#kistune imagines

[areislol]

‎‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤfox's devotion

pairings. m!kitsune x gn! reader

warnings. slight yandere tendecies, nothing too much, proof-read. set in ancient japan. kitsune wears a yishang despite it beingset in japan so don't mind that.

a/n. i love fox hybrids :') if there are any mistakes please let me know!

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the quiet forests of the yamashiro mountains were no place for a lone traveller, especially with the whispers of mischievous spirits haunting the winds. but you had no choice.

you were sent to retrieve herbs for your ailing grandmother, and the rarest ones only grew in the deep woods, where mortals dared not venture.

the sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the dense trees as you carefully made your way along the narrow path. you’d heard the stories—how travelers would be lured off their paths by strange lights or laughing voices, never to be seen again.

kitsune were the most feared, ancient fox spirits with the power to trick even the wisest of sages.

but you didn’t believe in such tales… at least, not until you met him.

it started with laughter—soft, melodic, but undeniably playful. the moment you heard it, you stopped in your tracks, eyes darting around for the source. there was no one in sight, but you felt a presence, something watching you from the trees.

“h—hello?” you called out hesitantly, gripping your basket tighter.

more laughter, closer this time. the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and before you could react, a figure appeared before you. he seemed to materialize from the mist itself—standing tall, his molten silver hair cascading down his back in waves that seem to shimmer under the moonlight, as if alive with an ethereal glow.

his sharp, golden eyes, reminiscent of a predator, lock onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. every movement he makes is smooth, graceful, and effortless, as though he’s one with the very wind itself.

he’s draped in yishang, its silken fabric flowing around him in delicate layers. the garment, though traditional, carries a mysterious air, its texture almost too smooth, too fluid, as if it was woven from the very essence of the night.

even when the air is still, his robes sway gently, giving him an otherworldly presence, like a mirage that could vanish at any moment. and when he smiled, his sharp teeth gleamed in the fading sunlight.

but the most striking feature? the nine tails that swayed lazily behind him.

a kitsune.

“you seem lost, little human,” he purred, his voice as smooth as silk. his lips curled into a sly smile. “or perhaps… you’re just looking for a bit of company?”

your heart raced as you stepped back, your mind screaming at you to run, but something about his gaze rooted you to the spot. he was beautiful—dangerously so—and the playful tilt of his head as he regarded you made you feel like prey.

“i—i’m not lost,” you stammered, trying to sound braver than you felt. “i’m just gathering herbs.”

the kitsune’s eyes gleamed with amusement, and he took a step closer, his movements graceful and almost predatory. “ah, how noble of you,” he said, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. “but these woods are no place for a delicate thing like you. it’s dangerous.”

“i’ll be fine,” you insisted, though your voice wavered. you tried to sidestep him, but he blocked your path effortlessly, his tails flicking with amusement.

“i can’t let you wander around like that,” he said, his smile widening as he leaned in, his voice a low, teasing whisper. “what if something happened to you? i’d feel terribly guilty.”

you frowned, trying to put some distance between you, but his presence seemed to fill the entire space, surrounding you. his scent—like wildflowers and something musky—invaded your senses, making it hard to think clearly.

“i don’t need your help,” you said firmly, taking another step back. “i’ll manage on my own.”

the kitsune’s expression darkened for just a moment, his eyes flashing dangerously before returning to their playful glint. “oh, but i insist,” he purred, circling you slowly. “i can’t leave such a lovely human alone in these woods, after all. it wouldn’t be right.”

without warning, he vanished in a puff of mist, reappearing behind you in the blink of an eye. you gasped, spinning around to face him, but his long fingers had already wrapped around your wrist, gentle but unyielding.

“let me go,” you demanded, trying to pull free, but his grip only tightened, his golden eyes locking onto yours with a fierce intensity.

“why would i ever do that?” he murmured, his voice low and possessive. “you’ve captured my interest, human. i’ve been watching you for some time now.”

your heart pounded in your chest. “what do you mean?”

the kitsune’s lips curled into a smirk, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin. “i’ve seen you… in the village, tending to your family, always so kind, so sweet. you didn’t know, but i’ve been waiting for you. and now that i have you…” his grip on your wrist tightened slightly, just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“i’m not letting you go.”

you swallowed hard, feeling your pulse race under his touch. “i… i’m just a healer. there’s nothing special about me.”

the kitsune chuckled softly, his tails swaying behind him like flickering flames. “oh, but you are special. you see, humans are so fragile, so fleeting… and yet, you’ve managed to catch my attention.”

his words sent a chill down your spine. "i don’t belong to you,” you said firmly, though your voice trembled slightly.

the kitsune’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, the playful mask he wore slipped, revealing something far more dangerous beneath. "right."

you tried to pull away again, but he was faster, his arms wrapping around you in an almost crushing embrace, his nine tails curling around your body like chains. his face was inches from yours, his golden eyes burning with an intensity that left you breathless.

“you’ll see,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “i can give you everything. power, immortality, anything you desire… as long as you stay by my side.”

your heart pounded in your chest, your mind racing for a way out, but the more you struggled, the tighter his grip became. he wasn’t going to let you go.

“i don’t need power or immortality,” you said through gritted teeth, refusing to let him see your fear. “i just need to get the herbs and be on my way.”

the kitsune tilted his head, his smile returning, though it was far more sinister now. “you’ll learn to love me,” he said softly, his voice filled with dark promise. “i’ll make sure of it.”

before you could respond, he leaned in, his lips sfotly brushing the edge of his lips, the heat of his body pressed against yours, and for a moment, you felt yourself slipping into the depths of his obsession.

but you weren’t ready to give in. not yet.

with all the strength you could muster, you shoved him back, breaking the kiss and stumbling away from him, your chest heaving.

"wha—what do you think you're doing!?" you exclaimed, cheeks flustered. that was your first kiss!! and he just took it so casually!!

the kitsune stared at you for a moment, his expression unreadable, before his smile returned.

“feisty,” he murmured, his eyes gleaming with approval. “i like that.”

and with that, he vanished into the mist, his laughter echoing through the trees.

but you knew this wasn’t over.

it had been days since your encounter with the kitsune in the forest. though you managed to escape his immediate grasp, his presence lingered in every corner of your mind.

his laughter echoed in your thoughts, and you often felt his eyes watching, even when you were alone.

you tried to go about your daily life, but the eerie sensation never left you. every shadow, every rustle of leaves, felt like him—waiting, lurking, ready to reappear.

and, as you feared, he did.

you had returned to your village, thinking maybe being surrounded by people would keep him at bay. but even within the walls of your modest home, with your grandmother sleeping soundly in the next room, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched.

the silence of the night was thick and oppressive, and the flickering light of the oil lamp seemed to dance in the windless air.

suddenly, you heard it—soft footsteps outside, impossibly light yet unmistakable. you froze, your heart pounding in your chest. it was him. you knew it.

“don’t,” you whispered to yourself, but your feet moved on their own, leading you to the door.

the moment you slid it open, the cool night air hit you, and there he stood—leaning against the entrance, his golden eyes glowing under the moonlight, the tips of his tails barely visible in the shadows.

“miss me?” he purred, his voice laced with amusement, though there was a hunger in his gaze that made your skin prickle.

“i told you to leave me alone,” you said, your voice more confident than you felt. “i don’t want anything to do with you.”

his smile faltered for a split second before returning, though now it held a dangerous edge. “you keep saying that, little one, but you don’t really mean it.” he stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “i can feel it. i can feel how your heart races when i’m near.”

lord, did he have to say that outloud?

his presence was overwhelming—suffocating, like he was weaving a web around you with every movement, every word.

“Iive been patient,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone. “but my patience is wearing thin. i’ve watched you every night, waiting… and now, i’m done waiting.”

you took a shaky step back, speaking up. “you don’t own me,” you said, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice. “i’m not yours...”

in an instant, his hand was against the wall beside your head, trapping you. his nine tails fanned out behind him, glowing faintly in the moonlight as if reacting to his emotions.

“oh, but you are,” he whispered, leaning in so close you could feel his breath against your skin. “you were mine the moment i laid eyes on you. and now, no matter what you say, i’m not letting you go.”

your heart raced, your mind spinning as his words sunk in. there was no reasoning with him, no escape from his obsession. he truly believed that you belonged to him.

turning your head away from him you shook your head, "absolutely not!! i will not be your prisoner!" you hissed, trying to ignore the flutter of fear and something far more dangerous creeping into your chest.

the kitsune chuckled softly, his fingers gently tilting your chin back toward him. “prisoner? no, no, no… i don’t want to trap you. i want to protect you. keep you safe from the world that doesn’t deserve you.”

his words, so tender yet possessive, made your stomach twist. he leaned in closer, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch deceptively gentle. “i’ll give you everything you need,” he whispered. “i’ll care for you in ways no human ever could.”

“and if I say no?” you asked, your voice barely more than a breath. you hated how weak you sounded, how difficult it was to stand your ground when he was so close, so overwhelming.

his golden eyes narrowed, his smile fading ever so softly. “you won’t say no.” his voice was soft, but the warning was clear.

before you could react, he pressed his lips to yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. his hands, now gently cupping your face, were trembling slightly—as if holding back some deeper, more dangerous impulse. his tails coiled around your body, binding you to him as if to remind you that there was no escape.

you tried to pull away, but the kiss deepened, his lips moving with an intensity that stole your breath. it wasn’t just a kiss—it was a claim, a promise, a binding of your very soul to his.

when he finally pulled back, his breath ragged, his eyes glowed with triumph. “you feel it too, don’t you?” he whispered, his lips brushing against your skin. “that pull between us. you can’t deny it forever.”

you stared up at him, your heart pounding in your chest, torn between fear, confusion, and something far more dangerous—something that threatened to draw you in.

his touch, his words, his very presence, seemed to wrap around you like a spell.

this was bad.

without another word, he stepped back, the cool air filling the space between you once more. his eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before he vanished into the night, his form dissolving into mist, leaving you breathless and shaken.

he would return. he always would. after all, he had already decided—you were his, he was yours, and there was no escaping a fox’s devotion.

[monstersflashlight]

how about a male kitsune x fem reader. Maybe they are childhood friends and he loves to tease her a lot and acts really cocky all the time but scares away any potencial rival. Unknown to them both their parents who are good family friends ,have been trying to set them up together partly due to the fact of some very old promise their ansestors made or something but won’t force it and see it as if it happens it happens. But male kitsune has a secret, his true form and accidentally shows the reader this while confessing but she reassures she doesn’t care how he looks (if anything she finds him quite handsome like this) and she likes him too. His secret form I guess could go two ways I’m not sure which sounds better 1: she never knew he was a kitsune, and them being childhood friends was really just her playing around with a baby fox that she thought belonged to his family. Or 2: she knew he was a kitsune all along but he has a 3rd form he never showed her this one looking more like a bipedal humanoid fox a form of which not even his family has thus being self conscious of. Thank you so much your writing is really cool!

A/N: Hi! This request was very fun to write, hope any of you mind that I mixed both, made sense in my head. Also, as a great mind said “daddy is a state of mind”, I imagine this story as them being very close in age, like max three years apart. Enjoy!

The nine tails

Kitsune x fem!reader || daddy kink, arranged marriage, mates,

When you thought back to your childhood, you always had blurry memories of an animal. A fox. A white fox that followed you around and played with you when you went out into the garden. Your parents thought you were talking about a plushie or something, but you knew better, there was an actual fox that approached you as soon as you stepped outside. But when you were about twelve, he disappeared.

It hurt you so bad and so profound that you cried for days. You cried and cried and your parents didn’t know what was wrong. Your neighbor came around, a nice lady that you’ve known all your life, the mother of your crush… She said it was a pain of heart, and also disappeared. It was ominous and weird, and it woke you off a stupor that you didn’t know you were into.

You woke up and kept living. Even when your friend, your crush, left, you kept going.

And kept going.

When past your twenties, your parents announced that you were to marry an unknown person, or not so unknown. When you walk to the altar and see your long forgotten childhood friend… you are lost of words. You are so confused you dissociate through all ceremony. Before you realize you were married and living with a man you thought forgot about you.

You are calling him husband and he’s calling you wife, and your life is boring. You came back to your house one day, a bit earlier than anticipated because you signed a big contract and you want to go out for dinner with your husband, even if you barely talk. But what awaits for you there is not what you expected.

There’s a white fox in your living room. A white fox that turns into a human, a very naked human in the form of your husband. You gape at him, speechless.

You turn around to leave when he stops you. “Wait! Hear me out, I…”

But then it clicks. “You are the fox,” you deadpan.

“What?” He’s as surprised as you.

“The fox from my memories. It’s you.” Everything starts making sense, why they left, what his mother said when you were a kid.

“I- I thought you didn’t remember that,” he whispers, more to himself than to you.

“Of course I do, it broke my heart when you disappeared. I was so sad my parents bought me a puppy.” He doesn’t answer, staring at you like you grew a new head. You look into his sad eyes and can’t hold back anymore: “Why did you leave me?” Your question is filled with sadness and disappointment, the wound that you thought forgotten is once again open and bleeding. You thought you could get over the fox leaving, probably something to do with nature, but knowing it was him… That it was him who abandoned you…

“I’m sorry. I- They told me I had to. I couldn’t keep visiting you because I could throw everything into the wind if my fox got too attracted to you. So I pulled away, but it pained me, it pained me so much I could barely transform for so long after I stopped seeing you. And then we moved away and I… I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” His voice is broken as he explains, his words rushed as if he’s trying to convince you as much as he tries to convince himself.

And you get a new realization at that. “That’s why you came back? That’s why you married me? Not because they signed some papers when we were not even born?” You ask for confirmation.

“Of course not! I love you. Always have. Always will,” he tells you, eyes filled with tears and emotions showing in every twitch of his body. You stare at him, so moved by his words that you just stare. You stare for so long that he starts to squirm and moves to walk away, accepting your silence as a rejection.

But this time is you who stop him: “Then make love to me until I can’t walk anymore. Breed me until I can’t think of anything else. Fuck me until the sad memories disappear and I can only think of you inside of me,” you pronounce the filthy words as if your life depends on it. As if his body and his soul are what you crave more than air.

He chuckles, swallowing back his tears as he tells you: “You can’t say that and look at me directly, or this would end sooner than expected.” You look down at the same time as he does, seeing his dick twitching and growing hard in front of your eyes.

“Does me saying dirty things arouse you, daddy?” His groan is so loud and desperate that you have to bite back your own moan.

You throw your clothes off your body like a soul followed by death and stare at him, naked in all your glory, as his eyes flash in different colors and his ears morph into fox-like ones. And then you see his half form, his tails behind him, all nine of them swinging as he approaches you slowly, making you grin at him until you are chest to chest. He grabs you by the waist, holding you thigh as he lowers his head and kisses you in the most dominating way ever. Your knees give out under you, but he grabs your ass and pushes you up, inviting you to wrap them around his middle.

He gropes your ass as he grinds his dick up to your wet center. You keep whispering “daddy daddy daddy” as he rocks your body against his. He’s as desperate as you are, your kisses consuming, trying to get your love across his lips. Trying to show him all the longing and pain that he caused you, as he tries to kiss it away. It’s intoxicating and deep, so emotional and intense that you are breathless.

When he finally pushes his dick inside your dripping cunt, you shiver with the force of the sensation. He pushes your body against the wall, plastering himself against your front as he leaves your mouth to kiss your neck, leaving marks as he goes.

He fucks you against the wall, desperate, uncoordinated… and perfect. “Yes. Yes. Yes,” you chant over and over, his dick hitting that special place inside of your pussy that makes you see stars.

You start to shake in his arms. “Are you going to come for daddy? Are you going to make a mess out of your pretty pussy for me?” You nod eagerly, biting his neck and making him cry out as the first shoot of cum hit you deep inside, hot as lava.

You groan as your own orgasm rocks your body, convulsing against his arms as his tails caress your legs like the softest touch. It drives you to a new level, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream as he fucks you through your aftershocks. He breathes hard against your neck, biting softly with his long fangs.

“You are so good, such a good girl for daddy,” he keeps whispering soft things against your ear as you come down, breathing hard and blushing harder than ever. He kisses your sweaty forehead as he walks you to the bathroom, not letting you go as he runs you a bath.

[dinomites]

i do be thinking about the EGO corrosion and how worse I can make it-

[profedger]

mr. medicine seller/Kusuriuri(from Mononoke) saiki

im still thinking about kitsune saiki its been months and i still haven't written it yet i still think about it every second of every hour of every day of every week of every month of every year

[blushblushbear]

What if the kitsune’s got jealous?

Aki

tries to play it off like he's not jealous

is failing miserably

IT'S SO OBVS HE'S JEALOUS

is going to look for your attention once they're gone

might even ask if he's still your favorite when you two are alone

in a very pouty way of course

will step in and mention how much he enjoys being your BOYFRIEND

they're mine mine mine take the hint step off loser

lol

is very pouty later but NEEDS those affirmation cuddles

kicked puppy about the whole affair

and yet will still try and deny he's jealous

at least at first

maybe one of the only kistune boys who will finally be like OKAY FINE I'M JEALOUS, YOU DON'T GIVE ME ATTENTION LIKE THAT, GIVE ME ATTENTION NOW PLEASE OKAY

will accept apologies in the form of affection, cuddles, and snacks if you feel so inclined

but mostly just wants to be your center of attention again

will use tricks, pranks and even more puppy dog eyes to achieve that goal

Haru

tries and mostly succeeds at keeping it subtle

mostly

he's given away by the fact that he's usually not this tense

or this terriorial

very 'is this guy bothering you' vibes

will also be very clingy/affectionate around his target of jealousy just so they get the message

what exactly do they think they're getting all chummy with their partner for??

and where do they think they're going with this shtick???

excuse them????

some nerve

anyway

kiss honey <3

will also puppy dog for your attention but he may lay it on thicker than Aki

clinging to you

excessive pouting

asking if you if you want him to do that thing you like later tonight wink

cling cling hug hug kiss kiss IGNORES THE PEST THEY AREN'T WORTH HIS TIME but like a little kiss cause he misses your lips???

will low key deny the jealousy but also maybe confirm it in a backhanded way

'I get why they were all over you, who wouldn't be-- but didn't think you'd reciprocate. And with your boyfriend around. One would even think you're just TRYING to make me jealous'

and then he pouts

though sometimes it's followed with a expression of fear that he's not good enough

'are they... doing something I'm not for you??? what about them do you like so much better than me???'

gets really insecure about the whole affair frankly

also a little possessive

Fuyu

the KING of pretending he's not jealous while DEFINITELY WEARING IT ON HIS SHOULDER lol

it triggers a downward spiral of pride and insecurities

he both simultaneously knows he is a catch and also knows he is a bore/brute

worries and frets about the attention you were giving others

doesn't bring it up till you ask but also doesn't make it subtle that he's in a huff

pretends not to care or notice the attention he believes you were LAVISHING on the other party but it's so obvious it's eating away at him

but just as easily as he is made huffy, he is also soothed

a few kisses, a few words and acts of affection and he is putty in your hands once more

until his jealously is struck up again

he's ego is so fragile and his belief that he deserves your love so shaky that frankly the jealous gambit is a semi-normal part of your relationship

he doesn't necessarily put A Whole Show On about it every time but he does get quietly jealous fairly easily and will need to be reassured some what frequently

all while stubbornly holding to that he is not jealous and does not need to be coo'ed and coddled like a fussy child but also he's waiting for his kisses in he most pouty fashion imaginably while also denying that he's even doing so

such an ancient child this one can be...

[princess-of-the-corner]

Tried to think of some Miraculous Gaang names! You may want to Google a few of these, fair warning.

Ladybug!Sokka - Captain Harmonia/Harlequin/Beetle

Black Cat!Katara - Painted Jaguar

Turtle!Aang - Lion Turtle, Tortiseshell

Snake!Suki - Pythonic, Tealtime, Naga, Aspen, Tock Viper, Medusa/Stheno/Euryale, Teal Gorgan

Tiger!Toph - The Blind Tiger

Dragon!Zuko - Seiryu 

Fox!Azula - Inari, Kistune, Silver Reynard, Kuma Lisa, Blue Ren (“the tale of Miss Ren”)

Pig!Jin - Babirusa

Bee!Ty Lee - Bumblebee (there is literally a “Dance of the Bumblebee” music score), Honeycomb

Mouse!Mai - Rat Queen (based on the “Rat King” from the Nutcracker Ballet. Kind of as a slide parallel to her canon thing, here, Mai’s parents signed her up for ballet, where she met Ty Lee and Azula.)

Ox!Haru - Oxenfree (all I got right now)

Horse!Teo - got nothing but “Pegasus” which is taken

Rabbit!Yué - Luna Lapine, Luna Angora, Satin Moon, Velvet Moon

Monkey!Kuzon - a bit more explanation here. Mostly, I was trying to fill out the miraculous roster, cause AtLa only has a few “main” characters, I was trying to find some named characters the Gaang is shown being friends with who are roughly their age. I didn’t list Jet or his friends, cause, honestly, what exactly would their story be?? How do they integrate? Like, I’m sure you could do something, I just couldn’t really think of anything at the time. But also, I realized all the friends of the Gaang belong to Katara, Sokka, or Suki, later Zuko - Aang and Toph don’t really have any that are unconnected from them. In Toph’s case, she was raised super sheltered, and never got a chance to meet anyone, while Aang HAD friends, but they’re all mostly dead, except Bumi, because of the 100 years in ice thing. And we already have Bumi here being an old man. The only other friend Aang really mentions is Kuzon, the Fire Nation kid who … I think there’s a short story about the pair of them fighting off poachers? Anyway, I was basically imagining Kuzon as “Le Chien Kim, but Animal Lover and Environmentalist Advocate”. He would have grown up next door to Aang and Gyatso, and that’s how the pair are friends. As for names … I want to say Tarzan or Mowgli, but I feel like, even in universe, those would get him visits from lawyers.

Now, briefly into ships - this is just me spitballing my random headcanons, PLEASE TO ALL READING THIS, WE ARE HAVING FUN, LET’S NOT BRING THE ATLA SHIPWARS HERE! THIS IS JUST ME SPITBALLING! THEY CAN ALL BE CHANGED!

so, Katara/Aang. Aang I see as non-binary - they don’t mind which pronouns you use, but mostly uses he/they when referring to himself. Katara believes she is straight, but is actually bi with a bigger attraction to males.

Sokka is poly-pansexual. His relationships start with Sokka/Yue, until Yué realizes she’s actually AroAce, and they break up. Then later Sokka/Suki, which morphs into Zuko/Sokka & Sokka/Suki, which changes to Zuko/Sokka/Suki. Suki’s bi, while Zuko is … Zuko (demi-pan, but never has the words for it till WAY later).

Toph is Aro, or at least grayromantic, as is Teo. Teo I also see as trans, but that might just be me.

Mai/Ty Lee eventually becomes Mai/Ty Lee/Azula. (Sexuality uncertain, but my cousin does call them the “Deadly Lesbians”.) There’s a brief Mai/Zuko, but only to get Mai’s parents to back off and leave her alone.

Haru is our only totally straight guy, congrats man, you are our cishet+!

Thoughts, Feelings, Opinions, New/Different Ideas?

(Also, side note. We still have Cabbage man, right?)

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OH SO

Loving the names! I think I’m gonna make a masterpost of the names here once I finalize them.

Totally get the thing on Kuzon. Like yeah I’m trying to think of other characters to fill out the Hero team and other than Jet’s group there aren’t a lot. There’s a reason I dragged Jin into this(other than the fact that I love her)

And yeah I’ve been turning Jet and co over in my head trying to think of what they’d be and I can’t think of anything for them because there’s so many changes to the base setup.

AS FOR SHIPS

I have my ships I like and while I do take suggestions it’s my au and I get the nonsense!

Obvs the Aang/Katara stays.

I see the Zuko/Sokka/Suki and raise you adding Jin in there.

Swinging to Yue: I always have mixed feelings in some AUs because I love her and Sokka in Canon but most AUs they never really work out. And in this one idk why they wouldn’t exactly? Like nothing gets in the way. Maybe if I write Sokka starting the Suki relationship first and then while they’re poly they’re not at a ‘hey how do you think about another person?’ discussion stage when they meet Yue? And then by the time they are at that stage either they’ve moved on or Yue has her own partner?

That said. Yue/Azula. Any time I have the chance for them I take it. Like the equal opposite you see my vision.

I also have this weird soft spot for Toph/Ty Lee. Probably has something to do with that post of ‘Ty Lee teaches Toph to walk on her hands’ thing because as funny as that post is these two are menaces it’s great, the amount of trust involved in it!

Haru is def our token straight though.

My one original thought:

So like. The Gaang has a range of ages. And in atla that’s fine due to the circumstances. But here it’s kind of a question of ‘how do they all meet/become friends/etc if they never really meet’? so I’m gonna make shit up to squish them into the same grade in school. 

Aang and Toph skipped a grade. Homeschooling put them a bit ahead of their peers in public school so they just got placed ahead.

On the flipside, Zuko got held back a grade due to the whole ‘being kicked out and horrifically scarred’ thing. Like between the mental and physical care he’d need he missed a lot of class that year so just. Repeat the year.

[millipede-menace]

The bands back together! And they’re old lol

Art Notes/Rants below ⬇️

⚠️Warning⚠️

it is very long, I got a lot to say apparently lol

❗️They’re all aged up btw! In case you’re all wondering why i’m even redesigning them lol

🐱Chizu Mini Rant: I hate Chizu’s design in the show. Not the clothing more so the body model. I hate that they made her the stereotypical curvy cat girl with a tiny hourglass waist and tiny hands and feet. Really weird proportions, Like we’re going back to the betty boop era but no one else in the show looks like this? (Also, No hate to people who are curvy btw love you) It just doesn’t feel like it belongs in the show. Maybe if she were shorter, it would work better? Idk Also she’s like the only one in a full skin tight suit (like I get animation, but they didn’t even bother giving her implied loose clothes or armor like the other ninjas? Maybe bc she was undercover? but then she should’ve been wearing something closer to the bg character models) It’s like they’re trying to make her sexy but like why?????? for why????

I really liked the concept art of Chizu. She’s got a more sharp/rigid and square silhouette but still some curves (w/o it being weird). She still has tiny hands but her head isn’t the size of a watermelon and her face isn’t super tiny, the proportions are good. She’s all power stanced up lol She looks mean and menacing, someone not to trust or mess with. It’s literally spot on. ✨chef kiss ✨ It’s also probably why they didn’t really go with it, they probably rounded her out to be more appealing for the reveal? or she was hard to animate cause she did have baggier pants idk. Who am I, but a rando with a hard boiled egg for brains.

Art Notes: I took a lot of inspiration from the comics and I did want to keep her iconic red so she was still recognizable & stand out from the neko ninja. I made her a regular black cat! (with the idea of black cats being less likely to be adopted & be strays) (;-;) (I know she was kidnapped but still!! The stray cat vibes!!!) I gave her a more lean and tall figure, kinda like the comics but also to play off of Kistune’s height and it give scrawny stray cat vibes . . . again lol. It’s also a body shape I don’t see a lot in physically strong female characters (or maybe I do and just don’t remember? Idk but she can definitely kick your ass & she’s not here for anybody’s bullshit lol) I gave her the iconic ponytail from the comics along with the comb Kitsune usually wears. I wanted to give her green eyes (bc black cat & red and green) but i just kept them yellow. Maybe i’ll go back and change them. Her outfit is mostly inspired from Karai (bc she’s a ninja from eons ago & the gang is a little more traditional) just (pretend cuz i’m lazy) with traditional Japanese patterns. Chizu definitely got kunais and stars up her sleeves, but bc she doesn’t have to be a ninja anymore, I imagine her more into wearing pretty dresses with patterns and cute things. Stuff she never got to wear/ enjoy as a kid, you know. The show really wants to push her to be a bad ass girl boss who hates everyone and everything and is too cool and edgy for games but idk. I like to think she left the ninja stuff behind her and started living her own life based on exploring things rather than just being the cool ninja with an edgy backstory. I think she uses ninjitsu as a means of self defense but doesn’t like being connected to it b/c of the kidnapping and stuff. (We also see how she doesn’t really care about the tradition of ninjitsu cause during the show, she has no fucking clue what to do with the neko ninja, she just wanted them to stop hurting people and wanted to free the babies lol) Usagi and Kitsune are the ones who indulge her childish side. She wears a lot of red but her favorite color is pink. Kitsune def hypes her up and goes feral when she wears pink.

🦊 Kitsune Mini Rant: I hate Kitsune’s clothes in the show. Idk it just doesn’t look right on her. It’s got no shape it’s got no hiding spots for stolen goods. It’s not Kitsune. I like the concept art fit, it’s really cute. (She looks like a mini tank who will fuck you up in a cute way) but still #1 thing missing. Hiding spots for stolen goods!!! She needs some loose sleeves or flowy clothing like in the comics. (btw: I know it would be harder to animate in the show therefore I accept what they gave her but still!!!)

Art Notes: I’m not too sure about Kitsune’s fit tbh. I’m still workshopping it. She just needs something with loose sleeves! (Like she for sure is stealing shit and putting it up her sleeves, you can’t tell me i’m wrong/ it’s also where she could keep her fans!) I think i’m obsessed with her sleeves cause I imagine her gambling or playing a game of cards with a bunch of dangerous criminals and someone accuses her of cheating and she goes “What?! Me?! No, no. I’m just that good or maybe . . . you’re just that bad-” Then all the stolen cards fall out her sleeves and she just goes -fuck. and it turns into this picture vvv

ANYWAYS!!!! I gave her short hair bc idk, a girls gotta change it up sometime 💅 I actually liked her hair mimicking a fox tail but I feel like she would get bored of it and chop it all off one day. She's definitely the one who cuts and dye’s her hair at 1am then cries about it the next day. She’s got visibly longer ears and sharper face. Kitsune and Usagi wanted to get piercings together cause they’re besties and want to be edgy (she lowkey got it on her left ear to match Chizu) and so they did and Usagi’s Auntie was so PISSED lol. They got chewed out. Her hands and feet should be a little darker but i forgor. Also she’s got dark teal wrappings so it would be hard to tell anyways. I gave her the crop top with buttons from the concept art and the sleeves from the comic. They have the same maple leaf print from her comic too (i’m just lazy) and the cuffs are just lined to mimic the layers she had. She’s got her little pack, she’s also got some more smaller ones on the back (kinda like Leo). She also made a comment about not having money to buy herself shoes so . . . she’s got no shoes lol. It just wrappings under her shin guards. (no shoes just like Leo smh) It helps her be more sneaky tho >:)

Oh and they’re dating but i feel like that’s a given lol. I saw people shipping them at first and it literally went -> *sees ship* Oh they’re shipping the only two main female characters together again- yeah that’s greeeat- *Watches the show* oh. nvm I retract my sarcasm, they’re def gay for each other, thats nice. This is nice -w-

which is pretty funny, cause I think they don't like each other in the comics? (from what I saw in the singles panels I used as a reference at least) Chizu’s legit ready to kill Kitsune lol

Post Note: I totally forgot Chizu chose a bow and arrow as a weapon so now she’s just the stereotypical tall archer . . . i’m gonna go now ;-;

Gen Mini Rant: Holy Moly dudes, he was sooooo hard to draw ;-; I don't hate his design at all, actually it's one I like the most. I just don't like that there's not a lot of contrast on the 3D model and he kind just blends into a purple blob. (for me at least) I defiantly didn't do him justice but that's the best it's gonna get (from me that is.)

Art Notes: Don't look the feet . . . for any of them but mostly Gen lol. I don't really like the purple I chose but every color combo I did just looked bad idk. I can't do color, don't look at me man. Me and purple do not mix. He's still a bounty hunter so I wanted to keep his armor but I wanted him to have a long tail-coat/cape-ish jacket cause he would look cool as hell with one of those >:) (prob not practical but still) I wanted to add elbow and knee pads, but he's a rhino, he can take it. Also how can bad guys hurt him if he's too busy beating them up with his brass knuckles? He's still got his clubs but he likes clanging his fists together. lol His horn grew back! He's also got a goatee and everyone makes fun of him. The gang always threatens to shave it off in his sleep. I took more inspo from the show than the comic cause I don't really know Gen in the comics and what I did find was just miyamoto usagi but purple ;-; (clothes wise)

I wasn’t kidding, I had a lot to say, any survivors?

Feel free to suggest or critic my designs!! :0 Im not a design person and its mostly just for fun, but i looooove hearing people’s takes, especially hot takes >:) i like poking brains, its fun ^^

[inariyazaki]

Btw reader = you ( kinda obvious )

plan !!

infos :

reader :  Umi Kitsune, female, immortal, introvert.

facts : She is summoned by who are in need of help or advice. Reader tends to help others that are their species, though reader may seem cunning and mischievous, she is actually one of the most helpful and kindest kistunes out there. Reader has 9 tails, however has not mastered her powers. Her family, the kitsune guardians and one of the few kitsunes that can transform into human, her family died due to protecting the enchanted forest where she, the reader resides, and now, reader is now the guardian of her forest and ancestors, if she has any left. Most Umi Kitsunes can be found in reader's forest, reader's forest is an extremely big forest. However, Umi Kitsunes are almost extinct due to some unknown reasons, reader, is still investigating. ( will be posting an prologue, so this series will have a masterlist ! )

age : reader has no specific age, however she is thousands of years old, so dw ab her being a minor !!

powers : reader can create illusions, because of this, when she is in danger she summons illusions and flee the scene safely. She also uses this to protect people ( ykwim, the guys n gals. ) She can also posses peoples or kitsunes minds, although she hasn't fully mastered this, she does try and test it with her other kitsune friends ( that can't turn into human )

mask : in combat, the mask will look a little like this or this ( u pick ! u imagine what u want <3 I picked the second mask bcs it looks / has the colour scheme of Xiao ! Xiao's one of my favs hehe )

likes : reader likes rice cakes ( according to google kitsunes like anything rice related ) and onigiri !

clothing : readers dress / outfit looks a little like this ! or you can imagine Yae Miko's clothing on reader, the skirt is js a little more covered. :) this is an example !

scaryish fact : yk how I mentioned reader hasn't mastered her powers yet ? Yeah, she unknowingly kills, she had killed foxes that are stepping in her forest, or maybe even kitsunes. However if you think about it, reader might be the cause of extinction of the Umi kitsunes ? Wrong. There's a different killer, and reader is aware, and due to this, reader's mind has one goal, "kill the killer." Her mind is focused on one task, and that is to kill, how does she kill ? Take Layla as an example, she "sleep walks", but she's wide awake, she just not in her right mind. There are only times when this happens, rather, when the killer decides to attack.

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Now the character infos are done, I decided to make it js mu favorite characters instead of like 9 characters LMAOAOA, but I decided to make it Xiao, Wanderer, Cyno, n Tighnari ! Since they're my top favorites n the characters I have the most fun writing, I decided to do them instead, I'm planning on adding Lumine, Aether, and Paimon too ! ( Lumine n Aether are aroace ) idk if I should make it fluff mixed with gore yet, still planning ! Also idk if I should make it multiple endings like which character you end up with yk, or if u got the opportunity to go to teyvat w them, not sure yet, since the planning is still in complete, I'll be finishing telephone first ! Will be editing this whenever I get the chance.

Taglist : @riabef ( told me they wanted to be tagged in my blogs LMAO) @xiaos-wif3 ( there's smth Xiao related here ! Hope you dm <3 )

[achy-boo]

If you see the post I made about Mystery Haunt had Four urban legends that the locals and even the government themselves are more cautious of summoning or telling the urban legends….

Imagine how the Sakamaki Brothers, the Mukami brothers(plus the other cast members that I don’t seem to care to name) will reacts to this. The three out of the four urban legends will get more hostile and more aggressive than usual.

I feel bad for Yui because she’s going to see the true meaning of bloodshed.

And also due to some of the TWST being with royalties or celebrity: the best they can do is to scarred them MENTALLY.

I feel kinda bad for Riddle’s mom like: imagine her trying to summoned the two faced Kistune or The Puppeteer and it’s Bloodied Twin or the INSANE girl in The Mirror…yea when it came to the shit like what Riddle’s mother did, you know damn well that bitch ain’t seeing Jesus, she going to see Satan.

@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @marrondrawsalot @yumeko2sevilla am I right or wrong about that?

[imogenkol]

— which supernatural creature is your oc?

I was tagged by @detectivelokis to do this uquiz! Thank you!!! 💕

Tagging: @chuckhansen @risingsh0t @jendoe @phillipsgraves @indorilnerevarine @jinfromyarikawa @socially-awkward-skeleton @roofgeese @nokstella @simonxriley @sstewyhosseini @aceghosts @marivenah @jackiesarch @shellibisshe @florbelles @corvosattano @queennymeria and anyone else who wants to! 💕

Succubus

You are a succubus! Smart, sexy, and potentially deadly. The cunning Succubus is a creature you don't want to joke around with. They are seductresses who simply enjoy toying with their peers... and are powerful, clever creatures full of beauty, charm, and confidence. They won't ever let anybody or anything get in their way. However, as good as that may seem... always remember to be careful around them. Here's a tip: don't make them angry.

Fairy

You are a fairy! Depending on the type, fairies come in all different shapes, sizes, and colors. Above all, they resemble the typical human physique. Fairies are beautiful, energetic, magical creatures. They have unlimited abilities, depending on the type they are. Some can make flowers bloom, others might be able to talk to animals and become friendly with them. To conclude, fairies will do whatever they can to make their peers happy. If you have a fairy friend, you're in luck! Don't take them for granted. But also remember to not be too oblivious! Some fairies can be tricksters!

Kistune

You are a Kitsune! Magical, immortal, and absolutely adorable, a Kitsune is a legendary fox, originated in Japan, but inspired by Chinese folktales. Kitsunes are incredibly wise, but can be incredibly dangerous as well. They specialize in the art of illusion and imagination, and can be considered very creative, stunning creatures. I mean, who doesn't love foxes?

Goblin

You are a goblin! Scattered across the most foreboding mountains and deep in the darkest mines, exist some of the most malicious, dangerous, and evil little creatures known to folklore, just waiting for an opportunity to steal your most precious belongings. Goblins aren't exactly what you would call a "human's best friend." They each have their own powers, depending on the type they are, and their abilities are demonic, only meant to do harm instead of benefit. If you got this result, you're either really mean to people and don't realize it, or you're just super boring and weird. Or, maybe, you're a cool person after all and you just made a few mistakes on the quiz! No worries! :)

[yuriko-mukami]

What would happen if Yuriko would loose all of her kistune powers?

(( That's an interesting question. Thank you, Anon.

Yuriko lived 19 years without knowing her Kitsune side. It surfaced when she was about one year old, but her parent hired a blood witch to seal that part of her. So, living as a regular human is familiar to Yuriko. And she doesn't use her powers very often. Fire usually comes out when she is angry or scared. And sometimes, she brings out her fox eyes on purpose. She rarely sneaks into someone's dreams or turns into a fox. But she could live without all that.

But Yuriko would still be devastated if she lost her powers. Not because of the powers but because being a Kitsune grants her way more living years than a regular human has. Yuriko knows that the love of her life is an immortal being, so she would be sad if they only had a human lifetime together.

I can also imagine this bothering Ruki very much, and they both would probably try to find a solution. Either they would try to find a way to get Yuriko's Kitsune side back, or they might even turn her into a Vampire.

Though I can't imagine Yuriko losing her powers for good, since they are in her genes. If someone used blood magic on her again the powers could be sealed. Another option could be a bite from a Vibora because Vibora's venom nullifies Kitsune's skills temporarily. But the powers would be back once the effect of the venom is faded.

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

have you ever thought of kistune if she existed in 2012

I actually do.

I imagine Kit be a mentor for Karai, teaching her and other new recruits the honor of the Foot clan and its rich history and principles. I imagine her goal to keep the Foot strong and continue its legacy...including wiping out their rival Clan.

I can also see her act as a Adviser to Shredder, and making sure he thinks what's best fir the foot, not just himself.

[pompompurin1028]

Beneath a Sunshower 

Summary: Beneath a sunshower, Dazai met you, and having become attached himself to you for years, Dazai grows to be deeply fond of you

Pairing: Kistune! Dazai x reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort (?), AU

Warnings: Implied failed suicide attempt, mentions of desire for death

A/N: Dazai's views on life in this fic is perhaps more similar to PM Dazai, since kistune Dazai is potrayed as such in official arts. Additionally for context of this fic, some facts about kitsune! Most sources I have read, and from my own knowledge of kistune, cutting off all their tails seem to be the way to kill one. I've also read that kistune sometimes attach themselves to households or people, so basically that's what happens in the fic. Also, it seems that there was the belief that a sunshower meant that two kistune are being married, in some regions it seems to be associated with a good omen but in some it seems to be the opposite, for the sake of the fic, it will be the former.

An additional note, this fic is written as a submission for @hanemiso 's dreamscape collab! And to the anon who asked me for a kitsune Dazai fic, I hope you like it!

My Masterlist

The arrival of Spring filled Dazai with a feeling of ambivalence. 

Though some part of him wished for nothing but to bask in the sensation of the warmer weather. To indulge in the feeling of the sunlight hitting his skin, and the fur of his tails when he lies beneath the peach tree, as its pink buds slowly blossom into flowers after the chills of Winter. Yet a feeling of apprehension continued to fill him. Though this feeling of unease did not seem to be discerned from rational origins, Dazai knew that his intuition rarely failed him, and this thought caused the ears that sat on the top of his head to twitch. With this, he could only come to one conclusion: there were human beings approaching his way. 

As a kitsune who has gained the ability to shapeshift into a human centuries ago, and had mingled among its societies, as he began to find familiarity within them, it was only so long before Dazai found himself increasingly repelled by them and their uniquely deceptive natures, or, perhaps the better way to describe his sentiment would be one of disappointment and bewilderment. 

Although, perhaps, it was hypocritical of him to say, since his kind was known for their mischievousness, tricking people with illusions and transfiguration abilities, which caused him to be just as guilty at least in the eyes of unspoken rules of human interactions during his time in the human world. However, what Dazai fails to comprehend is why fair and equal exchanges handled with ambiguous wordings, through which he was involved, are labelled as acts of "trickery" and "robbery" when doing so only allows for both parties to avoid offence to one another and is even seen as polite in his culture. On the other hand, honey-sweetened praise accompanied by fake smiles used to suck up to others, even though the same person may speak badly of them behind their backs, may be seen in the human world as a norm. Is increasing the schism between reality and the imagination really such a cruel deception when masks are already so often at play between humans? Or maybe this “cruelty” he had been designated with is merely a result of being non-human and other, when in fact some human beings seem to be the cruellest of all. 

But even so, he found himself continuing to watch as human beings continue with this same way of life, in their perpetually sordid complications, even as every moment seemed fleeting as the cherry blossoms in April throughout the centuries. From once involving himself among them, filled with curiosity and intrigue, to merely observing from afar as he grew to find, despite the apparent changes that occur, the hollowness which lies beneath it all. 

It was during such a springtime that Dazai found himself wondering if the years that have passed could still be worth living when human society which he had been disillusioned of, and even life itself, had slowly grown so contemptible. At some points, he even began to consider this natural born immortality he had been given, which many of his kind had described to be a gift, as a curse. 

He thought he would only be further convinced of his disenchantment with human beings when he found himself being attacked by a noble and his fellow men this Spring, striking with the intent to kill as revenge for a trick some other kitsune had pulled from what Dazai could gather. Though faced with the threat of death, part of him could not bring himself to care as he taunted the men. So close to giving him what he desires, he was almost tempted to say.  

“How unfortunate,” Dazai mumbled to himself, his ears perked up slightly, as he felt the timely first drops of rain falling from the clear sky against his skin, stinging the wound he had just gathered. He winced almost unnoticeably in response. Shifting to leave the scene after he transformed into his fox form for better agility, Dazai watched slowly as the sunshower began to distort and conceal himself and the wedding ceremony that was happening simultaneously hid him from human sight. 

Yet, as unfortunate as Dazai had stated this situation was, it was exactly under such a circumstance that he had gained the chance of meeting you, gathering herbs beneath the rain in the woods he was so familiar with. Drawn to you in that he failed to recognize your face, he found himself unconsciously pausing to observe you with curious eyes. Not knowing whether your eyes were tricked by the magic of the sunshower which hid the true number of tails, or perhaps you knew exactly what you were getting into when you decided to tend to his injuries. Though judging by how you took in the fact that he was a kitsune, he grew to assume the latter option. Yet either way, knowing that humans of this time rarely approached foxes without ill intent, and having been well aware of the cautionary tales humans weaved regarding dealing with kitsune, the fact that you not only cared for him, dressing his wounds and wrapping him in bandages, but also took him in only served to pique his interest.  

And with your kindness or perhaps foolishness, he decided, for perhaps the last time, to attach himself to a human to repay you for your care for him. His tails swayed at the thought. After all, a kitsune never lets any favour go unrepaid.

Though at first, he had merely decided to accompany you until his curiosity was sated. He has lost affection for them after all. But, he found conversely, the longer he stayed, the more fond he became of you. 

At first, bemused by the amount of kindness you showed him, with little things such as cooking him his favourite meals and made him feel welcome despite him being non-human, which extended the people who in need when they pass by your modest household tucked into the woods, even as he tried, on multiple occasions, to poke holes at the potential façade you were wearing, or to reveal the hidden intention of your actions under the guise of merely being a playful kitsune. But your actions seemed nothing but honest, you never seemed to hold back when he did decide to pull some mischief on you. Perhaps it was the fact that you lived a relatively secluded lifestyle which allowed you to hold tight to your morals and personal values, things which Dazai had little of. But the more he observed your attitude towards life, towards people, the more he wished to understand-- your thoughts, your intentions, your philosophy, though part of him often made him once again question the meaning beneath it all, causing him to poke holes at your thoughts. Yet, his actions were not done with ill intent, but perhaps a more of a child-like curiosity hidden beneath a cruel mask, wishing you could show him an answer that gnawed in his heart: What reason does he have to stay? To live for?

 “If I am being honest, I cannot say, Dazai.” he recalls you speaking gently as he revealed his struggle, with fear and reluctantly but also hope and desperation. “We are the only ones that can answer this question after all. But that doesn’t mean we’re alone in this journey, I want to believe people can inspire one another, or perhaps some meaning lies in doing so?”

Even if there had been any harshness in his way of treating you beforehand, they slowly declined with time as your actions became more endearing to him. Softened by your care, cut by the blade of honesty from your words, but also healed by your benevolence. Dazai, though he would never admit it, felt putty in your hands, and if he wasn't eased by your previous actions, he would crumble even beneath your gentlest touch. But at the same time, you cannot say you were not also wrapped around his fingers, especially when you find yourself missing his presence when he leaves, even if it meant enduring his teasing as he wraps his arms and tails around you from behind, or when you catch yourself from opening up your inner most thoughts to him. The two of you soon found yourselves incapable of letting go of each other.

Several years had passed since that Spring, yet his favorite peach tree continues to bloom its pink flowers, and the sunlight continues to warm him as he passes through the woods. Though the seasons proceed to cycle through without change, like a never ending daytime. But unlike in the past, Dazai was no longer alone. 

Laying you against his soft tails with his arms wrapped around your form as the two of you sat beneath the peach tree. For the first time in a while, Dazai felt at peace. 

His ears perking up at the sound of a drip of water falling against the leaves, Dazai quickly realized what was happening as he observed rain falling once again from the clear sky. At this, a gentle smile tugged at his lips. 

Maybe he could allow himself to believe that this is a sign of good things to come.

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[fischyplier]

dude, I'm not gonna lie about this but..

I keep imagining as some of the iplier egos like Yancy as kistunes

please tell me I'm not the only one..

I would love to see fanart of that! ❤️

[minkmousesworld]

Okay, but have you ever seen those videos where foxes are hunting in the snow and just stick their heads in the snow to catch their prey? Now imagine the puppies doing this and Tanjiro is just ???? what's happening ?? is it some ritual?? While kistune just smiles proud that their babies are growing.

AWWWWW <3333

When your somewhat grown-up, but not yet mature enough pups are scratching at the door after a snowstorm to show you that they need to get out, and Tanjirou with a gentle smile takes them out, purring "it's immediately obvious that these are more foxes," since puppies that are more raccoon dogs are now sleeping due to the natural need for hibernation, which is expressed in a huge amount of sleep.

But when they, instead of running through the snow, following their tail or each other, start listening to something and jump headfirst into random places, looking for something, he feels his natural drowsiness due to winter passes, leaving uncertainty and bewilderment. Is- it it normal that they constantly dive into the snow, and to such an extent that they almost completely fail? What are they looking for? Is there anything he can do to help?

And when he sees your calm and even a little proud smile, watching the puppies something (or someone) they search through the thickness of the snow, he understands that something good is happening. Or something to be proud of. Even if he does not understand at all why they are... hm... 'hiding' in the snow and who they are looking for.

Maybe it's some kind of kitsune thing. Or fox. He doesn't really understand, but it's okay, although he can't help but wag his tail with interest, waiting for you to pay attention to him and tell him what's going on. Or ask you carefully what they do when they dive.

However, when one of the puppies enthusiastically brings something small, more like a wilted, dark flower, Tanjirou understands what they are looking for. And even if it's just a flower so far, he's very proud of them.

Little hunters♡

[link♡]

[flyingfoxwriter]

Whispers, they echoed around; before, deadly silence. The only thing he had been able to feel was coldness, a horrible iciness, gripping all his being. Then, slight pain, added to the one of blood loss. Finally, warmth, intense at first, controlled after.

But that warmth changed. With more whispers he could not recognize, it stopped being familiar and committed.

The ghost had let go of him, leaving him to rest inside the workshop instead.

“I can’t be here when he wakes up.”

Arthur could not hear him, still fainted, but safer inside Lance’s office. The warmth his arms had provided in the night was now given by Mystery’s fur, who rested as weakly behind the blond. Both had sustained deep wounds, and had not yet woken up.

For him, it was a good thing, but not for her.

“You should be here, Lewis.” Their voices echoed, only them capable of distinguishing their hurt tonality and emotion. As she held onto his ghostly arm, they both exchanged a deep look, one they had not been able to share before. “I want you here. I need you.”

His name, it echoed inside the room, a hand stirred.

“You shouldn’t, Vivi. Look around you, at them. I did this. I don’t belong here.” Another stir, as she took a few steps closer while he snarled. “He certainly won’t want me near, he shouldn’t either.”

“First, there was also that scissor maniac. Second, I’ve just remembered you and your death. Lastly… he was looking everywhere for you.”

“So was I. So much, so fervently that I could even lose sight of you, Vivi. I wanted him dead, more than giving you my heart.”

“Do you really think you can become someone he’ll call-“

“Yes. Much more than that; I hunted him down, I will surely be in his nightmares. He was mine, in my fiery grasp, as I-“

“You let me fall.”

Both Lewis and Vivi jolted, hearing that whisper. Slowly, they turned to look back at the far corner; there in the dim light, the big kitsune on the ground, and on him… not a sleeping figure, but a very awake and alert one.

Lewis shuddered, pierced by those two lost distrustful eyes. Arthur was still resting against Mystery’s side, but he had already assumed a tense position. His expression was more confused than furious, but the hurt was there.

Arthur only looked away from the ghost in the shadows to do one thing. He moved his only available hand and reached for his own chest. His disoriented grimace only intensified, when he could not find the hole in his chest, the one he had felt and seen before blacking out. He lost sight of those ghostly eyes in the pain, and now he could not feel them on him anymore as he regained consciousness.

Lewis had averted his gaze. Before Vivi could say anything, he had floated slightly away, his hand grabbing what had been beating on a desk. She had assembled what was left of his locket, the only one daring to reach for it, as she once had tried to do when she first saw him.

And now, as Arthur looked frozen with no understanding of what happened, Lewis tried to leave.

He couldn’t. Vivi did try to get a grasp of his arm as he tried to phase through a wall, but it was another thing that made him halt dead on his tracks.

“Why.”

So many questions, in just one word: Why was he not dead? Why was he? Why had he pursued him, only for him to try to kill him?

There was nowhere to run here. He was cornered, battered, and Vivi would not be of much protection if the ghost really wanted to lunge on him. The intent had been there, fiery and unyielding. Yet… Lewis was not doing anything but look away. Even his ghostly form had shifted, to show his former self, the same sight Arthur had seen before plummeting.

Arthur’s heart was beating impossibly fast; still heartbroken, impossibly lost, wondering if all was just a nightmare, or just another pause in the chase, just thanks to her presence.

It’s down to me to fix it.

Vivi did not miss how Arthur flinched when Lewis moved next. He sunk back into Mystery’s fur when those ghostly eyes fixed on him again. But the fainted Kistune did not offer much solace as the ghost advanced towards him.

“Arthur.”

Right then, there was no doubt he had not dreamed seeing this ghost as Lewis. He was seeing it right now, again. The friend he was desperately looking for was right there, looming over him. Part of him expected him to reach for his collar to yank at him again, perhaps fire to shoot downwards like it did for the tire of his van… and part of him expected the familiarity of his slow crouch, the look he gave him next.

Gone was the skull; eye to eye, Lewis whispered, as Arthur seemed to stop fearing.

“I’ve been dead for a while.” Lewis did something he himself had not expected to do before. With a hesitant glance, he grasped his locket, and let it rest in his hand for Arthur to reach for, this time willingly. “I tried to kill you.”

It was no illusion. Arthur brushed again his chest, now recognizing some scars in the dim light. Then, he looked at that shattered heart, which had seemed to be pieced together. His only hand moved after some seconds of contemplation; Vivi had moved closer, and was now looming behind Lewis, with the most pained look he had ever seen on her face. Her eyes oversaw it all as his hand finally clasped onto the locket, a shiver running down his spine as he brushed Lewis’ fingers.

“You did.” Arthur held again the locket, and once more he opened it. The picture was there, as torn as the pieces, as well glued together. The smiles were still visible however, so contrasting to the grimaces the three now wore. “Do you hate me that much?”

“No. I do not; you surviving that night is not what has made me hurt you.” Arthur truly was struggling to understand, as Lewis now looked nothing like his ghostly self, but like the friend he had always known, just seemingly heartbroken as he spoke. “I can’t hate you, not now, perhaps not ever. I thought I did; but I did not know who my enemy truly was.”

A shake of head, a choked whisper.

“I don’t understand, Lewis.”

“I know.” Lewis looked over his shoulder, afraid. He met her blue eyes, which once had been tinted pink. “No words may help you do so.”

She whispered, slightly hesitant, but sure that the truth was much better than believing Lewis would want him dead just for living, for such a petty reason.

“He should know. If he wants to…”

She understood if Arthur perhaps preferred to move away; she would stay by Lewis instead.

It was the ghost who showed most reluctance; he could see Arthur try to puzzle together all he knew, of that night and this one. But there were too many pieces missing. He believed in an accident, but… he could never imagine a murder mystery. A murder he had not committed, but that he could blame on himself if he ever discovered that he had not slipped and fallen.

“Arthur.” He met his eyes again, even though the locket was pulsing impossibly rapidly in his hand. He warned, his former friend finding himself listening. “I can show you the reason of me becoming what you have seen and are seeing now. However… if I do, I need you to do one thing.”

The blond gulped, noting the deadly serious look in those gleaming eyes.

“W-what?”

“Do not dare blame yourself.”

Those words, they triggered a reaction instantly. Arthur’s face showed a deep grimace, his eyes narrowing suspiciously; but it was not directed to Lewis, but to himself.

“You… fell in that place. You did…” Arthur held his head, seemingly doubting his own words, something screaming inside him. His heart, which had recently felt so cold, seemed to beat with something unlocked, but still blurred. “You did, didn’t you…?”

Arthur shivered, for Lewis raised one hand. It loomed over his eyes, but stayed there, not daring to descend onto them.

“I won’t show you if you don’t promise. I rather be the one you hate the most.”

Instead of himself.

“How can you…” His memory, it was full of flashes of green, something that was slowly seeping, making him recall painfully. It was making him fear much more than Lewis could have ever had. “P-please don’t make me promise.”

All the wariness he had felt was gone. Lewis tried to move away after his words, but he found himself stopped. He shivered when Arthur leaned fast and latched his only hand on his suit, keeping him there as he asked with a haunted gaze.

“Show me.” Lewis leaned slightly away, but that only made Arthur beg. “P-please, Lewis.”

His name was said with familiarity, affection. It was not whispered with shock, incredibility and fear. That made him decide that the truth would allow for a future in which he could mend things, even if slowly and painfully.

Arthur did tremble as he placed his hand onto his eyes, but did not flinch away. Slowly, a violet fire began to spark from it, but he did not cower. The fear was there, but it was not for his ghostly capabilities, but what they would allow him to see.

Vivi knew now those violet hues. However, this time they brought clarity, not blindness. Still she wished she did not know what Arthur would see, and that none of them had to ever know of it. It should have never happened.

As the light grew, Lewis closed his own eyes. He did not have the strength to see them sink into Arthur’s.

For both were now seeing what he saw, all through his former living eyes. The cave, the mist; the sound of a dash, the feel of a hand pushing on his back. The rush of air, the last sight of a sharp smirk from above. A spike, blood. His grieving resentful heart pulsing to give birth to his wraith, a ghost. Then, all that he had seen, just in another perspective. His coffin opening, his chase, Vivi being taken away, the truck, the crash and his last grip on him over ghostly spikes.

Then… the grasp. The cold icy grasp of what had made him dash that night, this time capable of much more thanks to his dying breaths. The lashes, the leers, the murderous intent. Their hold, their hits. Eyes full of malice, but then cowardice. Release… then silence; regretful painful silence. His body safe in their grasp, much more caring that what had made him move.

Those visions, not his own, but so representative of his actions. When they ended, he could still feel the coldness, what had kept him oblivious and blind.

Violet hues fading, his eyes returned to normalcy. For normalcy was now always one of horror, terrible wonder.

Lewis was not surprised to hear Arthur gasp and hold his own head, finally releasing his tight hold. Even Vivi leaned to reach for his shoulder, to keep him from slumping in lightheadedness.

With deep breaths, he was trying to stop seeing blurry, reach some clarity. But clarity was still so terrible, so cold to embrace.

As cold as him.

“Lewis, I-“ A hiss, the sight of his own body dashing forward, overlapped in a cave and right outside this workshop. “I ki-“

He did not let him finish. Arthur huffed, for Lewis lunged indeed. But instead of doing so like he had done before, he did so with a feeling much more pain inducing, more clear and real.

And Arthur… could move away; he could free himself from that hug, so easily. Lewis was holding him tight, close, yet trembling, hesitantly, knowing what he had done himself.

So his only hand moved once more, to return the embrace as Lewis let out a sobbed assuring whisper.

“You didn’t.”

He whispered too, tears much more clear than the black ones falling on him.

“Neither did you.”

An admission, no trace of blame. Vivi sighed, crouching there, able to do nothing but let them feel each other’s presence, let time begin to heal.

They were heartbroken, but hopeful as well.