY? look them up. I'm realizing a lot of these are "look at them" but.. trust me. I'm right I prommy. He's still slimey though Btw!!!

ckarl is a bunny because it's cute and his lore reminds me of the bunny thing where they start turning their head and cannot stop it til they die. Normal thought process I have

ctubbo black widow because the ideas behind it make me CRAZY. also cranboo dead He's a Widow. C'mon. Btw he's trans so he has the red marking and his looks slightly like a nuke symbol<3 he makes rings out of STRING CAN U HEAR ME..

speed round of some I don't have explanations for but are a thing!!! cfoolish - armadillo lizard. cgeorge - jellyfish. cponk - red panda. Apparently I had a hc where channah is a butterfly so boom yeah that too

[basically-an-anime-stan-acct]

JJK CHAPTER 231 LEAKS

Side note: why did I never realize I could use this line thing that separates the title from the rest of the post the entire time I’ve been posting leaks 🫠

Chapter starts with Kusakabe asking everyone if anyone has ever been seriously punched by Gojo. Lmaoooo Panda says he tried but couldn’t hit. Yuta says he got hit with limitless once but not seriously.

Kusakabe (the man with all the answers apparently lmaoooo) explains that Gojo overlaps the effect of blue, which sucks things in and enhances his fist with CE. Hakari adds that it feels like getting hit from something harder even though it’s just a normal punch. Kiara asks if it hurts to which Yuta and Hakari answer that they threw up 😂

A Nanami crumb 🥹 miss him. 🫶🏼 anyway…

Yuji says that Nanami had told him once to not compare himself to Gojo if Yuji aspired to being a sorcerer. Nanami adds “Long story short, it feels like I can’t keep up with his shit” LMFAOOOOOOOO same Nanami, same.

BACK TO THE BATTLEFIELD

And we see Gojo flinging Sukuna EVERY DAMN WHERE LMAOOOO

Gojo took the whole “drag him” thing literally 😂

Gojo later makes all the debris around him get sucked in with Sukuna who of course survives it. Next, Gojo tries to crush Sukuna with his feet but Sukuna doges it and then tries to do the same.

Monkey see Monkey do huh Sukuna? Ever heard Monkey get in trouble too 😂😂😂

Gojo then uses SHADOW CLONE JUTSU. (Wait this a thing in JJK? 😂😂 thought this was Naruto for a second 😭 bye leave me alone lol) anyway… all the clones simultaneously try to punch Sukuna.

Update: The reference is most likely to Killua's speed mirage walk. Which makes more sense. Sorry for the misinformation lol it was a joke posted by the leaker but I didn’t realize this. 🙏🏼

But Sukuna holds the real Gojo’s hands and punches him back so hard that Gojo goes flying 😂 but Gojo being Gojo grabs onto a traffic light signal and sits on top of it

GO OFF KING 🫡👏🏼

I’m talking about Gojo btw lol

[antimony-medusa]

I posted 19,359 times in 2022

That's 10,621 more posts than 2021!

1,848 posts created (10%)

17,511 posts reblogged (90%)

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I tagged 3,616 of my posts in 2022

#dsmp spoilers - 697 posts

#technoblade - 587 posts

#osmp - 312 posts

#cw death - 264 posts

#ask game - 180 posts

#philza - 166 posts

#tubbo - 160 posts

#my writing - 90 posts

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#r/place - 69 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#ranboo's eyeliner— the exact colour of his skin but reversed on his different sides he is proud of it and the steady hand it takes to apply

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Okay so by my count that is three teams with an active physical nerf. 

Lime Llamas: had to sub their s-tier (Illumina) for Antfrost an hour before the stream, they had never met before they joined call. 

Purple Pandas: Phil is sick and doped up on cough syrup

Orange Ocelots: Martyn has COVID. 

4,676 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

#4

So what’s the list of IRL nerfs for MCC participants this time? 

Grian just got back from Germany and is gonna be travel-lagged.

Foolish is in the middle of his 48 hour stream and is gonna be playing on no sleep.

Tubbo’s going to be playing from a field? (?)

6,132 notes - Posted September 24, 2022

#3

Okay but also I am so tickled by the implication, from what Phil said, that the moments after Ranboo tweeting that were filled with half his discord contacts messaging him ‘dude did you mean to come out on Twitter. I know you’re running a fever. Do you need me to lie to cover your tracks.’

7,365 notes - Posted April 26, 2022

#2

So his last in-character stream was bringing a kid back to his dad and saying sorry, being a dubious anarchist, and destroying phil’s nice lawn. 

Tracks. 

8,374 notes - Posted June 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Btw, if you have not had tragedy dropped on you before, grief does fuck you up in unexpected and physical ways. If you can’t sleep or sleep more than expected or have more or reduced appetite, or energy goes weird— your brain just had a bunch of emotions dropped on it and sometimes it reacts by hitting every button in your brain. It will pass. Just try to not get too frustrated with yourself.

It’s also fine if you feel normal. Grief literally hits everybody differently, and some people are made to be able to to keep the farm going the day after a death, and some of us turn into sleepless gargoyles and get really into trying to help, and some of us are just unspeakably sad. Grief is weird. Be kind to yourself.

35,319 notes - Posted June 30, 2022

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[vertigoambrosia]

looking at some jujutsu kaisen again

nanami is hilarious; my man fucking hates work just like everyone else

i know spoilers about him but for now we stan one (1) guy who wishes he didn't have to have a job

it's really hard to skip the intro/ending themes on free crunchyroll (at least on the roku app) before the ads come in so i'm lucky the ending theme is really catchy

(i know i could just stream on my computer where i have adblock, but i like being able to watch shit on the tv)

i know about the hidden inventory arc so it's intereting seeing geto here

poor ichiji he's just a little normal guy

noooo leave junpei's mom alone!

that finger had extra crust on it

btw i can't believe in that ending bit gojo basically sent nanamin dickbutt

someone has to have made that edit, right?

what the fuck man! i was not expecting that to happen to junpei

poor guy

...why am i watching curses play popup pirate

nanamiiiiiii

oh no we're getting nanami flashbacks he's done for :(

oh no he's even prettier with the glasses off

i can see why people go feral for him on twitter

YUJIIIIIII

he said FUCK YOUR DOMAIN

uhhh thanks for the meatball recipe i guess?

oh it's tournament time now?

oh jogo has his body again

man i hate mahito so much

those stictches on geto's head are freaking me out; makes me think of lobotomy :(

oh new opening???

i love that nanami and gojo hang out

a robot??????????

man this show's tone is really all over the place

feels weird to have wacky tournament time right after that mahito fight

gojo is loveable but it must be a nightmare actually having to deal with him

new ending is quite skippable i miss the old one

ok now it's tournament time

maybe

ohhh todo is gonna get wrecked, isn't he? (like he deserves)

or wait he thinks he's found his soulmate or something because they both like the same type of girl

seriously what is this

LMAO at the inoki quote

ok for real though why is there a robot

i don't remember the third first year's name and i feel bad about it

tbh i don't remember a lot of student's names rn but it's different since she's a main character (or at least on the same level of character as megumi)

i'm tired of todo honestly

man todo really thinks he and itadori are a Fated Battle i guess

...what's a pepper-kun?

oh what the fuck is this creepy ass mechamaru shit?

omggg baby panda!!!

damn mechamaru probably isn't even that poor guy's real name

i hope...

'humans are creepy' that's such a funny way to put it

eat shit witch girl

oh that nail technique is siiiick

fuck yeah nobara!!

ok but if mai and maki are both rejected by the clan why is mai such a jerk about it?

like obviously mai's life in the clan sucks too, but i'm just not gaining the sympathy for her i feel like i'm suppossed to

ok i didnt' see her not even wanting to be a sorceror coming

maybe i'm being too harsh

another recipe?

ok can the chuunin exams finish already?

i love that this is supposed to be a curse felling contest but everyone's just doing pvp

man the eyes always closed character design really annoys the shit out of me so i'm glad at least kumo has a reason for it

ooo voice guy!

i love miwa and hate the kyoto principal

damn these clans aren't just dysfunctional, they're antiquated sexism dysfunctional

oh mahito's here to end the chuunin exams early

lmaooo wtf the old man's weapon is rock?

these post-episode skits are so weird

i should be asleep but i'm not :)

noo nue :(

and inumaki i guess :(

main boy is back!

hah i guess i'm getting invested enough to not have a lot to say

todo wtf

'imma let u die if you don't hit that move, bestie' (but also give you important advice)

finally after a lot of talking and exposition todo actually starts helping

man i really want to see what his technique is but it is also almost five in the morning and i've watched like six episodes in a row so i guess i'll stop here for now

[achairwithapandaonit]

Still not over the WIP names [not saved] (or, I guess, not named?) what's that one about??

that one has since been renamed 'OKAY gay boy'. it's a scene from one of my fic wips that i wanted to draw cause i was like patting myself on the back over the description like oh yeah panda you're so cool and smart and clever and funky.

i coloured it a little but then was like yeah panda. just trying to colour guess how it would look at night isn't working out for u you numpty. i think it would definitely fit what i wrote better if i tried a more painted lineless approach? or had a limited colour palette? or coloured it normally first then tinted it blue? who knows, but i had fun with those little sparkle effects that krita has.

this is the quote btw:

Mike decides that he’s never getting over Will five minutes into the journey, when Will gets distracted staring out of the window and the glow of the street lamps outside catch his eyelashes, painting them like sparkling, orange fairy dust.

[secretsivekept]

I needed an illustration piece for portfolio stuff, so the last few days I’ve been working nonstop on a mock up book cover for an old story I made up when I was twelve LOL

It would be called “A Dragon’s Tail” but i have no graphic design skills whatsoever so there’s no typography on this book cover mockup

If you want a basic (and chaotically organized) rundown of the plot, keep reading under the cut LOL

In the OG story, there's 3 main characters: Adrien (QuetzalCoatl, or feathered serpent), Penny (a normal human) and Silver Stride (a unicorn).

Adrien the dragon was originally the main character that we follow (and if I were to ever rewrite this, she would continue to be the main character. I only put Penny in the center of the cover because it worked better for the composition i was going for, and I didn't have time to explore more variations.)

Anyway, Adrien's mother goes missing, and she teams up with a Penny, and Silver Stride, who have also lost their families to an evil wizard named Rogabas, who for mysterious reasons is kidnapping dragons, unicorns, and other wizards for an evil purpose.

No i can't remember what that purpose was, and i don't think my 12 year old self would know either tbh

The three characters would go on this epic journey to find the lair of Rogabas and meet a whole assortment of fantastical creatures along the way, like a giant talking goat named Merryweather who guards a bridge (a bridge passed down from generation to generation after winning it from a troll and demands golden carrots as a toll to cross it), good werewolves and bad werewolves, gargoyles who guard libraries, and I can’t remember why but in my old drawings there’s also this manticore (or maybe just a lion) with sunglasses for some reason. Maybe he’s just there to chill, idk.

Also there would be two side kick characters, who are two of Penny’s dad’s familiars ((((oh yeah penny’s dad is a wizard, too, unbeknownst to her)))) and guardians of “Magic Rock TM” that the evil wizard Rogabas is after. The side kick characters are two overzealous, punch-first-ask-questions-later rabbits named Flopsy and Mopsy, who are enchanted to know karate. (There is a whole leigion of karate rabbits who guard “Magic Stone TM”.)

(((If you’re wondering why a wizard would enchant rabbits to know karate, well of course every wizard usually has a collection of animal familiars enchanted to know a specific type of martial arts to guard their magical artifacts. This is standard practice, don’t you know? 12 year old me definitely wasn’t going off the title of “kung fu panda” and start making a whole bunch of animals like “Kung Fu Kitty” or Jujutsu Doggy” or “Judo-Penguins” or Tae Kwon Do Tigers)))

Also, I don’t know what “Magic Stone TM” is, I just remember it was a big important thing Rogabas was after.

ALSO also, 12 year old me decided that Adrien was adopted by a European dragon and had 2 siblings, Martin (a european dragon) and Cho (a chinese dragon) who were also both adopted, but If I were to rewrite it think it would be simpler to keep it to just Adrien and her adopted mom, just to keep the keep the already big cast to a more manageable number LOL

(Btw, “Rogabas” is the latin word for “You were asking” and when my sister and I were learning latin, we thought that word sounded like the name for an evil wizard and laughed ourselves silly saying “you were asking, evil lord Rogabas??” Over and over)

Basically the story would be this wild comedy adventure with a lot of magical tropes and shenannigans thrown in.

[bestiesenpai]

Canidae - Geto Suguru

Ah, my first hybrid au and full on yandere piece for jjk! A momentous occasion, I hope everyone likes it lol, femme reader btw. 7.5k words

part two

Content warnings: pseudo-incest, yandere shit, kidnapping, not a/b/o but there’s mentions of going into heat, size difference(although I’m not sure how well I wrote it), talking about a past murder(but no actual killing), choking, stalking, dumbification, kind of shy/skittish reader, drugging(w/ pills and w/ a syringe), brief mention of drug usage, needles, slimy men...there’s a lot of slimy men in here

(S/N) = stage name

It’s been about two months since you ran away from home. You try not to think about it, but in the quiet moments of the day, the hours that you should be using to sleep before your next shift, during meals and even at work, it creeps up like a sickness that just won’t leave.

You hadn’t wanted to leave your home, even if the people there weren’t really your family by blood. After being adopted by the Getou family in your late childhood, you thought life would get better. They seemed like a wonderful family of fox hybrids, all silky black hair and cunning little smiles. Although they weren’t in your same species family, as a house cat you could get along with them easily, a subtle praise to evolution for making foxes more like cats than dogs.

“Hey house cat, stop sulking by the bar and go talk to customers.” A slap on the wall next to you jolts you out of your thoughts and into the loud and bustling world around you.

“S-sorry boss.” Ducking your head away from your furious boss, you adjust the skimpy shorts and crop top that truly did nothing to hide your skin. Working at a seedy hostess bar wasn’t exactly the plan when you ran away, but they were the only place willing to hire you.

Looking out across the crowded bar floor, at least you didn’t have to worry about going out on the street and handing out flyers to get customers tonight. There were several men of different species and ages, sitting at the bar with dark liquor or having pretty bunny girls pour drinks from overpriced bottles at private tables.

Taking a glance at what table you’d been assigned, your stomach twisted in knots. It was a table full of lion men, their business suits wrinkled beyond hope and their manes even more disheveled than what was normal for a lion.

“Hey pretty kitty!” One of them shouted drunkenly, waving a large clawed hand at you as you shuffled closer.

“H-hello.” Giving a nervous wave, you felt a little better at seeing a coworker - a red panda hybrid - sitting between a few of them.

“Ah this is (S/N), she’s a newbie!” The girl, who called herself Fuyumi, announced. Holding up her glass in salute, she took a sip.

“Fresh meat huh?” Suddenly, all eyes were on you again, but the atmosphere shifted. A predatory look was shared between the group and a few men got up to let you slide into the booth, next to your coworker.

“What a pretty little thing you are.” A lion purred loudly next to you, putting a heavy hand around your arm and squeezing your shoulder.

“T-thank you! Let me- let me pour you a drink?” Shrinking under the weight and his lecherous gaze, you grabbed the liquor bottle they ordered and refilled a few drinks that needed to be topped up. Your ears were pressed flush to your head from the nerves, tail slightly puffed up behind you.

“So, your name is (S/N)?”

“Mhmm!” The stage name was something you thought of on the fly, trying to make it the least like your real name as possible. Accepting a drink from Fuyumi, you tried to ease the anxiety pricking at your skin.

Listening in on a story being told by one of the men, you tried to act like you were paying attention. Faking a smile, laughing loudly and keeping the drinks full - those were the only things on your mind. Not the clients walking by being escorted to secret back rooms or the people so obviously snorting something up at one of the tables in the back.

“(S/N), you’ve been quiet!” The man with his arm around you shook you side to side, his eyes falling to your breasts moving and being squished together when he squeezed you to him. “Tell us about yourself!”

“Uhm-” Taking a quick glance at Fuyumi, you cleared your throat. “Well I’m new to Tokyo-”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” He cut you off, an eager look in his eyes. You shook your head obediently. Even if you did have a boyfriend, you couldn’t say yes. You had to be seen as attainable, just within arms reach if they wanted to have you for themselves.

“That’s good, the boys in Tokyo won’t do you any good.” A man to your left chimed in. His shirt was unbuttoned, showing off his hairy chest covered in golden fur. “But the men in Tokyo are a different story.” He winked at you and you forced a giggle up, covering your mouth with your hand to hide your slight displeasure.

“Yeah, what you need is a man, (S/N). You seem so nervous!”

“House cats usually are.” Fuyumi piped up. Grabbing your chin, she pursed your lips with the tips of her white painted claws. “Isn’t that right?” Cooing at you like a baby, she shook your head and turned you to face the men at the table. “(S/N) was so nervous for her interview she nearly cried!”

A round of mocking teases sounded at the table as Fuyumi let go of you, some of them calling you a ‘poor baby’ while others offered to buy you another round of drinks to help you feel better. Your face burned, embarrassment and the close proximity of all the bodies around you making a light sheen of sweat glisten on your skin.

“I’m fine now, though, promise!” Biting your lip, you did as you’d practiced before your shift: putting an arm under your breasts, you pushed it up and tilted your head down, looking up at the men from beneath your lashes. “I feel much better with all these big strong men here.”

It made you sick, the way they all leered at your body and visibly adjusted the front of their pants. Ordering a few more bottles for the table, the sick feeling refused to leave. It clung to the back of your throat, rising bile that refused to be swallowed down.

Hours later, as the sun began to rise and proper members of society were starting to head to work for the morning, you were finally done with work. The table of lions had bought your time for the whole night, their egos boosted by your show of submission.

“You actually did okay tonight, house cat.” Your boss grunted, thumbing through the cash she was counting. “Here’s your cut.” Holding out a handful of bills, you knew better than to question how much was in it. The last time you’d tried to speak up about being shorted, your only window was shattered by a brick and it cost all of your money to fix it.

“Thank you.” Nodding politely, you took it from her hand. It felt slightly larger than normal, but you knew it wasn’t the full amount you’d been promised to receive when you started working. There was always a bit taken off the top, and since you were a newbie, even more.

Quickly changing into baggy sweatpants and a hoodie, you slinked out of the club's back entrance with your hood drawn tightly. Located in the red light district, no one batted an eye at you or where you worked, but it wasn’t them you were worried about.

Running away from home meant running away from the only family you had left, an over controlling big brother with an obsession. An obsession with you. Ever since you met, got adopted all those years ago, he had been infatuated with you.

As a young, freshly teenaged fox, suddenly acquiring a little sister had been exciting. Especially when it turned out you weren’t the same species. He always wanted to be around you, ask you questions about what it was like to be a cat. At first they were innocent, asking about your diet and favorite toys, but as he got older, his interest in you skewed.

You saw the search history on his computer, he spent hours researching cat hybrid heat cycles and when the best time to mate was. He started to go through your phone, taking it away from you under the guise of just being an annoying older brother while secretly looking through all your messages. Always getting jealous if you hung out with friends or didn’t want to sit in his room with him. And his friends knew about his obsession, feeding into it and talking about how much they wished to have a little sister like you, and if he’d be so kind as to share.

Your older brother became more obsessed with you while he was looking for a job after university. Spending hours applying for jobs and going to interviews, he wouldn’t shut up about getting a good job and moving out with you. And when he finally got that good job he always mentioned, that’s when you had to run.

Walking with your head down through the streets, waiting at a crosswalk to pass had you on edge. Just remembering the way he held your hand in public with a grip tight enough to cut off circulation had you shoving your hands into your pockets. A couple walked across the street with their arms around each other, and suddenly the suffocating weight of your brother's arm around your waist as he slept in your bed with you was back.

Forcing air through your lungs, you ran the rest of the way home. It wasn’t a long way to the crummy apartment block you called home and you were inside your cramped studio space and crumpled against the door in no time.

It didn’t always feel good to be in here with it’s water stained ceilings, barely usable pipes and the one, barely big enough window near the front door. You could hardly call it a home, it was just a room with the mattress you bought second hand and the clothes you ran away with strewn across the floor with a tiny kitchen shoved into the corner and a bathroom that surely wasn’t up to code.

But for now, it felt amazing. Your running had only exacerbated the exhaustion you had from working such grueling hours, and just crawling over to your dirty bed took all the energy you had left. With the sun beginning to rise properly into the sky, you closed your eyes and went to sleep.

The sudden alarm from the crappy phone you bought was what woke you up, the early evening sun and the sound of your neighbors yelling at one another through the walls pulling the last few bits of sleep from the edges of your mind.

And so do the set of crystal blue eyes staring in at you from your window, one that not even you can see out of because it’s too high.

“Sat-” The name catches in your throat, and when you blink again the eyes are gone. Rushing out of bed, you rip open the front door and look up and down the hallway. But there’s no one there, no bright white arctic fox fur to be seen, and certainly not the man attached to it.

Gripping the door tightly in your fingers, you linger in the threshold. The longer you stayed out, the more the vivid eyes watching you sleep became a memory, something your overworked mind must have conjured up as it went from sleeping to being awake. With a shaky sigh, you step back into your apartment to get ready for your next shift.

Meandering through the busy streets, you passed by shops that were starting to become familiar to you. There was the odd convenience store, a few illegal gambling dens with restaurant fronts, strip clubs and sex shops.

With time to kill before your shift, you dashed into a convenience store, it’s stark fluorescent lighting a nice switch from the everchanging neon signs outside. Scrounging up what little pocket change you had, you bought the cheapest food possible and sat down at the tiny table near the windows.

Eating slowly, trying to savor not only every bite but every minute before going back to work, a flash of white caught your eye as the convenience store door was opened. The little jingle that played was the only indication someone had actually entered, you barely saw the door open or close.

You could only see a glimpse of the pure white, not even a full on look. Glancing over your shoulder, you didn’t see anyone standing in the aisles, no ears stuck out to give you an indication as to who had come in.

But there was the feeling of being watched that had you on edge. When you turned fully away from the window to look at the store behind you, there wasn’t anyone watching you, yet the feeling still stuck. The target on your back had just been shot dead center, a sharp pang of fear gripped your heart the longer you looked at the seemingly empty aisles.

“Long way from home, little kitten.” A familiar face emerged from your right, but it wasn’t the man you thought it was.

“N-nanami?” It was a shock to see him in a neighborhood like this, his pristine suit more fitted for the financial district a few train stops over that he sometimes visited for work. He was in his usual suit, the one he liked to wear when he was over at your house, and his blond ears and tail were as immaculately trimmed and proper as ever.

“Hm, you’re not calling me Kento-nii anymore?” He said scornfully, sliding into the seat next to you and leaning his elbows on the table.

“Sorry, Kento-nii.” Bowing your head, you turned back to the table as well. Clenching your quivering hands in your lap, your claws dug into your skin to try and ground yourself. Kento hadn’t even said much and yet you were ready to pass out.

“Why’d you run away? You know we all miss you.” Leaning his head in his hands, Kento stared out the window at the people walking by. His lip curled a little in disgust, and a low growl rumbled from the back of his throat. “This isn’t the place for a girl like you.”

“You know why I had to leave.” Staring down at your hands, your eyes burned as you blinked away tears at the memories forcing their way back to you.

“I don’t. Enlighten me.”

“Kento-nii, please-” Your voice trembled, catching in your throat as it broke.

“Tell me, (Y/N). Why did you leave?”

“S-su-” It made you want to throw up just saying his name, so you didn’t. “He killed our parents.” Saying it out loud made the painful burn behind your eyes grow stronger until you were blinking hot tears down your cheeks.

“That’s not true.” Kento said calmly while turning to you. “Your parents died from-”

“Don’t lie for him!” You shouted, finally looking up at Kento. As soon as your voice raised, he wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, forcing your head against his chest and pulling you into a tight hug. Dipping his head down, Kento’s chin brushed your ears as he pressed his lips to them.

“Listen little kitten, you know better than to raise your voice at me. And you know better than to lie.” The fingers around your neck tightened and Kento dug the tips of his claws against your pulse. “Your parents died in a murder-suicide, nothing more nothing less.”

“Let go!” You sobbed, thrashing around in his hold. It was truly useless to try and fight against him. Foxes - and truly, a lot of other hybrid types - were much larger and stronger than you. There wasn’t any chance you had at trying to beat him in strength, but it didn’t mean you couldn’t try.

“Calm down, you’re making a scene.” Fully enclosing his hand around your neck, Kento squeezed the air from your throat and shut down the subsequent scream that followed. Reduced to whimpering, you stilled your body and tried to tug his hand off.

Gasping and choking when he finally let you go, your body was weak from the lack of oxygen and you fully slumped into Kento’s hold. Struggling to catch your breath, there was little solace you could find in his hand stroking between your shoulder blades.

“Come home, (Y/N).” He said gently, like he was coaxing a child into eating their unwanted vegetables.

“No.” Shaking your head weakly, your body trembled violently. Kento didn’t need to speak for you to know he wasn’t pleased with your answer, the pregnant pause that followed was enough.

“Why must you be so difficult, hm?” With a heavy, disappointed sigh, Kento let you sit upright again. Tsking at your bloodshot eyes dripping with tears, he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped your face clean.

Your lower lip shook as you looked up at him, honey colored eyes to match his blonde hair. Vertical pupils stared back at yours, the only thing the two of you really had in common.

“I’ll ask one more time: will you come home with me, (Y/N)?” Cupping your cheek, Kento wiped the snot dripping from your nose and the drool that had started to drip past your lip. “If you say no one more time, I can’t promise anything.”

“Kento-nii…” Sniffling pathetically, you blinked hard and shook your head.

“(Y/N).” Groaning in annoyance, Kento dropped his hands and put his head back. “I don’t think you’re listening-”

“Y-you listen to me!” Standing up abruptly, your chair fell over from the force and loudly clattered to the ground. “I’m never going back there! Not ever!” It was dangerous to shout at Kento, especially as you saw his pupils begin to dilate. Out of all your brothers friends, he was the one who took the rules most seriously.

Grabbing the food you had left, you ran out of the convenience store. As your feet slammed against the pavement, you didn’t dare look over your shoulder to see if he was chasing after you. Kento hadn’t been the type to play those sort of chase games back at home, but the desperation to have you back in that house was strong enough that he just might follow you.

Running all the way to the clubs back entrance, you slipped inside and hid in the storage room. No one truly bothered to come back there anyway, it was the perfect place to hide behind a few untouched boxes until it was time for your shift.

“Hey house cat, someone personally requested you.” Your boss grunted when she saw you, a cigarette hanging loosely from her lips.

“Who is it?” Attempting to look at the clipboard in her hands, you didn’t quite catch the name of the person that was written down.

“Who cares, it’s some rich fox wearing glasses. He’s at the back, you can’t miss his white hair.”

“What?” Your eyes shot open, heart stopping as her words bounced around your skull. It was too much of a coincidence that Kento had found you and now a white haired fox had requested you.

“Hey.” Grabbing you by the shoulder, your boss glared at you and turned your body around. “Get to work already and stop zoning the fuck out. You don’t want to make me put you on flyer duty do you? There’s some weirdos out tonight that would just love-”

“No! No, I’m sorry ma’am. I’ll get going right away.” Stepping away from her tight hold, you tried not to tremble as you walked to the back table. As you got closer, your knees nearly gave out on you as the fear you had was materializing right before your eyes.

It was indeed Gojo Satoru, your brother's best friend and the deadliest arctic fox you’ve ever come to know. With his pristine snow white hair and ears, keen blue eyes and those trademark dark sunglasses he wears, there was no mistaking him.

“Hey, little sister.” He crooned as you slid into the booth next to him, keeping a healthy distance between the two of you. “Missed ya.”

“Toru-nii, why are you here?” Keeping your eyes locked on the melting ice in his cup, you could barely breathe from the weight of your fear. There wasn’t anything that Satoru couldn’t - or wouldn’t - do. He’d always been the smartest, the strongest, he could beat any hybrid in anything he set his mind to, even with clear biological differences set between them.

“What do you mean why am I here? I’m here to see my favorite little kitten at her new job!” Throwing his arms open wide, Satoru had an easy smile on his face despite your obvious discomfort. “Although, I can’t say you’re doing very well so far. My glass is still empty.”

Wordlessly, you stiffly poured him a drink and slid the glass over to him. Pouring one for yourself as well, you clinked your glasses together when he raised it and took a short sip. Usually you didn’t drink on the job, getting the bartenders to mix you something that was mostly pure juice. But tonight you needed to take a bit of edge off.

“Please just go.” Forcing the words out of your tight throat, a wave of nausea washed over you as Satoru put his hand on your shoulder.

“I can’t leave here without you.” His lips brushed your ears like they used to back at home, but this time he wasn’t whispering crude little jokes to get you to giggle. Sliding his hand from your shoulder to around your ribs, Satoru quickly overwhelmed your personal space with the size of his body.

“Toru!” You gasped as his claws dug into your ribs, threatening to push through the spaces and break them entirely. Tugging on his hand, you looked around to see if anyone else was paying attention to your lonely little table in the back.

“Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be. Kento already tried to be nice and you were just so mean to him.”

“T-toru-nii, please!” Desperate tears sprang to your eyes as every word he spoke was punctuated with a tightening grip around you.

“And here I thought we trained you to be a good girl, (Y/N), I really did. But good girls don’t yell at their big brothers, they don’t lie and-” Satoru broke off to send a charming smile to a few passing hostesses before returning to you, “They certainly don’t run away.”

A choked sob racked through you, drowned out by the loud music being played overhead. In your struggle to get his hand off, you hadn’t realized Satoru slid you onto his lap until it was too late and he could wrap both long arms around you.

Forced to lean back against his lanky body, his fluffy white tail wrapped around yours, deftly hugging it close to him. Engulfing your scantily clad body, Satoru burrowed his nose between your ears, inhaling the scent he always said he liked back home.

“I’ve always wanted to see you wear something like this, ya know.” Thumbing the edge of your crop top, Satoru dipped his fingers underneath the fabric. “Always wanted to dress you up and play pretend, be my cute little hostess for the night.”

“Stop.” Grabbing his wrist, your eyes desperately searched for someone to come save you. But being seated at a table so far in the back of the club was playing to Satoru’s advantage; no one really paid attention to the back of the club because that’s where the truly shady things happened.

“C’mon kitty, play with me.” Satoru whined, bouncing you on his lap a few times. He was always childish, always whining for you to pay attention to him whenever he got the chance, and now was no different. You couldn’t see it, but you knew he had that trademark silly smile on his face regardless of the fact he had a death grip on your body.

“Toru-nii.” Jutting your lip out in a pout, you finally lurched your upper body forward enough to look at him over your shoulder.

“There’s that cutesy little face I missed.” Cooing at you, Satoru loosened his grip enough to let you sit sideways across his lap. Forcing you to wrap an arm around his middle, Satoru kept a tight grip on your back.

“Toru-nii…” Fiddling with the fabric of his shirt, you stole a glance at the eyes staring right through you. “Why do you- why are you helping him so much? You know what he did, I don’t-”

“I helped him do it.”

“What?” Your jaw fell slack and you stared right at him.

“Look, there’s no point in lying to you.” Leaning forward, Satoru grabbed his drink and took a generous swig. “I helped your brother kill your parents and stage it. We even practiced on a few drifters before moving onto the real deal.” Satoru’s smile had fallen, an unfamiliar serious look taking its place.

“You have no idea how long we all planned it, all three of us. Kento took care of your trust fund and the insurance, I subdued your parents and got them in position, and Suguru was the one who pulled the trigger.”

Tears were streaming down your face, smearing the makeup you’d put on, dripping into your open mouth. All other noise in the club fell away, leaving your ears ringing loudly from the silence in your head. Air was barely coming in or out of your lungs, your throat too tight to properly breathe.

“We had it all planned out perfectly, but then you just had to go and mess it up.” Satoru landed a swift slap to your thigh. “You just had to be a bad kitty and run off.” A second slap knocked the air back into you and your body jerked back.

“Toru-nii, why?!” Your scream was loud enough to be heard over the music, and Satoru looked around at the few curious eyes that were now looking at you, his ears flattening against his head as he forced a smile.

“We had to do it (Y/N), so we could all live together as a pack.”

“B-but we already had one.” Sure, you didn’t necessarily need to live in a group but it was nice to be in your adoptive family's pack and be surrounded by their love and care.

“That one...wasn’t the right fit.”

“For who?” Sniffling loudly, you wiped the snot from your nose. “Who wasn’t it right for?” It had been perfectly fine for you. There wasn’t any fighting, no strained dynamics and when your parents were alive, there wasn’t an overbearing older brother trying to completely consume you.

“You’ll do much better in the pack we have now, (Y/N).” Gripping your upper thigh tightly, Satoru leaned forward to press his lips against your ears once more. “Your big brothers will take great care of you.” A sound got caught in your throat, something halfway between a gasp and a scream.

“T-toru-Toru-nii.” A fresh wave of tears pricked your eyes and you blinked hard to keep them at bay. “Can I use the restroom? I just- I really need to use it.” Satoru stilled for a moment, sizing up your words and his options.

“Alright, but be quick.” Slowly releasing the tight hold he had on you, you could finally breathe again. Sliding out of the booth, you bolted to the employee bathroom and collapsed against the far wall.

There wasn’t a way out of the club without Satoru seeing. Even if you ran out the backdoor, he would still see you coming out of the bathroom. The front door was no use, there were too many people you would have to maneuver around.

“And then I said- what the hell, house cat? Are you drugged out?” A few bunny girls walked in, their long floppy ears decorated with silk ribbon. They never really spoke to you, but they weren’t mean to you either.

“My client- he’s just- I-” Stammering, you couldn’t find the words to explain the situation.

“Is he being a fucking freak?” Sauntering up to you, they tugged you up from the floor to lean against the sink counter. Sighing loudly as you nodded, one of them pulled out a small baggie from her bra, a few red pills tucked safely inside. “Here, slip one in his drink and he’ll be out like a light. Then you can have security escort him out.”

“No, he’ll notice.” Satoru would notice without a doubt if you tried to slip something into his drink. He was always watching you, sometimes more than your brother was.

“Alright well I’ll mix a drink and bring it to him, tell him he gets a free drink as a first time customer.”

“You’d do that, really?” You were nearly beside yourself with a sudden rush of hope.

“Yeah, why not? It’s been a while since I’ve had to drug a client. Plus, we can’t have our newest recruit quitting on us already!” Giving you a cheeky wink, the girls sent you on your way, promising to handle it swiftly.

Returning to the table, Satoru pulled you onto his lap once more. You didn’t struggle or make a single peep as his arms wound around you again. His grip was much softer now, not threatening to bruise and crush you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the girls you talked to walk to the bar. They didn’t look at you at all, going straight to the bartender and whispering a few things in their ear. Attempting to make conversation with Satoru, you didn’t have to wait long for them to come to your table.

“Hi sir, we heard it was your first time here!” One of the girls shouted, bouncing on her heels and making her ears flop around.

“Mhmm, so we thought it would be a nice treat to give you a drink on the house!” Another girl came up, setting down a bright pink cocktail. “Go ahead and try it, I bet you’ll like it!”

“Hm, okay.” Shrugging his shoulder, Satoru grabbed the drink and took a sip, smacking his lips together at the flavor and then taking another. “This isn’t bad, thank you!”

“Of course sir, our pleasure.” Winking at the both of you, they walked away slowly, keeping their eyes on Satoru and fully turning away after seeing him down half the drink.

Satoru always did like a bit of liquor, and it would quickly be his downfall. The drink was a sweet fruity concoction to mask the bitter pill as it dissolved and Satoru’s deadly sweet tooth was hooked immediately.

You didn’t even fully wait for him to pass out before getting out of his lap. His heavy head bobbed side to side, his words slurred not like you’d heard before and his arms had fallen slack off of you. Only his droopy eyes could seem to follow you, silently demanding you to stay in place.

Throwing on your outside clothes in the back room, you kept your hood tightly drawn as you ran from the club. You weren’t worried about pissing your boss off and having to deal with the repercussions, you wouldn’t be returning to that place ever again.

Bursting through your front door, you grabbed whatever clothes you could and shoved them into your bag. The small stack of bills you kept hidden in the bathroom was a welcomed weight to your growing pile, there was enough to at least buy a train ticket and a hot meal a good distance from Tokyo.

Under the cover of the moonless night, you tried to stick to the back alleys on your way to the station that would take you out of town. It paid off to live in such a seedy area, you knew all the ins and outs and where to go to avoid being seen.

Popping your head out from an alleyway, the street before you was deserted. A long string of old warehouses called the street home, their brick and mortar facades well worn from time. Dodging the streetlights as best you could, you could practically taste freedom on the tip of your tongue.

“Oh little sister.” A voice rang out into the dead street, an eerie song sung on the lips of the one man you’d never wanted to see again. Keeping as still as possible, your eyes burned from not blinking, and your lungs from not breathing.

His slow, methodical footsteps scraped across the cement ground, echoing in the silence and heightening your anxiety with every slow drag of his feet. As the sound drew closer, you pressed yourself against the doorway of a warehouse. There wasn’t any way you could outrun your brother, so you had to devise a plan to outsmart him when he got close enough.

“Little sister, I’ve been looking for you.” Suguru came to a halt right in front of you, his towering build casting a shadow over you in the already dark alcove. He was wearing what he had on the last time you saw him, a simple black tracksuit and his favorite slides. His hair had gotten a little longer, resting a few inches past his shoulder blades with the top half in a bun.

Quirking a brow, Suguru hummed low in his chest, reaching an arm out and resting a hand next to your head. His long black claws scraped against the wood of the door, his hand easily large enough to encompass your whole face and then some. The natural musky scent of his body was sickeningly familiar, like you’d only gone just a few hours without smelling it.

“Tell me, did you have fun playing hide and seek with your big brother?” Flashing two rows of gleaming white and perfectly straight canine teeth, Suguru leaned over you, the expanse of his chest blocking out any wiggle room. “I hope you did, because I’m done playing now.”

“Y-you’re not my- my big brother anymore.” Screwing your eyes closed, you twisted your head away from him as much as you could.

“Don’t say such things, (Y/N), you’ll hurt my feelings.” Suguru laughed dryly, clearly unamused.

“Getou li- ahh!” In a flash Suguru had his other hand around your neck, lifting you up to dangle on your tiptoes as he choked you.

“Don’t you ever call me that again, do you fucking understand?” Staring at you with unblinking eyes, Suguru squeezed hard. When your eyes started to roll to the back of your head he let go, stepping back slightly to let you fall to the ground.

Struggling to regain your breath, you tried to crawl away through the small gap left between the wall and him. You barely got one full step before Suguru grabbed you by the back of your hoodie, forcing you to stand and practically dangling you in the air like a doll.

“What’s this?” Seeing the sliver of skin underneath the hoodie, Suguru wrenched it off of you. Your sweats came off shortly after and you were exposed to the elements and his growing glare. “Care to explain why you’re half fucking naked?”

“G-” You started but quickly pressed your lips closed at the sharp look he sent you. “Suguru, just let me go.”

“Answer my fucking question.” His tone left no room for further argument, and you slowly drew your arms over your exposed midriff.

“I started working at a...a hostess bar.” Your words hung in the air, the weight of them heavy and clinging to every part of you. Suguru’s face made no change, the only thing that tipped you off to his anger was the intense flaring of his nostrils.

“My precious little sister has been working at a hostess bar for the past two months? You’ve been dressed like this every night, getting stared at and perved on by god knows what kind of men? You ran away for this?” Suguru’s voice was far too steady for the situation, spiking the already high adrenaline in your blood.

“Suguru please-”

“And it seems you’ve forgotten the number one rule. You know what you’re supposed to call me.” Backing you up onto the door again, Suguru’s fluffy black tail flicked out behind him, it’s long drawn out shadow swaying back and forth.

“You’re not my brother.” Licking your lips nervously, your eyes followed his tail. There was no way you could look him in the eye after saying that. Suguru began to laugh, a cold and hollow sound from the base of his throat that sent a chill down your spine.

“And why exactly is that?” Slamming both hands down on either side of your head, he leaned down to make eye contact with you, his pupils blown wide against his already pitch black irises.

“You know.” Forcing the words out of your mouth, you curled into yourself as much as you could.

“No, I don’t.” Speaking slowly, Suguru waited just a few seconds before slamming his hands down again. “Tell me little kitten, right now!” You let out a piercing scream, covering your face with your hands.

“You killed our parents! You killed them and I heard you fucking do it!” Coming face to face with your adopted brother, the man that killed your parents in cold blood, and having to talk to him about it were all making your head spin.

“No, no I didn’t do that, honey. You’ve got it all wrong.” Suguru’s voice dropped low, instantly adopting a soothing tone. His fingers toyed with the edges of your ears, brushing the soft fur gently. “Mommy and daddy...they had problems. And I know it must be hard to believe, but they did it to themselves.”

“You’re such a liar!” Smacking his hand away from your ears, you glared at him, frustrated tears stewing on your lash line. “I heard you shoot them Suguru! I heard mom-” Your voice cracked, and the tears began to stream down your face. “I heard her tell you not to do it.”

Falling silent, Sugurus face remained neutral. His hand remained in the air from when you smacked it away, and the only indication he was still alive was the subtle flicker of his eyelids and the way his chest barely moved as he breathed.

“I knew I should have drugged you more.” He finally broke the silence, putting his hand back on the door to keep you trapped. Everything Suguru did felt like you were watching it in slow motion. The way he drew in a deep breath, expanded his chest and arms out wide and then drew you into a tight, bone crushing embrace all felt like it happened too slow. Like you should have been able to prevent it.

“Suguru!” You screamed his name from the top of your lungs, throat quickly going raw from the volume of your shouts. “Let me go! Let me go!” Writhing around, you felt the air quickly being squeezed out of you.

“It doesn’t matter now though. It’s all in the past!” Laughing to himself, Suguru took a few steps back, going to the middle of the deserted street and under a light post. “That’s right! The past! No need to worry about it, what’s done is done!”

“Su-Sugu-nii! Sugu-nii please!” You finally broke. You finally called him what he had trained you to call him for all those years. Your precious big brother.

“Oh how I missed hearing you call me that!” Still laughing, Suguru let out a loud hum. “I think I should record you saying that so I can play it over and over whenever I need my fix.”

“Sugu-nii, please!” The tears of frustration were now turning to tears of fear and desperation. The squeezing had stopped, you could just barely suck in air, but your feet still dangled off the ground. “Please let me go- this isn’t okay!”

“What does a dumb little kitten know about what is and isn’t okay?”

“Sugu!”

“You’re just a stupid little baby who got scared without her mommy and daddy and ran away. Well don’t worry, my darling sister, Sugu-nii is here to take care of you.” Nuzzling his nose against your ears affectionately, Suguru sighed contently. “We’ll be a family again, just like before. You’ll be with the pack just like you’re supposed to.”

“I’m not- not even a fox, Sugu!” Your chances of leaving his hold anytime soon were quickly diminishing, there wasn’t much you could say - if anything - to convince him to stop. “I don’t need to live in a pack, I don’t- I’m not a canine at all!”

“Hm, like that matters. Foxes act more like cats anyway.” Shrugging his shoulders, Suguru put his hand on the back of your head, raking his nails softly against your scalp. He was holding you now like a baby doll, the arm that had previously been crushing you against him now coming to rest under your bottom and cradle you.

Something caught your eye, making you twist away from Suguru in hopes that it was someone that had heard the screams and was coming to save you. Your heart deflated just as quickly as it swelled when it was Kento who had appeared, a metal briefcase in his hands.

“Look, Kento-nii is here. Go to him.” Putting you on your feet, Suguru nudged you forward. Your knees locked, refusing to move toward the imposing figure.

“It wasn’t nice to drug Gojo like that, little kitten. He’s passed out in the back of the car as we speak, you’ll have to apologize to him when he wakes up.” Kento closed the distance between the two of you, eyes glowering and brows tightly knit together.

“How did you-”

“You think just because you run away we can’t track your scent? How do you think we found you at the club after you so rudely left our conversation? Just a few sniffs and it was like you walked us right there.” Flicking the briefcase open, Kento’s face was obscured as he began to dig around for the contents. “I was waiting by the backdoor of that shitty little club, I had a feeling Gojo wouldn’t be able to convince you to come back and you’d make a run for it again, and you did. It was far too easy to call up Getou and let him know.”

The words Kento was saying were barely sticking inside your head, your complete focus going to the loaded syringe he had pulled out from the briefcase and was now holding in his hands, an almost bored expression on his face.

Taking a step back as he took one forward, you bumped into Suguru’s chest. He made a tsking noise, quickly sliding an arm under your chin and another around your middle to keep you from moving.

“Stop! Stop, Sugu-nii please!” The tears that dripped down your face didn’t matter anymore. Your voice going hoarse from all the screaming didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. At least, nothing you wanted mattered.

“Just try to be calm, little sis. Kento will be quick.” Suguru chuckled darkly, resting his chin atop your head. Any further words you had dissolved into frantic screams as Kento grabbed your arm and wrenched it away from your body.

Pushing the needle into you, he injected you with a serene face. Like he had practiced this before, almost as if he was a doctor giving you a flu shot. Whatever was in the syringe was gone quickly, Kento unloading the whole vial into you before calmly placing it back in the briefcase and shutting it.

“Don’t cry baby.” Suguru cooed, pressing a flurry of kisses on your head as he loosened his hold and began to wipe the tears off your face.

“Sugu- Kento-” You were losing track of the world and fast. Things blurred together, the crisp edges of Kento’s body were melting into the brick walls behind him. Your limbs were giving out on you and Suguru was quick to pick you up and cradle you like he had done before.

“Sshh, just go to sleep.” Pressing his lips against your ear, Suguru whispered softly, giggling at the way you closed your heavy eyes and relaxed into his embrace. “We’ll be home before you know it. One big happy family.”

[cyborg-franky]

ahhh i hope its ok that im on anon? if it isnt let me know im just SUPER shy FNKXJCKDJXKG

she/her and he/him (either is fine!)

afab

im fine with either male or female!!

23

age gaps dont really bother me as long as the character isnt under 20! (personal preference, haha)

dealers choice in the verse is fine!

and i love happy endings!!

im kind of on the apathetic/chill side? people say i dont really show a lot of emotion unless im around people i’m genuinely close with (this is cus im shy as fuck 😭 but people say it makes me seem cold) but im also really nerdy and passionate about games and media, especially ones with huge political/social messages (hence why i like one piece, haha!) and i have a really bad tendency to rant about and/or get into arguments about them. im also obsessed with pandas, if thats relevant at all HFKXJZKFKAJ

i wear glasses, but that doesnt have to be mentioned if it isnt relevant!

kinkwise, i’m into

dirty talk 🤤

i have this thing where i really like wrestling to be on top with another top/dom

i’m also just a sucker for romance, if that counts as a kink?(??) just sex that has this underlying intimacy that isnt just straight fucking (L-bombs are optional but i seriously go crazy for those 😳😖)

i have a thing for creampies/breeding 🙏

(realizing that im the most vanilla mf on the planet) i really like going down on my partner and hearing them moan, does that count? 🤣💀

and my hard nope is slapping/spanking and facefucking. everything else is fair game!!

the safe word is 🍍

(btw, i love your blog and your writing!!! please dont feel obligated to do this is if its too difficult or vague, i just like having the chance to talk to my favorite writers 😋)

You are getting matched up with Sabo!

- The fact you got together to talk about politics over a few drinks was what started the night.

- Conversations got more and more heated as the drinks flowed.

- You both had so much in common.

- Then you’d both started to mess around, you’d started to playfully wrestle with Sabo.

- He might not look it but he didn’t take being the bottom laying down.

- And that was how you’d ended up wrestled onto your back.

--

“Did you really think that would work?” Sabo whispered in your ear; you could feel his hot breath against your ear as he pinned your hands above your head.

You were pinned under the blond, at his mercy, he straddled you, grinning down like a cat who’d gotten the cream. The way he pinned you was causing you to blush, getting flustered under him. It didn’t take Sabo long the realise what was going on, the feelings you felt, you’d liked him for what seemed like forever.

Your feelings just fell out, he’d leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss, one that deepened, one that made way for drunken confessing and hands trailing all over your body. Sabo was good to you, gentle as he made short work of your clothes, you helped him remove his own.

Both staring at one another before he pounced on you once more, feeling his erection against your thigh you couldn’t help biting your lip, grinding up against him, wanting more of the flame user’s attention, wanting him inside you.

“You really are in a rush for me, aren’t you?” Sabo chuckled once more as his hands ran down your thighs, featherlight teasing touches. He was enjoying this, enjoying the look on your face as his hands trailed over your pussy, missing everything on purpose.

“Your so needy!” The blond chuckled, a pleasing sound normally but you just wanted him to fuck you, bucking at every little thing he did, desperate.

“Sabo please… I want you to fuck me!” You blushed at how raw and open you’d been, his face mirrored your shock before he grinned ear to ear, getting between your thighs and pushing your legs further apart.

“You want my cum that bad?” He saw you nod your head rapidly, squirming under him.

“Alright, alright, lets see what I can do..”

You felt like you’d gotten everything you’d wanted when he finally pushed in, bottoming out in one stroke, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, his amusement was clear on his face between his own sounds of pleasure.

He wasted no time in picking up his pace, filling you with his cock, long strokes as he pulled out each time, whispering dirty things in your ear, you just wanted to be full of his cum, you wanted to drip his seed for the rest of the night.

Sabo speed up and indulged in your moaning, enjoying your fucked out expression, he didn’t even stop when you cum the first time, he wanted to push you as far as he could, coax another out of you, he was getting you there you had to admit, you dangled on the cusp of your second orgasm.

“I’m going to fuck you so full of my cum” he said and with such an angelic expression on his face, but that was all it took and with one more well aimed thrust and bite along your neck you came again, moaning loudly, feeling blissed out when he came inside you, filling you like you desperately needed to.

“Oh fuck… sorry I went… overboard”

Your arms looped around his neck and pulled him closer, kissing his cheek “Please, go overboard again sometime”

[yoshkeii]

𝟷𝚜𝚝 𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑 | 𝟹𝟻𝟶+ 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝

࿐ character(s): Inumaki Toge, Nanami Kento, Yuuta Okkotsu

࿐ prompts: 1) “No no no, sorry! I just-... I honestly didn’t think you even knew my name.” 8) “That was embarrassing...” 10) “Shut up and just hold my hand.”

࿐ type: imagine

࿐ requested by: anon for my 350+ event.

⌦ sfw, fluff, soft tings

⌦ gn!reader (they/them)

⌦ ‘Hi! Congratss!! Uhm for the even may I request an imagine for the dialogue prompts 1, 8, 10 with Inumaki, Nanami, and Yuuta? Gender neutral reader btw. (Congrats again🥳)’

A/N: thank you for the congrats <3 and thank you again anon for being the first wish for my event! i was anxious if no one would participate,, but I don't know which prompt you wanted for whom so I tried to align it up with one each, if that's alright love.

𝙸𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒 / “𝚂𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍.”

Y/n and Inumaki were pretty close as they were both enrolled into the school within their first year, having to work amongst each other with him, panda, and Maki. You were slightly stronger than Inumaki so you and him often teamed up on missions and errands. Becoming an sufficient duo at the Tokyo school.

As of now, you both were on a mission in one of the busiest places in Japan.  Takeshita Street. A shopping area with a long crowd that lead down its street. Standing on the side to avoid getting separate, you both were trying to figure a way out to not get split up. Only knowing if you and one other finding the curses, it would be hard to navigate through the surfing crowd.

“Getting on the roofs of these buildings will be tough.” you muttered, your gaze met up at the buildings. Some taller than your average ones. “..and they’re preeeettyyy tall.”

“Shake”, Inumaki bluntly said with a nod.

After a minute or two, the feeling of a curse began to linger closer. Making you quickly look down the moving crowd, briefly seeing the edge of the curse slip into an alleyway, leaving a faint residue of color in the air.

“Maki’ give me your hand. I see it.” you held out your gloved hands, which hid the cursed marks of your technique under. hoping to feel Inumaki’s hand onto yours, which you didn’t instead was greeted with something else.

“O-Okaka..” he softly stuttered, a blush easily seen on his light skin.

Looking over to see his expression, made you freeze for a moment. Before you blinked grabbing his hand before rushing off into the crowd.

“J-just.. shut up and h-hold my hand.” the stutter of your words made Inumaki stare at you as he was dragged behind. realizing you too acknowledged the slight feelings within that small reaction from him.

The loose grip between your palms soon tightened as he entwined his fingers with yours. Earning a fairly even flush across both of the 2nd years faces.

𝙽𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒 / “𝙽𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚘, 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢! 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝-... 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎.”

Being another Grade 1 Sorcerer that graduated from the Tokyo school, you were busy dealing with exorcising the tougher curses out there. Often traveling farther than most. You weren’t often seen around the Tokyo school’s campus so you didn’t know if anyone knew of your existence. Other than the small gathering who knew you, like Gojo and Shoko.

Coming back from a tiring trip from rural lands of the prefectures, you decided to visit the campus. While on your train ride back, Gojo had sent you a few texts.

‘hey hey hey y/n’

‘what satoru’

‘y’know your crush?’

‘I- yes satoru I do. what about him?’

‘he’s hoping to meet you!’

Almost choking on air, you covered your mouth with your sleeve to recover from the unexpected answer. Slowly regaining composure you stared at the text for a long moment.

‘How does he know about me??’

‘well a lot of people know you dummy’

‘sounds like a lie to me...’

‘being a grade 1 sorcerer your name often gets thrown around ya know~’ ‘anyways! see you at the campus y/n-chan’

‘stop calling me that.’

‘no <3′

Clicking your tongue, you stood up as your train took a halt. Arriving at your destination. You were the first ones to walk out first, avoiding the growing crowd behind you. Slinking pass all the gates n stuff, you made your way up the stairs onto the surface. Heading towards the campus with a running thoughts.

As you made it to the campus, you took a deep breath. Before quickly seeing the familiar light-haired male, his clothing standing out from most of the clothes you’ve seen the past days. You slowly walked up to greet him before Gojo ran up to you suddenly from behind, making all three of you tumble into a pile on the floor near the vendors.

Gojo being the sly one, he got up first. Quickly making a cheeky escape with a coo of “have fun y/n-chan~”, like the childish man he was  Leaving you to slowly get up cursing under your breath before you, heard the aloof tone coming from Nanami below you.

“Y/n?”

“Ah shit- S-Sorry..!” You swiftly got up, slipping up on your words. Standing nervously, “Satoru jumped on m-me.. while I.. I was going to talk to you Nanami..!” a soft nervous smile on your face. As you watched Nanami stand up, dusting himself off.

“It’s alright. What’s gotten you so nervous? Is it me?”

“No no no, sorry! I just-... I honestly didn’t think you even knew my name.” you quickly replied, scratching the back of your head. “..I really didn’t think.. you’d knew I-I.. uh.. existed.” the slight warmth you felt on your face made you panic quietly, hoping it wasn’t obvious.

“That’s a stupid thought.” Nanami stiffly said, staring at your face. He already knew, he noticed. “Well then, you should calm down in the meantime. But mind joining me later for something?”

Without thinking you agreed, watching him walk away at your reply. Sighing in relief as you see him disappear off into a corner. Nanami smiling as his back was turned against you.

𝚈𝚞𝚞𝚝𝚊 / “𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐...”

a/n: i couldnt find a gif of yuuta and got sad, pretty boi needs a gif soon </3

Yuuta didn’t understand you. He couldn’t seem to figure out why he was so nervous around you, a fuzzy feeling somewhere in his body. That just stayed even moments while you were long gone. Being one of the 2nd years, he was around you a couple of times. But not as much as Maki and Inumaki.

His heart was racing as he found you sitting alone at a normal meeting spot for the others. Sitting on the mossy stones that surrounded a koi pond. You were usually the first one to be there, then Maki would come, then the rest shortly afterwards. It was never just.. you two.

Yuuta just admired you as you were feeding the koi’s with crumbs of bread you had. It was calmly silent the whole time. Your calm expression signaled your obliviousness of his presence. Eyes widening in adoration as you cooed at the fish like they were dogs. The soft childish tone made him listen with ease.

“ahh.. cute..” the word left his mouth faintly, hearing it ever so faintly, you looked over your shoulder to see Yuuta. Jumping slightly with a squeak, falling back into the pond.

“Y-Y-n!?” Yuuta rushed over towards you, leaning on the mossy stones to peer down at you. “A-are.. are you okay?”

Hair drenched at the back and tips, your clothes soaked. But your surprised look at him turn quickly into a blinding smile, laughing. In confusion the raven-haired male tilt his head, “W-whats.. so-”

“That was embarrassing wasn’t it ‘Kotsu?” giggling again as you felt the koi brush against your arms and legs, “..hehe.. you heard me talking to the koi didn’t you? I know you did’

Yuuta didn’t know how to respond, just staring at you blankly at the nickname ‘Kotsu. You have never used his first name and let alone had a nickname for him.

“..’Kotsu?? What’s wrong?”

[ruckis--rookie]

I had a dream that the way to a speakeasy existed in my gran’s basement which nobody ever uses.  It was a club filled with monsters and demons, the particularly mean spirited kind.  Apparently Panda (my dog and beloved furbaby) wandered in there by accident and when I found that not only was he in there but being treated poorly (branded, whipped, etc) I went ballistic.

I broke my way into the speakeasy (I was my sona for this btw) and tore into the attendees there starting with the bouncer... which I think was Lemon Grab from Adventure Time with a more new york accent for reason???

even though I started out as my regular fursona my shapeshiftin headass quickly took the form of a Kitsune.  Not Kitsuneoctua unfortunately just a normal Ruckis version one.  But it did the job because they all knew all too well what a Kitsune was, and eeing one blinded by the anger of a thousand burning suns really sent t hem into panic mode.

for some reason the way you could enter the bar was climbing up a long slide, like the tunnel slides you see in playgrounds.  The only reason Panda was able to get up there int he first place was because he poked his head in out of curiosity and then they saw him and was like “ah, a dog, the perfect innocent creature to bully relentlessly”.  Which was a big mistake on their part.

Also my gf as her spectatorsona look was there because she was the one that told me about the speakeasy’s existence in the first place after I was rushing around in panic to try and find Panda.  She suggested it as a possibility and then I ran off as fast as I could.

So yeah!  The dream ended in me terrorizing demons as a giant angered Kitsune for bullying and hurting my little fur son.  Panda was safe in the end.  Granted battered and bruised and very much in need of healing, but he was alive and very happy to see me come to his rescue.

[littleeyesofpallas]

Bleach - Snake Name Games

Still mulling over where exactly I want to take this series of posts [1][2] after being asked about interesting zanpakutou names.  I was just gonna do a short blurb about Sarugaki Hiyori’s Shikai at first, but there are a lot of weird vaguely adjacent characters, so this one’s going to be kind of aimless...

Her sword is Kubikiri Orochi[馘大蛇], written with the kanji for 馘:“Decapitation,” 大: “Great”/“Big,” and 蛇:“Snake.”  Viz translates it as “Head-Slicing Serpent” which is kind of a weird choice, but other than missing a specific reference, it’s not technically that big a mistranslation.  But of course there is a reference, because Orochi [大蛇] isn’t just the words “Big Snake” it’s a reference to the mythological creature, Yamato-no-Orochi[八岐大蛇].

The Yamato-no-Orochi sees a lot of exposure in pop media.  It’s an enormous snake with 8 tails and 8 heads spanning the length of 8 hills and valleys, red eyes, and moss and cypress trees growing on it enormous back, and a belly that is constantly bleeding and inflamed.  The Orochi would annually devour the daughters of a village, until it was defeated by the god, Susanoo.  It was tricked into drinking itself to sleep and then beheaded eight times.  From its corpse, Susanoo retrieved the legendary sword, Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi. 

The fact that the kanji 馘 isn’t commonly used makes it kind of confusing to parse as part of a name at a glance.  But I do recognize the more common, Kubikiri[首斬り] which is the noun “Beheading” (as in the act there of, not the verb) or just “Decapitation.”  But I’ve also seen it translated (granted with some liberties based on context) as “Executioner.”  Alternatively, Kubikiri[首切り] also means “Beheading”/“Decapitation” but apparently can refer to “a small samurai sword used for decapitation.”  So, I think the meaning that the name was supposed to convey was,

“Sword-for-Decapitating Giant[8-Headed]Snake”

...and not, “A Serpent that Slices Heads” the way Viz wrote it out.  Which makes sense given that the sword itself is a giant serrated cleaver/saw, appropriately sized for cutting off the head of a giant snake.  While the mistranslation would suggest her spirit to be the Orochi, this reading makes it sound more like her spirit is Susanoo himself?  Which is a curious idea...

But there's a little more going on here...  Because at some point or another, there became kind of a recurring trend of the Orochi being depicted as a white snake, which has vague associations with the Lady White Snake myth, from China.  In fact Hakujaden[白蛇伝]:“White Snake Story” (Arbitrarily localized in English as, “Panda and the Magic Serpent”) has a particular special place in Japanese pop culture as it was the first ever full color anime film, in 1958.  It was a big influence on an early generation of animators, including Miyazaki Hayao.

In it a young boy is accidentally involved with a magic snake being fed immortality granting medicine, which amplifies her existing magic by multiple lifetimes.  She is grateful to the boy for it, and after he grows up the two meet again, the snake being in the guise of a woman, and they fall in love. (That’s the real REAL short version anyway...)

And this is just me going out on a bit of a limb, but I feel like the random intersection of these two myths is where a lot of Orochi characters who are also shapeshifting humans comes from, because the actual Orochi never had this association with being a white snake, having magic powers, or taking on human form, yet it seems to be the prevailing role of Orochi characters in pop fiction.

Also, equally unrelated to the actual Orochi myth and the Lady White Snake myth, some renditions of the Orochi make it a fullblown dragon rather than just a monstrous snake.  I don’t know that this comes from anything in particular, other than just wanting to amp up the threat factor of the Orochi to make Susanoo look more triumphant as a hero...  There’s some possibility that it’s a conflation of the Nine-headed Dragon God, Kuuzuryuushin[九頭龍神].  Funny enough, I’ve seen Kuuzuryuushin drawn as a nine headed snake instead of a dragon as well...

In fact Kubo’s already has one character who seems to be associated with the Lady White Snake myth: Cyan Sung Sun.  Her Resurreccion, Anaconda is written with the kanji [白蛇姫]: “White Snake Princess,” which is a conspicuous name for anyone familiar with the very well known myth.  But I think we all remember someone else who is associated with White Snake imagery...  Ichimaru Gin.

There’s not actually a lot of word play with Gin and snakes.  His name is a homonym for “silver” like his white/silver hair, and his “fox-eyed” look is actually leverage to be more snake-like a lot of the time, so those two bits together kind of orbit around the idea of a White Snake theme.  And of course he spends most of the series living up to his cold-blooded, treacherous, viper-waiting-to-strike kind of persona.  But it’s not like he or his sword have any snake themes in their names.

Whether or not Kubo had plans for Hiyori to have a more substantial confrontation with Gin, we’ll never really know.  Sadly the one we got didn’t last long and wasn’t particularly exciting or satisfying.  But it was an interesting brief moment during the weekly publications.  And if anyone’s in need of some fanfic prompt, I’ve always been kind of fascinated by the idea that there could have been a parallel between Gin’s relationship with Rangiku and the boy and Lady White Snake of myth, with Gin in the role of powerful snake indebted to and in love with the normal mortal who unknowingly helped them gain great powers.

But while we’re on the subject...  There’s another white snake loitering around the Bleach franchise: One half of Zabimaru...  sort of...

This one is weird, because by all rights it was the anime, not Kubo, that set the precedent of Zabimaru having white fur and a white snake tail.  Zabimaru, btw, is a mythical creature called a Nue, which is supposed to have the head of a monkey, the legs of a tiger, body of a dog, and a snake for a tail.  Zabimaru doesn’t quite fit that full description, as it’s predominantly just a baboon with a snake tail, and Renji’s tribal tattoo pattern substituted in for tiger stripes.

But the one time Kubo actually colored in Zabimaru himself was part of a joke omake comic (where Renji and Hisagi find out, in the aftermath of Renji’s fight with Byakuya, that Mayuri can apparently perform cosmetic surgery to zanpakutou) and even though they’re only imagining a busty Zabimar as a punchline, Kubo made the fur what I think was supposed to be an olive green/grey, which matches the description of the Olive Baboon’s fur.  The anime sort of took that and drifted more green when they adapted the omake, and then drifted it even further when the Zanpakutou Rebellion filler arc brought zabimaru back...  In the end her fur looks both nothing like the original color and nothing like the anime’s white furred Zabimaru.

So, hand-in-hand with that, it seems kind of arbitrary that they made snake boy white, apart from the previously mentioned associations of Snakes-in-Human-Form as a trope and Lady White Snake.  But I figured if I didn’t mention it someone might ask, and oddly enough it is more of a coincidence than anything else, at least as far as I can tell.

Correction: I totally forgot, when Renji gets his True Name Bankai from Ichibe he appears to have a “mode” where the snake spine that is normally looped around his waist like a belt unfurls to the call, Orochi-ou[オロチ王]: “Orochi King.”  So there is a direct reference to the Orochi, although weirdly it’s only in kana and not kanji?  But I have no idea for what reason. And in any case, the second bankai came after the anime created snake boy, so it’s entirely possible it was just Kubo riffing off their continuity rather than something he’d had in mind when he made Zabimaru the first time.

Funny thing: Hiyori’s surname, Sarugaki[猿柿] is written with the kanji for monkey[猿], something she points out herself when she’s first introduced. (I did a whole rambling thing on the Visored’s names too, naturally...)  So she and Renji both have associations with monkey and orochi imagery.  It’s kind of a shame Hiyori and Renji never even got to be in the same room for their wild type routines to interact.

[mercurycat27]

Today I played in a Honey Heist (a ttrpg where you play as a bear who is a criminal) and DAMN IT WAS FUN

We had Pandy (panda bear, the brains [me]), Wynnie (honey badger, the muscle, cute lil murder baby), Venison (panda bear, the thief, thoroughly unhinged, purposefully died because the player had to leave early), and of course, Thorborg (grizzly bear, the face)

I feel I should mention the plot of Honey Heist is you are Crime Bears who want to steal honey. Our particular story involved the honey baron family, the Havens and their daughter, Miss B. Haven, who was throwing a ball to search for a suitor. We were there for the honey, but it was always on the table that we could join in the suitor searches.

Also we all had hats because why would a bear wear a hat? That's obviously a normal person!

As mentioned, Venison had to leave early so instead of running from the guard (which would've been easy), he attacked and got carted away by animal control. The rest of us simply moved on and searched for honey. Wynnie was amazing at being perceived as a normal human child and kept getting into places she "shouldn't be" because she was so charming. She set the kitchen on fire while Pandy and Thorborg got yelled at for "forgetting the PIN to the vault AGAIN" (it was 8335 [BEES]).

The vault (whose break-in deserves a post of its own) contained only 1 bee, the queen of all the earth's bees, Queen Melaflora. Oh, btw Wynnie was raised by bees, so she speaks the language and has several bee friends with her at all times. So we got the stupid bee and narrowly managed to get away from the guards (again) with some well-timed face action by Thorborg.

We decided that the only way we're were getting anything out of this was by having Thorborg enter as a suitor, and got all prepared for this. Wynnie gave him flowers and we got all pumped for this... and then we found the honey pantry LITERALLY 30 FEET TO THE LEFT

So naturally we stole as much honey as we could push into 2 pushcarts we found in the hall. Also worth noting is that both Thorborg and Pandy sampled some of the strange blue honey that was also in the pantry. Which was basically drugs? So the two older bears who kinda know what's going on are high now, so that's fun

We get the honey to the main floor and find the loading dock and have Wynnie kill the driver of the parked truck we find while we load the truck with the honey

Now, I feel like it's time to mention the one game mechanic. Bear/criminal points. You have 6 points spread between Bear and Criminal. Bear describes everything bearlike and Criminal covers everything extra. Now, if all your points move to Bear, you go Full Bear (feral) and no longer be part of the criminal bear group, because now you're literally just a bear. On the other hand, if you go Full Criminal, you betray your party, take all the spoils and leave everyone else for dead.

So we didn't realize Wynnie had gone Full Criminal. And she drove off into the sunset as soon as we closed the truck with the honey loaded in.

Luckily Pandy hid some honey buns in her hat earlier, so she and Thorborg had a nice snack and watched the sun set. At least they had a fun tale to tell. And also snacks. Snacks are good.

[justsomeweirdbandkid]

In that teacher post y0u mentioned you wanted someone to ask about a Couch Dunam?

YEE I've been wanting to share these fun memories with other people for a while now lmao

Coach Duhon was nuts and that class was absolutely amazing

Lemme give a list of funny things that would happen in there:

-Had a girl he pretended to flirt with which eventually lead to us creating a fake TV show called The Coach and the Minor

-Always joked that he wanted to be fired from his job but still get payed

-"Any questions?" "Um yessir- *insert dumb question here*?" "Eh shuddup, Austin."

-"Okay look I cannot draw for shit so just pretend this looks like a map of America"

-He picked on some kids, these kids being the popular ones that normally get away with a lot of stuff

-One time we were looking at videos about Greek history and in one video there was a statue of a man with a tiny penis, and everyone started laughing, he just kinda paused and said "What are you guys-" and then he looks at the screen- "Ohhhh IIIIII GET IT it's an innuendo- don't make fun of him though I'm sure that's huge compared to my man Gavin's, back there."

-"I learned THAT from Kung Fu Panda"

-"Quick- administration is here! Act like you're doing something! SOMEONE ASK TO MODIFY THE LESSON!!!-"

-He plays music from the countries we study and eventually we got to Korea, this dude starts blaring k-pop and goes "Isn't this what the kids listen to these days???"

-Reffered to me and @thats-my-yogurt-satan the art nerds and we were fine with it

-(This last one is long btw) For pep rallies he was the sophmore leader, and he was tired of sophs losing the screaming contest we had every week because it was rigged for the juniors and seniors (and occasionally freshmen) to win. How did he combat this? One week we have a beach theme, and has everyone bring in a pool noodle. "If you're caught, just tell them it's for a project in my class. Ty, you're the student body president, so you're in charge of bringing pool noodles for those who can't." So the rally rolls around and you may be wondering what's happening with the noodles. So we all sit in the sophmore section and when it comes to our turn to show our spirit (aka scream until our lungs are sore) we sit down, each with our own pool noodle, and silently shake them. And then Coach runs up and starts conducting n shit, he raises his hand up, points at us and yells "GO!" And we all scream. We got fourth place, but we celebrated by all gathering around him jumping and chanting "FOURTH FOURTH FOURTH-" and it became a tradition to purposely lose and scream fourth in the faces of the winners.

And many other things.

Needless to say, World Geo. always made my day.