#bamboo fox anon

[koisplosion]

★ Qingque Id Pack ★

Names:

Aqua, Algae, Aquamarine, Avocado, Amulet, Augury --- Blue, Bamboo, Bice, Beryl, Bird, Birdie / Birdy, Bagua, Bowenite

Cloud, Cyan, Cobalt, Chartreuse, Cod, Charm, Cajole, Clair / Claire, Clarvoy, Clarvoya, Clairvoyant, Clairvoyance, Clairvoyancy, Chade

Divine / Devine, Divina / Devina, Diviner / Deviner, Divinia / Devinia, Delight

Emerald, Erudite, Enamor --- Fish / Fishe, Fishie / Fishy, Fortune, Fortuna, Fulu

Green, Gamer, Glaucous, Gamble, Gyoku, Goku --- Horo, Horoscope, Horoscopy --- Indigo, Ilia

Jade, Jadeite, Jalda --- Khaki --- Lime, Lincoln, Librara, Libraria, Librarian, Luck, Luckie / Lucky

Mahjong, Moss, Malachite, Marine --- Nephrite --- Olive, Oliver, Olivia, Oliveira, Omphacite

Player, Plantile, Planchet, Peacock, Pine, Pea, Pendulum, Palm --- Qing, Qiang, Quang, Quantum --- Rite

Sparrow, Surf, Sea, Sage, Scroll, Sooth, Soothsay, Script, Serpentine --- Turquoise, Tile, Talisma, Talisman, Trinket, Taois, Taoi, Taoist, Tama

Vert, Verta, Virescent, Viridescent, Viridian, Verdigris --- Willow, Whimsy, Ward --- Yaud, Yu

1st p prns:

I / me / my / mine / myself

Bli / blue / bluey / bluine / blueself

Di / de / divy / divine / divinerself

Gri / gree / greeny / greenine / greenself

Ji / jade / jady / jadine / jadeself

Ti / tile / tily / tiline / tileself

Qi / qinge / qingqy / qingqueself

2nd p prns:

You / your / yours / yourself

Blou / bluer / bluers / bluerself

Do / diviner / diviners / divinerself

Gro / greener / greeners / greenerself

Jo / jader / jaders / jaderself

To / tiler / tilers / tilerself

Qo / qingquer / qingquers / qingquerself

3rd p prns:

They / them / theirs / themself

Blu / blue, blue / blues, blue / jade, blue / tile

Di / vine, di / divine, div / ine, div / divine, divi / divine, divine / divines, divine / diviner, divine / divination

Gre / en, gree / green, gre / green, green / greens, green / jade, green / tile

Ja / de, ja / jade, jade / Jade's, jade / jaded

Ti / le, ti / tile, tile / tiles

Qing / que, qingque / qingques

Titles:

The young diviner, the gambling diviner, the lucky diviner,

the divining gambler, the diving lybrarian

The divination commissions librarian

The lucky gambler

(prn) who exceeds in tile games, (prn) who reads fortunes by tile pieces

Coinings:

Astromancic

Crystamancic

Divine Lesbian - DissoGambler

Gendermancic

Jadigem - Jadedlexic - JadeBloodStelic - JadeMineric

Qingquecharic

Runeomancic

Sigilmancic

Tarotmancic

Requested by anon

Tagging:

@sanguinaryfreaks , @hewasanamericangirl and @the-church-of-strabismus

Please read the byf linked in fox's pinned post

[blackberry-ink]

Whoops, that last one with the fox emoji was me. Accidentally turned on anon. 😅

Here she is!

I made the fox her color palette along with being a tattoo on her shoulder, the swirl into her iris shape and color, and the bamboo became a walking stick!

She's yours to claim for free for 24 hours, afterwards she'll become available for $5 to the first person who asks.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

hello! bamboo fox anon is back! can i request some whitty hc where he accidentally picks up this loud-mouth, vulgar, semi hot headed stray runaway teen who plays guitar(15-18) and after being grumpy that this “annoying child” keeps following him for a while, gives up and takes care of them? basically being assigned older brother or at the very least, a reluctant dad and the reason why he calms down after ballistic is because he can see that, despite being terrified of his anger and on the verge of a panic attack, they are trying to defend him from keith and cherry, standing in front of him, stuttering lyrics into the cracked mic, while the two are trying to calm them down. - 🎋🦊

Usually Whitty doesn’t care about other people or where they’re going. As long as they mind their business and don’t give him trouble.

But when he ventures back to Blitz Alley, he hears guitar music and is confused as hell, stumbling across a teen just sitting against the graffiti-covered wall.

They had nothing but a small backpack, their clothes, and a guitar which they were strumming. Not to mention a bucket next to them with actual dollar bills.

Whitty was a bit impressed, but wasn’t happy to see someone intruding into the one place that was currently safest to him.

“Hey kid, not to ruin your concert but would you kindly get outta here? I live here.”

His gruff electronic voice startles you, but you were irked because all your focus went out the window the moment he spoke.

“Last time I checked, I didn’t see your fucking name anywhere. So how about you get outta here, TNT-head?”

He’s absolutely baffled by your response. But when faced with an aggressive person, he does what he does best: 

Snap right back.

“TNT-head?!! Look, I asked nicely. No reason to be a jackass. Go play your stupid solo elsewhere.”

Being as stubborn as you are, you simply refused to leave despite the bombhead’s growing irritation. 

Though when you see him clutching his head like he was in pain, you were a little concerned. “Shit, dude, you okay? You need some Tylenol?”

Although Whitty declines, and learns a bit more about you, he sees that you’re just a kid on the streets--like he was. You were both in similar unfortunate situations.

So he reluctantly lets you stay on the basis that you don’t say anything to make him “explode” (or annoy him, which you proceed to do almost every day).

With time and a whole lot of patience, you two actually become close--he’s picked up the habit of calling you “kid”, or “kiddo” on his better days.

“Kiddo? What are you, my dad?” You joke. But he didn’t quite understand since he didn’t have parents, nor were you two blood-related, so you sighed and explained it.

He learns that he does care for you like a dad would (at first it bitterly reminded him of a certain demon who uses “dad” as a stage name, but he didn’t want to think of that anymore).

You show him how to play guitar and he teaches you how to sing. You claim he’s “cheating” because his voice was built to sing without the use of a microphone, but you learn a lot from him.

Aside from music, you teach him slang and other human gestures (such as “high-fives” and “dude”, the latter of which he started to latch onto).

On the day you two meet Keith and Cherry, Whitty seems extremely uncomfortable and wants them to leave immediately.

When they don’t listen, and Keith bests him twice and unintentionally humiliates him in front of you--that’s when you see what he meant by “explode” all those weeks ago.

He breaks the very fabric of reality, eyes flashing symbols as he practically screams at Keith (who, being dumb as bricks, assumes it’s a final rap battle and anxiously tries to keep pace with Whitty’s lyrics).

You’re just as terrified--to the point of panicking--but you didn’t want this. You didn’t want to see Whitty this upset.

So you take the cracked microphone that he threw to the side and stood between them.

“GET. OUT. GET OUT OF MY WAY UNLESS YOU WANNA JOIN THEM!!!” 

Despite his ballistic state, you managed to finish the lyrics yourself, trying to calm him down and help him understand that he wasn’t alone. He didn’t have to keep running away all the time.

He keeps shouting over you but at some point he stops and just listens to you, ignoring the worried couple behind you. And by some miracle he actually calms down enough to make the alley turn back to normal.

Keith awkwardly tries apologizing, but you glare back at him like “we heard enough of your beep-bop bull-shit. Just get outta here.”

Finally Whitty accepts your Tylenol offer, resting for the remainder of the day. He feels like he owes you a lot for helping him out after that incident.

But he learns that..you’re not a total prick. You’re actually a good kid.

[clanonadventures]

Can I have Candy and Bamboo Fox headcanons pls?

- Bamboo Fox believes that all flowers smell the same. There is no difference between any of the scents. Any flower that traditionally is not used for tea smells like grass to them.

- Whenever they try to use an electronic, it breaks in their hands. They haven’t figured out why it keeps doing it yet, but they’ll keep trying.

- They don’t actually have to eat to survive, but they have too much love for good food. They enjoy snacking on sun dried tomatoes and beef jerky, but their favorite food is sticky rice.

- Every tube of bamboo on their back is filled with sticky rice. Should they give you one, it means they trust you with their life.

- Bamboo Fox dreams of one day trying every possible tea in the material world, and creating a leaf mix that everyone could enjoy.

- They know not fully what they are, but understand they were brought into being to protect the mountain forest. Also, that they can unhinge their jaw like a snake and digest bones.

-🎋🦊

• Candy sometimes jokes about not having a nose. They do have one. They just can't smell as many things as normal people can.

• Singing is one of the main things that makes her power up. Unless it's a sad song, in which case she just sits quietly and listens.

• They often attempt to design a costume. They keep switching between magical girls and "serious" heroes, unable to decide which they like more.

• Her ideal powers? A brightly colored smoke she could release to lure her villain(s) in. Then she would fight them with super speed and mini candy blasters, fire more smoke from the wrong direction to throw them off, or attempt to capture them with licorice ropes. Sometimes all three.

• Even if they don't quite know how to make their dreams come true, at least they've got a family to sing about every once in a while.

- 🍬

[minkmousesworld]

Hehehe, guess whose back, it's I, kitsune anon >:3 Hope Mousie and everyone else here having a good day <33

Small little thought today :0

Kitsune Reader (based on that little brainrot of where Reader was good "friends" with Tanjiro before they were turned into a kitsune ) and Tanjiro visiting Asakusa :< like a little date <33

Kitsune Reader who probably has to wear a bamboo hat to hide their ears, but no worries Tanjiro knows what to do <33 They just marvel at this city, something so strange and new yet so exciting. Kitsune Reader sulks a little bit when Tanjiro scolds them a lil that can buy everything :<< maybe a little hard for Tanjiro when Kitsune Reader gives them that whole puppy eyes.

<33 overall, they just lost in their little world together. Tanjiro momentarily forgetting he was there for a mission, he was just....enchanted a bit by the beautiful kitsune by his side ;;;

Awww :(( just imagine when Tanjiro caught scent of Muzan and accidentally left Kitsune Reader behind, who was browsing some cloths so they can sew some patches on Nezuko clothes ;;;

The moment of fear when Tanjiro suddenly wakes up somewhere else, in a cloaked house with Lady Tamayo and Yushiro, and Kitsune Reader not in sight ;;; Only Nezuko being there by his side.... Tanjiro wanting to find his lil kitsune but Muzan has to be a little mean and send demons to hunt them down :((

- kitsune anon

welcome home, my honey fox <333 you're so on time, I just recently finally got to hashira kitsune reader (although, to be honest, I'm more passionate about your yandere ideas and concepts but shhhh </3 /hj /pos)

warnings: interspecies relationship [implied], slowburn / ust / platonic relationship, blood, mention of killing, mention of panic attack

ajshsjgshs- im sorry??? and the continuation of the story??? you can't leave everything on that note!

... But you, being confused and scared, because you didn't even have time to immediately understand where your pretty scolding human went when he leaves for much longer than "a couple of minutes" after asking to wait here. And you try to find him by smell — but feel that at some point he just breaks off, as if hidden by someone, and you would like to find him like a watchdog, but you are too weak and inexperienced, shyly circling,

there is too much noise and sounds around you,

and you feel you feel caught when you realize that the world around you is spinning.

Loud sounds of moving things, ringing voices, languid whispers, rustling clothes, crying, laughter, screams, moans; the lanterns are bright that your eyes begin to dazzle, and the exuberant smells of spices and sweets, along with something oily and bitter — poisonous.

Your tails involuntarily start twitching under your clothes, wanting to fluff up to let others know not to approach you, but you press the bamboo hat harder to your head, remembering how your cute lost human told you to avoid exposing your skin.

Body itches, you want to get rid of your clothes so badly, — too rough and stiff, as if scratching your skin until it bleeds, — but you just hurriedly step aside, hoping that he is already waiting for you at that stall. There is too much of everything, too uncontrollable, you almost feel sick, but everything is fine — everything is fine, you are cooing to yourself, digging your nails into the skin, everything is fine.

But he's not there.

And there is no nearby.

The smells change, mix, but his smell is still as faint, subtle, like a mirage that you follow, bypassing every nook and cranny where he could be. It smells slightly of blood — his blood, and you shouldn't feel so excited, but you can't help but inhale the sweetly tart along with the floral misty and bitterly oily. He is near, you feel that he is near, and it makes you feel even more abandoned, knowing that he is somewhere — but not with you.

Nezuko smells calmer, nicer, more familiar, but her smell is simpler, not so saturated — you almost do not feel her, so tiny and delicate, but you hope that she will take care of a fragile human.

And you don't want to sound pathetic, you really don't want to, but the longer you wander like a ghost, the more desperate you become.

When you realize that you are not alone — you are too dangerously close to dig your nails into someone's eyes and tear them out.

Even if something animal in you sobs for a moment that you need to run.

before I get carried away, I wanted to share an idea — I don't know if you will get into it, and if not, then that's fine, but a

world where Tanjirou, along with you and Nezuko, is forced to fight against pillars that have become demons, while canonical demons have become pillars? it's a bit of a cliche-ish, but I can't help but think about Kagaya, who using a mirror [his demon-ability] to watch the battle and see you there;;; tell me that this will not attract his attention, especially that you have about human consciousness and have not regressed, but at the same time do not obey his orders — so you have never known human flesh...

[sketching-shark]

i'd like to see a retelling of wukong's arc where he becomes like azula from atla and when he finally reaches his downfall he has a breakdown similar to her but more disturbing as he writhes under the rubble cursing at the gods in anguish before bursting into rage filled tears, screaming at his failure, like he's being burned in hell. plus I was thinking of writing a fanfic based on the story for my own interpretation of the story.

Augh man from what I've seen of this fandom you definitely aren't the only one who wants to see this monkey in agony at his downfall, anon! I will say though that while he doesn't act this way after being imprisoned, the Quitian Dasheng does have something close to a grief-stricken meltdown centuries later when he sees how Mt. Huaguoshan was burned beyond recognition after the war with heaven. He does, however, have the wherewithal to compose this poem about it too:

I view this divine mountain and tears fall; I face it and my sorrows multiply. The mountain, I thought then, would not be harmed; Today I know this place has suffered loss. Hateful was that Erlang who vanquished me, That heinous Little Sage who oppressed me. In violence he dug up my parental tombs; With no cause he broke up my ancestral graves. All Heaven’s mists and fog are now dispersed; The whole land’s wind and clouds both dissipate. None can hear a tiger’s roar on eastern peaks; Who sees a white ape howling on western slopes? The northern gorge has no trace of fox or hare; All deer have vanished from the southern glen. Green rocks are burned to form a thousand bricks; The bright sand’s changed to a pile of dirt. Tall pines outside the cave have fallen down; Green cedars before the cliff are thin and scarce. Chun, shan, huai, kui, li, and tan2 all are scorched; Peach, pear, prune, plum, almond, and date are gone. How could silkworms be fed with no mulberry? Midst few bamboos and willows birds cannot live. Well-formed rocks on the peak have turned to dust; The brook’s water has dried up—all is grass. No orchid grows on parched earth below the cliff; Creepers o’erspread the brown mud by the road. To what region have birds of past days flown? To which mountain have the beasts of old retired? This gutted spot that snakes and leopards loathe! This blasted place that cranes and serpents shun! It must be for evil deeds in former times That I should this day suffer so much pain.

-Journey to the West Vol. II, Anthony C. Yu translation 2012

[amelmajrii]

This is an issue especially in America of children of immigrants who downplay or are taught to downplay racism against them. A huge issue for example is cultural appropriation of Asian and South Asian clothing, cultural norms and the like. White girls wearing henna for the fun of it. White girls wearing bindis. Fox eye trends. There was a whole year of kimono dresses at forever21 💀. But yet the culture teaches to be grateful and not speak up against the western world that has accepted you. The dash chant is offensive. Racism doesn’t have to be hate crimes and violence. It can be microagressions, colloquial hatred. It’s squinty eyes and bamboo hats, and posting photos of Buddha with a western quote. It’s chakras and white washing of Yoga and Meditation. You can still be grateful for the world you’ve been accepted into, and criticize it.

I don’t know if the former anon is a child of an immigrant or still lives in a south asian country but I completely agree. I think it’s mostly around the world that you see that and I will tell you honestly that a few years back, those comments would not have meant a lot to me and I would not have seen the issue because I feel like we’ve been “raised” to accept these things (and not only the chants by the dash) . Our parents have most of the times told us to let them say what they want. White people often call many SA people many names but we never refute. Don’t get me started about our cultural clothing and style that they’ve appropriated for their trends, for their Coachella festivals but yet western people are the ones who’ll mock these people for wearing cultural clothing on a normal day. I’ve seen shopping sites like SHEIN sell our prayer mats as a rug.

Also, I think we should stop this narrative that the western world has accepted us because most of the time, they still don’t consider us the same as them even if we have the same nationality and also because when our parents or children immigrated to these countries for work or studies, they deserved it and got those papers legally. (Not to forget that some immigrant parents have some of the highest paid jobs in these countries but we get treated as foreigners always.)

[lovehotelreservation]

Aflame

Summary: The livelihood of your village is put in turmoil when communication from the spirit Inari falters with the disappearance of one of its messenger kitsune, Yusuke. His body possessed by a heat that goes beyond merely the sun, there is only one way to ease and extinguish the fire consuming him from within, and that method relies only with you. Feudal Japan/Kitsune AU

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Reader/Kitsune!Yusuke

HELLO EVERYONE! And thus this lovely request from an even lovelier Anon shall close things up for our weekend of requests! ^^; As you can see, I enjoyed myself thoroughly while fulfilling this prompt out, and I can’t wait to post more P5 works, especially in the weeks to come, including this one~! I hope you all enjoy!

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Kitsune, kitsune,

what does Inari say?

Kitsune, kitsune,

what ails you today?

Kitsune, kitsune,

how may I make your suffering go away?

Such was the shared philosophy of the residents of your village. Renowned across the land for the renowned quality of the weapons and tools that the blacksmiths of your hometown produced, it wasn't much surprise that Inari was worshipped and revered dearly by your people. For without the blessings of the great spirit, your village wouldn't have been able to flourish as greatly as it has. Though, to truly appreciate the blessings and properly pay respects in thanks, the kitsune were heralded on an equal level.

Thus came about that passage--an excerpt to an even longer saying--of being sure to revere Inari and its messengers, the kitsune.

There was one kitsune who was a frequent visitor to your village. As soon as you caught sight of white fur streaked with blue and red, you became eager, as it meant that the faithful messenger to Inari by the name of Yusuke, had come to deliver some news to the village, whether about weather, the acceptance of a blessing, a warning of trouble that may come, and more.

Though you were not properly trained to interpret the often stylistic wordings of Inari's message--that was more for the main village priestess, Makoto--it was clear to everyone in town that Yusuke was fond of you. Haru, the daughter of your village's daimyou, often giggled to you how amusing it was to see the fox stride up to the entrance of your town, only to break out into a full sprint whenever you came by to welcome the majestic creature before escorting him to the temples.

As your father was among the most famous blacksmiths in the village, it was an honor that a messenger of Inari would be attached to you. And you cherished the fox just as much, always so happy and joyful to greet him and always so reluctant and saddened to see him leave. He seemed to starved during every visit, whether for the food of the Takamaki bakery or for the touch of your hand, the latter which he yipped and wagged his tail with gleefully whenever you stroked his fur. It truly made you wish that he could stay, to be like a pet that you never got to have. However, knowing his importance to Inari and to your village, you accepted that this was simply how things were meant to be, how Yusuke would just be a frequent guest to your home.

It was why it was so alarming and worrying to you when Yusuke seemed to stop coming to your village.

As summer had finally come at long last, the people of your town became concerned, as the kitsune had yet to bring forth any messages for the season. Without any communication to Inari, there was worry that proper thanks wouldn't be given to the spirit, whether by food offerings or festivals, which in turn could imply ungratefulness by your people. The anxiousness increased as time passed, with Makoto receiving an influx of visitors, you being asked constantly if you were aware of Yusuke's disappearance, and even Futaba--the village astronomer--dealing with a barrage of inquiries whether the stars were aligned unfavorably to your town.

You were left to sit out upon the engawa right before your room, looking wistfully up at the sky as you wondered just where Yusuke could have gone to, whether he was safe and sound, if the Inari was suddenly displeased with your village and not, and so on. This evening was no different, with the moon looking so bright and full. It was looking to be a lonely night, as your family had traveled to Edo to sell the new wares your father had produced in one of the city's bustling marketplaces. Thankfully, you were instead accompanied by your dear friends in the comfort of your room, the shoji left open to let in the cool evening air: Makoto, Futaba, Haru, and Ann, the daughter of the Takamakis.

Seeing how distraught you were over the missing kitsune, the girls thought to treat you to a special dinner of your favorite meals and snacks that they prepared or prepared for you, with Makoto and Ann in the former, and Haru and Futaba in the latter.

Before you was a small plate of inarizushi that Ann just presented to you.

"Take a bite of this, and I'm sure he'll come right back!" She chirped happily, just before pausing, a pout forming as she then huffed "...He better because I pounded a lot of care into the rice!"

A small smile appearing, you offered her your thanks and reached for a piece to do just that. Truly, it would be blessing if that were the case--

One bite into your food and you tensed from a sudden rustling noise. It was took all of you off guard, surely, but it could have just been a rabbit passing through the bushes and other fauna that grew by your house.

Another bite. There it was again, except louder.

Alarmed and cautious, you set your food down while the others wondered out loud what it could be--though Futaba proceeded to hide herself under the table--looking outside in curiosity.

But then the sound occurred once more, right as you caught sight of a blurry mix of white, red, and blue.

You gasped, "Y-Yusuke...?"

Without another thought, you hurriedly pulled on your slippers, grabbed your lantern, and set out to follow after the blur in your yukata, too focused on what was before you to fathom the worried cries of your name by your friends. Though it was night, you often played around with the kitsune in the forest clearing by your home, especially tag and hide and seek. While the blur weaved in and out of your vision--made easier since all you had to go by was the light of your lantern and your moon--you were determined, desperate to see your dear companion once again.

By the curve of certain trees and the appearance of certain flowers, you anticipated to soon arrive at the small meadow where you and Yusuke would often have lunch together.

What you absolutely did not expect was to find the pale, lithe and naked form of a man sprawled across the colorful sea of petals and blossoms.

You shrieked initially in shock, one hand reaching up to cover your mouth. There wasn't even time to consider him to be a full human however, given by the slender but utterly fluffy navy blue tail that was protruding from his backside. As you cautiously lifted your lantern, your eyes moved up to his head, where you could make out ears that matched the color of his short, silky hair and tail.

It had to be Yusuke.

There was a widespread belief that kitsune had the ability to shapeshift into humans. However, it was a theory you never considered to be true, especially with Yusuke, simply because he never changed out of his fox form, even when delivering messages to Makoto.

But to consider just what was going on was something to be debated later, for what was important now was to attend to him. He looked to be feverish, his skin damp with sweat, flushed even in the summer heat, and panting heavily for breath as he remained on the floor.

As strange and bizarre as this situation was, you mustered up the courage to meekly query, "Yusuke? Is that you?"

"Stay...stay back..."

You were alarmed at the sound of Yusuke's speaking voice, a low tone marred by ragged exhaustion. Slowly, he pushed himself up from the floor, all the while he turned back to face you. While you noticed his body tense as his eyes fell onto your form, you were taken by how utterly handsome and beautiful he was. Though you only had the light of the lantern and the moon, the latter cast a heavenly glow down upon his face, which in turn made him look ethereal, like a true being of the heavens.

However, attractiveness aside, for your darling companion to ask that you keep away hurt you deeply, even more since he had been gone for so long.

Noting how disappointed you looked, he gazed at you wearily and shook his head. "Please I only say this for your sake...I am...not well..." Your name fell from his lips and he let out a content sigh, even amidst his present agony. "I would...want nothing more than to be by your side but I...I am unworthy, especially with this...depravity swelling within me. I cannot let you get to close, for I fear of what I...of what I may do to you."

"'Do to me?'" You queried, confused by his word choice, though relieved that he wished to remain around you. Taking a step towards him, you continued to speak, worry evident in your tone. "Yusuke, what do you mean? It's clear that you're in pain, so please tell me what I can do to help!"

A gentle, cool evening breeze brushed by you, rushing past Yusuke, who proceeded to clench his teeth, wrapping his arms around himself as he shuddered, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "G-Gods...I...your scen--"

"Eek! Na-Naked man! Makoto, Ann, Haru! There's a weird pervert here about to attack...!"

The shrill squeal of your name had you twisting your body back in surprise to see a stupefied Futaba holding a lantern up defensively, all the while eyeing Yusuke with complete, utter terror. Though, what was truly terrifying was to see Makoto, Ann, and Haru leap from the bushes, all brandishing bamboo sticks that seemed to have been ripped from the ground along the way, their eyes exuding nothing by protective fury.

"Aaah! It's fine, everyone! It's fine!" You sqwaked, immediately stepping in right front of Yusuke protectively. Though you held a hand up as a gesture to calm, you were caught in a flustered ramble over all this sudden turn of events. "The man behind me is Yusuke, one of Inari's kitsune messengers! He can actually shapeshift into a human, but he still has his blue ears and tail!"

"Shapeshift?" Makoto remarked with utter bewilderment.

"Tail?" Haru repeated with awe.

"He can't even find clothes to cover his shame?!" Ann heaved with anger.

From behind, you could hear Yusuke's breathing worsen, along with the sound of him shifting in place. However, what stood out to you the most was Futaba squealing out "Aaah! He's-- He's going to attack!"

But before you could fully comprehend what she said, you were suddenly enveloped in the tight embrace of Yusuke as his arms wrapped around your body from behind. With the kitsune now in sight, your friends noted his dark blue ears atop his head and the glimpse of a wagging tail. You let out a startled noise, your body freezing in place even if the heat emanating from his skin was just so hot--an inviting heat like that of an onsen. But much like the result of relaxing in a bubbling hot spring, you instantly became flushed when you felt something hard and stiff press against your backside. "Yu-Yusuke--? What are you...?"

"You--!" Ann snarled, gripping her bamboo tightly as she readied to strike. "I'll have you know these hands pound some really good mochi, you freak!"

"Withdraw your arms now, kitsune," Makoto warned dangerously--even as a priestess, she was feared around the village as someone to never cross.

"Or face the consequences," Haru giggled, brandishing her makeshift weapon with expertise. Similarly, the daimyou's daughter had the same reputation.

Gripping her lantern, Futaba put on a brave face while swinging it around in an attempt to be intimidating. "You'll be seeing stars, demon! We'll make sure of it!"

You felt conflicted. On one hand, you understood that your friends simply wanted to protect you from his bizarre actions, but--even stranger--you wanted to understand and ease whatever was distressing your friend.

To feel the rumble of his chest as he spoke was actually quite soothing, even if his voice remained strained. "My...my apolgies for my actions and absence, fair maidens." He too lifted his hand up as a gesture of a reassurance. "It is as your friend says--I am indeed Yusuke, kitsune messenger to Inari. I realize that your village has yet to receive Inari's messages regarding the summer festival. There is reason for my absence, which I desire nothing more than to explain."

While your friends refused to let down their guard, Makoto--still wielding her bamboo stick--remarked with a narrowed glare. "...Go on."

"Though kitsune are messengers to Inari, the merciful spirit allows us to live our lives freely as we wish. Some remain foxes, others masquerade themselves as humans whenever there are no messages to deliver," Yusuke began, trying his best to remain coherent even if his voice remained shaky. His eyes shut as he ended up leaning further against you, which in turn caused his bare, erect cock to press deeper against you. "Unfortunately, a condition that kitsune must endure comes around when the moon is at its fullest--namely, a period where their bodies are overwhelmed by this...hellish heat from within. While I usually was able to fulfill my duties before the time of my heat, I usually sought the mercy of Inari to eliminate it. But it was not the case this summer..."

Yusuke paused, clinging to your body even tighter as he inhaled, a shudder going through him as he continued, "...by mating with another."

You were speechless.

Your friends looked to Yusuke.

Then to his arms.

Then to you.

Who was in his arms.

Then back to Yusuke.

Makoto reached into the sleeve of her white haori, pulling out a ofuda strip before wrapping it tightly around her bamboo sticking. Glaring furiously at Yusuke, she remarked in an utterly terse tone. "Messenger of Inari or not, I will not allow such perversions to sully the good name of my friend! I will pray for forgiveness for the next hundred years for this if I must!"

Ann and Haru mirrored her expression--though the former was scowling while the latter was smiling--all the while they tapped their bamboo sticks on their hands repeatedly. Futaba swung her lantern around as she cried out, "We will burn this forest down and take you with it, you weirdo!"

"Everyone, please...! I wouldn't mind!"

It was strange to find some comfort in Yusuke's embrace. The way he held you--even as constrictive and needy as it was--felt adoring and affectionate, much like how he enjoyed curling up beside you when you decided to take an afternoon nap. There was no true difference between his human and fox form. This was Yusuke through and through.

Really, there was something both touching and alluring to being desired so greatly, especially by a divine messenger. You wondered if the gracefulness that left you awed could also leave you quivering with pleasure.

The small but fearsome mob that was ready to fight on your behalf looked at you aghast.

Ann fumbled with your name and the words she screeched, "Don't you see that he's just using this as an excuse as a way to sleep with you?! He was using his fox form to lure you in and think he's so cute, when really he's a no good trickster!"

Futaba cried out your name, her face twisting with despair. "I didn't know you were into the kind of thing! Who's the weirdo now?!"

Looking mindful, Haru pressed a finger to her cheek as she mused, "Actually, I know of the wives of some daimyou who go to the red night districts of Kyoto and Edo for this sort of thing--"

"Haru, please refrain...," Makoto interrupted with exasperation. Focusing on you and Yusuke, she eyed you with concern and him with disdain. "You, kitsune...so if we are to understand this correctly, your current...bodily state is what's preventing you from returning to Inari to receive its message for delivery to our village?"

"That is correct," he affirmed with a nod, having been far too wrapped up in your scent and body being so close to him to really mind whatever anger was flung his way.

"And if our friend were to..." Her red eyes narrowed in a suspicious glare. "...relieve you of this heat, then you will be able to return to Inari, receive its message, and deliver it to me at long last?"

"I swear it this to you, Lady Makoto. Were the circumstances different, I would've have brought the message to you weeks ago. But my body just...and your beautiful companion..." He shuddered once more, your scent becoming just too much to take. As soon as you stood close by to defend him from the wrath of your friends, whatever scraps of his restraint were burning away in the wake of his heat. For you to be right within his grasp, your scent so intoxicating, all while you were just as compassionate and sweet to him as you always have been even with all of the bizarre twist of events, there was nothing he craved more than you at this moment.

"Oi, keep it in your pants!" Futaba hissed, waving her lantern around in warning.

Ann nodded vigorously, her arms folded across her chest. "Find some already, would you?!"

Makoto held up her hand, motioning for the two to remain quiet. Her gaze softened as it shifted to you, even if they remained worried. "I apologize for having to put you up to this. But as you've seen firsthand, the village is growing restless without hearing word from the Inari--and I know your father is especially concerned too. If you are truly up to taking this task, then go ahead. But...please tell us whatever you may need to make this as pleasant as possible."

"Just say the word, okay?" Ann urged, even if it was clear that she was still unsettled by the situation.

"I can have some of the finest, most comfortable futon brought in from Kyoto by the end of the week if you wish!" Haru added with a wide smile.

"Would kitsune over there even make it until then?" Futaba speculated, while eyeing him and the night sky above.

You offered a wide smile in thanks, bowing your head with gratitude, "All of you, thank you so much. Knowing that you hold me in such regard means a lot. Though I don't think I will need anything els--"

"Rope."

Alarmed, the five of you turned to Yusuke, whose expression was serious.

"What for?!" Ann demanded, the look on her face hardening once more.

"For me--consider this as security for your friend," Yusuke clarified, even if it only brought forth more questions, more suspicion, more anger.

Clutching her head with one hand, Futaba proceeded to yell out to the sky, "Why are there so many kinks being discussed tonight?!"

It was a question that rang out into the night, the answer to be debated for another time. But with Yusuke legitimately minutes from having his way with you right in front of your friends, Makoto thought it would be best to return to your room to prepare for what was to come. He was escorted back to your home, your friends walking in front while he hovered behind you, his hands gently holding onto your waist.

As soon as your house was in sight, Ann was seen running out of your room, a sheet in hand as she chucked it right at him with the cry of "Cover up if you want to get inside, you perv!"

Certainly this evening was progressing along well.

Per his request, you retrieved some rope from your father's workshop, which was quickly taken by Makoto and Futaba, leaving you to be given a pep talk by a giggling Haru and a huffy Ann on the way back to your room.

"If he tries anything that makes you uncomfortable, just yell okay?!" Ann demanded with her arm wrapped around your shoulders. "We'll be in the dining room, but you can bet we'll come running!"

"Mm, perhaps we should see if there are any leftover weapons around the house. Don't you think so, Ann?" Haru queried thoughtfully while walking alongside of you.

"Completely!" She grinned, reaching forward to clasp hands with Haru, leaving you in the middle of a makeshift but pleasant group hug.

By now, you were standing right in front of your room. The confidence and assurance that you carried while easing the worry of your friends waned as your heart fluttered for what was to come. This wasn't even your first time either, but considering the stakes, considering who Yusuke was, there were just so many layers going into this that were as daunting as they were exciting.

The shoji to your room slid open and out came a red-faced Futaba--who seemed to have her abacus in hand--and a calm, satisfied Makoto.

Turning to you, the priestess, once more, eyed you gently as she rested her hands on your shoulders. "I'm sure Ann and Haru said enough, but again, truly...if you feel uncomfortable at any point, tell us and we will be there immediately, alright? Though, I feel confident that he should remain in place with how I did the knots."

Futaba waved her abacus around. "There was no way I could do any of that, so I just calculated the probability of when a riot breaks out in the village if this doesn't work out."

"Futaba--!" Ann and Makoto exclaimed admonishingly.

"It will be fine," Haru reassured soothingly. "Sure the circumstances are odd, but at the very least we can ease the worries of the village. If anything, we should trust in our friend to save the day!" Stepping forward, she took Makoto's and Ann's into hers, all the while gesturing to Futaba with the nod of her head. "But with that said, let us seek out some weapons so we may offer our full protection to any devious beings!"

"Haru, are you a rich kid, or a samurai?" Futaba queried while trailing after Haru as she dragged Makoto and Ann along, the two looking back towards you, at first with worry but then relief when you smiled confidently to them both--even if, again, your heart raced.

With nothing else to do or say, you inhaled deeply before you stepped inside your room, shutting the door behind you.

Though the shoji that lead outside closed--thus minimizing the amount of moonlight being allowed inside--the andon that was present in your room provided enough lighting to see the newfound centerpiece of your bedroom.

There, upon your futon, with his arms stretched out wide and bound to your table by his wrists while his legs were tied securely together with rope, was Yusuke. Restrained, naked save for your thick blanket covering his lower torso and pelvic area, he was there, lying in desperate need for your touch. As soon as he heard the shoji slide open, as soon as your magnificent scent wafted into the room once again, he immediately turned his head towards you, his expression becoming relieved upon the sight of your face.

From beneath him, you could see his tail wag with excitement.

"You're here," was how he greeted you with a blissful sigh.

"I meant what I said, Yusuke." You smiled in return, reaching to undo the ties that held up your yukata. "You mean a lot to me, so no matter the form you're in, I wish to help you."

Seeing you begin to undress, Yusuke's tongue flittered out to run over his lips, unable to contain himself at this point. His mouth had been hungering for you for so long--honestly, even far before this evening, before his heat even began. "Truly, you are divine. Both in spirit and in beauty. I am grateful that you would help me in this pitiful time of need."

Once more you reassured him. Once more he eyed you with desire.

As your yukata and your underclothing fell to the floor, the wag of his tail intensified and his desire intensified, all as your skin was exposed and laid bare for him to behold and marvel. Though you felt a fluttering from within from his unwavering stare, you felt emboldened by his attention, feeling yourself become slick and wet between your legs as you realized just how much he yearned for you.

His body certainly had no shame in telling you once you lifted your blanket off of him, his cock--just so painfully erect at this point--springing up. The moan he let out was only followed by an amused, gentle chuckle as he noticed your awed expression. "I take it that you are fond of what you see."

"Fond would be an understatement." You wanted to touch it. You wanted to lick it. You wanted to ride it.

You wanted it.

Your fingers reached forward to grab at his cock, only to stop midway when you heard him murmur out, "Don't."

"'Don't?'" You were astonished. "But I thought--"

"Sit on my face."

He sounded and looked so serious.

"Yusuke...?" There was that rush of heat towards your face again, aching even more severely between your legs. Your thighs pressed close together, which he noticed--almost wanting to tsk at you because he wanted to part them with his head.

"I do not want to be selfish. Please, let me indulge you before we begin," he murmured, motioning you over with a flick of his head.

You did as he instructed, touched that even in his own suffering, he still had you in mind.

Though, despite him being sincere with his words, the way he feasted on you couldn't be greedier.

The ethereal creature that left you speechless with his grace was not to be seen--or heard--with the way he planted his mouth against your core. Between the quick, hungry laps of his tongue and the noisy suction of his lips, it was impossible to refrain from moaning out loud and grinding down against his touch. He said this was for your pleasure, but with a look to how his wrists within their rope bindings, it was evident that he wanted to indulge himself further with his hands free, to savor more of the honey that was trickling down his chin.

However, he minded to himself, the need for rope was his requests, and surely with how the intensity of his heat has gone right to the extremes, he struggled to maintain his dwindling self-restraint.

With every quiver of your body, with the arch of your back, he was motivated to lick and taste you further until he had his full. Noticing that the rock of your hips was becoming more frequent, he was compelled to intensify the flick of his tongue, only to be left panting out the aghast remark of "W-Why are you pulling away...?"

Your body shivered in response--he sounded legitimately in despair that you withdrew your hips away from his mouth. In response, you didn't wait to press your hand against his cheek, stroking his face adoringly as you smiled, a deep blush of scarlet on your face. "Don't worry, Yusuke. I simply don't want to be selfish. But rather..."

His throat hitched as you proceeded to position and straddle yourself above his hips. He threw his head back with a whimper, feeling your slippery, wet heat glide against the full length of his aching erection, the soft touch of your hand wrapping around the base. "Gods yes...!"

"I want to do this--" You bit your lip, moaning as you eased yourself onto his cock before slowly sinking all the way down. "--with you...!"

Yusuke shuddered violently with a loud cry, his back arching off of the futon, a burn felt on his wrists and legs by how much he strained against them in that very moment. However, he was left stunned when he felt your lips meet his in utter tenderness. The sweet words of "Don't worry, Yusuke. I'm here" were murmured, even if the delivery was breathless.

Such compassion.

Feeling your hands position themselves against his chest, he watched and felt you began to lift your hips up and down his cock, working yourself to a steady rhythm. He wished to shut his eyes in pleasure as he could relief the beginnings of relief slowly trickle down to extinguish the fire pent up within him, but he fought against the urge, for he wanted to instead marvel at your beauty, your sensuality, everything.

Not just for this moment.

Ideally, forever.

However, though you were slow and reserved as you worked yourself down onto his cock, it was clear that you had some experience.

And so he groaned out the following question. "From-- From what I recall...there was a young man before me, wasn't there?" His teeth clenched tightly--whether it was from pleasure or to hold back a hiss was only for him to know. "Your first lover?"

It was a question that seemed out of the blue for you, understandably so. Still, as you continued to ride his cock, you confirmed. "A-Ahh, yes. The son of a daimyou from a neighboring village that once held ties with Haru's father." What an odd time to reminisce. "Goro A-Akechi...I really haven't thought about that name in a while."

"You were...gods...heartbroken when he left, didn't you?" Yusuke continued, recalling vaguely of that young man who he saw hanging around you a few years back, all the while his legs and wrists were yanking and tugging against their restraints even more. Though he never had any bad experiences with the daimyou's son--a charming and kind individual--there was something off-putting, almost sinister about him.

But that could easily have just been his own jealousy, especially since Goro was almost always successful in keeping you to himself whenever Yusuke came to the village for a message delivery.

Though, with Goro no longer around the village...

"We honestly didn't know what we were doing that time. Young love and all," you clarified with a pant. "But-- But I have to admit, he was quite charming and not too bad of a lover...!"

Snap.

That was the sound you heard.

You jaw fell slack at the sight of ruined rope being thrown aside.

Obviously, that was what caused the sound.

But for Yusuke the source was something different.

Namely the last bit of self-restraint he had.

Surely you didn't expect to be hoisted off of Yusuke--along with the noise of even more rope being ruined and tossed away--nor to be suddenly positioned on your hands and knees, with him situating himself right behind you.

"M-My apologies, I know this is...not the most romantic position but--" He shuddered, becoming so wrapped up in pleasure and his own desires and envies that he couldn't think straight. "I-It is the most ideal for mating during heat."

He was rambling again--apologies for going against his request to be bound, apologies for bringing up Goro, apologies for even putting you in this position of helping him solve his problems.

But he was interrupted by your gentle murmur of "Yusuke, face me."

Surprised at first, he did what you said. In turn, you looked towards him as well, proceeding to kiss his lips--softly with assurance. He groaned against the contact between your mouths, even more when you drew back with a tranquil smile on your face.

"Yusuke, please don't worry. Just do as you want to. I said I would help you at this time, right?"

He inhaled sharply.

Then seized hold of your hips.

"You did. And for that I am thankful."

To possess, to claim.

Yusuke considered himself to be above that of other spirits--one closer to humans while still carrying himself in an elevated, refined manner. And yet, to feel the molten heat of your core wrap around and squeeze his cock so tightly as he proceeded to fuck you ravenously, to hear you mewl out his name with euphoric bliss, there was nothing else that could satisfy the primal cravings lurking deep within him.

There was barely any space between your bodies as he hunched low, taken by not an urge, but a need to kiss along your spine and mark at your neck.

Not too bad of a lover, you say?

At this moment, he would make it clear that there would absolutely no one else who could satisfy and cherish you like he could. All those scattered moments across the years spent by your side, wishing to be beyond a mere messenger for Makoto, to take the place of that unscrupulous Goro. Long had he desired you, only to feel restrained by his existence as a kitsune.

But here you were, moaning for him, begging for more of his touch and affection, despite his absence and how he was unable to hide the physical traits that denote him to be a fox.

Acceptance and compassion.

What more could he need out of life?

"Be mine, be mine." He chanted desperately as his hips pounded against your backside over and over. His face buried into your neck, his mouth and teeth seeking your skin while his hands squeezed your hips, feeling just so close to finally achieving release. "Gods, please be mine...!"

"I will, Yusuke! I will!" You responded before your body tensed for a moment before arching, his name released cried from your lips noiselessly until you soon bowed forward, falling against your futon as you felt his warmth seep and pour into you in white, hot spurts.

There was an expected emptiness when he pulled out of you, replaced instead by him curling against your side and pulling you right against his chest, of which you could faintly hear his heart race. So much to take in and fathom, with the only thing made clear and coherent was that you were being embraced ever so lovingly.

Kisses were bestowed upon your face, followed by the enraptured sigh of your name. Your eyes met his, and you could see at long last that he was finally at ease. "I will uphold my duties to Inari to receive its message." He cupped your cheek with one hand, his thumb feathering over your skin. "But when I come back to the village, I intend on staying here, where..."

He paused, wondering if it would be best to continue. However, seeing the trusting and affectionate look in your eyes, he chuckled gently and affirmed with full confidence, "...where my gorgeous mate is--if the feeling is mutual, of course."

This night was truly full of unexpected turns and twists, with no end seemingly in sight until now. Amidst this stability, with all that was confessed, said, and done, you felt at peace as you moved to kiss him once more as confirmation.

And while the two of you savored this feeling, wondering where the two of you would go from here, neither of you noticed the shadow of a small physique coming from outside scamper away.

Hurriedly, towards the dining room, where Futaba, Ann, and Makoto were still discussing how to best make use of the kitchen knives that they managed to salvage, the shadow--or rather, Futaba--burst inside, her arms stretched open wide for dramatic flair as she declared,

"Summer is saved!"

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ayup! bamboo fox is back! can i get a continuation of the whitty’s feral child where they end up in the church from mid-fight masses? like they get lost on a shopping trip or dinner because they got enough money from music and can actually eat for once and the kid gets lost and latches onto ruv, whos on the way to meet sarv, who happens to be trying to pressure keith and cherry into joining. they just watch until whitty comes to pick them up. -🎋🦊

With music finally giving you two a second chance at life, you and Whitty went out to lunch to celebrate.

It was nice to eat in a restaurant. You were even able to leave the waiter a tip (Whitty didn’t know how to tip, so you showed him).

But on the way home, he gets distracted by something and ends up hiding in paranoia.

Though you are oblivious till you find yourself all alone near the local church.

It’s then you see a tall man dressed in gray, sporting a black bandage and an ushanka.

He looks familiar...and you remember: years ago, he was robbing a convenience store, but he saw you were homeless and lent you a snack he stole, trusting that you won’t tell the authorities (which you never did).

You caught up to him, and learn that his name was “Ruv”.

Surprisingly he remembers your face too and is impressed at how much you’ve grown. But he insists he’s “busy” as he heads to the church.

You ask why he's in such a hurry, to which he responds “my friend’s dealing with some pricks who are mocking our sacred home. She just offered them to join and they spat in her face.”

Both you and Whitty had your fair share of people trying to bother you, so you decide to tag along (despite Ruv insisting you’re making a mistake).

Inside the church, you see Keith’s and Cherry’s familiar faces, the latter being scared as Ruv challenges them to a singoff.

‘Dumbshits never learned not to bug people, huh?’ You muse as you witness the entire battle.

Being used to Whitty’s loud voice, you’re not bothered by Ruv’s at all.

Speaking of the bombhead, he storms into the church right as the song ends.

“WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO I WAS FLIPPING MY SHIT--”

After calming him down (again), you explain everything. Though he’s just shaken up and apologizes for not telling you where he went, ready to take you home.

You bid farewell to Ruv, Sarvente, Keith, and Cherry before you both head out.

Despite the nun demon's insistence that you stayed

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

ayup! requesting headcanons for cherry having like a really beefy but gentle bodyguard? like her dad hired them for her safety, and the two are friends at this point, so when cherry starts dating keith, they just chaperone their dates and are there during the rap battles. (i mainly requested this cuz i just wanna see lemon demon get the shit beat out of him, twice). you are doing great! make sure to hydrate. -🎋🦊

Tbh Cherry was 100% oblivious to the fact she had a bodyguard for years...till her Dad told her after she began dating Keith.

So she finally meets you, this tall and beefy purple-skinned demon, and is surprised by your gentle personality.

You're not strict or emotionless like the ones from movies (though you still wreck people's shit if they mess with her).

When she joined Keith on his quest to rightfully date her...that's when your real test began, as you were assigned to chaperone the rap battles.

Dad Dearest gave you full authority to kill the "blue-haired brat" if he ever upset Cherry. But here's the thing: he hasn't done anything wrong.

You reassured her that you'll also protect him, not seeing him as an "enemy".

Throughout the weeks, she sees your true strength--any threat to her would be instantly halted by you.

After Lemon's week 2 song, you lunge at him and squeeze his head, threatening to turn him into lemonade if he didn't stay away from Cherry (and he did...at least for a while).

Later on in week 5 you just yeeted the bastard towards the Christmas tree.

In week 3, you crushed Pico's uzi with your demon magic, making him absolutely terrified of you.

In week 6, you get dragged into Senpai's game, too, and his dialogue with the couple disgusts you (but the script prevents you from interfering). You do remember he and Cherry being exes, so you give him a pep talk after Thorns.

During week 7, you made up for what you did to Pico's gun by helping him slaughter all the tankmen during Stress.

At the end of it, Cherry hugs you, thanking you for protecting her after all these years.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

ayup! can i get a pico scenario with a chill ass s/o who’s known him and keith since they were in school and becomes his mercenary partner? and after they hunt him down, the s/o is just on the speakers, quizzing cherry on things about keith and essentially giving her the shovel talk, before dragging pico away.

-🎋🦊

“Seriously? You don’t know who our target is and yet..we’re still going after him?”

“Who cares about the names of people we're gonna kill?” Pico snorted, gun resting over his shoulder as you two waited at the train station on the outskirts of the city. “Besides, money's money. You’re welcomed to sit this one out while I collect all the dough~” He snickered.

“I never said that, dumbass.” With a small huff, you shook your head, checking the weapons attached to your belt. “I need the cash, too. But don't you think Luis' reason was a little...petty?"

"Whatdya mean?"

"Like..he wants this kid dead just because he upstaged him in a singing match to impress his daughter."

"...eh, guess the old man takes his career seriously. But like I said-"

"Here's the train. Our target should be getting off." You interrupted, pointing out the train that was slowly coming to a stop.

As the doors opened, you and Pico saw the target leaving, along with his girlfriend, who you were ordered not to harm. But you both gawked upon realizing who it exactly was...

That blue hair and white shirt couldn't be mistaken.

"No fuckin' way.."

"Keith?!!"

"Beep...? Ah!! [Y/n]?! Pico??" Keith turned his head to see his old friend and ex-boyfriend standing there. The three of you have known each other since highschool, but eventually went your separate ways after he and Pico broke up.

You noticed your boyfriend's frozen expression and gently shook his arm. "Babe, it's okay...I don't wanna kill this guy either. We don't have to."

"H-Huh?" He looked at you. "Who said I didn't-?"

"It's like you said. Money's money. We can get it other ways, but not this way."

After a few moments of hesitance, Pico finally sighed in defeat. Not even he could put money over friendship, despite the large sum of cash Luis offered to you both.

"...fine. That jackass can use it to invest in some fuckin' therapy if he's that petty.." He sneered, taking out a microphone. "Guess there's a reason he never told us his name."

You nodded in agreement, putting your own weapons away before you went to greet Keith and his girlfriend. Even though you noticed Pico still had his gun out, you knew it was only out of paranoia. And it was currently unloaded so it wouldn't accidentally go off.

After explaining and apologizing for the situation, you decided to join the brunette on the speakers. Together you two spectated the rap battle between Pico and Keith.

As you talked to Charlotte, learning that was her name, you were suspicious of the fact that her dad basically sent you to kill her boyfriend, who happened to be your longtime friend.

She honestly didn't think he was that upset over losing a rap battle that he started. So she wasn't aware of the deal.

"Well listen up, Char.." You huffed, giving her a pointed glare. "I know you can't control how your family feels about him, but if you yourself do anything to hurt him..I'll ship you a bullet with your name on it. Got it?"

Strangely enough she didn't seem fazed by your threat, though she nodded. "I understand..my mom might be nicer to him." She awkwardly chuckled.

After three rounds of singing, you saw that Pico looked utterly defeated. "Man...you dropped some sick beats. But you embarrassed me in front of [y/n]!" He stomped his foot like a whiny child. "You suck!"

"Aaaaand that's our cue. It was fun knowing ya'll!" With a chuckle, you jumped off the speakers and walked over to Pico. "C'mon, babe. I'll treat you to dinner for doing a good job." You grabbed him by the back of his sweater collar and dragged him off, while he just sulked.

Keith watched you leave with him, sighing as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He thought for sure he was gonna get shot...thank goodness you were there.

Maybe next time he'll catch up with you two.

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ayup, clanny! have you seen the AGOTI mod yet? if yes, can you do some headcanons or a scenario where the newly imprisoned AGOTI meets the unwilling warden of the void who’s been trying to escape for a few years (i think time moves faster in the void), so they team up to get out. When Cherry and Keith show up, Cherry actually recognizes the warden as the crazy talented old producer for her and Tabi before they mysteriously disappeared, and they all end up escaping and the warden becomes AGOTI’s new producer. -🎋🦊

Ooooh nice idea! I love the mod so yes ......

"Ugh..stupid-ass demon scumbags!" Agoti stormed around the Void in anger, jumping from one floating rock to the next. "They couldn't handle me taking the spotlight?! What kinda bullshit is that?!!"

"Hey buddy, you might wanna chill out-"

"SHUT UP, ASSHOLE!!" Spinning around, the tendrils of his hair lashed out at the other person who spoke.

But he was surprised when you dodged the attack. With little effort you grabbed his hair and flipped him over, sending him crashing to the ground. He groaned in pain and opened his eyes, shocked to see the electrified prong aimed at his chest.

Though he also saw you were covered in armor, sporting a symbol of some kind on your chestplate. "I'm giving you one more chance to calm down." You warned. "I really don't like hurting people."

"Yeah? Well you really kicked the shit outta me just now.." Agoti hissed, but ultimately decided to give in. "Fine. I'm cool. Can ya point that thing somewhere else?"

You nodded and held your spear back to your side, while he got up and dusted himself off. "Who are you anyway?"

"The Warden of the Void. I assume you're that hotheaded "A Guy On The In-""

"Just call me Agoti. It's less of a mouthful." He put his hands on his hips, looking around at the white sky. "So you're the warden of this place? This goddamn prison that I shouldn't even be in.."

"I heard a lot of folks say that but..I'm inclined to agree with you."

He did a double-take. "Wait, really?"

"According to this log.." Waving your hand, you brought up a hologram that displayed his profile. "You're here for...outshining every singer in your town and threatening the careers of two famous rockstars?"

"...what the fuck..so they weren't bullshitting?"

"No. To be sent here because of that is an unusual punishment."

"So you can't enter a plea deal or whatever? Make those jerks come in here instead?"

"Unfortunately I can't." You made the hologram disappear. "In a way I was wrongfully imprisoned, too."

Agoti seemed baffled, so you explained how you were sent here ages ago. You've forgotten what you previously did, but one day you were just randomly given the duties of the Void's warden. Anything you needed to subdue and process prisoners was granted to you--but you could never leave even if your sentence was finished.

You've sought out ways of escaping for years...without much success. But you didn't wanna get caught, and until Agoti came here, you had no actual incentive to leave.

Once you finished your story, the screen demon hummed in thought. "So..you want out, I want out. I bet we can make something happen." With a toothy grin, he offered his hand to you. "How 'bout you show me the ropes and I'll help you find an escape? Deal?"

"It could take us a long time to figure that out." You hesitated. "You should be aware that time moves exceptionally fast in this dimension. Minutes out there are like hours in here-"

"So what? Better to start finding a way out now than later. C'mon.." Agoti was growing impatient, but fortunately he managed to get through to you, as you shook his hand.

"Alright, Agoti. It's a deal." You smiled.

...........

Neither you or Agoti knew how long it's been since you made that deal to help each other escape.

But finally, you figured it out. The solution was right there in front of you all along:

A singing battle

Singing was the key to escaping this place. With the combined soundwaves of two singers, a portal to the real world could be produced.

Now the only problem was...you were never really a singer, and Agoti was. So it wouldn't be a fair match that can create a strong-enough portal.

"You're tellin' me there ain't another goddamn singer here?!!" He fumed one day as you regrettably told him no other prisoner was proficient in music. "Great..juuuuuust GREAT!! We spent all this time and got nothing out of-!"

"Wait, what's that?"

Agoti looked to where you were pointing, seeing a portal opening up in the sky, before two figures fell out of it: a boy with blue hair and a girl in a red dress.

They crash landed onto the platform you and Agoti were on, miraculously suffering no injuries of any kind.

"Huh..this is new.." He remarked as he approached the couple.

The blue-haired boy made a beeping noise, standing up and rubbing his head. You noticed the microphone in his hands, but more notably..you recognized the girl who was with him.

"My apologies but..have we met?"

"Hm?" The brunette looked up at you, surprised, though you could see her eyes flash with recognition. "Are you...[y/n]?"

"[Y/n]? You two know each other?" Agoti quirked an eyebrow, bewildered. He hadn't known your actual name until now.

"Yeah, a long time ago I was her music producer. But last time I saw her she was with someone else." You mused, trying to remember who her last boyfriend was. "It was.....Tabi wasn't it, Charlotte?"

"Woah woah...Tabi dated her?!! No way. He never told me about that!"

"Yeah um..we were together for a while," Charlotte awkwardly chuckled. "But....I-I'd rather not talk about it. I just have a new boyfriend now. He's Keith." She gestured to the blue-haired guy.

"Yeah! And..uh...skee deh beh doo bop!" Keith pointed at Agoti, who looked offended by whatever he said.

But he went back to snarling at the pair, manifesting a microphone out of thin air as he stepped closer. "Another singer, huh? Well I hope you have better insults than that! Because we're all gonna be here a while....a very long one."

Knowing what was about to happen, you decided to stand by them and make sure nobody else interrupted, while Charlotte hopped onto a nearby floating rock.

And so you watched Agoti and Keith have a rap battle, in which your friend kept losing again and again. You did try to warn him not to lose his temper, as this could be the only chance of you two escaping this prison.

But his frustration and impatience got the better of him, as by the third round he turned the platform into a giant speaker and sent it flying into the air. Poor Charlotte was clinging onto the rock for dear life, but you caught her and tried to keep steady as the platform swayed.

"Well..so much for "staying calm"." You sighed as Agoti shouted at his rival, berating him for "insulting him", before the two had one final showdown.

Although he lost yet again, their combined efforts managed to breach a portal into the dimension, and you all escaped through it.

Finally..you and Agoti were free from this hell.

~Epilogue~

In the weeks following the events in the Void, you've decided to become Agoti's new music producer once his career started back up. Thanks to your talent, the fans returned in no time at all.

The main issue was him previously making a competition out of singing, so he decided to perform his music locally and lose the ego...just a little bit of it.

Meanwhile Solazar, his friend and manager, was concerned about Charlotte and her ties to the family that trapped you to begin with.

Though the two of you just brushed that aside for the time being, wanting a chance to experience the real world again.

It was good to be back.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I also agree with Turron, Harem, Rhinestone anons.

Ruv hot.

-🎋🦊

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

did i send in an ask about whitty’s feral child? i don’t remember if i did and i dont want to accidentally send it in again. -🎋🦊

Yep!

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

are we describing ourselves? uh, just imagine a little red fox with closed slit eyes, a raggedy ass cloak, and one of those wood carriers on its back filled with bamboo. whether i am upright or on all four is up to the artist i suppose. -🎋🦊

You know that's EXACTLY how I imagined you

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

did tumblr eat my anon character art? because i will be very sad if it did. -🎋🦊

I did get it! Try checking the "anon art" tag