#enma is a little shit

[chenziee]

To the Depths of Hell

Second of the two fics i wrote for the @zorofanzine!! Leftover sales are open RIGHT NOW and stuff is disappearing fast so do check it out 🟢

(Can you find the marimo in this fic? 👀)

Huge thank you to my beta fro their immense help <3

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Training with Enma was exhausting, both physically and mentally. Not only was the sword heavy—heavier than any of the swords Zoro had handled before—he also had to constantly watch the size of the slashes while trying to control how much haki Enma was draining from him. It was hard work but Zoro enjoyed the challenge.

After all, training by himself with no clear hurdle in sight wasn’t nearly as fun. But now he had to learn about Enma and its quirks, with the very real threat of being turned into a dried-up husk looming over him, and the absolute time limit of the night of the Fire Festival to do so. It was… exhilarating. 

If he didn’t pay attention to every little change in behaviour, the katana would eat up every last drop of Zoro’s haki—and with it, every last drop of his life force. 

It reminded him of the two years he had spent with Mihawk.

Training under that man, he also had to be on guard the whole time—lose focus for one second and you can say goodbye to more than a single eye. Zoro had learned that the hard way.

And it wasn’t just about Hawk Eyes Mihawk either. There were also those damn monkeys and worst of all…

“I’m so bored!” Perona whined from where she sat perched on top of the ruins.

Zoro rolled his eyes, simply biting into Wado Ichimonji’s hilt harder. “Then go away. I didn’t ask you to come with me,” he growled, not even taking his eyes off the monkey in front of him.

“What?! I’m keeping you company here! Be more grateful, you jerk! You’re so not cute,” she huffed, draining the rest of the wine in her glass.

Zoro rolled his eyes before taking a deep breath—in and out, in and out. He needed to focus. If he wanted Wado Ichimonji and Sandai Kitetsu to turn into black blades, he couldn’t let her distract him.

“Let it flow through your body. From your centre of gravity to the tips of your fingers. Your swords are an extension of your body. Let the haki reach and envelop them,” Zoro repeated Mihawk’s words like a mantra. He imagined the haki gathering in his stomach, expanding, moving through his veins. He could feel it on the skin of his hands, covering them like thin armour. But that wasn’t enough. He had to move it more, use it more. Push it forward and—

“We're out of wine, go get some more!”

Zoro’s eye twitched. “SHUT UP! You’re distracting me, woman!” he snapped, taking Wado Ichimonji out of his mouth to instead bare his teeth at her. Stupid pink-haired ghost brat. He couldn’t train like this!

“Roronoa,” someone else spoke up and Zoro’s glare turned to Hawk Eyes, who was sitting right next to Perona, the expensive red wine swirling in the elegant glass in his hand. “If this pointless chatter is enough to break your focus, then I guess you’re even weaker than I thought.” If Zoro didn’t know any better, he’d think the man was smirking at him.

Asshole.

Gritting his teeth, Zoro shot one last glare at the man before placing his katana back between his teeth. He closed his eyes.

Breathe in, breathe out.

“And you, ghost girl,” Mihawk continued. “Go bring more wine.”

“Excuse me?! I’m not your servant!” Perona yelled back, her high-pitched voice tearing Zoro’s concentration to shreds again.

Mihawk huffed. “You’re the one who complained that there wasn’t any.”

Zoro didn’t bother to hold back the snort at Mihawk’s bored, matter-of-fact tone and Perona’s upset wailing. It was just too funny; he didn’t even mind the distraction anymore.

“Are you laughing at me, you grass-headed idiot?!” Perona cried, pointing an accusing finger at Zoro for good measure.

Zoro only laughed harder—until Perona let out a frustrated noise before calling out, “Negative Hollow!”

“Hey, wait—” Zoro barely managed to say before four ghosts flew right through his chest. He didn’t even have the time to try and jump out of the way, goddamnit!

For a second, nothing happened.

But then, Zoro lost all his strength. First, Wado Ichimonji dropped from his mouth. Next, Shuusui slipped through his fingers with Sandai Kitetsu closely following it.

And finally, Zoro’s knees gave out.

Dropping to the ground, his fingers dug into the dusty, dried-up soil; Zoro clutched at the dead grass and pressed his forehead into the dirt as if he was trying to bury his head in it. “I’m sorry for being alive…”

Immediately, the stupid monkey he was supposed to be fighting let out a victorious cry not unlike evil laughter before it dashed forward, aiming to take Zoro out while he was incapacitated.

And Zoro didn’t care. He really should just die. He was a waste of oxygen on this earth.

“If I can be reborn… I want to become the moss on the castle wall…”

Shaking his head to bring himself back to the present, Zoro cursed internally. Stupid, annoying woman. If he closed his eyes, he could still hear her shrill laughter and see the way her irritating ghosts would stick their tongues out at him, taunting him, and driving him absolutely insane while their master tried to order Zoro around.

Zoro so didn’t miss her.

Not one bit.

“Zorojuro, your arm!”

Zoro blinked, glancing towards Momonosuke, who was staring at his right hand with obvious panic in his eyes before his gaze dropped down to Enma. This little shit.

“Stop it,” Zoro hissed as he forced his haki back inside. Only when every last drop was back did he look at the young boy next to him again. “Thanks, Momo. Damn woman, distracting me even when she’s not here.”

“Woman?” Momo asked, his face twisting with confusion.

“Never mind.” Zoro shook his head to make himself focus. This wouldn’t do. He couldn’t let anything draw his attention away—least of all something stupid like this.

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Making a katana one's own wasn't as easy as some people thought. There was more to it than swinging the sword around—no matter if you knew how to do that or if you were like Luffy and went around punching people with it. It simply wasn't enough to own a sword.

"A swordsman must master the sword’s personality and bend it to his will."

Remembering the words the old man back in the Shimotsuki Village used to say—the words he used to drill into his head—now, Zoro had to laugh at his younger self. He had really thought he understood what it meant.

It seemed like the answer was obvious back then, after all, especially since Wado Ichimonji had felt like a part of him from the moment Kuina's father had handed it to him. The sword could feel his desire to make Kuina's dream come true and accepted him as its wielder the moment Zoro's hands closed around the hilt for the first time. It let him draw on its strength and stability without hesitation or any sign of distrust from the very beginning. Zoro had learned a lot of things from Wado Ichimonji, being the first named sword he’d ever handled, and it taught him all of them with patience—far more patience than Zoro’s childish, over-confident self had deserved.

Mastering Yubashiri was just as easy. The katana that was gifted to him honouring its previous owner’s wishes, carrying the man’s dreams and letting Zoro take them over. It was a good sword, calm and easygoing as if to reflect how light it felt in Zoro’s hand.

Of course, then there was Sandai Kitetsu. A cursed sword—though the old man would just scoff and roll his eyes if he had heard Zoro call it that—with a personality to match. It was cheeky, loved pushing the limits of what Zoro allowed it to do, rebelling in little ways. But Zoro had proved himself to it all the way back in Logue Town when he had pitched his luck against the sword’s incredibly sharp edge—and he knew Kitetsu recognized him for that.

Even this problem child had yielded before Zoro by the time their first fight together had ended.

It was a little bit more difficult with Shuusui; the black blade had strength, weight, and power and it knew it. The confidence combined with Shuusui’s independent personality made it difficult to control at first. It probably didn’t help Zoro’s case that Shuusui’s previous owner was a legendary samurai; a man who, even in death, commanded respect and possessed formidable skill. If that wasn’t enough, its black blade gave Shuusui that much more of an advantage against all Zoro’s previous swords, and against Zoro himself.

In retrospect, however…

Learning to control Shuusui wasn’t as much about mastering its personality as it was about gaining trust. About showing the powerful, experienced sword that Zoro had the ability to fulfil its expectations.

When he thought about it now, Zoro had never had to work with a sword that was so stubborn and headstrong that he had to really put an effort into taming it. 

He had never fully grasped what the old man was telling him.

Not until old man Hitetsu had handed Enma to him.

“Cut down one of those trees to test its edge,” he had told him.

His tone made Zoro frown but the moment his fingers closed around the hilt, he knew why Hitetsu had said it that way. 

This wasn’t going to go well.

As soon as he swung Enma, causing the entire goddamned cliff to go down… he finally understood. The fact that Enma then went on to try and drain every last bit of his haki was just an unnecessary confirmation, a sour cherry on top.

This was what Hitetsu had meant when he said no one except Oden had ever tamed Enma.

This was what the old man on the cliff behind the Shimotsuki village was trying to teach him.

To master Enma, he had to learn to master its personality.

The very same personality that Zoro could only describe as a stubborn, unruly little shit.

As he looked at Enma’s blade gleaming in the light, the irregular temper line pattern standing out beautifully, Zoro thought that it looked as if there was fire dancing over the steel; hot and dangerous, ready to burn everything in its path. Just like the sword itself was ready and eager to split the entire world in half. 

A smirk pulled at Zoro’s lips. This was the sword that could cut Kaido.

“What shall we do? Would you like a different katana?” Hitetsu had asked a moment later.

Zoro huffed, his smirk widening. “No, I’ll take this one! Enma, huh?!”

He accepted this challenge.

He was going to tame this sword and make it his own—let its temper become his strength, its bratty personality the edge he needed. A push forward, helping him become that much closer to his goal.

He was going to become the world’s strongest. And this sword, this little shit… 

He was going to make it a katana worthy of a man with such a title.

‘Enma, the sword that splits the earth to the bottom of hell.’

If he wanted to bend its hell of a personality to his will, to master it in the short time left before the Fire Festival, had to get stronger. Much, much stronger.

Only then was Enma going to become the thing to create the path for him.

The path that leads all the way to the lowest depths of hell.

[aura-bug]

my son lucas was dealt such a dirty hand by the whole franchise man. like he's arguably one of the more important characters lore-wise and they never did ANYTHING with him!! they just refuse to acknowledge his existence

please please PLEASE give more attention to my boy. he deserves it methinks

[inoreuct]

horse girl zoro/prince sanji au that @redgitanako and i talked about way back when because it suddenly crossed my mind OKAY HERE WE GO

zoro’s a travelling bounty hunter with three horses. yes, three. don’t tell kitetsu and enma but wado’s his favourite

wado was kuina’s horse; when kuina died she was so sad because she didn’t get why kuina was gone and for a while zoro had to emotionally support a horse AND himself, but horses are smart creatures. wado understood by herself after a while. they don’t really talk about it.

on that note, zoro talks to his horses. people look at him like he’s a few crayons short of the whole pack but they don’t say anything because he looks scary as hell; built like a brick wall, one eye gone, gnarly scar across his chest and all

(they’ll never know that he’s having an argument with enma about buying supplies where one party is contributing in possibly-misinterpreted horse looks. the crayons aren’t missing— but it’s admittedly a little hard to prove they’re there, zoro, we can’t keep defending you like this)

sanji's the third prince of the kingdom that hires him; sora’s the queen, and his siblings are all decent other than regular sibling assholery. judge is on the run and they’ve made the collective decision that they want his head on a stick.

zoro expects sanji to be a stuck-up priss because he LOOKS like a stuck-up priss— look at his perfect hair. his clothes. his heeled boots and his stupid curly eyebrows

but NO. well, yes, sanji IS a little bit of a stuck-up priss but also, he’s good with horses?? wado takes to him like a DREAM and zoro's flabbergasted because anybody who has ever tried to coddle her other than zoro or kuina has gotten kicked in the head, but sanji's petting at her neck and cooing at her in baby-talk and she's licking sugar cubes and apple slices out of his palm. zoro feels so betrayed.

like of COURSE his horse had to take a liking to the boy he hates OF ALL PEOPLE.

(zoro. at this moment the horse is smarter than you. listen to her.)

reiju’s the princess here, but sanji’s the one who got all the magic-esque affinities. animals LOVE him. he would be a literal disney princess if not for the fact that he doesn’t love them back

like SQUIRREL. WHY ARE YOU SHITTING ALL OVER MY YARD. GO AWAY. WHY IS A DOG TRYING TO LICK MY HAIR. WHYYY IS THIS BIRD BRINGING ME STICKS ALL THE TIME. he’s trying to fall asleep. he hears a TSKTSKTSKTSKTSKTSKTSK. he sits up and gets right out of bed and starts yelling at the lizard on the ceiling.

he does have a pretty mare called maple, though! (and zoro can’t help but love her too; it’s a sign that the mosshead doesn’t clock until much, much later)

and then zoro comes into his life with his three horses and sanji yanks him in by the collar like "listen up, swordsman. i do not CARE how sweet your horses are. i do not CARE how— how— WHATEVER you are. if you stink up my stable i will make you sleep in it, are we clear?" and zoro just nods because he’s having a bit of a gay crisis

sanji is 1. pretty 2. entirely able to hold his own and 3. Wado Approved™ and zoro does NOT know how to deal. at all. he’s holding onto wado’s reins for dear life. he wonders if the same ultimatum would apply if he swapped out the word stable for bed and immediately wants to dunk himself into the horse trough.

meanwhile sanji isn’t spared at all. sora sits on her throne, one eyebrow raised as her son goes on and on about how "mother i hate the swordsman you hired. he's green. and ugly. like a troll. like an OGRE. his hands are too big. his boots are too shiny. his earrings are cute but only because i want them. his EVERYTHING smells like horse. he might as well be a horse with how strong he is, did you know how many hay bales he carried at once??" and she’s just like,,, "honey are you sure this is hate"

she certainly wouldn’t mind them being together. zoro is rough around the edges and does smell a bit like horse, admittedly, but he was clearly raised right— he’s respectful in his own gruff way and he does things with immense care. sora’s noticed. she knows her son well enough to know that he’s noticed, too.

one day sanji bumps into zoro on his way out of the baths and wow. okay. so he doesn’t smell like horse ALL the time and oh his hair is damp and there's a towel around his waist and he is very, very shirtless and sanji turns around in a panic and walks face-first into a pillar.

he watches zoro care for his horses, carefully brushing through their manes and coats as he speaks to them softly, and alright. maybe this guy isn’t all bad. animals, sanji has noticed, are brilliant judges of character; horses especially can be testy and temperamental, and they don’t hesitate to kick anybody they don’t like.

zoro’s horses love him, and it’s obvious. maple looks forward to the snacks he slips her when he thinks that nobody’s looking. that says a lot more about his character than anything else.

after a few days zoro has a solid plan down and sets out to find judge, and suddenly the stables are empty. sanji finds himself going out with maple more and more, exploring the woods around their forest to pass the time because he needs something to keep his mind occupied and there’s only so much he can cook. judge might be a piece of shit, but he’s also an evil genius, and sanji refuses to admit he’s worried even though he is.

and then zoro comes back with judge’s war helmet wrapped in a cloth, gore dripping off the bottom edge as he sets it at sora’s feet.

he’s a little banged up, tired as hell with a couple of scratches here and there— nothing serious, but sanji still drags him to the infirmary and cleans him up perhaps a little more emotionally than either of them had expected

he passes out for a good few days afterwards but sora invites him to stay for a little longer, a time frame that nobody specifies. zoro just kind of… doesn’t leave. it’s strange for him; he’s wandered, always. he gets antsy staying in one place for too long, but this blond prince that is strangely kind and gives back as good as he gets is really something else.

the days pass. they race and bicker and soon enough, all three of zoro’s horses have brass name plaques tacked above what are now their stalls. he had a room in the palace and a place at the dinner table. sanji’s hair has grown long, now, and neither of them talk about the way that zoro’s stay has become something that feels more permanent—

until zoro finally finds the balls to give sanji one of his earrings as a courting gift. it’s the first one of many, but at that moment sanji just looks at it wide-eyed and zoro starts to shrink back all like "if you. don't want it that's alright. i'll get you something new, something else—" because look, he knows he’s not much. he has money, but not enough to give sanji something really nice. not enough to get something that’s more impressive than all the jewels and gold that the prince could have at a whim. he’s a bounty hunter that came from dirt and this earring is the most precious thing he has to offer, but he understands if—

sanji kisses him. yells something borderline incoherent along the lines of about fucking time as he shakes zoro by the shoulders, but he’s smiling very brightly and he’s very beautiful and zoro has a feeling they're going to be just fine.

(sora and the siblings breathe a collective sigh of relief, because the pining looks and dejected sighing were really getting a little ridiculous.)

(they speak too soon. after they get together it somehow gets WORSE.)

this was a ride… (get it. get it.) okay i’ll stop HOPE YOU ENJOYED HEH i know a lot of places are having a flu season/covid wave going around rn so make sure to hydrate and eat well!! muaks 😽

[apiratefellinlovewithastar]

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it's skull, skull is the third party who gets involved bc he's the only who has the emotional intelligence to notice the problem and the lack of self preservation to put himself in the line of fire

There are some pros and cons to being a civilian suddenly thrust into not only the cursed mafia world, but also the cursed mafia world.

Pros: he gets paid to do what he loves—to play out his stunts in a setting where he doesn’t have to hold back so as to not to raise civilian suspicions about his condition, while also getting all of the acclaim when his subordinates genuinely shower him with it.

(Was it a mindfuck when some clown just showed up in his living room trying to reclute him? Yes. Is it dangerous? Yes. But if there’s anything the great Skull-sama loves, it’s a good challenge!)

Cons: once in a while he has to spend time in the vicinity of some less-than-desirable individuals, who consider him—him!—to be the less-than-desirable individual. The nerve!

(He’s not factoring Kawahira’s little misadventure, specifically, into this; getting turned into a toddler isn’t any weirder than being able to regenerate his body and coming back to life in his books.

Now that they’re out of the woods and he can laugh about it, he can begrudgingly admit—in the safety of his mind—that Checker Face did it for a noble cause, despite going about it in a not-so-hot fashion. If Skull were a millennia old being, he would play Russian roulette with some douchebags and give them body dysmorphia just for shits and giggles.

Skull will, however, complain about the acquaintances it left him with, as much as he wants, for as long as they’re assholes—which is shaping up to be for a very, very long time.)

The delightful but ultimately exasperating shit show that are one Sawada Tsunayoshi and Reborn-senpai does not fall into either of those categories, but in a secret, third, second-option-adjacent thing: idiots in love who, despite being more in sync with each other’s emotions than anyone could ever wish to be with their partner’s, couldn’t be more out of touch with their feelings if they tried. (And Skull has seen some paradoxes in his time, okay?)

All of this is relevant because, ultimately, despairingly, he’s gonna have to intervene. Jesus fucking Christ.

None of Tsuna’s little Elements, let alone any of Skull’s former colleagues—or anyone else who could, for that matter—is gonna do jack shit about it. They’re all either too emotionally constipated themselves, too scared of Reborn to dare going against him, or too willing to let them ‘go at their own pace’ (as if that will ever lead anywhere!).

So. It all falls into his hands to do something about it.

Does Skull win anything by meddling? Not in the slightest. On the contrary—

“I do not get paid enough for this shit,” Skull groans. “I do not get paid at all for this shit.”

If anything, he’s risking death by Reborn-senpai!

But he owes it to Tsuna, because despite being obviously influenced by Reborn in more ways than anyone would like, he has never, not even once, been unkind to Skull. Even before the whole Representative Battles happened—and that’s a whole other debt he needs to repay.

Unlike anybody else who has ever interacted with both Skull and Reborn, Tsuna has never once lacked basic human decency. (Skull wishes he had lacked basic human decency; he wouldn’t feel so morally obligated to protect the kid’s heart then.)

Enma pats his back in comfort when Skull hides his face in the other’s shoulder. Earnestly, he says, “I think you’re doing something truly honorable, senpai,” because he’s seen those two and knows what Skull has to deal with; more so than Skull, actually, because while Skull can just fuck-off whenever they get unbearable, Enma lives here and still has to interact with them on a daily basis.

What the fuck.

Skull raises his head long enough to look at him. “How do you deal with it, Enma-kun?”

Like the true child soldier he is—and he’s not gonna open that can of worms at the moment; Jesus, why did he even have to think about it?! One emotional crisis at a time, please!—Enma stares off into space before solemnly saying, “I grew up with Adel and Julie,” like that answers anything.

It kinda does, funnily enough.

“Ne, ne, Enma-kun,” Skull wheedles, getting an idea.

But Enma shakes his head, smiling apologetically before he can even say anything else. “I can’t help you with this,” he says, soothing the sting of his betrayal by running gentle fingers through Skull’s nape. “I grew up with Adel and Julie,” he reiterates meaningfully.

It takes Skull a moment.

“That bitch,” he says with an offended gasp. “She told you not to get involved, didn’t she?!”

Enma tugs gently at a lock in reproach. “Be nice to my sister.”

Skull pouts. Enma’s eyes soften. The fond amusement in his expression makes Skull’s stomach flutter.

(Maybe he has indigestion or something? He’ll have to pick up some Otha’s Isan on his way back.)

“If it makes you feel better, I will cheer you on every step of the way, okay? So hang in there, senpai.”

That does make him feel better.

If nothing else, Skull will at least have a cute little kouhai to come back to and be comforted by when this inevitably blows up on his face.

“Well,” Skull says, revisiting his earlier thoughts. He leans into Enma’s touch, feeling rejuvenated. “If there’s anything the great Skull-sama loves, it’s a good challenge!”

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

SO I WANT TO SAY THIS BEFORE I FORGET!!

I noticed how each chapter of Twisted Wonderland's manga series based off each game and their chapter with each Yuu/MC/the reader and viewer is different in a way of what would help contrast the focus of the story.

Examples being Enma Yuuken is strong and obvious extremally masculine there fore "strong" in looks than Riddle who's "strong" in the sense of brains and magic as he literally bulldoze across any set back to be the top of his school to a degree of being Housewarden a mere weeks since joining as a new student vs. this one guy who has no magic and only seemingly became a student regardless of background or magic history and is able to make plenty of friends when he can't think of anyone outside of Trey and Cater and Chenya to call his friend, maybe even doubt if they even see him as his friend.

Then we have Yuuka Hirasaka who is confident, kind, loyal, and brave as shit, proving her point by risking her safety for a animal in the road. Leona, try as he might, wouldn't even give a chance to prove he can do that because everyone already doesn't expect much from him, or at least that's what he said. He's confident for a different reason, also if you remember how things run back in the Sunset Savannah you'd argue Leona feels extra bitter and more in need to try and prove worth more cause he grew up not only looked down on by his magic and potion in the royal line but also is honestly scared of the women around him. He's more confused with Yuuka especially since she doesn't show much fear to him

Next we have Mito Yuuta who I love the most so far due to what may come. Azul is confident and arrant as a show off little shield cause of his own self insecurities especially his image, specially his body and it's weight. He was relentlessly picked on by everyone besides his mother mainly due to his weight which from that level of trauma he's willing to work hard to become the smartest, the strongest, the most respected, and hottest out of spite not cause he generally feels that he wants to, to him he needed to. And it's obviously still stuck on him enough to not take pictures regardless how much money he would make and even making Yuu(soon Mito) to break into something dangerous and steal the only picture of his childhood he was unable to hide in the mind set of destroying it, regardless if he thought it would work or not. Meanwhile Mito Yuuta is a big guy who's okay and proud of his shape and eating habits and kind of like the ones before he him he actually has people who want to his friend vs. the unknown certainty that Jade and Floyd aren't technically his friends, they openly claim him as entertainment and if he got boring they'd leave him.

In other words there may be a chance other chapters would have a similar method with not just the design choice but personality design of future Yuus to contrast against the "flaws" of the chapter's "bad guys or villains"

I want Chapter 4 to be a girl, maybe make her beautiful in some way or have the personality of Jasmine from Aladdin that way the weird vibes of Chapter 4 being super hella romantic and even more ship baiting in any and all forms feel right, not to mention that scene of Jamil hypnotizing us in the kitchen DISNEY GIVE ME THAT AMAZING ART WORK OF JAMIL JUST LOOKING AT THIS GIRL AND MAKE ME AS CONFUSED IN MY SEXUALITY AND FEELINGS AS YOU DID WITH JASMINE AND ALADDIN WHEN I WAS 10 YEARS OLD!!!

I also think having Chapter 5's Yuu whatever gender (maybe male or masculine based cause there's a pattern it seems) but either make them somehow cuter than the ones before even if it's one trait or maybe give them something like a birthmark or scar of sorts that would somehow deem them "ugly" the their world but Vil would be lowkey obsessive of slowly as that was his character is, he's so obsessed proving he's beautiful and good and smart and strong to the point he obsessed over others and their flaws

Though with Chapter 6 I'm stuck on just cuz I want a sassy Meg type Yuu but also want a tall handsome muscular man who's like Hercules and everything Idia most likely would wish to be including with open mention of having great relationship with their family or maybe even them being an orphan

What are your guys' thoughts and opinions?

[ask-the-shichibukai]

I have a question for Mihawk. Do you have kids and why are they Roronoa Zoro and Perona?

Mihawk: First of all, I'll have you know that if you want to ask something pertaining my emotional side there are specific forms to fill out before. Besides, the request must be sent to Humandrill #1 with at least three months in advance (as to give me the time to feign ignorance of ever having received the question). Anyway, I'll humor your question this time, but know that I feel personally attacked in my reputation as a cold and unfeeling man.

I didn't want kids. I lived 41 years of my life without them and I firmly thought I'd keep doing the same until the day when some idiot finally managed to understand how a sword works and came to kill me for my title. I didn't choose to live in a haunted building in a desert island where the only living beings other than me are murderous baboons (still more intelligent than most of my "colleagues") because I wanted kids. I didn't.

They just ... came to me. Literally. I'm kind of touched that Kuma trusted me with them as his last will. He had always nagged me about my "excessive tendency to exclude humankind from my worldview", but it was still a bit of a surprise for me to come home after a day such as the Battle of Marineford and actually find myself with two noisy and moronic young people who looked at me as if they were lost puppies. So I did what every other reasonable man would've done.

I adopted them.

Look at this and pity me.

I just couldn't resist them, although I did try. I had to give them a place to hide and become stronger together, however temporary the refuge would be. After a while, they had grown on me like climbing plants or a contagious flu. I got distracted for just a moment and found myself happy cooking a recipe we heard in a cooking show with Perona or keeping Zoro from actually find the One Piece on his way to my bathroom.

I feel proud of them, for how strong they have become and for the fact they both have proudly adopted a black palette for their style (I suffered seeing all those mismatched striped monstrosities they liked to put on at the beginning). I know my next fight with Zoro won't be the same after all the times I scolded him for not doing his share of the dishes, but I won't lose my title to anyone else. And I hope Perona will get to reunite with Moria if this really makes her happy. Don't tell her I said so because she'd become insufferable and I'd never hear the end of it.

These two years felt like twenty because those two little shits were a handful, but I wouldn't change them for anything in the world. So, yes, you can say that those two idiots are my kids, even if it physically pains me to admit it out loud.

I blame you for forcing me to say it.

...

Perona: Do you know that talking to people about your kids for six whole paragraphs is what old dads do, right?

Mihawk: Perona, go back to your room. You didn't read anything of what I said.

Perona: I read everything and I don't regret anything. We are proud of you, too, for being able to go from the emotional opossum you were before to a relatively functional human being in less than two years.

Zoro: Mihaaaawk, I finally mastered Enma, come here and spar with me!

Mihawk: Remember your manners, young man. You don't demand a spar from someone, you ask for it. And I'll still wipe the floor with you, don't get ahead of yourself. Perona, you and I will have words about reading other people's askbox later.

Zoro & Perona: Yes, dad.

[ace-touya]

So these are the anime in your pinned post : BNHA, JJK, Blue Exorcist, Hell Girl, Your Name, Weathering with You, and A Silent Voice...

Can I ask your top 5 favorite moments from each of the series/movies above (please pick at least 3 titles)? Thanks 🌷

Oo okay! This is gonna be long because I did all of them.

My Hero Academia - I adore Dabi’s Dance first and foremost, then all the flashbacks to his childhood in Season 6, Episode 17. Third, I loved Aizawa and Mic’s conversation with Kurogiri in the Villain Academia arc, and one of the scenes that’s stuck with me the most in MHA is when Aizawa says ‘don’t apologise for being alive’ to All Might, I think around the Christmas Episode? That would be fourth. Finally, the scene where Toga uses Ochaco’s quirk in the villain academia. Those aren’t in order at all but they’re the things that come to mind

Jujutsu Kaisen - the scene in the end of season 1 where Megumi uses Domain Expansion for the first time after remembering advice Gojo and Sukuna gave him was really cool. And the scene where middle school Megumi is sitting on a pile of bullies he just beat up as second. Third, the end of the hidden inventory arc where Gojo’s asleep having dream flashbacks of meeting little Megumi, then he wakes up and grown up Megumi is the first thing he sees. In the same episode, the scene where Geto is giving a speech to his cult and kills a dude on stage is so uncomfortable and kinda disorienting, but so cool, so that’s fourth. The scene at the end of the JJK 0 movie with Gojo talking to deathbed Geto is my fifth.

Blue Exorcist - the scene were Rin is reading the letter in the Impure King arc and he’s just like ‘…interesting…’ and they’re like ‘what does it say’ and he just goes, ‘I can’t read it’. Second, the scene way at the beginning of it when Rin is yelling about how Shiro isn’t even his real father and then Shiro slaps him. Third, the moment where Amaimon was opening and closing Rin’s sword and his flames were just going on and off was funny. Fourth, when Rin talks to Kuro about Shiro’s death and gets him as a familiar. Fifth, Kamiki being the only reasonable one after they found out Rin was the son of Satan and saying she doesn’t really care. I don’t know when any of these things happened but it’s all in season one and two

Hell Girl - Ai Enma singing the song her cousin used to sing with her while she’s making the pebble tower is probably my favourite moment in the show, it’s near the end of season one. That’s my first. Second is in the Bride Doll episode when Ren is watching Inori get tortured by her mother-in-law and says ‘women are scary..’ to which Honne Onna responds ‘have you only just figured that out?’. Third, the scene where Ai talks to Nina in episode 17 and gets her to remember she isn’t actually Nina. Fourth, any scene where Tsugumi says she doesn’t think Hell Girl is completely in the wrong, much to Hajime’s dismay. And fifth, the flashbacks to Ai and Sentarou.

Your Name - the scene where Mitsuha reads that Taki wrote ‘I love you’ on her hand and starts crying because she can’t use that to remember his name. The scene with Taki in Mistuha’s body where her grandmother asks him if he’s dreaming and he starts crying. The bit when Taki goes in person to see Mitsuha and finds out that the comet killed everyone three years ago. I don’t know when it happened but I swear there’s a scene where Taki refers to Yostuha as his sister and I found it incredibly cute. Finally, the scene where Mistuha yells ‘please make me a cute Tokyo boy in my next life!’

Weathering With You - Hodaka saying the McDonald’s burger is the best meal he’s ever had. Second, Hina telling Hodaka she’s disappearing, then cuddling, and him waking up with her gone and Nagi having had the same dream as him. The entire part of the movie where Hodaka is running from police and doing crazy shit to get away from them. Of course fourth is ‘Who cares if we never see the sun again?! I want you more than any blue sky!’ And fifth would have to be Nagi, Hina and Hodaka in the hotel just having the times of their lives as a found family

A Silent Voice - the scene where Shoya’s mum stops Shoko’s mum from fighting with Ueno. Yuzuru’s conversation with her grandma right before the grandma dies. The scene with everyone at the bridge where Shoya calls everyone else out on their bs. Shoya saving Shoko when she tried to kill herself. Shoko when she tried to confess her love to Shoya.

This was really fun to answer

[sorahinari]

JJK X YYH??? Why not?!

I like JJK, I like YYH, so why not blend the two together? Enjoy a little peek of my fanfic featuring Gojo in Yusuke's place, Geto in Botan's, Enma being a liitle shit of an ancient god, the disaster curses being the main enemy, and a whole bunch of bullshits that ensue!

[londondungeon2]

SUMMER NOTES

u should all ignore this (this is me just mapping out shit bc i’m sick in bed)

[19 Sai. azul ashengrotto / The inevitable meeting of two wish-granters. / (OR; after graduation, Enma Yuuken invites his friends from Octavinelle to come with him and Grim to Briar Valley. On the first day, Azul makes a deal with a fellow wish-granter: a challenge to see who can get the uprising couple of Briar Valley to confess their feelings first, Enma Yuuken or Malleus Draconia.)]

[prometheus. jade leech / Neige LeBlanche has been called in to heal a certain undisclosed animal after multiple failed attempts from other doctors as the original doctor assigned to the animal is on vacation. It is proving quite difficult when this animal will not allow Neige to come within touching distance. / He hopes the original doctor will make a swift return.]

[laboratory love. jade leech / It makes perfect sense that you are failing potionology, you come from a world without magic! You just wished your failures weren’t the recent entertainment to a certain vice-housewarden.]

[avalon. jade leech / It is not often that Jade gets lost when on hikes; he has never been out on his hikes after dark.]

[the lost art of keeping a secret. jade leech & floyd leech. / The aquarium receives new additions perhaps once every two weeks; cute little things, rainbow fins, and gem eyes. These two are not cute little things; they're huge and they have human faces. a gift for @/sacabambaspls]

[arnolfini portrait. floyd leech / You have architected a peaceful life for the last three years: presenting in art galleries, getting commission calls for your art, and painting a new shade of red in the Queendom of Roses. This time you find yourself being called in to help a new business with its interior design – you like to keep switching things up in your work, loathing boredom. / To your misfortune, this particular business is affiliated with Azul Ashengrotto, who is the employer of Floyd Leech, your ex-husband.]

[live by the ocean. jade leech / Jade brings you to the Coral Sea for the summer vacation before his internship. His heart and soul are half-priced for you; he wonders if you even think to purchase them.]

[want u bad. jade leech / You are getting bored of the nice, well-dressed type. You are getting bored of your boyfriend.]

[mightbesmall]

Her tall girlfriend

Genre: Fluff

Character: Enma Yuuka

Warnings: She’s down bad for you. Tall, female mc. Girl bosses. We just kinda simp for women here-

Summary: Yuuka just loves her tall girlfriend!

Additional note: FOR ALL THE GIRLIES WHO LOVE WOMEN! I fucking love women!!

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“You’re so pretty darling.” Is a constant compliment. Yuuka has to let you know that your height is nothing to be embarrassed about!

She absolutely adores you. What you say is law in her eyes.

You were walking to class with your girlfriend, the magicless prefect herself, she who single-handedly punted Leona in his overblot: Enma Yuuka. You were so lucky! 

Honestly it was Yuuka who made the first move as you just got so nervous around her, she was just gorgeous and so fucking nice??? Like??? And my god was she strong, she did judo! You just love a woman who could snap you like a twig. (Same tbh). 

Yuuka was enthralled by you, you both arrived here in Twisted Wonderland and were both magicless but she couldn’t help but think you were the most fascinating person alive. Literally would get her knees for you, 10/10. You were so tall and elegant, you could make a potato sack look stunning! Your height does come as an intimidating factor but you were such a softie, though she witnessed you bitch slap Jamil into tomorrow so not that soft, but that was hot so…

In short you both are absolutely smitten for each other.

Yuuka likes to look out for you and take care of you. It’s very cute.

Your dynamic is “excuse me, but she asked for no pickles.” With you hiding behind Yuuka as she has he arms crossed with a scowl on her face.

You will never admit to scaring of her potential suitors. (She does the same for you).

It’s such a quite cute, domestic relationship that Ace often complains about you two being all lovey-dovey.

You would never hurt Yuuka and she will never hurt you either. 

If you for whatever reason yell at her, she will brag about it. “One time, she yelled at me. It was awesome.” You will always hug her on the verge of tears, apologising for shouting afterwards though.

“Did you eat yet Orchid?” You asked her. 

Pet names, there are many! You call her orchid or calla to which you bashfully explained mean love and beauty respectfully when she asked. She literally squealed and pulled you down to her height, covering you face in her lipstick. With her lips.

She likes to stick to more common ones, like love, dear and darling. She enjoys watching your face darken and get warm whenever she uses them.

“Yes darling, thanks for asking. Have you though?” She replied cheerfully, Ace and Grim groaning in the background while Deuce looks away, out of respect for your privacy or he’s flustered or something, she doesn’t know.

Speaking of flustered… you started stuttering, your face getting warm. Damn pet name!

”Yeah I’ve eaten…” You looked away shyly. Yuuka gripped were her heart would be at your cuteness. Jesus she was so lucky!

Neither of you tolerate anyone bad mouthing your beloved.

Once she heard some boys shit talking her, she ignored it as always but then she saw you walking up to them and tell them off. When they wouldn’t relent and continued to speak out of their asses, you punched them. One got a bloody nose while the other got a black eye. Nice! She knew you’ll feel bad later so she swooped in and whisked you away to calm you down.

She is literally dating a girl boss! You were calm and somewhat confident and could kick ass too. Are you two soulmates???

Dates were either at cute little cafes or you two would be training judo or something, she likes teaching you! 

When you two encounter overblots, you two are very coordinated and work well together to defeat the poor student. You two are often comforting each other after all the stress. You hate seeing Yuuka cry…

No overblot, ADeuce, Grim, Crowley or the entirety of Twisted Wonderland can get in between you two and your buckets of love for each other. They can just try, they will get their asses handed to them!

[idsmiile]

🎫 gush pass for any f/o of your choice!

haiii ty nonnie (im literally three days late)

ive been super super super fixated on my pookie kaira for the longest time (and some side hoes)

i think hes so so so cute. like i really like his attitude and even his really cocky moment like in this keystone here (tf u smirking for? to attract other men?)

no but seriously u_u i wish i got to hear more about him!! hes been a favorite of mine since i was 16 and i adore him so so much!! (i wanna maul him just a little bit)

even though we had a slight divorce i love him a lot (i wouldnt have divorced him for a day if his damn quest wasnt so damn DIFFICULT)

(check out my team. like its the son squad ft orochi and voidera. my little family is almost complete..)

hes got like 4 minutes of lore but im making each moment count okay. anyone else falling for f/os with nugu ass information? yeah. you get it.

his face here is SO cute like yes you DIMWIT people DO like you. there are yokai who respect you and want you to succeed as king. dont be fucking SILLYYY (i hate this quest. hinozall. manifesting your downfall ♡)

i also think its a little silly how he calls rai-chan and fuu-kun lazy. like sir, no thats YOU! YOU'RE THE LAZY ONE!! but i love u so much do u wanna cuddle on the throne. it looks like it can fit two? no? you have to pretend to be doing shit so no one goes "why the king so damn lazy?" okay...

i think hes neat even tho im seeing 3 other yokai.. my bad.. i still love u forever kaira.

also.. maybe im imagining things.. but i also like hes just ever so slightly softer and closer to cole then the others. (i could be making things up.) (its not copium i swear) like it tickles a part of my brain cause i feel like they GET each other!! like outcast from the worlds who feel unloved and unnoticed. (cause theres no way cole and summer arent supposed to mirror kaira/enma... but thats an essay for another day) but no for real. i love this fail boy.

i also just really enjoy his little outfit. like everything is so oversized on him. like youre what? 5'5? maybe ill give you 5'7. its like hes trying to make up for the fact that yokai are short af T_T its okay king you can be 6 feet in my heart! (no not really. its a bit funny)

[inoreuct]

Headcanons for Zoro and Sanji as Hades and Persephone? 👀

HERE WE GOOOOO. buckle up. this is LONG.

sanji’s persephone. the breathtakingly beautiful god of spring, kind and charming with wit sharper than a grain scythe and a marvellous capacity for divine rage. he’s a whiz in the kitchen (it’s sanji. duh.) and has a green thumb to boot; up on the surface he has a garden that’s his pride and joy, where he grows his own fruits and herbs and vegetables and rare blooms, occupying a plot of land together with the cottage that he and zeff (more on him later) stay at whenever they can.

zoro’s hades. intimidating as all hell (heh), has a MAJOR resting bitch face, and a three-headed dog with the heads named wado, kitetsu and enma. he’s a good man, just VERY emotionally constipated and he’s never had to woo anyone before; it should be illegal for someone that powerful to be so awkward but he IS.

he goes up to the surface one day to take care of underworld business, something about dead souls escaping— and he sees sanji in his garden, on his knees in the dirt, gathering herbs with his hair a mess, golden as the sun and all over his face and when he flips it aside to talk to zeff his smile is even brighter. zoro feels his heart lurch so hard he wonders if he’d gotten cardiac arrest.

and as previously mentioned, zoro has NO IDEA how to talk to this beautiful— god? nymph? human?? he doesn’t know. he doesn’t care. he wants to get to know his mystery guy but he doesn’t want to freak him out, so he just thinks FUCK IT I’LL BRING HIM TO MY HOME AND FIGURE IT OUT FROM THERE. totally not a bad idea.

zeff’s demeter. protective, sometimes TOO protective, the god of agriculture practically raised sanji himself; barely anyone even knows that he HAS a son. he has fields upon fields of grain; rice, oats, wheat, whatever sanji requires to cook and bake to his heart’s content. the entire valley where their cottage resides is known to be zeff’s territory, and he doesn’t hesitate to rain holy vengeance down on whoever trespasses.

which is why zeff is so mad when zoro pops out of the literal dirt and whisks sanji away. it’s not fun for any of the human farmers on earth that day.

when zoro brings him to the underworld, sanji’s pissed as fuck; kicks and yells the whole way down, then knees him in the balls and nearly rips out one of his earrings before strutting off like he already owns the place. what about his garden? zeff? all the humans he has a soft spot for?? who the fuck does this king of the underworld think he is, plucking sanji out of his life like this?

meanwhile, zoro lies there curled up on the ground as wado licks at his face, and for the first time in his life he wonders if making a plan would have been a better idea. he asks his shades to gather information and learns that sanji’s the god of spring, zeff’s son in all the ways that matter; but even if he hadn’t been a god, zoro would have easily made him immortal if he’d wished. the thought is wild and so out of character for him that he sits there for even longer until the shades tell him that sanji’s demanding to talk to him.

sanji finds the throne room but on the way he’d already passed multiple chambers filled with gold, crystals, extremely rare night-blooming plants— he walked by a cave with its walls encrusted with rubies as big as his head. but he misses the sun. he misses his flowers and his herbs and fuck, he had a bundle of rosemary drying in the kitchen. he really hopes he’ll get to see it again.

the shades are all polite, if a little wary, but they seem to relax more when he smiles at them. the throne room is massive, a cavern with stalactites dripping from the ceiling and ending in wicked points, and the throne itself is a twisted amalgamation of iron and volcanic glass, gold and bleached bone and pure, sparkling diamond.

he doesn’t even flinch when zoro enters with his sweeping black cloak and his liquid, inky shadows, just pulls his lip up in a sneer; he doesn’t give a shit who this big shot is. doesn’t care for the crown of ivory and obsidian set atop his brow. he knows where he is, knows exactly who he’s dealing with, and he stomps right up to zoro, shoves a finger in his chest and says, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing.”

the shades obviously didn’t see the whole getting-kneed-in-the-family-jewels spectacle, because there is a collective audible gasp. the court goes deadly quiet. zoro feels his shadows subconsciously swirl around him, building the silhouette behind his back into something out of a nightmare, but he makes an effort to disperse them as soon as sanji looks.

“i want. to court you,” he ekes out, eyes big and mouth pinched, and sanji suddenly realises that this man is just very, very awkward and obviously has not interacted with many living people for a very long time.

and no matter about anything else, zoro looks earnest. he takes a deep breath and his shoulders shift beneath his cloak, lifting his chin— but his expression screams pleasesayyespleasesayyespleasesayyes and sanji… doesn’t have the heart to say no. what will a few days hurt, right?

so they come to an agreement. sanji will spend a month in the underworld and allow zoro to court him, and if by the end of that time he doesn’t want to stay, zoro would personally see to it that he got home safe. he isn’t a prisoner, either; he is free to wander in the upper world for half the day. twelve hours of sunshine, and twelve hours in zoro’s domain.

if sanji’s honest with himself, the underworld honestly isn’t bad; zoro spares no expense to ensure he's comfortable even though he doesn't come see sanji himself very often in the beginning.

(sanji doesn't know it yet, but it’s because zoro's deathly terrified of sanji genuinely hating/fearing him or the underworld, or not being happy. he'd brought sanji down because he'd fallen hard and fast in love but if sanji ever truly did want to leave, it wouldn’t be a question. zoro would send him back up with his weight in jewels and gold as recompense.)

it's a little lonely, but not horrible; sanji befriends the shades and talks to the passing spirits, and word spreads that the king's crush (oh, zoro would have a conniption if he heard) is to be treated with the utmost respect, not just because of the order zoro proclaimed but because he deserves it. sanji is kind and understanding and snarky and fun to be around, but he also gives solid advice and he's a good bit more emotionally aware than zoro. the shades haven’t gossiped this much in years and honestly zoro’s concerned about their work ethic, but he walks past a tea-spilling session one day and hears sanji giggle and all thoughts of stopping it fly right out of his brain.

zoro snoops around secretly and finds out that sanji’s birthday is within the month. the last day of their stipulated month, in fact. so he calls in a favour from luffy (apollo!! the sun god!! his best friend!!). he spends two weeks, almost three in a cave he’d picked out, carefully pulling gemstones and groundwater to the surface, getting his shades to bring down soil and seeds and consulting with dead farmers about how the hell he’s supposed to pull off what he wants to pull off, because he HAS to pull it off.

all the while, he’s still courting sanji; having tea with the god of spring, trying not to embarrass himself and mainly just trying to win sanji over. he gets so enthralled by sanji recounting a story once that he drops an entire crystal teapot, heart hammering as one of his shades phase through the ground and catches it before it can shatter. sanji looks a little perplexed about how it suddenly disappeared, but zoro urges him to go on and he lets it go.

(zoro had never been that panicked in his entire immortal life.)

i can’t believe it WE NEED A PART 2 I’M OUT OF CHARACTERS

(part 2 here)

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Enma is such a funny little guy. Like he's buff as shit and all but he's also just. Some guy to me. He's my special little guy. My blorbo even.

this guy gets it

[the-labyrinth-of-me]

I think Zoro will die. I think him becoming the world's best or strongest swordsman will not result in defeating the current strongest swordsman (aka Mihawk), it will be more of a metaphorical way.

Zoro has already fought Mihawk and he lost. Later, he spent two years of training at Mihawk's cute little vacation spot, so he probably knows the guy inside and out, but Mihawk knows him as well and most likely has become stronger himself too. So they can't really fight against each other, it would result in a draw.

Zoro has been at the brink of death several times and he always got away. He met the "grim reaper" even (and got away). He has always been the dark, terrifying crew member of the Straw Hats. Whereas Luffy unlocked more kind of "heavenly" powers with his sun god form, Zoro possesses Enma now which literally translates as "underworld ruler". Luffy and Zoro are kind of like Yin and Yang, so to speak. But as Luffy has chosen the "light" path, Zoro choose "dark", saying stuff like "I'll become the king of hell", wielding a dangerous blade, another one is cursed, encounters a possible lethal fight without hesitation and he just laughs, and he loves every minute of it. He's not meant to live a peaceful life after fulfilling his dream. He's not going to settle down, marry, start a family, teaches others the way of the sword. No, his fate is meant to be a dark one and he'll look for the next opportunity to prove to himself what he is capable of, he'll have a lot of challengers on his tail, some being inspired by his journey, some simply wanting to turn him in, and when he's defeated every opponent on earth who gets in his way, he'll travel to the underworld to fight demons or some shit. Its no coincidence he ended up on some kind of a zombie island during the time skip. So either he'll die, maybe sacrificing his life for Luffy's again, or he gets killed, or he will literally become the king of hell and THEN declares himself the world's greatest swordsman, then challenges Death himself to a drinking game and wins.

(and what would he possibly have to do in order to get access to the world of the dead?... 🙃)

[aura-bug]

If given the chance to make a game based on yo-kai watch, what would you do for plot stuff, gameplay, characters ect?

ooooooo this sounds fun :0

If I were to make a YKW game, it would pick up where 3 left off bc I know nothing about 4 lol. So uhhhh this one's kinda Yo-kai Watch 3.5

-First of all, I'd want to combine all the areas available in 2 and 3. Old Springdale, Gera Gera Land, the Infinite Inferno/Divine Paradise, and the Infinite Tunnel all come back, as well as New Yo-kai City and BBQ bc I'd want my boy Buck to make an appearance <3

-ALSO KATIE IS A PLAYABLE CHARACTER

-I can't decide whether I want 3's battle system or the original wheel, I like both but the wheel has a bit more points for nostalgia

-For characters, Hailey and Buck both come back because them and the MC form the best trio ever. Also Buck can have his own yo-kai friend. As a treat. Idk who though. It'd probably be a 'Merican yo-kai.

-Idk how I'd make the "switching back and forth between BBQ and Springdale" thing work story-wise, but who needs coherence when you have the funny southern american boy haha am I right !!

-Also I'd want to add more classic yo-kai based on other japanese folkloric creatures!! I want a yo-kai based on the Nobiagari SOOOO badly. or the Amabie. or the Ao Andon. Or the Karyobinga!! I could literally go on and on forever. maybe I'll make some fake yo-kai art idk

-Plus some 'Merican yo-kai based on some American mythology too. Bigfoot, mothman, etc. maybe Noko can have a 'Merican counterpart based on the hoop snake and that'll be ykw3.5's token unobtainable streetpass Noko

-As for plot, if I've made anything clear, I want Lucas to be involved. I want him to be involved soooooo badly. And he has to be at the FOREFRONT of this damn plot, none of that showing up at the last second shit. Maybe the MC trio have to protect him from a Big Bad trying to kill him, ORRRRR maybe HE'S the one that turns evil and its up to the MCs to stop him for committing evil little boy crimes. Is it too obvious that I want evil lucas? I want evil lucas btw.

-Also I think it was mentioned in ykw1 that Venoct was kinda put in charge of "protecting" Lucas/acting as some sort of guardian for him, and then in 3, during part 1 of that enma note quest where Lucas got thanos snapped, Venoct says he feels like he's "missing something important." expand on this. I am begging. expand more on venoct's whole bodyguard arc

-theyre probably not gonna do anything plot-wise but I just want the wicked yokai to be there. for funsies lol. I just like them theyre so scrurngkly

-BRING BACK FORGOTTEN YKW 1 BOSSES. WHERE IS TARANTUTOR. WHERE IS PHANTASMURAI

-I'd make Lina and Zoe's Ghost Club plot relevant bc out of all of Nate/Katie's classmates, those two and their weird little freak club is the most interesting, also the fact that Lina BEFRIENDED A BOSS YO-KAI?? Insane. love that for her. theyre interesting I like them a lot

-also maddiman is befriendable now

-I'd make another yo-kai watch CEO guy and his name would be Sealon Musk (seal) and he'd invent the new watch for ykw 3.5. It's called the SpaceWatch and it sounds cool and interesting but all it does is explode. Also it costs 8.2 million dollars and whisper had to sell all of your medals and also jibanyan's soul on the black market in order to get one, and that's how the medallium gets reset this game

if I get anymore ideas or like an actual coherent plot ill probably add on later, but I think thats it for now lol

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Yuu can do it!

Part 29

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The ink didn’t flow with gravity’s pull, floating around Riddle, bubbling like liquid magma, forming a lattice over his eyes, congealing into the shape of a crown atop his head, darkening his clothes, his pen elongating into a delicate staff worthy of a Queen…

Normally, Enma might think it cool. It kind of was, still, and yet there was something so distinctly wrong about it that he couldn’t bring himself to fully enjoy it. It was a little like walking into Heartslabyul for the first time — visually interesting, perhaps, but unnatural. A facade hiding something much darker.

Done with its warping of Riddle, the ink finally dropped to the ground as one, leaving Riddle to look like he was standing in a pool of blood.

“Rosehearts-kun! Cease immediately! Any further attempts to use magic will leave your magestone permanently tainted with blot!”

Riddle tilted his head to look at Crowley, but he didn’t really seem to be seeing him, a wide smile on his face, eyes vacant behind the lattice. “I’m right! Mom was right! And now I’m the one that’s right! There’s no possible alternative!”

“Riddle!” Trey said. “You’ve got to stop!”

“You still insist on defying me? Then you are a fool, and will not be welcome in my world! I am the law — order made manifest! The only response I will accept is ‘Yes, Housewarden!’ Anything else, and heads will roll!”

From the pool of ink, a monster arose. Tall, wearing a dress not unlike the one Enma had seen on the Queen of Hearts’ statue, its head a heart-shaped inkwell, a golden crown shimmering atop that…

And it was terribly familiar.

“Shit,” Ito muttered, their head tipping back against the hedge they had all decided to hide behind for the time being. It couldn’t have been comfortable, but with everything else going on Enma doubted they even noticed it. “Not again.”

“I allowed a student to overblot in my presence…” Crowley said, removing his top hat to run a hand through his hair.

“What’s wrong with him?!” Kuroki squeaked.

“I thought that was a myth!” Cater said.

“It is not,” Crowley said somberly, looking at Riddle like he was already dead. “He has been overcome by his negative emotions, and has lost control of his magic because of it. If allowed to continue, he will be fully consumed by his own magic.”

“He’ll what?” said Grim, bright blue eyes wide.

“If this keeps up, we’ll see a loss of life here,” Trey translated, his grip tight on his wand. “Including his.”

“The well-being of my students is my top priority. Therefore, I must evacuate everyone immediately.” He knelt to scoop up Ito, setting aside his cane to lift them in a way that wouldn’t hurt them too much. “As for Rosehearts-kun, we must restore his consciousness before his magical energy runs dry. Listen well: while I evacuate everyone, I need you all to seek help from the other housewardens and the faculty members —.”

Ace jumped out from behind the hedge and fired off a spell, aiming for the creature’s head.

Everyone jumped in surprise, their heads whipping around in time with the sudden gust of wind.

Deuce was the only one not to flinch, instead summoning a cauldron for the boy to use as ammunition.

“Just what do you fools think you are doing?” Riddle hissed, sending the cauldron off course with a wave of his wand.

“Yeah, what he said!” Grim said. “Did you not hear about the super terrible things that’re gonna happen?!”

“Exactly! I don’t want that on my conscience!” Deuce said.

“And I am not giving up until that bastard says he’s sorry. He can’t do that if he’s dead!”

Trey looked at the pair of them for a moment before nodding, quietly steeling his nerves. “Okay, I can overwrite his unique magic for a little longer, I think. In the meantime, do what you can!”

Cater’s eyes widened. “Trey?! You’re supposed to be the sensible one! You can’t beat him!”

“So, what?” Ace questioned. “You only get into fights you know you can win?”

“YES!” said Cater, in a tone that made it clear he thought this a given.

“Weak,” Grim said.

“I prefer to think of it as smart.”

“Well, smart one, do you have another idea on how to snap him out of this?” Deuce snarked.

Cater… didn’t seem to know what to say to that. He groaned. “Fine, but when we’re ghosts I’m reserving the right to tell all of you I told you so!”

Deuce and Ace looked at the last two (still standing) people, pleading for them to join without a fight.

Enma and Kuroki glanced at each other.

“Ito will be pissed if we let someone die,” Kuroki mumbled defeatedly.

Enma breathed out a sigh. He couldn’t control what was going on with Ito, he wasn’t even sure that he could be much help, magicless as he was, but… maybe he could help with this, at least.

The Headmage shifted from one foot to the other and back again, looking at the group of children and the child curled in his arms, before groaning. “I’ll be back as soon as I’ve gotten everything taken care of. Hold down the fort until then!”

Crowley took off running.

And so the teenagers were left alone with a monster.

Enma smiled weakly and snatched up the man’s cane, spinning it in a tight circle to get used to the weight of it. The thing was strange, shaped like a key and yet somehow weighted like a long sword, almost perfect for something like this… but he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. “Aim for the head and the whole thing goes down?”

“I still don’t know what that’s a reference to,” Kuroki muttered. “But yeah. Trey, Cater, you’re more suited for defense. Ace, Deuce, Grim… you guys know the drill.”

“What about you two?” Grim asked, narrowing his eyes.

“I’ve got a plan,” Kuroki said. “And Enma has a weapon.”

“No pressure, everyone, but Riddle is currently dying,” Trey said, his voice strained. “And I’d prefer to stop this before he does.”

Enma looked at Riddle, and noticed that the boy’s skin was far lighter in color than it should have been. Paper white. He’d make a joke about ink and paper, but considering the circumstances…

No, he would make a joke about it when Riddle was safe.

For now, they had to deal with this ‘Overblot’.

Something that became far more apparent when the hedge they were crouching behind lifted off the ground, roots still clinging desperately to the dirt, soil tumbling off in clumps, until their tiny group was exposed.

“Found you,” Riddle said.

Needless to say, they all took off running.

They split into tiny groups. Kuroki grabbed Enma by the hand and started dragging him along behind him. Ace and Deuce rushed to go find a place where they could send off their cauldron-centric attacks without being too easy to retaliate against. Grim stayed put, digging tiny claws into the grass to brace himself before unleashing a wall of blue flames that spread through the grass toward Riddle surprisingly quickly. Trey ran off to find a place to hide that was as far away from the other groups as he could.

Cater took ‘splitting up’ most seriously, he divvied himself up into four versions, a Cater sticking with every group, four sets of eyes darting around frantically in search of any attack that might head their way.

Trey found a statue to duck behind, his forehead beading with sweat. The Cater that had accompanied him over to it leaned in to whisper something in his ear, earning a tiny nod, and immediately took off in the direction of the dorm.

The pair of Ramshackle students found a spot beneath an abandoned table that had been left behind after the Unbirthday party (was that really just yesterday?).

Cater — the original one, identifiable thanks to the Heartslabyul uniform he wore — crouched beside them. Enma might have been more appreciative of his help if he wasn’t very aware that Riddle didn’t think that Kuroki and Enma were threats because they didn’t have magic, and the move to keep the original next to them was likely more out of a sense of self-preservation than anything.

He bit his lip, his grip tightening on the cane he had ‘borrowed’ from Crowley.

“I’m going to sneak around and try to hit the thing from behind. It’s glass. If I throw my whole weight into it it should break.”

Kuroki glanced down at the weapon Enma held. His lips pressed into a thin line. It seemed he was… less than pleased about Enma’s choice of a close-range weapon and up-close-and-personal attack style.

“Be careful, yeah?”

“I’ll be fine. He won’t be paying attention to either of us anyways.”

Kuroki narrowed his eyes at him.

“Fine, fine,” Enma said, lifting his free hand in a kind of ‘I surrender’ gesture. “I’ll be careful. You should be, too.”

He grinned and punched his shoulder lightly. “When am I not?”

Enma waved him off, smiling as the boy slipped out from under the table and disappeared around a nearby hedge.

“Did he just run away?” Cater asked, his eyebrows pulling upwards in mild surprise.

“Honestly? It’s like 50/50,” he joked lightly, privately hoping that the boy was running. He hefted Crowley’s cane. The glass topper shimmered orange. “Guess we’ll just have to work twice as hard to make up for it, right, senpai?”

Cater looked less than happy, but he nodded. He turned his attention back to the battlefield.

Enma crawled out from beneath the table and clambered up the hedge Kuroki had just disappeared around. The thing was less solid than would have been preferred, but held his weight. He stuck the cane out in front of him, feeling a little like an acrobat walking a tightrope; except he was very much untrained, and the tightrope was liable to snap out from under him if he were to make a single wrong step, and the crowd was angry and pointing several fans in his direction.

He… really didn’t want to concentrate on any of this.

He watched the fight out of the corner of his eyes. Ace and Deuce were working as a pair, as Ace and Deuce always do. The ink pooled at the monster’s feet kept Riddle and the monster safe from the fire turning the grass black (probably water-based ink, then, Enma thought absently), but the flames were creating a thick smoke that was making it harder for Riddle to find them all. A Cater handed Trey a water bottle and the boy gave a tiny nod, wiping sweat from his brow with his sleeve before twisting the cap off with his teeth. He took greedy gulps of the water, and the magestone on the end of his wand seemed to glow brighter.

 Their group would outlast Riddle. There was enough of them to counter his attacks more or less effectively and when coordinating attacks they could get past his defenses enough to make hairline fractures in the glass. Given all of the time in the world, they would be able to overpower the monster.

They didn’t have all the time they’d need, though.

The statue Trey was hiding behind suddenly jerked away, leaving him standing there, his wand out, a water bottle brought halfway to his lips, eyes that had been previously drooping with exhaustion becoming wide and terrified.

“You. If I take out you, then my Unique Magic will be the best again, right?!”

His Cater stepped in front of him, arms thrown wide protectively. Riddle wasn’t in his right mind, couldn’t reason correctly, but him going for Trey even for petty reasons would be terrible for them. They’d all be completely helpless within seconds if Trey was unable to lock down Riddle’s signature spell.

“Maybe I’ll ‘paint the roses’ red with your blood!” Riddle smiled widely. “No. Actually…!”

A slew of cards spilled from Riddle’s wand yet again, but now he went with it, sending the playing cards speeding toward Trey and the Cater with full intent on slicing straight through them both.

The cards fell limp into the grass at their feet.

Kuroki had dumped a bucket of paint over Riddle’s head.

The boy shrieked, red spilling down to cover the black, filling in the gaps in the lattice over Riddle’s face and making it impossible to see through the murkiness, the chemicals stinging his eyes. He wiped frantically at his face.

Enma stumbled, his foot sailing right through a hole that he had sworn looked solid and yet apparently wasn’t. He wobbled uncertainly, sinking down to his knee, and Enma resolved to not watch the fight anymore.

A thought that was immediately disregarded. With a wide swing of his staff, Riddle sent Kuroki flying into a nearby topiary. The branches did a little to cushion his fall, giving a bit of leeway where the ground would not, but he still got scraped up by branches and leaves and thorns as he tumbled through them, hitting the dirt in a heap.

Enma waited with bated breath, watching for the tell-tale rise and fall of Kuroki’s chest before turning back to the monster.

Kuroki lifted a shaky hand in a thumbs up, and Enma breathed a sigh of relief.

He pushed himself up to stand on the hedge once again, turning the cane in his hands to ensure that the heavy end was pointed outwards.

And then he launched himself at the monster.

He crashed right through the glass like it was barely there at all, glass shards embedding themselves into his forearms, his body spilling right into the blot.

The being screamed, the sound echoing all around him, and he fought the urge to kneel and cover his ears. The blot curdling beneath his neck wouldn’t allow for that, anyways. He lifted his arms out of the blot, the ink sticking to his arms, almost trying to drag him back under, and swung at the glass from the inside. Over and over. Whaling on it. Back when he had been in Kendo, there was a method to what you were supposed to do and how, you practice something until you can do it on instinct and your form is without flaws. And he had liked that.

He also liked this. A lot. The ability to go all out on something with no regard for collateral damage because the thing he was hitting was objectively bad and he had really needed an outlet to deal with all of the things that had happened to him in the past week.

The monster began to lilt, tilting this way and that as blow after blow shattered its head, and then – finally – it fell.

A resounding crash rang through the clearing as it hit the ground, the last of the glass shattering on impact.

And then… it was quiet.

Just the quiet crackle of fire and heavy breathing.

Enma groaned as he crawled out from the monster, almost slipping on some of the leftover ink. A hand hooked under his arm, and he smiled weakly at Kuroki as the boy helped him out.

“How are you feeling?” Kuroki asked.

“Gross,” he mumbled.

“Fair. Touching you right now is kind of gross,” Kuroki said, nodding sagely. He didn’t stop holding onto Enma, though, so it must not have been too bad.

Enma grinned. “Yeah? You’re covered in all these cuts and stuff, don’t talk about how I’m the gross one right now.”

“But you are,” Kuroki said, sticking out his tongue.

Enma tapped a finger to his tongue, getting ink on it.

Kuroki gagged.

Enma laughed at him, but his attention was quickly drawn to where Riddle was coughing up a lung. But the boy hardly seemed to notice that he was almost choking on paint, grey eyes instead looking at the pair of people standing over him. One bloody and literally red-handed thanks to the paint, the other covered head-to-toe in Riddle’s blot.

“Magicless students…” Riddle said. “You…”

Kuroki flipped him off, apparently less than happy about his close encounter with a sculpted rose bush. “Magical ability doesn’t mean shit if you don’t have the personality to back it up. Like, really, how can you expect to be taken seriously as a leader when all you do is follow rules?”

Riddle looked up at him with wide eyes.

And then he burst into tears.

Kuroki’s shoulders jumped and he looked at Enma for help. Enma was backing away.

“Hey, I’m not the one that dumped chemicals in his eyes,” Enma said, hands out in front of himself as if he was physically trying to keep a wall between the person crying and himself.

Cater took it a step further. Actually, scratch that – several steps further. One look at Riddle, and he was rushing away at top speed.

“I’M SORRYYYYYY!” Riddle sobbed.

“Uh!” said Kuroki. “It’s chill. Um.”

“It’s not ‘chill’!” Ace snapped. “We almost died!”

“He’s crying!” Trey said.

“Okay, and? We almost died. You know, it’s exactly this kind of coddling that led to him going nuts in the first place! And, oh yeah, forgot to mention this, but WE ALMOST FUCKING DIED!”

“He’s got a point. It was looking bad for a second there,” said Deuce.

“He could communicate the point better,” Trey sniffed, apparently not giving up.

Grim poked Riddle with his paw, warily, as if expecting the boy to turn into a monster again. “Sevens. You humans just let stress build up and up and the results sure aren’t pretty.”

Riddle did not turn into a monster. He did, however, cry more. “I just —! Truth is… I really wanted to eat that tart.”

Ace blinked. “Huh?”

“And… and I don’t care if the roses are white or not! Or if the flamingos are pink!” He sniffled, wiping away some tears with his hand and trying to compose himself better. “And I prefer honey to sugar cubes in my tea — and I like milk tea more than lemon, anyways. And, after a meal, I want to sit around and talk with everyone, too!”

“Riddle…?” said Trey, tearing up a little himself. Whether this was in sympathy or because he was so happy that Riddle was finally expressing his own opinions was unclear.

Riddle looked at Trey, and smiled weakly. “And I — I really wanted to play with you and Chenya more.” His composure shattered, and he started sobbing once again.

Trey sniffled a little himself, kneeling beside Riddle and opening his arms hesitantly. Riddle almost threw himself into them, burying his face in Trey’s shoulder. Trey didn’t seem at all affected by the paint smearing itself on his uniform.

Cater reappeared at the edge of the clearing, bearing water bottles for everyone. He glanced at Riddle warily, but Deuce caught him by the arm before he could run off again.

“If we have to be here so do you,” he hissed.

Cater grimaced and offered a water bottle.

Deuce smiled a little and took it. He did not, however, let the boy make a run for it. Cater seemed disappointed by this development.

Ace’s face was very red, indicating he could probably use the water as well, but he shoved the offered drink aside in favor of pointing an accusatory finger at Riddle. “You think a bit of crocodile tears will make me forgive you?!”

Cater almost choked on his water, looking at Ace with wide eyes. “DUDE! Way to be a jerk!”

“Give him a break, Ace, please,” said Deuce, who very much did not want any more crying.

“Yeah, read the room,” Kuroki said as the pair of Ramshackle students took their drinks. They did a tiny toast, clinking their bottles together before cracking them open to take greedy gulps of the liquid gold.

“We’re outside,” Ace muttered.

Deuce dumped the rest of his water over Ace’s head.

Ace grumbled and fell silent.

Out of things they could distract themselves with, everyone looked back at the conversation that Trey and Riddle were having, and found that their conversation was still, unfortunately, heartfelt:

“I’m sorry, Riddle, I knew you were suffering and I didn’t help you like I should have. So, I’m going to say what I should have said earlier.”

Riddle sniffled and pulled back to look Trey in the eyes.

“Your way of doing things was wrong, and you owe everyone an apology.”

“HA!” Ace said.

Enma took the water bottle that would have been meant for Ace and poured that over his head, too.

Riddle barely seemed to register this. He turned to their group and dipped forward into a full seiza. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

Ace looked at him for a long moment before shaking his head. “I know I've been saying I wanted an apology from Riddle, but now that I got one, y'know what? One stupid ‘sorry’ doesn't even come close to making up for what he did!”

Kuroki gingerly took the cane from Enma and then hit Ace in the shin with it. “You’re such an asshole sometimes.”

“And proud!” said Ace, who was hopping on one leg in a very non-proud manner. “Have you forgotten how he made a total fool outta me?! Have you forgotten how he just threw away that chestnut tart we worked so hard on?! I’m not going to forgive him that easily!”

“Wow. I ain't never met anyone who was better at holdin' grudges than I am,” Grim said.

Riddle’s eyes were glassy with tears once again, much to everyone else’s horror, but Ace held no remorse. Riddle didn’t even have enough self-respect to agree with everyone pointing out that Ace was being extremely petty, instead asking him, “What do I do to make it up to you, then?!”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s not my birthday anytime soon.”

Everyone stared at him.

“So I demand a do-over for the unbirthday party! Except this time, we ain't gotta do squat. This time, you’re the one who brings the tart!”

The entire group nearly rioted.

(“You’re making him cry because you want a tart?!” Trey said, aghast.

“What if he’s bad at cooking?!” Grim said, whose priorities were skewed.

“Oh my goooooosh,” groaned Enma.

Kuroki pressed his face into his hands. “Thank god we didn’t end up having to keep him in our dorm.”

“Why is he like this?!” Cater asked, but it wasn’t really aimed at Ace. No, it was like he was asking the very universe itself.

“What a dick,” said Deuce, a man of few words but one who knew how to use them regardless.)

“Quiet from the peanut gallery!” Ace snapped. “What do you say, Riddle?”

“I’ll do it,” said Riddle, to the utter exasperation of just about everyone involved.

“Ah… what a lovely resolution to that conflict,” said Crowley.

The first years screamed and turned around as one.

“Do you just appear randomly all the time?!” Deuce said, clutching his chest.

Their seniors answered for them, with varying levels of exhaustion: “YES.”

But Kuroki, apparently, had bigger problems with the Headmaster: “When did you even get here?! Have you been here the whole time?! Holy shit, wait, did you let us deal with the Overblot ourselves –?!”

“Ito-kun is currently in stable condition.”

Kuroki and Enma instantly relaxed. Marginally.

But then Kuroki smiled and launched himself at the Headmaster, wrapping him in a hug to ‘express his gratitude’. Which would have been a sweet gesture if his hands weren’t smearing paint all over his outfit.

Crowley cringed. He patted him atop the head carefully. “I’m… glad you’re happy, Kuroki-kun, however –.”

And then Enma added himself to the hug, smearing all of the blot that had congealed on him on.

“Ah, Enma-kun, you really don’t have to –.”

Ace joined in, covered in water like he was. The headmaster had conflicting emotions about this addition, judging by the expression on his face.

“Trappola-kun…”

Enma lifted his head a little and met Riddle’s gaze. The boy looked at him with wide eyes, paint still dripping down his nose. He jerked his head, mouthing for him to come over.

For a moment, Riddle looked like he was going to cry again.

But then he broke into a wide smile and added to the people attempting to smear assorted gross fluids onto the Headmaster in retribution for being terrible at providing ‘adult supervision’.

~

Their group — newly doused in water spells and blown dry with wind magic courtesy of one irritated Headmaster  — started to head off to the hospital wing, Riddle using the Headmaster’s cane as extra support as they all walked.

“Guys…” Cater mumbled something, tugging at one of his bangs sheepishly.

Enma frowned. “Sorry, senpai, I didn’t catch all of that.”

“Ah, nothing,” Cater laughed, waving him off, smile already back in place. “Just said that I’ll clean up, since I have the most helping hands.”

Kuroki rolled his eyes and linked arms with Cater, dragging him alongside. “Nope, we can make all the people that ran away do it. The rest of us are going to the hospital wing to rest up for the next ten years or so.”

“Yeah, can we get food on the way, I’m hungry after all that magic —.” Grim paused as a breeze washed over them. He turned his head towards the monster's body, still prone on the ground. “Actually… something smells really good over there…”

“Oh motherfucker not again,” grumbled Kuroki, watching on as the monster, for the second time, began looting a corpse.

He procured a black rock yet again. “SCORE!”

“Ugh, don’t put it in your mouth again — aaaaand it’s gone,” Enma sighed.

Grim beamed from ear to ear. He floated over, patting his stomach, satisfied with his meal. “Ahhhhh! Rich and sweet, but with a complex hint of bitterness in the aftertaste. Equally delicious, but with quite a different mouthfeel from that last one I ate.”

“This might as well happen,” Kuroki sighed.

“Gross,” said Cater, miming as if he was going to throw up.

“I wonder if those actually taste as good as Grim-kun says they do,” Enma wondered aloud.

Kuroki whirled around and punched him in the arm. As hard as he could. “Do. Not. Eat. The. Rocks.”

“I’m just asking —!”

“NO.”