#classic yokai

[newscarsting]

doodl

[badschmitt24071994]

Kurama Youko by YuYu Hakusho

[applesjuice]

Hi!

Your new part was awesome!!!!

Now, I have a lil' question!

I saw to you got some idea from the leaks °_°. I do wonder what you got in mind!

Btw, just in case. The...uh... act that Typhlosion did was horribly mistranslated.

Typlosion did nothing wrong! Akari's Typhlosion weeps at the accusations!

But I've been wanting to include Looker and the International Police for a later part, but also I've been kind of determined to get Nihilego in there somehow because it's one of my favorite pokemon lol. (A dark part of me wants Carmine in her mental breakdown era to mistake Nihilego for her dead brother, kind of like that pokemon anime episode where Mohn was living with Nihilego thinking it was Lily)

But the leak in particular that I found interesting was this one.

Arceus plate fragments in Silvally Disc's. It speaks a lot for what the Aether Foundation was researching and makes it so easy to tie Sun and Moon into PLA considering the plates appear within rifts.

I've been wondering where I should take Juliana since I have plans for all the other characters, but this little tidbit right here pretty much let me take a little plot I have in mind for Lying in Sunshine a bit further. 😉

[authorisedgardian]

I'm currently writing chapter 27 of my book, now 90,000+ words in and it got me thinking about chapter 3 and 4 of my book so in this post I'm going to speak about them a bit. I will be leaving some major parts out of this post but there will be very slight spoilers for my unreleased book ahead.

Both chapter 3 and 4, even though it is still early within my story are actually some of my favourite parts which surprised even me. I had expected any of the chapters on necromancy of perhaps some of the battles to be my favourite but no. In these chapters the Humans who started a rebellion and wanted to live a life free from others influence, end up up at sea until they reach some unknown ruins. After exploring they discover they are actually inhabited and this is where my race influenced from Japanese mythology come in that are based on the various Yokai of myth, I won't reveal anymore than that.

When I first wrote about this new race I only planned for them to be a minor part of the overall story, maybe even just these few chapters but as I continued writing about them, they really grew on me. When they first meet, they of course speak different languages, which I don't just have them all understand each other straight away. I think having multiple languages in a world is nice and makes sense if they had zero interactions with each other in the past and had entirely different upbringings. To summarise they do get to know each other and the Humans end up helping them in a way that I would rather not spoil too much.

In the end I actually ended up changing the "ending" of this little plotline as I actually felt truly guilty for one of the only times ever in my life. Originally there was going to be lets say a lot of murder but I felt bad for the leader of my new race and I instead had them go a different pathway which then allowed me to make them into a larger part of my story in the future.

Next post I'll probably speak about chapter 5, maybe 6 a little bit.

[mythicalportal]

The Bake-kujira (Japanese: 化鯨, ghost whale) is a mythical Japanese yōkai (ghost, phantom, or strange apparition) from western Japan. It is described as being a skeleton whale that is accompanied by unknown fish and weird birds. It takes its revenge against people who hunt whales or eat whale meat, and does so by cursing them with plagues and fire. It is also known as Hone Kujira (骨鯨, bone whale).

In one story, a fisherman tries to catch it with his harpoon but the harpoon sailed right through it and the Bake-kujira floated away. In other stories people say that the Bake-kujira brings a curse and general misfortune to the area where it is spotted.

[tidal123]

"Demons", Gods, and In-betweens in the Series: Love and Redemption (Part 1)

There are many non-human Chinese mythical creaturesthat appeared in the tv series Love and Redemption(LnD), especially 妖怪(translated as “demons”). I find this subject extremely interesting so I'm going to try summarize them and record their first historical appearance if possible. Many of them come from an ancient book called The Classic of Mountains and Seas 山海经(the Classic). It was written sometime around 4th to 5th century BC. So it's probably one of the oldest books that survived. And it is a source of inspiration for the entire history of China for those who write the monster and strange occurrence tales. In this post I will try to include descriptions about the relevant mentions of the "demons" from the Classic and other sources, although I'm sure better translation already exist.

* The reason I said “translated as demons” and not just use “demons” directly is because they are really not the same concept. There is little to no religious meaning to 妖怪. If you have to squint, 妖怪 likely popularized because ancient Chinese believe that everything have spirit and potential to gain wisdom and transform into higher beings. So in later time like Tang to Qing dynasties there are many 妖怪 that developed from nonhuman animals or plants in such stories, sometimes even objects. But there are also naturally occurring creatures that sometimes are monsters, sometimes gods or semigods in charge of certain functions like wind, thunder, natural disasters etc. like many of those described in the ancient Classic of Mountains and Seas.

烛龙Torch Dragon 

First appearance: the Classic [山海經], 2 entries, around 4th century BC

In the Classics of Montains and Seas it is said to be a torch-bearing dragon that shines light in the night-folds darkness. It creates day and night, summer and winter by opening and closing its eyes and breathing in and out. Obviously an ancient god.

In our show, a spirit/ghost of the torch dragon was summoned to guard the Colored-Glass Lamp in heroine’s sect Shaoyang. It is a much less powerful version of the Torch Dragon but still created a lot of trouble for our protagonists. It seems that the spirit/ghost of Torch Dragon cannot truly be killed because it can be resummoned.

鲛人 Fish-person or merman

First appearance: the Classic [山海經‧海內南經], around 4th century BC

A non-human tribe living in the South Sea. It is basically translated to merman because they have an upper human body and a fish tail, although it has nothing to do with the western version the phrase usually refers to. Unlike their western counterparts, they are said to be tame and mild, good at producing a specific type of beautiful clothes that won’t get wet in the water, and when they cries their tears turn into pearls. In later stories they are often depicted as victims of humans’ greed and lust.

In LnD we see one important side character that is Tingnu, who is a doctor and used to serve in the court of heaven’s realm, although in the show merpeople are categorized as demons. He was the first demon that our protagonists encountered that made them questioned their concept of right and wrong that was taught to them.

蛊雕 Gu Eagle

First appearance: the Classic [山海經‧南山经], around 4th century BC

This is an eagle-like, water-dwelling monster with horn on its head that eat people. It is said to live on a mountain rich with minerals with no flora.

In LnD Gu Eagle is the first major dangerous demon our protagonists encountered. It needs to be noted that unlike the merman who is a “naturally-occurring humanoid being”—born with a humanoid shape. The Gu Eagle in LnD was said to have cultivated for 500 years and was on the verge of gaining a human shape. It was quite powerful that even the elders of the Righteous Sects don’t dare face it alone and instead grouped together and prepared themselves fully. Our protagonists had no chance against it at that stage, or so they thought. 

瞿如鸟 Qu Ru Bird

First appearance: the Classic [山海经·南山经], around 4th century BC

It is said to be a bird of white head, three legs, and a human-like face. It lives on a mountain rich with gold and jade, and populated by animals such as rhinos and elephants.

The shows’ Qu Ru Birds are very different from those described there. In the show, Quru birds appeared as a swarm of dark greenish colored birds that was able to attack humans, but don’t seem like much different than regular animals. They were controlled by a Ao Yin to drive away humans and collect certain herbs. Eventually Sifeng let them escape after Ao Yin was killed.

傲因 Ao Yin

First appearance: It is said to first appear in [山海經] but the description differs greatly from later stories. We will take later descriptions during the Jin Dynasty because they are closer to what appeared in the show: 

Au Yin is said to be a humanoid creature with very long tongue, wears shaggy clothing with many knots and has a taste for human brains. It lives in the west-wasteland and attacks lone travelers to eat their brain.

攫(玃)猿 

First appearance: (probably) Accounts of Strange Things [述異記]  by Zu Chongzhi 200–265 AD

This is a giant monkey-like creature that was said to abduct human females to impregnate them and then send them back home to rear the child. If they refuse it kills the woman. Obviously it is a monster. Funnily enough it seemed to have traveled to Japan in the Edo era（1603～1867）and was called kakuen locally. It was written in the Japanese encyclopedia Wakan Sansai Zue of the same time to be a type of "yamako" (玃), which is the same character as the Chinese version. 

In our show this monster appeared as a serial killer who target newly-weds due to his hatred of a female cultivator who seriously wronged him. Our protagonists chased him to his “burial site” and killed him because, well, he is a serial killer who targeted innocent people.

TBC

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

I really need to stop watching YouTube videos about horror games when I'm home alone because every time I leave my room to go get food my brain goes "What If There Were Something Behind You"

[sins-of-the-sea]

I bet Abena would be fond of the Kasa-Obake yōkai!

"I don't know what those are!"

"They're also a type of tsukumogami, which are discarded household items that come to life after living a certain age. Supposedly if a paper umbrella turns 100 years old, it may obtain its own life. They often have one eye, a very long tongue, and a single leg for its handle. Often times they are represented wearing a single shoe. They may or may not have arms."

"Oh my goodness, they are adorable!!"

"Heh. I thought you might find them endearing, love.~"

[king2artvintage]

1920s Elegance: Vintage Pocket Watches

The 1920s, often referred to as the "Roaring Twenties" or the "Jazz Age," was a time of tremendous change and cultural transformation. It was an era of glamour, innovation, and a newfound sense of freedom. In the midst of this dynamic period, vintage pocket watches emerged as iconic accessories that embodied the spirit of the age. These timepieces weren't just tools for keeping time; they were intricate works of art that reflected the elegance and sophistication of the era.

Design and Aesthetics

Vintage pocket watches from the 1920s were characterized by their exquisite craftsmanship and attention to detail. The cases were often made from precious metals like gold or silver, and they featured intricate engravings, filigree work, and even gemstone embellishments. These watches were a testament to the craftsmanship of the time, and they exuded a sense of luxury that was in line with the opulence of the 1920s.

One of the most iconic design features of these pocket watches was the Art Deco influence. The Art Deco movement, which reached its peak in the 1920s, was known for its geometric shapes, bold colors, and a sense of modernity. Vintage pocket watches often incorporated Art Deco elements into their design, making them both fashionable and visually striking.

Timekeeping Precision

While vintage pocket watches were certainly fashion statements, they were also highly accurate timekeeping instruments. Many of them were equipped with manual winding movements that required regular winding to keep accurate time. The movements were often made by renowned watchmakers of the time, ensuring reliability and precision.

Status Symbols

Owning a vintage pocket watch in the 1920s was a symbol of status and refinement. These timepieces were not mass-produced but were instead crafted by skilled artisans. They were often given as gifts on special occasions and were treasured heirlooms passed down through generations. The act of pulling out a beautifully designed pocket watch to check the time was not just practical but also a statement of one's taste and sophistication.

Influence on Fashion

The 1920s was an era of fashion revolution, with flapper dresses, cloche hats, and sharp suits dominating the scene. Vintage pocket watches perfectly complemented this fashion-forward period. Men and women would often wear pocket watches as accessories, attaching them to chains or ribbons that dangled stylishly from their clothing. The watches served as both functional timepieces and fashionable adornments.

Collectors' Items

Today, vintage pocket watches from the 1920s have become highly sought-after collector's items. Their historical significance, exquisite design, and limited availability contribute to their appeal. Collectors around the world avidly search for these timepieces, often restoring them to their former glory to be enjoyed for generations to come.

Conclusion

In the world of horology, vintage pocket watches from the 1920s occupy a special place. They are not only timekeeping instruments but also windows into a glamorous and transformative era. Their intricate designs, precision movements, and cultural significance make them enduring symbols of 1920s elegance. Whether you're a collector, a fashion enthusiast, or simply someone who appreciates the beauty of a bygone era, a vintage pocket watch from the 1920s is a timeless accessory that continues to captivate hearts and minds.

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Yokai Harem x Reader (I)

This is probably my longest running dysfunctional daydream scenario, so I thought I'd share it here.

As stereotypical as it gets, you've fallen into an old well and found yourself in feudal Japan. Almost immediately, you're attacked by a yokai that calls you by a name you don't recognize. He insists you possess the soul of an ancient priest that would capture demons under a binding contract. Something isn't right, however, so your life is spared until further clues come to light. With two men unwillingly bound to you, you begin to uncover this mess as more 'collection pieces' show up. They might prefer you to their previous owner.

TW: violence, monsters

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Character Guidebook]

You vigorously cough out whatever grass you seemed to have bit into when you hit the ground. Was all this vegetation here just one moment ago? As you get up and dust your knees you're brought back into focus by the loud buzzing of insects. You look above and involuntarily squint your eyes. You didn't expect to see a full, bright sky.

"What the hell?" is all you can mutter.

You and your university friends had planned a quick trip to the neighboring Tokyo, just to visit some trending local cafes and shop around. You somehow wandered into the suburbs and found a very obvious path to a large shrine that was visible from the bottom of the stairs. Now, what's more stereotypical than finding a shrine, approaching it with shy steps, dangling the old rope of the bell and humbly clapping your hands together for a quick prayer that gives you a fake sense of meaningfulness? Then again, you love a good cliché. So you did just that, and then whipped out your phone to snap some artsy photos of the place. In your search for the perfect angle, you spotted a wooden structure among some pillars and zoomed in to realize it's an old well.

Here's where you awkwardly tiptoed away from your friends. You couldn't possibly confess to them that you're one of those anime nerds, and that you immediately thought of a certain classic title, and that this could make a very good impromptu cosplay shoot. You could smell the nostalgia as you carefully swayed your way behind the pillars and under the shade of the tiled roof. You bent over carefully (apparently not carefully enough) to asses how deep the well was. Just as you were about to exclaim its shallowness, you felt the gravity pull you inwards. Within seconds your head made contact with the moist soil and you briefly blacked out as the rest of your body arrived in proper position.

Unpleasant, but you've had migraines worse than this. Though now you're wondering whether you might've damaged some important brain parts, given the sudden change of scenery. Or has your dysfunctional daydreaming finally caught up to you?

You laugh silently and test the walls around you, feeling for some contact point that you can use to pull yourself back out. You finally crawl out, but freeze with your elbows around the frame of the well, looking ahead.

There's no building around, just tall grass and what seems to be the beginning of a forest. You remember to blink, and each time you close your eyes you hope to see the shrine once again, to no avail.

"I thought I'm past the risk age for schizophrenia", you mumble in a humorous attempt. The situation is so absurd that you need to share it with an imaginary audience.

You muster up the courage to step out and onto the ground, with extra caution as if it could vanish at any moment. After brief consideration, you slap a bunch of weeds in front of you to test their consistency. The hard stems hurt your wrist and you nod. This is a little too intense to be just a hallucination.

Alright, so you got trapped in some sort of feudal anime remake. What now? You glance around, almost hoping to see some white haired man sleeping against a tree with an arrow stuck into the chest. You check your phone. No signal, but thankfully it still works. You have a battery and its charger, but the latter is probably useless. Unless this remake comes with electricity. You chuckle at the thought. Who knows, maybe it's one of those isekai otome games instead and some timeline inconsistency or loophole will provide you with an outlet.

After trying the well one last time without success, you decide to at least find another human being. Then you can get some grasp of your whereabouts and situation. You notice a patch of grass that's been bent to the ground, probably from frequent stomping. That's a start. You follow the hints of bipedal movement and hope for the best.

The improvised path slithers downhill and around the mass of trees, and you question whether the fields ahead might have traces of houses on them. You pick up your pace in anticipation.

A sharp swish of an unknown object causes you to flinch and halt, and before you can process it, a thin blade lays inches from your nose. You follow its length and find the source: a tall, horned (???) man with silver hair.

Ironically enough, he seems to be more shocked than you. His facial expression flips from focused anger to unbelievable confusion within seconds. His eyebrows are raised and his lips part.

"Ah!" you yell as the gears begin to turn. "Christ, you almost made me question my sanity!

Now let me tell you, this is some great cosplay. I was about to beg for my life. Hah! How the hell did you pull the whole transition? Is the well a tunnel? I hope I didn't accidentally break into some event."

The man returns his sword into its sheath, still in deep disbelief.

"You're not him, are you? But then again..."

"Huh? Him? I'm sorry, were you expecting someone? If you show me the way out I'll disappear in a moment." you turn around, prepared to be led to the exit. "Who're you cosplaying, anyways? I'm a big fan of historical dramas, but I don't recognize the character design."

"I don't understand what you're saying." the man tilts his head in utter surprise.

"Alright, I get the point" you force a laugh, slightly irritated by the persistence. "You're deep in your acting, I get that. Focus and all the jazz. But my friends are around the corner and I don't have signal, can you please skip the theatre and show me the exit?"

"The exit to...where? You're outside."

You sigh, loudly, and click your tongue. "Enough of this, please. Where's the shrine?"

"Ah, I get it. You're trying to confuse me." he pulls his sword back out. "I've had enough of your tricks. You're in an early stage, aren't you? Not strong enough to fight back. I can sense it."

Oh God, it's one of those maniacs, you think to yourself. You raise your arms as a peace offering and hope you won't be featured in the 5pm news with multiple stab wounds.

"Listen man, I really don't know what you're talking about. I'll leave quietly and won't bother you again, I promise."

You gulp and await a response, but the man's mouth opens and the words are replaced by a foreign, disembodied shriek. There's a rapidly approaching heavy shuffle that sounds like the trample of many limbs. You feel your leg being hooked into something and the ground turns around at a dizzying speed.

Something just grabbed you.

Given the movements of the lips, you're assuming that the mysterious cosplaying maniac is yelling something, but your ears are ringing and throbbing as the adrenalin begins to pump. You're being thrown around by something and you can feel the skin holding your leg together creaking and tearing with every jolt.

You manage to land your eyes on the creature. The teeth are unnaturally sharp and it seems to have many arms and legs arranged in a scattered order along the scaly body. It trashes around in such a fluid, dynamic way, that you doubt it could be the result of any machine. It's a living thing and currently attacking you for whatever reason.

Once the bizarre reality settles in, panic floods your body and you scream for help. If not the maniac, then some godly intervention. You did offer a small donation at the shrine, it has to count for something.

The spectacle doesn't last long, since the silver haired man doesn't hesitate to behead the creature. You can see that he wasn't making empty threats with his sword skills. You'd prefer, however, if you weren't the next one to go under his guillotine. Your body rolls over the dirt, limp from the shock.

You tilt yourself upwards pathetically and let out a groan once you attempt to use your leg to stand. You turn around and notice the aftermath of your little air ballet. There's a deep wound and thick, red blood is oozing out, scrambling to form a protective crust.

"You... really can't fight at all, can you? You weren't lying."

The man is now standing in front of you, the same amount of disbelief he had at the beginning.

"How the hell would I have fought that...that..." you choke and can feel tears forming in your eyes. "I don't understand what's happening. I just want to go back home. I don't know what's happening." you start sobbing and angrily rub your eyes, hoping to trigger some sort of way to wake up. But your eyelids burn and you feel awake. This was never a dream.

Your sudden meltdown startles the man and he awkwardly hovers his hands over you, unsure of how to handle this.

"Sorry, if I had known, I would've stopped it earlier. I genuinely thought you're..." he sighs. "I'm really sorry. You got hurt because of me."

"Can you please tell me where I am? I feel like I'm going crazy. It's year 202X and I was out with my friends and fell into a well. I've never seen a creature like that in my life. I somehow ended up here and I can't go back. Where the hell is this?"

"I... I don't understand what's happening either. I came here because I sensed he's back. I didn't expect to see... well... you." 

You scan his face. His frown is sincere. Which, truth be told, is even less helpful. You're back to square 0, it's getting dark and your ankle is trashed. 

You just want to sleep.

You stare at the ceiling, hands locked together over your chest. The improvised hay mattress isn't exactly comfortable, but it's certainly better than nothing. You sheepishly glance at the horned man. He's sitting by the window, idly looking outside with hooded eyes. He seems to be tired, too. 

"Try to get some rest", he'd told you earlier. Easier said than done. After the monster attack, he carried you on his back until you found an abandoned hut. His way of apologizing for letting you get mauled. As you walked, he narrated his reasoning to you. 

His name is Kiritsubo. When he was a child, a human dressed like an onmyouji took him in for training. Said to be the successor of Abe no Seimei himself, the man was feared throughout the country for his supernatural powers. Most of his strength, however, came from the collection of yokai he'd gathered to work for him. None of them had agreed to it, but no one knew how to break the bond subduing them. Eventually, the old man succumbed into his eternal slumber, yet the yokai were still not freed from the contract.

Some of them suggested he wasn't truly gone. Merely reincarnated. And today, he felt it for the first time. That's how he stumbled upon you. You appear to have part of his soul within you, whether you realize it or not. But if you truly have no knowledge of it, he doesn't have the heart to slaughter an innocent. 

"What about the rest?" you blurt out, quietly.

Kiritsubo turns to you, mildly startled.

"What do you mean?"

"You said the man owned 12 legendary yokai. Are you the only one left?"

"No." He frowns. "They most likely know about you already. Let's try to send you back to your world tomorrow, because they will not be as forgiving."

A shiver runs across your spine. This one is scary enough already. You pray you'll be home before you can meet any other beast.

"This is where I found you, so the well shouldn't be far." 

The silver haired man surveys the horizon and you limp forward. 

"I'll check the area, since you can't walk much."

As soon as he says that, he vanishes. You're left with the heavy buzz of afternoon cicadas. You might as well do your own search. Keep yourself preoccupied. The idea of leaving this behind fills you with excitement and you find enough strength to push ahead. 

A few minutes later, you hear a shuffle behind you. Could it be that Kiritsubo already found the well? Enthusiasm fills your chest and a burning heat spreads out. Although it speedily pools in your left shoulder, and you notice in horror that it wasn't enthusiasm taking over your body. A blade is sticking out of your shoulder, avoiding anything vital as some sort of mockery rather than omission. 

"Found you."

The voice is deep and foreign. You barely manage to tilt your head and meet the glowing red eyes of a black haired man. Dark horns are twisting menacingly from his crown and his expression is that of pure wrath. As fresh blood drips down your chin, you wonder if this is the next yokai in line to seek his revenge.

How will you get out of this?

[tmnt-ocxcanon-comp]

TMNT OCxCanon Comp Round 2

Learn more under the cut!

Astraea Starlock (Astra)

@atlantahammy

Canon Partner: Donnie! Dating > Married

Astra is a mage (Or witch if you want to be technical) with the ability to see the past, future, present events, what could of be, and what never will be, who is running her father’s new magic shop in the hidden city, when she meets Donnie, who she knows is to be her future partner! After a rocky start and sorting things out, they become a rather classic science x magic duo that cook up all kinds of alchemical chaos!

https://atlantahammy.tumblr.com/post/738791347518144512/prev-current-next-sweats-violently-it comic where i am slowly introducing her.

Art by funneylizzie

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Tomiko Kaneko

@mishacakes

Leo, chaotic friends in teens, dating in late teens/beyond

Tomiko is a bakeneko yokai, Leo is a mutant ninja turtle. Their dynamic no matter what stage in their life is silly and teasing, sincerity hidden under many layers of masks, carefully crafted personas, and irony. Despite all that they’re fiercely supportive of one another, growing closer without ever losing that friendship.

https://mishacakes.tumblr.com/post/728276247302569984/full-tomiko-references-tomiko-is-a-genderfluid

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[badschmitt24071994]

Basara kubikiri - samurai shodown

Basara Kubikiri is a type of yūrei (or ghost) who was "reborn" due to an extreme hatred he harbored before his death. Basara and his wife Kagaribi were both killed by the demon Zankuro. Because his hate for the demon was so deep, he came back from the dead. Although his heart and mind had gone mad, he hunts Zankuro for revenge. After Zankuro had been killed, Basara searched for ways to finally rest in peace. After finding out that Amakusa was the one who brought him back from the dead in Samurai Shodown IV, he heads for Shimabara to kill Amakusa. His soul was eventually captured by Mizuki and was sealed away.

[lactoseintolerentswag]

Rise Characterizations Pt. 8!!!!!!!!

This has literally been sitting in my drafts for so long I forgot it existed. Sorry to all the Baron Draxum fans (and Draxum himself, bbgirl deserves better). If you're new to my line of notes here's the beginning where I started with Raph. Alright part 8, Baron Draxum, here we go.

Language Habits:

Speaks in long and drawn out sentences, if you're getting nervous about run-on sentences you're on the right track

Due to this, tends to give speeches or monologues

Dramatizes everything fairly eloquently, look for the most exaggerated form of a word. Classic villain speak: "imbeciles", "brethren", "eliminate"

Puts emphasis on those dramatic adjectives and verbs

Occasionally refers to himself in the third person, not as often as Raph

Tends to yell or raise his voice when frustrated or lost in passion

A common gag is trailing off in a casual tone about the severity of his experiments ie his "if it works right" about the ooze causing pain when mutating that poor fish guy

Personality:

Incredibly intelligent yet impatient. It isn't known to my knowledge who taught Draxum or if he taught himself, but his mastery of alchemy and fighting makes him a truly impressive opponent. However, he's always cutting corners to get to his goal. He wasn't willing to raise through the ranks of The Foot the traditional way, he created an army of mutants rather than seek yokai, and was unwilling to spend further time interpreting the prophecy of doom towards yokai-kind

Flair for the (over)dramatic. Draxum is almost your classic evil villain kind of guy. He'll pull out all musical stops, including flowing hair and clothes. On the other end he'll completely overreact and commit to things of little matter like his position as a lunch lady.

Unyielding in his stubbornness. Draxum is not easily swayed in his belief, and even as hard as Mikey tries he is not rid of his disdain for humans by the end of the series. Guy was also incredibly persistent in his research despite his lab blowing up twice. This also allows him to hold longer grudges, even resorting to childish pettiness if he feels annoyed enough.

Affinity for muscles and power. He was drawn to Lou Jitsu for many reasons, but a main one was definitely his muscles. All his guards are usually incredibly beefy, and he was immediately drawn to Raph as "beautiful" when he's reintroduced to his specimens. As for power, he's drawn to the dark armor and is lost in the ecstasy of being imbued with so much mystic energy.

Self-absorbed and egotistical. Draxum is kind of obsessed with his title and self-proclaimed responsibility for saving yokai-kind. He's not one to easily admit his mistakes and takes great pride in his work.

Willing to toe the line of morality. Huginn and Muninn have blatantly called him their evil boss, but Draxum does see his actions for the good of yokai-kind. I don't think he really cares if he's working with evil organizations (The Foot) or doing evil things if he saves the day.

Team builder. I think it's interesting how Draxum is drawn to building teams. He's drawn to working together, all he wants to do is unite yokai and his mutants into an efficient force. This does not mean he's very successful.

Miscellaneous:

Has minor telekinesis

Was a warrior before he was an alchemist

Does not have a good relationship with the Three Heads (apparent leaders of the Hidden City)

Controls seeds that can a) grow into vines, b) expand into robotic vine gauntlets, c) encase his gauntlets into meatier gauntlets that can shoot out waxy cocoons

Is referred to as a sheep-man from the brothers, but I suppose whatever animal you interpret him as is up to you

Has a great singing voice :) ( which is subjective I suppose)

Alright now that is finally posted just gonna let you know that this Isn't the last of my rise analysis posts!! I'm so sorry for the wait!! I got lost in so many schedule things. I'll try and pump a few more analysis posts out within these next few weeks (excluding June 16-22), but I've also been busy working on miscellaneous wips. Thank you for being so sweet to me on all the other notes posts, you guys are so awesome :)

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

If it's okay, can I request for a one-shot of the TFA X ROTTMNT crossover AU about Splinter and Megatron reuniting please?

Like at one point in the AU an ennemie common to both Autobots and Decepticons is making attacks to invade both factions and this result to the classic "Autobots/Decepticons alliance scenario" with the ROTTMNT gang(the turtles, Splinter, April and Draxum) being the neutral faction acting as mediators between the two factions.

This lead to Splinter and Megatron officially reuniting, everyone to find out that Splinter had made Megatron his sons's godfather, the Cybertronians, Megatron incluses, to finally learn what a godfather is(maybe they have a Cybertronian equivalent but is called differently) and everyone reacting to the revelation!

Getting autobots and decepticons work side by side was like pulling teeth. Even with the quintessons breathing down their collective necks, threatening to destroy them all, they couldn't let go of old grudges. Splinter supposed that was the downside of living as long as they did, it just made the past so hard to let go off. Why forgive and forget when you can spend millennia hating someone and still have majority of your life left?

He wasn't even trying to make them like each other. Splinter wasn't going to waste his time mending the damage caused by a million year old civil war, they did not have that much time, but was it really too much to ask for for these bots to at least pretend to act civil with each other? Five minutes without anyone bickering, that was all he asked for! But noooooo! The moment he looked away, the very second he relaxed and thought that maybe they could get somewhere and achieve something, they would start arguing about the smallest things!

"Don't touch me."

"Stay on your side of the room."

"Get your own fuel."

"Stop looking at me!"

"You're venting to loud!"

It made him want to throw himself into a smelter furnace, feet first. Seriously, it was like looking after a bunch of children! And Splinter would know, he had raised four of them all on his own! At least his kids had been easy enough to distract with movies and games. There was no distracting these gigantic toddlers from throwing their temper tantrums.

These babies also just happened to be giant alien robots with inbuilt weaponry.

Splinter supposed he was lucky, in a sense. Last time he had found himself in a cybertronian body, he had been all on his own. He had been forced to figure out most of that stuff on his own. Some stuff had been easy, like walking. Transforming for the first time had been weird. He had gotten stuck halfway and it had taken him two hours to get himself unstuck. At least this time, he had his family with him.

Yeah, sure, it certainly made him more anxious, as he now had to worry about their safety, but it brought him comfort to have them around, to hear them chatter and joke around like usual. It brought with it a sense of normalcy. It also helped that they also worked hard to keep the autobots and decepticons from killing one another. Hell, even Draxum was a massive help. The yokai-turned-cybertronian had this way of demanding respect from decepticons that they appeared familiar and receptive to.

As much as he loathed to admit it, Splinter envied them somewhat in that regard. His cybertronian form had changed, now matching his mutated body, and his short and stocky frame made it too easy for both sides to disregard him.

Splinter didn't exactly strike the intimidating figure he once had, with no one on Cybertron being able to recognize him and ouch, didn't that sting, knowing that he had lost even that, that in whatever body he found himself in, he was unrecognizable.

Whenever he introduced himself as Splinter, bots would roll their optics and scoff, finding it humorous that he had the same designation as the old legend. THAT Splinter had been tall, lean and exuded an aura of confidence. This version? He was a joke in comparison.

"So pathetic it was almost funny." That's what one bot had said, when they had thought he wouldn't hear them. Unable to disagree with them, Splinter hadn't said anything.

He had also yet to tell anyone in the family about his past experience on Cybertron. Partly because of embarrassment. Ok, mostly because of embarrassment. Embarrassment and shame. But he knew that they had all started to suspect something. Splinter hadn't been very careful, sometimes saying things that betrayed that he knew more about cybertronian culture than he should. A mistake on his part.

In fact, Splinter was pretty confident that Purple had already figured most of it out though. The boy had been so excited upon their shared transformations and done a deep dive into everything about Cybertron and its history. No doubt that he had found some mentions about this mysterious 'Splinter' that suddenly appeared and then went missing years ago. Probably noticed the similarities in appearance to how he had looked as Lou Jitsu. Really, Splinter shouldn't have used the same name. Another mistake on his part. Purple had been giving him these looks, observing his reactions to various places and bots and it all spoke to the fact that he was at least very suspicious that this 'Splinter' and his old man was the same person.

Still, he had yet to confront him about it so Splinter was not going to say anything unless prompted. Avoiding the problem until it was no longer possible, that was his style. Most likely, Purple would not say anything until he knew everything, the how and the why's and then he would reveal it all to his brothers with that overdramatic flair of his. Oh, Splinter just knew Purple was going to be so smug about it once he confirmed his suspicions. That boy loved being right. It was a trait he had surely inherited from his dear old father.

Splinter drummed his fingers against the flat surface of the table, anxious and impatient. He had been asked to serve as a mediator when the leaders of the two factions spoke and negotiated the continued ceasefire. Apparently, the threat of mutual annihilation was not enough to put their egos aside and they both needed some persuasion. Someone from the outside that could look them in the eyes and tell them they were acting like idiots. So of course Splinter had been chosen for this.

Frankly, he was nervous. He had heard lots about this "Megatron" and "Ultra Magnus". The way people spoke about it, it didn't really make him feel confident. From what he had gathered, they were both brilliant leaders. Intelligent. Charismatic. Stubborn. And apparently, they hated each other. The chance of them willingly agreeing to cooperating, even under the threat of the quintessons, were slim.

But Splinter had refused to let one of his sons handle this, nor April or even Draxum. In case anything happened, in case a fight broke out, he didn't want his family to get caught in the crossfire (and ugh, it hurt to think of Draxum as family).

So far, only Ultra Magnus had yet to show up. He had appeared precisely on time, not a minute earlier or later, had taken one look around the room for Megatron, grunted, and then taken a seat on the far end of the table. He had barely even acknowledged Splinter, choosing instead to go over the datapads he had brought with him. Which, alright, fine, Splinter could deal with that. Totally. No problem.

It was a problem. It took 10 minutes for Megatron to show up to the meeting. 10 long, awkward minutes of silence. Somehow, Ultra Magnus managed to feel oppressive and judgmental when he wasn't saying anything. It made Splinter shift in his seat, tap his fingers against the table with increasing fervor. After three minutes, he broke and tried to start a conversation with the Magnus. You know, to break the tension. He had started talking... only to be met with silence. Magnus hadn't even looked up from his datapads. The only reaction had been a slight twitch of his left optic. And now that he had started talking, Splinter just hadn't been able to stop. It was as if a flood had been unleashed.

So how about the weather? Did your fuel taste weird this morning or was it just mine? Must be hard running both an army and a planet. Are you a morning person or a night owl? I am more of a night person myself. Huh, they really should change that light. Is it hot in here or is it just me.

It was frankly a relief when Megatron arrived. Ten minutes late, sure, but at this point, Splinter wasn't going to complain. He was pretty sure that if he continued to talk for even a second more that he would accidentally spill the beans on everything. That's why, when the door hissed open, he looked up at the towering figure with a thankful gaze.

And, huh. Huh. Megatron certainly was all that the rumors had made him out to be. Tall, broad shoulders, intimidating. He carried himself like he owned the place. But there was something more. Something that made Splinter pause and zero in on the mech. There was something... familiar about him.

He didn't have the chance to think about it any further than that. The moment Megatron stepped into the room, Magnus' optics snapped up and bore into him with an intense glare. "You're late" the autobot leader noted with no small amount of disdain. Already off to a good start then, Splinter thought.

Megatron, unmoved by the Magnus' tone, merely shrugged as he took his own seat on the opposite end of the table. "Some of us have things to do, Ultra. Armies to command, societies to run. Things like that."

If Splinter had thought Megatron looked familiar, the voice had ten times the effect. In the back of his mind, a thought was forming. An idea. Things were connecting but he couldn't yet see the full picture.

Ultra Magnus scoffed. "Oh yes, your "army". Tell me, how many days since the last attempted coup? Let me guess, your second in command, again? He got the best of you once, I'm sure he's eager to repeat the experience."

"Starscream" Megatron said with a sneer, "is none of your concern. Besides, I wouldn't be so quick to judge. After all, didn't the head of your Intelligence Division turn out to be one of my agents?" His sneer turned into a wicked smirk. "How shameful, Ultra, to promote a spy to such a high rank. Is age finally catching up to you? Going senile, perhaps?"

Splinter could hear the way the datapad cracked in Magnus' servos. "If I remember correctly" he started, voice cold, "you are not that much younger than I am. Are you perhaps speaking from experience? Projecting, maybe?"

"Hah!" Megatron banged his fists on the table and barked out a mocking laugh. He leaned forward in his seat. "You amuse me, Ultra! Is this how you entertain your high command? No wonder they are so eager to work for you, with you in charge, every day is a circus!"

"Oh I'll show you something funny alright-"

Before the two leaders could lunge across the table to throttle one another, Splinter stood up in his chair. "Ok, that's enough!" He waved his hands around like he was fighting an invisible enemy. "I feel like we got off on the wrong foot, eh, pede, here. Why don't we start over? Like civilized people." When it didn't look like either Megatron or Ultra Magnus was going to reach for a weapon, Splinter sighed and sat down once more. "Ok. Ok, ok, ok." He massaged the space between his optics. "We are here for a reason. The quintessons. They want all of us gone. Autobots, decepticons, don't matter. That is bad. We don't want that. So, we collaborate."

Megatron crossed his arms in front of his chest and scoffed. "And why should we trust the autobots?" He glanced briefly at Magnus before looking back at Splinter, optics squinted. "The moment the quintessons are defeated, they will turn on us."

"I could say the same thing" Magnus interjected. "The decepticons have never been the picture of loyalty. Always so eager to turn on each other. How can we be so sure that you just won't turn your weapons on the autobots the moment you get the chance?"

Splinter saw the way Megatron's expression darkened and so he interjected before the warlord had a chance. "Because neither of you can do it on your own." The two leaders looked at him and Splinter knew he had their full attention. Ok, time to use that old charm of his. And maybe reuse a couple of old movie lines. "The quintessons have us outnumbered. They are not afraid to throw soldiers at us until they've broken us down. That's why, our retaliation has to be swift, decisive. And that that only be achieved by working together. Divided, you may be strong but together, you are unbeatable."

For the first time since Magnus entered the room, he looked at Splinter as if he was actually seeing him. Meanwhile, Megatron was giving him a weird look but eh, it didn't look as if Splinter's pep talk had driven him to consider murder so that was a plus his his book.

Ultra Magnus nodded. "Your words are logical and, I must admit, convincing. As much as I may dislike it, collaboration is needed to ensure victory."

"Nice!" Splinter pumped his fist. "Together, we will beat the quintessons and emerge victorious! The Hamatos will fight again!"

Megatron blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. Then he stood up with such force that his chair clattered to the floor. Ultra Magnus, triggered by the sudden reaction, similarly stood up, preparing himself for combat. But Megatron didn't attack. Instead he planted one hand on the table and pointed the other right at Splinter, optics wide with disbelief and mouth hanging open. It was an expression Splinter immediatel recognized. "SPLINTER!?"

Splinter pointed a finger right back at Megatron. "D-16!?"

Megatron's face split into a wide smile and he immediately swooped Splinter up in his arms. "Old friend! I never thought I would see you again! I searched for so long but never found a single sign of you so I thought- What happened? Where did you go? Why do you look like this?" He placed his old friend on the table so they could be of more of a similar height.

"I promise to explain everything, Dee," said Splinter, and he truly meant it. D-16 had been his best friend when he had arrived on Cybertron all those years ago and he had never quite forgiven himself for leaving without a word, even if he had no choice in the matter. "And I have so much to tell you! And people I want you to meet! My boys-"

Dee, well, Megatron, tilted his head to the side. "Your boys?"

Splinter puffed up his chest with pride. "Yes! You see, I have taken on the great challenge of fathering, eh, mentoring, four bots!" Megatron's face went a bit slack.

"You? A mentor? I mean, I know you trained Yoketron but that was-"

Waving away his concern and disbelief, Splinter continued. "Eh, that was long ago! This is different! These aren't just my students, they are my family, and you know how much family means to me, Dee." A light suddenly popped in his head. "That's right! My sons will finally get to meet their godfather!"

Megatron's optics sparkled. "Godfather? I know that term. Heard it on Earth." He smiled warmly. "I am honored, my friend, that you would give me that honor. I look forward to meeting your sons."

Splinter smiled. He had never thought he would get to meet Dee again, especially after learning that millions of years had passed since he had left Cybertron and that an entire civil war had happened. The chance of his kind, sweet friend had made it through... He hadn't dared hope. But apparently Dee had done quite well for himself! Leader of an entire army, now that was something. Splinter was quite sure that Dee had his own stories to tell.

The sound of something heavy being dropped on the ground made Splinter turn around, just to see Ultra Magnus standing there, on the other side of the table, his hammer on the floor and looking just like Orange when it was pizza night.

"You- How- Splinter- I don't-" the Magnus stuttered. His optics grew just a fraction wider. "YOU'RE SPLINTER!"

Huh, ok, so maybe Splinter had to explain things to more than just one bot.

[eggyboyoart]

Kuya Dating HCs

[RATED 18+ bc of the nature of the game, NU: carnival)

…HOW?

SERIOUSLY HOW??

Getting Kuya to admit he cares about you is like trying to pull blood from a stone – its impossible

Though some males can be polyamorous, Foxes usually mate for life

once they’ve picked their partner, they’ll stay with them for their whole life; even if their partner dies early – which is especially poignant for Kuya because of his extended lifespan as a yokai

because of this, Kuya is one of the people I can actually see being exclusive with you

In my Yakumo HCs, I said most likely it would be Yakumo dating both you and Eiden

But depending if you start dating Kuya pre-Eiden Era or even early-Eiden era – he’ll be much more devoted to you than the new grand sorcerer (although Kuya will still torment him, lol sorry Eiden)

Kuya’s love languages are (weirdly enough) quality time and receiving/giving gifts

I KNOW it sounds crazy but here he out

For quality time – he is obsessed with you, in every way possible

He wants to be around you by any means, even through some mischief and trickery

Hes the type to pretend to be bored while listening to you rant about something, but he actually commits every word to memory

He also never misses an anniversary or milestone in your guy’s relationship

He’ll make any excuse to see you, from ‘he was just bored’ to ‘he left something here last time and he might as well hang out while hes here,’

For gift giving – 1) he loves receiving gifts and 2) he loves your face when he gives you the perfect gift

Kuya knows that he is not a very ‘honest’ partner – he doesn’t verbalise how he feels and basically has never said the words ‘I love you’

Which is why his gifts are so thoughtful and sincere

Whether its your favourite flowers, or something important to you (art, work, etc) – or even just something you eyed for an extra second in the market, his gifts are so meaningful and you can always tell there is a large amount of thought put behind it

He will never give it to you directly but rather leave it in a spot he knows for a fact you’ll find it and probably write some vague, sarcastic note (which more often than not, clues you into the fact that its from Kuya)

He’ll be watching from behind a corner (or hidden in the room with magic) to see your reaction because – while he is a smug man – he wants to make you happy

Kuya is a smug kisser – he knows hes good

I truly believe that while Kuya is a smug bastard, hes also a huge softie behind all of the snark and smirks

He genuinely cannot resist putting his hands all over you, though he’ll frame it as him simply trying to tease you in classic Kuya fashion

Kuya is the type to rarely use your actual name, only referring to you by nicknames/petnames that are designed to rile you up

‘little one’ and ‘sweet thing’ are for when hes feeling particularly teasing

Though, in his softer moments – he’ll slip up and murmur a soft ‘love’ under his breath

He would actually appreciate his own petnames – something personal to him

In the forest, he has his own garden with magic flowers

something along the lines of ‘lavender’ or ‘wisteria’ when you’re feeling sweet – and ‘foxtail’ when you’re feeling a little mischievous yourself

[amf-studios]

First fankai of the year, and I got a little experimental

I wanted to do a "possessed object" -Kai, but to make it a bit more interesting I tried to pull in an actual yokai from mythology. So I asked a discord I'm in for a random object and classic yokai.

@jqmon suggested a lightbulb, which I changed into a lamppost when @crunchyorochiru suggested Lady longneck. So I ended up with a lamppost possessed by a roku-rokubi.(Which is honestly fitting since they had a tendency to drink lantern oil for whatever reasons.)

So, this is Fright-light! The spirit of a woman who died in when a car crashed into a street lamp, which unfortunately crushed her. Her soul now inhabits the lamp.

Those inspirited by Fright-light feel a sense of unrelenting dread, like their being watched.

She is a D rank of the Mysterious tribe(though Eerie would also fit.) She's of the drain attribute, and has the soultimate "Spot-fright" which inspirits enemies into paralysis.

This was a more experimental fankai, so I hope you enjoy! And if you do, remember! Commissions are open! Deets are on the blog!