#stew’s ony

[potofstewie]

Presentin' Cowboy Ony

taggin: @chrollohearttags @honeybleed @junemaru and all you ony lovers

this cowboy had me in a choke hold during my scavenging and thank the lucky stars i listened to him

the middle pic in the first collage>>>

[arolesbianism]

Why must it be 3 am I found a rly good rabbit au Jackie song and I desperately wanna draw smth based on it but if I did that then Id be going to bed at 5 am tonight and Id rather not. You guys should go listen to ofelia by kiltro tho it's pretty good 👍

[m1d-45]

And didnt he have that spicy noodle eating contest with yae miko?

The moment i heard that those spicy noodles might have BEANS in them i got belly cramps from laughing, it was so hilarious.

(oni, which means ARATAKI NUMERO UNO ITTO HIMSELF, are allergic to beans, for those who dont know or forgot)

Knowing the consequences of a mild reaction is HILARIOUS. (Yes, i know if he has a bad one he might die, i myself have allergies so dont @ me, but the thought of itto stuck in the bathroom is fucking COMICAL, just imagine him going; WHY DID I THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA-ah yes, i want a rematch.)

And he loves beetle fighting with ayato-bro! (Kamisato ayato)

-🥘Stew

HE DID DO THAT YOURE RIGHT

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[dreamyvill]

Arine was beyond an all American girl, picture perfect in the most chaotic way she loved every bit of life she could suck into her veins. All she ever wanted was to be better than her mom, for her mom get the good grades she’d been on the honor role since her 10th grade year. Her future was planned to the very tee.

It was dark and loud outside the cicadas or the crickets, maybe even both we just as loud as any spring. The stars bulging their sparkles through the Louisiana sky.

Walking home, to her off campus apartment eyes glued to her phone taking deep breaths in as she laughed and scrolled on TikTok. Before she heard a call.

“Aye, Pretty girl.” The based voice spoke out into the night.

“Pretty girl in the White sweater.” Pausing looking at her clothing before she sucked in a sigh and reached into her purse holding on to her best friend during times like this.

“Yeah?” She responded trying to remain calm and keep the clearly larger man happy. Like she’d learned to do just give them what they want replace later, because the one thing she couldn’t replace was her life.

“Woah there pretty girl I was just trying to give these back to you.” The chocolate man said with his shinning white teeth showing in the night as well as his sliver nose studs that rested in his nose.

Looking down at his big nicely maintained hands holding her AirPod case. Cursing under her breath frantically patting her pockets to find them missing.

“Thank you so much, I lose them all the time.” He smiled at her being so flustered. Licking his lips trying to hide his pearly white smile, he just stared at her pretty plump lips, as she rambled on. Not even listening just paying attention to her features.

He noticed her button nose and her dark brown eyes, and her slight southern accent. She smelled like baby powder and vanilla, her sweet scent made him feel good. He was pulled from her presence when she started walking away.

Thinking fast, body on autopilot he went after her shooting his shot, knowing he’d regret it if he let her walk into the night.

“Yo, excuse me this may be a lil forward but I was wondering if I could take you out?” He asked right hand on the back of his neck, nervous.

“Like a date? Or you just want lil sex? She said with her glossy lips, she knew she was very attractive and so was he but she wasn’t going to ignore the possibility.

She’d gotten her hopes up about dates far too many times just to be met with “Netflix and chill” or being asked what she wanted to do. She didn’t want to be a “guys only want one thing.” Type of girl but this was. Collage, where hook up culture is at its peak.

Much like high school it’s rare to meet a guy as a pretty girl that didn’t wasn’t to smash.

“Who said anything about that, look pretty thow about we go to the fair? No sex required I promise.” He said flashing her a contagious smile that left she dazed for a few seconds.

“Pinky?” She said sticking out her pinky causing him to laugh. Before he returned it.

“Okay my number is 225******* text me so I can save it.”

929********

Ony, this you pretty?

225********

This is Arin, I like your name Ony

“I’ll see you Ony” Arin said bidding him goodbye giving a hug and a little wave before they both went on their way. Again checking for her AirPods deciding to hold them as she went home.

-

“Not to be a negative Nancy but you don’t know this man, Arin he would be a criminal or something.” Arins roommate Alana said.

“Don’t say that you’ll sike me out and then I won’t want to go.” Arin said as she stood over the pot of stew chicken pouring it over rice with a ladle. Before passing it to the next person in the line at the soup kitchen.

“I’m sorry but he could be, but let’s say he’s not do you think you’ll get into a relationship with him?” Alana said handing out big scoops of rice on people’s bowls.

“I don’t know I haven’t really thought about that, right now we’re still strangers so we’ll just have to see.” She said before her phone buzzed.

Ony🫠

Wyd

Pretty🫧

I’m busy at the soup kitchen helping serve can I call you later?

Ony🫠

Of course you can pretty just call

Pretty🫧 loved of course you can pretty just call

“I’m so sorry about that” she said grabbing the ladle going to scoop some of the stew on the women’s plate, whom gives a thank you as the line continues into the day until everyone’s served.

-

Playing summer walkers “girls need love ft drake”

Sitting in your pretty pink bed in your lavishly decorated bedroom, in your off-campus apartment. Big beautiful light pink drapes layered at the base of your sheer white curtains that allowed sunlight in to pass throw the crystal beaded wind chims.

The sun setting as you lie on your bed doing a makeshift spa day, rollers in your hair, bath towel hugging your body, adding the top coat in your freshly polished toes as your phone rang.

Incoming FaceTime call from Ony 🫠

Jumping up to answer the phone frantically looking for your phone in the blankets, clearing your voice trying to calm yourself before you answered the phone.

“Hey pretty” blushing, your belly filling with warmth at his deep voice taking in his appearance. He had one a white wife beater hugging his muscles, and some gray sweatpants that had you salivating.

“Hey Ony, how are you” Your smooth voice birthing that light southern tongue that did nothing to stop the proper-ness in your voice earning a pretty smile from him.

Getting through the nitty gritty of each other’s day, talking about the smaller things.

“Hollon let me try again please how do I say it again?” You said as Ony laughed at you being unable to pronounce his name.

“On-yan-kopon” he said slowly and then you tired to repeat failing miserably making Ony burst out laughing.

“S’not funny Ony!” You said trying to keep the smile off of your face before joining his laughter. Letting the conversation drift off not paying attention to what he was saying just focusing on his face.

“Whatchu’ looking at pretty?” He said staring back into his eyes. Dazed she gave a Kurt smile before saying.

“You”

“Yea? You looking at me?” He repeated and she nodded “you can look at me all you want Friday at the fair?” He told her making her eyebrow raise.

“Excuse me sir, did you just ask me on a date?” She stated having him nod slightly confused. “No you didn’t ask me anything your going to have to make it a complete sentence” she demanded pulling another laugh from him.

“Will you go on a date to the fair with me Friday at 6pm Arin?” He finished, a smile slowly found its way to her face as she tapped her chin feigning thought.

“Of course” she said happily both smiling and cheering they talked for the rest of the night.

Not really proofread also sorry for the POV jumping I wrote it as I thought about it so apologies for that.

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For a Time Such As This — Onyankopon x fem!reader

dk how i feel about this but i reallllly wanted to show the true dawg some love so please enjoy 🥺🫶🏾 !!

content: v fluffy and domestic, soft, drug use, weed mention, smut, m!pen, mating press, pillowtalk, failed proposal trope

As you shuffle through the door, the relief of finally being home washed over you. The aroma of cooking food whafts through your nose and you’re suddenly reminded that your last meal was at lunch.

Shucking off your shoes, you call out the supposed cooker, almost on autopilot.

“Ony?”

No answer.

You take off your jacket and place your bag on the short cupboard in the entrance before trying a more sweeter approach.

“Yanyans?”

There was definitely cluttering noises coming from within the kitchen so you know he was around. Although you had to suspect whether he was ignoring you on purpose or simply unable to hear you.

With a frown, you push your way through the house before opening the door to the kitchen and stepping in.

“Onyankopon!”

“Babe?”

The man turned to look at you with no ill intention but the smile on his face indicated he was smiling or laughing at something before hand. Besides him, you realise he was watching a show on his phone that was propped up onto a stand.

Shaking your head in disbelief, you confront him.

“You don’t hear me calling you?”

“What, just now?” He glances your direction before focusing back onto the food.

“Back when I came in. I was calling you and everything.”

You start to walk further into the kitchen to inspect what he was making. As you look over his naked shoulder, you notice he’s just poured a blended vegetable mix into the stew.

Automatically Onyankopon wraps an arm around your waist as he uses his other hand to stir the simmering food. He lightly shakes his head before he’s planting a clean kiss to your temple.

“Oh, no. I didn’t hear you then. Sorry, shawty.”

With your mood instantly softened you pout at the man’s words. You were no longer mad but you definitely weren’t pleased with the petname he used.

“I told you to stop calling me thaaaat.” You whine. “You make me sound like I’m a side piece or something.”

Onyankopon’s attitude is calm as he focuses his eye on the food. He stirs the spoon a few times before answering you although his attention is undivided.

“Baby, you know that’s not true and you know I don’t mean it like that either.”

The top of your head brushes against his cheek as you lay your head onto his bare shoulder. With a pout, your hand comes up to idly play at the golden dangle chain that hangs around his neck and sits just above his heart. It has your initials on it.

“Yeah but that’s what you and your lil friends used to call me back when you were all tryna distract me from focusing on my books.”

You let the chain drop back onto the man’s bare chest as you briefly reminisce about the days prior to you and Onyankopon dating.

Despite what most people experience, the last year of university for you was a fun time.

Although hearing you reference back to his unrulier days, Onyankopon makes a low hum of a sound. Laying the stirring spoon onto a rest and then turning the heat down, your boyfriend now has free hands to hold your waist with.

“Listen. When I put a rock on those pretty fingers you still gon’ be my shawty. When you take my last name at that altar, you stiiill gonna be my shawty. When you have kids running round your legs that look like a mash of the both of us, you still gon’ be my shawty, nothing gon’ change that.”

Licking his lips, the man has a smooth expression on his face as he looks down over you.

You on the other hand have a frown on your face but it’s inevitably weak because the smirk that’s welling up is a much more prominent expression. Ducking your head, you could feel the back of your neck and chest heat up.

“Wha’ you mean ‘when you put a rock’? What, you thinking of proposing?”

Onyankopon’s hands knead at your hips and suddenly his voice is much more lower and intimate.

“You want me to?”

“Well, yeah eventually.” You say with a shrug but as soon as you do, Onyankopon’s kneeling down with a mischievous expression.

“Want me to propose now?”

With a wild laugh, you’re shaking your head — already trying to pull the man back up straight.

“Ony, No! Stop, get up!”

“But you wanted me to propose so I’m getting on my knees, no?”

Onyankopons laughing with you but you can see that he’s trying his best to be serious. But right now wasn’t a time for being surprised with a fake proposal. This was something you actually wanted him to do in real and good steed.

With a pout, you continue to pull the man upwards.

“No! Stop it, you’re scaring me. If you propose now, I’ll break up with you.”

Onyankopon hears the seriousness in your voice and instantly decides against upsetting you any further.

“Okay, okay! I’m up.” The residues of laughter is still on his lips but there’s a slight alter in the air.

You realise the power move you played in threatening to leave him was a shitty thing to say but you genuinely felt that was the only way to have stopped him. With your eyes cast to the bubbling food, you apologise.

“I’m sorry, that was wrong of me. I shouldn’t have said that.”

As understanding as ever, Onyankopons shaking his head. The smile on his face is still present as his arms curl around you to bring you in for a close embrace.

“No, you’re fine, boo.”

Burying your head into Onyankopon’s bare chest is far easier than looking at him and you wonder if that makes you a bad person for thinking so.

As he reaches over to pick up the spoon, your boyfriend holds you in one arm before stirring the pot with the other.

“So it’s a no to proposing?” He says in a tone that reads like its a question but instead sounds like a statement.

And you knew it was coming because Onyankopon’s never one to leave an idea or concept half baked. You keep your head against his chest as you answer him because you’d rather he take your words for what they are than for what your face did.

“Not a no, just…make sure you plan it. I don’t want you doing no will-you-marry-me-but-I-have-no-ring-yet bullshit.” you mumble.

“Ah, I hear you.”

Onyankopon laughs off your comment with an understanding nod but he’s so scared that you can feel his heart rate increase.

Because he agrees, proposing to you with no ring would be a rookie move. Especially since it shows a lack of thinking through which was entirely not his style and neither his thing. But if Onyankopon did propose to you then and there, he would have a ring ready to offer you because he could feel it heavily weigh against his trouser pocket.

“I noticed her hands still bare.”

The statement comes to Onyankopon from Jean as the two sit outside on the terrace of Sasha and Niccolos yard. They were in the midst of rotating a blunt between them, but then Connie joined and somehow made the spliff too soggy to share and so the both of them were sitting on mild buzz rather than a high.

Shrugging, Onyankopon takes a swig from the bottle of malted drink within his hand.

“It is what it is.” He muses but the words make Jean lean out from his chair.

“What, she say no?”

“No, I just didn’t do it.”

Jean’s eyes are now wider than before as he gives the man a sideways look.

“You backed out?”

“Nah, man. It’s not like that. It just wasn’t the right moment.” Onyankopon ran a hand down his face. “I dunno I messed up the timing or some shit. It’s harder than it looks.”

Jean lets out a low whistle as he sits back into his seat. It may have not been him in the situation but he could sympathise the man’s dilemma. His eyes draw onwards through the glass of the balcony door of the living room that allows him to look on at the gathering of his close friends.

His eyes are disassociated but he still asks Onyankopon the next question.

“You think she’s opposed to the idea?”

Onyankopon makes a sound of disagreement before he properly answers.

“She wants to get married but she made an off comment talking ‘bout making sure I plan shit. I guess I’m just overthinking how she’d want to be proposed to because that moment was planned.”

“Maybe she wants an audience?”

Your boyfriend shrugged.

“I dunno. She’s not really an audience typa person but you never know.”

Nodding towards the inside, Jean offers an alternative.

“Well, what better time than now? You’re surrounded by people you both admire and I’m sure everyones just itching for something live to happen.”

Onyankopon considers Jean’s words but he’s not yet sold. He may not know exactly how you want to be proposed to but he knows you weren’t an attention seeker in that sense. He takes another drink of his bottle before laying it on the table besides him.

Why did this have to be so hard?

Seeing as he was contemplatively quiet, Jean probes again.

“You might as well go find her in there and do it. You got it on you, right?”

“Got what on you?”

Both men turn towards you who seemed to have suddenly come outside from in. Onyankopon is glad to see you but he almost jumps out from his skin in shock.

“Babe!”

With a sweet smile you close the door behind you before coming to sit on top of your boyfriend’s lap. Like clockwork, one of his arms are wrapping round your waist but he was anything but calm as he could feel his heart beat up his throat.

“Hey Jean!”

You politely acknowledge and the man nods at you in reply before leaning back with both of his hands wrapped around each other and his lips folded. You wrap your own arm around Onyankopon’s neck before speaking down at him.

“What were the two of you talking ‘bout? Anything juicy?”

Onyankopon looks up at you tentatively before he’s glancing over at Jean but then Jeans looking just as googly eyed as he makes small nods of affirmation back in Onyankopon’s direction.

You notice the exchange and only lightly laugh at the awkward notion between them before your attentions drawn back to your boyfriend who’s softly grappling at your waist.

“You know I really love you, right?” He says up at you and you nod with a smile.

“Yeaaah?”

Onyankopon slightly gulps before he glances towards Jean who’s lifting his hips up to retrieve his phone from his pocket. Your boyfriend then looks up at you again and he can sense his heart welling with emotions.

“And that I really do wanna spend forever with you. Like, the rest-of-my-days type forever.”

“Ony, what’s going on? What is this?” You try and ask but the man continues going, his grip on you tighter.

“And I’m guessing you feel the same because despite everything, you’ve stuck by me and always wanted to better our lives together and you know I have mad respect for that shit.”

“I— yes, of course but—“

“Babe, just let me finish.”

Onyankopon’s softly laughing but his eyes seem glassy as his spare hand pats the right side of his trousers. With an unsure glance, you watch as the man pats around into his pockets.

“This reason I’m asking alladis is because—“

“Ahhhh!”

A curdling scream comes from inside the house and halts everything that was going on. Even with the doors closed it’s heard and instantly you get up from Onyankopon’s lap to inspect it.

“What’s happening, what’s happening?” You say as you open the door.

As her back was to you, Hitch turns round to face you with a giddy expression. In her hand was a small black and white squared sonogram.

“Sashas pregnant!”

Both Jean and Onyankopon lurch forwards in their seats at the news.

“Oh, shit!”

With a squeal of your own, you rush inside to go and congratulate the expecting couple.

An air of relief leaves Onyankopon’s mouth but he’s still as equally as excited. If anything, he welcomes the distraction, seeing as if he didn’t, it’d just be the weighing of another failed proposal on his mind.

The soft panting of love sounds within the room as your boyfriend tenderly surges himself in and out of you.

“Shit, Ony…” You moan with a squeeze, seeing as your body was folded in half and your anklet was dangling by your ears.

The man continues surging forwards, his face screwed into a fix of concentration as he focuses on the frothy white rings that sit at the base of his dick.

“I love you so much.”

He says with a grunt and he plants a fumbled yet chaste kiss to your lips.

Onyankopon was hitting all the right places but it was as if no moans could be enough to express how whole you felt with him filling you up. All you could seek to do was cover your eyes with your arm, your ajar mouth pressing out throaty sounds in conjunction with Onyankopon’s thrusts.

But your boyfriend wasn’t appeased with you hiding your face from him. If anything he loved watching you up close, deep into your soul as he brought you to your pinnacle.

It’s because of you why he believes soul ties are real because he’s certain no matter the quality of any other pussy, none could beat yours.

“Look a’me.”

He says with a grumble, and you only reply with a defiant whine.

Onyankopon continues powerhousing himself in and out of you as he takes your arm by the wrist and gently pulls it away.

“I wanna…see you.”

Reluctantly you let him have his way but upon revealing yourself to him, Onyankopon keens forwards. He tries his best, concerning he’s still fucking you vigorously but your boyfriend chastely kisses the tears that have stained your cheeks.

His chest pangs at the thought that you’d try to hide your venerability away from him.

“You okay?” He pants whilst his forehead taps yours.

You nod, albeit you let out a winded moan and instead let your head fall against the pillow.

“S’too big.”

Onyankopon breathily grins at the sideways compliment but there’s suddenly a certain boldness in him that wells up from deep inside. As his strokes become more fierce, the man feels the urge to pour out the subtleties of his heart.

“I can’t wait to marry you.”

He says into your eyes as he hovers over you and for once, you keep his gaze. However, in only suspecting his words as sex talk, you don’t take it to heed.

“Can’t wait for you to officially be mine. Me yours. Make you my Ride or Die.” He moans.

Onyankopon’s strokes become more prominent and your arms are guiding around his neck. You pull him in closer so that you could sloppily kiss his lips and you swear there and then that you could feel something different switch in him.

“L’ve you too, yans.” You say against him, but from his gaze you can see he means what he speaks.

Onyankopon is staring at you so vividly, a look you’ve never seen him posses before and his next words instantly make so much sense.

“M-marry me, shawty.”

He mumbles and despite the cheesiness of it all, you can’t help but find yourself nodding.

“You meant what you said back then?”

Your voice was small, almost too small to hear.

But you know Onyankopon heard it regarding he slightly stiffened from beneath you as you lay on top of his chest. He contemplated playing dumb but he was too tired of going round in the endless circles.

“About asking you to marry me?” He clarifies.

“Mm.”

“Yeah. Hunnid percent.”

The TV was on, some show about super strong men doing extreme sports but it wasn’t entertaining you right now. As far as you were concerned, your boyfriend has asked for your hand in marriage and had now reconfirmed his words post-sex. Believe it or not, this was far more important.

With raised eyebrows, you look him up and down.

“Really? With no ring, Ony?”

The man makes a small ‘ah’ noise before leaning over and opening his second to last bedside drawer. His hand shuffles around the drawer space but soon enough, he pulls out the velvet box hes been carrying with him.

You sit up with a gasp as the man shows you the slim gleaming ring. Even whilst proposing to you, lying down buttnaked underneath the bed covers, he still found a way to seem so calm.

“I wanted to do it super cool but...I’m sorry. I know I should have planned it and everything — and at one point I did! — but shit hadn’t gone right and…yeah, I just couldn’t hold it in, I had to ask you then.”

Taking the box with a face of bewilderment, your jaw hangs. You inspect the jewellery in all it’s worth.

“No way…when d’you get this?”

Onyankopon lays his hands behind his head as he looks up at you with adoration.

“Had it for ages. Been planning it for way longer.”

You hold the ring towards the light coming from the TV and watch it twinkle. An overwhelming feeling takes over you and with a pout, you look over at the man.

“Ony…” You look like you’re about to cry and the man can only lowly chuckle. His hand however comes to endearingly rub at your side.

“Ay, don’t get all sappy on me now.”

“I’m not.”

You say, as a sniff leaves your nose and you hand the ring back to the man. The man gives you a slightly concerned look, thinking you’re denying his advances but you’re quick to reiterate you’re reasoning.

“Put it on for me.” Your words are mumbled as you offer the man your hand.

Onyankopon is quick to remove the silver band from the hold of the box to then slowly slide it onto your finger. His eyes are in deep concentration as he holds his breath, hoping it’ll fit but alas, the ring is a perfect size and it snuggly sits at the base of your index.

Once the rings on, you let out a happy sniff as your eyes admire the jewellery. The man runs a thumb over your knuckles as he stares at you lovingly.

“You like it, shawty?”

Despite your previous unfondness of the petname, you can’t help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over you at the use of it. This moment had been a long time coming and despite not thinking it’d ever look like this, you’re content with how it panned out.

“I love it.” You muse as you twinkle your fingers within the palm of your fiancé’s hand.

Onyankopon whispers ‘and I love you’ before before lightly pressing his lips against your hand and the sparkling ring.

You couldn’t help but agree more.

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Of Oni and Foxfire: A Mischievous Rescue

Synopsis: When the ever-troublesome Arataki Itto lands himself in jail yet again, you—a playful and sharp-tongued kitsune—toy with the idea of bailing him out. Torn between teasing the boisterous oni and letting him stew in his predicament, you pay him a visit, playfully testing his patience before deciding whether to intervene. In true Itto fashion, chaos and charm ensue as he tries to win you over, making for an amusing encounter neither of you will soon forget.

It was a warm afternoon in Inazuma, and the subtle hum of activity from the city streets rose to meet the quiet sanctuary where you, a kitsune with centuries of wisdom and a playful glint in your eyes, found yourself. Much like Yae Miko, you reveled in the intricacies of life—both the serious and the absurd, leaning more toward the latter when it came to certain people. Today, that person was none other than Arataki Itto, the infamous leader of the Arataki Gang, who had managed to find himself imprisoned. Again.

Your ears twitched with amusement as the news reached your shrine. It was hardly surprising, but that didn’t stop the mischievous grin from spreading across your face.

"Ah, Itto," you murmured to yourself, stretching leisurely as you rose from your comfortable seat. "What sort of trouble have you gotten into this time?"

Itto had always been... well, Itto. Boisterous, carefree, and utterly charming in his own bumbling way, despite his frequent run-ins with the law. His adventures, or misadventures, seemed to find him behind bars more often than not, yet somehow, he always managed to win over those who dared to cross him with his childlike innocence and over-the-top bravado.

You contemplated the situation for a moment. Should you let him stew in his latest predicament? It wasn’t as if this was the first time. No, this was just another chapter in the ongoing saga of Arataki Itto versus common sense. But then again, the idea of visiting him—perhaps teasing him a little while he was at his most vulnerable—was far too tempting to resist.

"I suppose I could spare some time to see him," you decided, your voice laced with playful intent. "After all, I wouldn’t want poor Itto to think I don’t care."

With a flick of your tail, you began the short journey to the jail, your fox-like instincts already conjuring the various ways you could toy with him. It was a game, after all, and Itto was just too fun not to play with.

---

The Inazuma City jail was a modest building tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, though its notoriety was undeniable. As you approached, the guards outside gave you wary looks, fully aware of who you were. Your presence carried weight, not just because of your status as a kitsune, but because your personality mirrored that of Yae Miko—always one to create ripples where things might otherwise have been calm.

"Here to see Itto again?" one of the guards asked, trying to mask his nervousness.

"Of course," you replied with a coy smile, your tone sweet but with an edge. "I heard he’s gotten himself in trouble. Again."

The guard sighed, gesturing for you to enter. "He’s in the usual cell."

You glided into the building, your steps light and deliberate. The moment you stepped inside, you could hear Itto’s unmistakable voice echoing through the corridors, regaling his fellow inmates with what sounded like an exaggerated account of his latest escapade.

"And then—bam! I took down that Oni Kabuto with one swift punch! You should’ve seen it, guys. It was legendary!"

You suppressed a laugh, shaking your head at the grandiose tale. As much as Itto's stories were always larger than life, they were also part of his charm.

As you approached his cell, you saw him lounging against the bars, his crimson horns peeking out from his wild hair, a confident grin plastered across his face as he recounted his adventure. He hadn’t noticed you yet.

"Arataki Itto," you called, your voice dripping with amusement.

His eyes snapped toward you, widening in surprise before that signature grin of his grew even wider. "Hey! [Name]! What are you doing here? Come to bask in the glory of the one and only Arataki Itto?"

You let out a soft chuckle, resting a hand on your hip as you gave him a teasing look. "Bask in the glory, you say? All I see is a reckless oni who’s found himself behind bars once more."

Itto scratched the back of his head sheepishly, though his grin didn’t falter. "Aw, come on, it’s not like I meant to get caught. It’s all a misunderstanding, really."

"A misunderstanding?" you echoed, arching an eyebrow. "Care to explain, or should I take a guess?"

He puffed out his chest, ready to launch into another over-the-top explanation, but you held up a hand, silencing him before he could begin.

"On second thought, I think I know exactly how this went down. You, in all your infinite wisdom, probably challenged the wrong person to a duel or perhaps engaged in another one of your ridiculous beetle fights. Am I getting warmer?"

Itto deflated slightly but gave a hearty laugh. "Okay, okay, maybe there was a little beetle fighting involved... But it was for a good cause! I had to defend the honor of the Arataki Gang!"

You smirked, leaning casually against the bars of his cell. "Defend the honor of your gang? And now here you are, their leader, locked up while they’re free to do whatever they please. Some leader you are."

His expression turned serious for a brief moment, his brows furrowing. "Hey, I’m still the boss, even if I’m behind these bars. They know what to do, and they’ve got my back."

You tilted your head slightly, considering him for a moment. Despite his usual bravado and carefree nature, Itto truly cared about his gang and the people in his life. It was one of his more endearing qualities, even if he never quite managed to stay out of trouble for long.

"You really are hopeless," you said with a sigh, though there was no malice in your tone. You were enjoying this far too much to be genuinely annoyed. "I wonder... Should I even bother bailing you out this time?"

His eyes widened, and for the first time since you arrived, he looked genuinely concerned. "Wait—bail me out? You’d do that?"

You leaned in closer to the bars, your voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper. "I could... but where’s the fun in that? Maybe I’ll leave you here a little longer. Let you reflect on your poor life choices."

Itto reached out through the bars, his large hands grasping at the air as if trying to catch you. "Aw, come on, [Name]! Don’t be like that! I promise I’ll make it up to you! Just let me out, and I’ll... I’ll take you on the greatest adventure you’ve ever had!"

You laughed softly, enjoying the sight of him trying so hard to win you over. He really was like a big, overgrown child sometimes, and that only made teasing him all the more fun.

"And what makes you think I’d be interested in one of your so-called adventures?" you asked, your eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Because it’s me!" he replied, his grin returning full force. "And with Arataki Itto, you know it’s never boring!"

You pretended to think it over, tapping your chin thoughtfully. "Hmm... I suppose you do have a point. But you’ve still yet to convince me. What’s in it for me if I let you out?"

Itto’s brow furrowed as he tried to come up with an answer, his mind clearly racing. After a moment, he straightened up, looking at you with determination in his eyes. "Okay, okay, how about this: I’ll owe you one. A big one. Anything you want. You name it, and it’s yours."

You chuckled, finding his offer both amusing and intriguing. "Anything, you say?"

"Anything," he confirmed, his tone resolute.

You let the silence hang in the air for a few moments, watching as Itto squirmed under your gaze. Then, with a sigh, you finally relented.

"Very well," you said, stepping away from the bars. "I’ll bail you out. But remember, you owe me."

Itto’s face lit up with joy, and he practically bounced on his feet. "You’re the best, [Name]! I knew you’d come through!"

As you turned to leave, you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself. Itto was an endless source of entertainment, and despite his many faults, you couldn’t deny that there was something endearing about him. He might have been reckless and a little dim-witted at times, but his heart was in the right place.

And perhaps, just perhaps, you enjoyed his company more than you cared to admit.

As the guards unlocked his cell, Itto bounded out with a victorious laugh, clapping you on the back with far more force than necessary. "I knew I could count on you! Now let’s get out of here and have ourselves an adventure!"

You shook your head, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you followed him out of the jail. Life with Arataki Itto was never dull, and though you’d never admit it to him, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Masterlist

[mellifiedberries]

I've been stewing on the oni for a hot minute, and I realized something.

So, the art of the silent fist is a fighting technique that teaches the user to avoid attacks to wear down/frustrate their opponent, right? and it was shown by the Lloyd vs. Emperor Garmadon fight that oni power (originally) came from fighting.

But, the thing I noticed what the fact that even though Garmadon was attacking, his powers were still wearing down, so oni magic originally didn't come from attacking, but from people fighting the user. So, theoretically, the art of the silent fist may be the strongest oni fighting technique, because it simultaneously weakens the opponent, and provides an oni with more power from being attacked.

[dreamerkitty]

This has been stewing in the pot for a while because well... I couldn't quite be bothered to type all the descriptions... soooo... just have it without and if there are any questions for a segment, I'll answer it!

I'll put the text here too if anyone has trouble reading it

Sky:

Lord Enma's real identity Phone games Anime complaints Libertynyan and Mimikin Tunnel jumpscare Noko bowtie, Komasan purse Busters Blasters Sailor Cuties - Sailor Moon Robonyan is gay Whismellowman Movie -> season 2 Terminator Alien YG Star Wars Useless Yokai The chase Alternate world Katie Cannibalism Trans Arachnia Komami was a publicity stunt Some Original and Shadowside Yokai are different Western manga FF - Yokai Watch - Shadowside - Y Gakuen

Tip:

Translate YW4 they said... QR codes are bad! Popular Fukurou Gracie Superhero Yokai Amy -> Jinpei Death Note Goku Enmas Noruka Soruka Wib Wob 2 variants Fatphobia Yokai can reproduce Alternate world Enmas Punipuni Yokai humans Anime exclusive Yokai English anniversary tweet Just Dance # saveyokaiwatch Game and anime lore are different Pokemon animal experiment Yokai Bustlin' School Life trailer YG season 3 Trans Lily mistake Shadowside was cut short Attempted suicides Kouen, Gouen, Shien Horn-less Oni Wakuwaku Nyanderful Days Yokai Watch + Inazuma 11 + Professor Layton Lucas is Shien

Shallows:

Robonyan meets Arnold Bustlin' School Life Kumako Venoct's age Rockin' Rachel YW4 cut content Scrapped Yokai What is Mary Uula is dead Mary's dad Hazy Lane & Omori M Yokai Azure Dragon YW! Ranto, Chiaki, Mataro Yokai SS Seiryuu exclusion Whisper isn't a ghost Manga Komasaburo YG season 2 movie Movie 2 dub Shadowside dub Anime cupistol Fiona can see Yokai Muzzle-less Komajiro Shadowside in YW!, Nate in Y Gakuen YG manga reset Non-binary Chiaki Shadowside seasons Hino has an ego Touma is autistic Busters 2 spanish translation Y School Heroes in English

Depths:

Genjuu Fudou Myouou & Ashura SEGA lawsuit YW2 anal Suicide tree Dick nickname Lost media YG has a lot wrong with it... Traced contest submission

SUPER DEPTHS!!!!

AI!!!!! Indy Jaws google images (DO NOT RESEARCH!!!!)

(these last two are jokes...)

[cocosummer]

sum: you've gotten yourself hauled into a tenryou comission holding cell with itto. and after an unsuccessful tussle with the tenryou guards, all you wanna do is sleep. or fuck. thankfully, best oni bf is willing to help with that<3

pairing: itto x gn!afab!reader

cws: established relationship, use of nicknames for reader (babe, baby), fingering, exhibitionism, porn with very little plot

>> minors/ageless blogs pls dni! <<

You held your back, letting out a quiet whine as you stretched. Your shoulders cracked and you felt a little relief, but there was still some soreness from battle that could only be solved by winding down for the night. “Tiredd,” you moped, and you heard an equally beat sigh from where Itto had sprawled himself over a bench a few paces away and leaned his head into the holding cell wall. “Yeah. I hear ya.”

Even after being hauled in by the Tenryou commission (again) and getting his favorite gang member caught along with him in the process, Itto takes losses in his stride. He’s never down for the count for long. Eventually he started up, and patted his lap.

“C’mere babe,” He blinked crimson puppy eyes up at you, and the ends of his long fangs framed the corners of his wide, contagious smile. You turned to ease into him, nodding an ok. Feeling his large hands guide you into his lap, smooth down your hips, and furl around the base of your stomach. You felt him nuzzle his chin into the crest of your head, his chest heaving with a content sigh as soon as you were in his arms. The strong musk of his sweat enveloping you oddly comforting.

One of his hands slipped free to rub at your thigh in a soothing motion. Back and forth. And something about the casual touch awakened the woefully needy part of you, that often reared its head when you were really sleepy. You cleared your throat, fidgeting over your boyfriend’s lap.

“You ok babe?” When you turned around, there was an Itto blinking down at you with a worried pout.

“No! Yeah, I just. My brain kinda melds the feelings 'tired' and 'horny' together sometimes so. When you touched me it.. gave me butterflies”

“Ohh.” Itto paused to lift his mitts from your person for a moment and assess both you and his hand carefully. Meanwhile, a silence stewed in your corner of holding. Between that and the warmth rising in your cheeks, you felt the need to say something.

“It’s not a big deal, it’ll probably go away pretty quickly once I go to sleep-“

“Ohhh, oh. Ok.” You felt Itto nodding as he settled back down; he let himself rest his arms on your lap again, and his muscles felt a lot less tense behind you. Though you could hear a recognition steeping in his voice. And perhaps, you thought, a little bit of deviousness, as he let his long nails trace circles into the side of your thigh. It could’ve been taken as an absent-minded thing, if not for the practiced lightness of his stroking, and the repetition of the motion. Back and forth. As if he kind of.. wanted you to react again.

“Did you want me to do that uh, thing y’ like, babe? Y’know..” as he trailed off, his large hand wandered lower from the crease of your thigh, down to your crotch. And he gave you an inquisitive squeeze. “..this..?”

Your eyes widen at his grasp, and you choke on your breath trying to answer, “T- There are guards standing outside, aren’t there? What if they’ve already heard this much-“

‘Aww, babe-‘ The oni lowered himself enough to buck his head into yours, an affectionate attempt to nuzzle your cheek; the length of one of his red horns smoothed against the top side of your head.  “It’s alright, I know you want some o’ this? And the guards probably already know we're together; but, they don’t have to know the whole shebang if we’re quiet about it, right?”

“C’monn. Let this one n oni take good care of you, huh?”

God, he was cute.

At your ‘ok,’ he all too eagerly slipped a hand past the hem of your pants and pushed it under the curve of your ass cheeks, massaging at your sex. His fingertips pinching and squeezing fervently, rubbing circles into the thin fabric that guised your most sensitive point.

You arched your back, shuddering, “Itto-” You squirmed over the bulk of his hand, your thighs subconsciously squeezing shut and walls clenching.

You felt yourself starting to leak; if you weren’t wearing underwear, his fingers would already be drenched with your slick.

And maybe he’d been so lost in the sauce that he completely missed your wearing underwear and forgot about the whole ‘being quiet’ thing; or maybe this was all an intentional ploy to make you even more flustered.

But when he ripped (yes literally, ripped) the remainder of your clothes from your lower body to really get at your hole, you knew you were in for it. With the sharp sound of fabric tearing and the sight of you seated ass naked on Itto’s lap clearly visible through the cell bars, it was a blessing from the archons that no one seemed to be monitoring your cell at the moment.

And anyway, you weren’t really in a place to question Itto.

He slipped two thick fingers into your sopping entrance, stretching you out, and you practically short circuited; your body couldn’t decide whether you were choking out a gasp or high-pitch moaning. You slapped a hand over your mouth and shifted your weight anxiously.

But oh, the drag of his veiny fingers against the rim of your hole, the feel of the pointed ends of his nails pumping in and out of your spongy interior- You pressed your head back into his warm torso, curling your other hand behind you and reaching into his fluffy white mane, grasping a long tuft close to you. Doing anything to keep your vocals to a minimum.

If only you were face to face with your Itto; this boy was staring down his nose, enamored with your feverish squeaks and squirming, a bit of his pink tongue visible through his slightly parted jaws, pressed against the backs of his teeth.

He wasn’t even aware he was making a face; it was just, you were so dang cute. Beetle fights and gang tussles with the Tenryou were fun and all, but playing with you had quickly become his favorite thing to do.

“Feels good?” Itto had started bobbing his knee, the bulge of his cock standing up between your legs.. only adding to your stimulation. It’d gotten to the point where you could only whimper incoherently, digging your fingers into the sculpt of his toned thighs.

You realized you’d been nodding your head in response for far too long, and he chuckled at the way you closed your slacked jaw in your moment of clarity. “Hehehe. You’re so cute, babe.” Itto leaned in to press his lips to your cheek, and you felt his other hand rub supportively at your shoulder.

“I’m probably doin too good, huh.” He grinned, the warm breath of his ‘whispering’ stirring just inches from your ear. “Lucky you, you got yourself a boyfriend who’s good at e-very-thing!”

“Itto-“ you managed a little before the rest of your words were caught in a whine; before it felt a warm coil finally unraveled in your stomach, and you spurted cum through his fingers, down his thighs.

You gasped, leaning your head back into his chest, where he looked at you. Your cheeks flush, your face glistening with a sheen of sweat. Breathing heavily from his efforts. Saying some of the most beautiful words, “I want.. more of you..”

A throaty rumble that sounded something like a purr erupted from the oni’s throat. “Baby,” he swept you off his lap and into his arms in an instant, and it probably would’ve been scary just how soundlessly and swiftly he’d done it if you were one of the enemies he’d been facing today. If you weren’t being given the most darling, lovesick puppy look, a pink twinge to his cheeks, with him practically biting at the bit to cum inside you. “I thought you'd never ask~”

[jujumin-translates]

Sakuya Sakuma | [SSR] An Oni Protecting The People | Spirit・Snow Demon - Part 3

Izumi: (He asked me to come backstage, but…)

Sakuya: Ah, Director!

Izumi: It’s almost time for you to start getting ready, isn’t it?

Sakuya: It is. But I had something I wanted to tell you in person first…

Sakuya: Um, thank you for going to the test of courage with me.

Sakuya: I wanted to tell you now because I thought it was a great experience, even more so than rehearsals were. Please look forward to the performance!

Izumi: Sakuya-kun… Yeah, I’ll be waiting for your part to come up.

Sakuya: Yeah!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: (They said it’s supposed to be a long performance, and the amount of work that went into it was incredible. But it’s all going by so fast with the first and second parts really drawing me in…)

Izumi: (Part three is where everyone comes in. The setting shifts to the north on a day with heavy snowfall--.)

Kannagi: (Great snow demons, please… please protect us from the yotsume.”

People of the Village: “Great snow demons, please help us.”

Setsuna: “--Scatter, yotsume. This is land under my divine protection.”

*Wind blows*

Yostume: “GYAAH…!”

Village Person A: “! Look, the yotsume are retreating!”

Village Person B: “The great snow demons protected us…!”

Setsuna: “...”

Izumi: (Peace returns and the people embrace each other in relief. However, Setsuna, the snow demon, is unable to touch the warmth, and is left feeling isolated and lonely.)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: (Then a few years later--.)

Child A: “Is there really such thing as the great spirits?”

Kannagi: “Yes. This village is protected by the great snow demons.”

Child A: “Are they onis? That’s scary~.”

Kannagi: “They may have the forms of onis, but they’re not scary. The great snow demons are very kind spirits.”

Child A: “...Have you seen them before?”

Kannagi: “No. But according to the legends… they’re very kind-hearted spirits.”

Setsuna: “...”

Village Person A: “Oh, Setsuna, great timing. It looks like my wife made some stew for you. So come by later if you want.”

Setsuna: “Wah, thank you so much as always! I’ll come by later when I’m done with my errands.”

Village Person B: “Are you headed somewhere?”

Setsuna: “I heard that one of the elders outside of the village had injured his hip and can’t move, so I thought I’d go and check on him.”

Village Person B: “You’re so kind, Setsuna.”

Setsuna: “No, it’s nothing… I just want the people of this village to be happy.”

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Yukiji: “Is that the demon that protects the northern village? Eventually, he’s going to…

Hosoyuki: “The sin of doing what is forbidden is strong. The day will soon come when the humans will condemn our clan of snow demons, at the least.”

Yukiji: “Is that so, Hosoyuki? …That’d be unfortunate.”

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: (And then comes one midwinter day--. The day finally comes for Setsuna, who has been interacting with the people of the village as usual.)

Child A: “Waah! It’s snow…!”

*Wind blows*

Setsuna: “Eh…!? No…!”

Village Person A: “Ahh! Those horns…! You’re a demon!”

Setsuna: “No, that’s… it’s not…!”

Village Person B: “Hurry and get the children inside! There’s a demon out here!”

Setsuna: “Ah… Ahhgh…”

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Yukiji: “...So the day has finally come.”

Hosoyuki: “We are the most feared of all the spirits.”

Hosoyuki: “Because he’s broken the law of not being seen, no prayers will be offered for Setsuna. We can only wait for him to fade away.”

Izumi: (On days with heavy snowfall, snow demons revert back to their original demon forms.)

Izumi: (That’s why youkai come to devastate the human villages on days with bad weather.)

Izumi: (When Setsuna’s identity is revealed, he’s unable to protect the people from the youkai and the village falls into chaos--.)

Setsuna: “This mess is all my fault…! I can’t believe that because of my weakness, I’m unable to protect the people I love when they need me the most…!”

Yukiji: “--What are you doing?”

Setsuna: “!”

Yukiji: “The law has been broken and we’re destined to disappear. However, there is still something we can do.”

Hosoyuki: “Kannagi and the people of the village have prayed for us all this time, so we can risk our lives to return the favor.”

Child A: “Great snow demons, please protect us…!”

Setsuna: “...Right. This village is an irreplaceable place that I’ve been protecting.”

Setsuna: “I’m much more afraid of losing everyone than I am of disappearing.”

Setsuna: “That’s why… I’ll protect everyone with all my strength!”

*Wind blows*

Kannagi: “This presence…! It’s you, great snow demons!”

Village Person A: “Great snow demons? That guy…”

Setsuna: “I’m sorry that I’ve kept this from you all this time.”

Setsuna: “It was so lonely to see everyone being with each other… so I did what was forbidden to be able to touch that warmth, even if it was just for a little bit.”

Hosoyuki: “We are the ones who must not touch the humans. However, now that we’ve seen ourselves reflected in your eyes, we…”

Yukiji: “It’s outrageous not to use our power to appear in the land protected by other spirits.”

Izumi: (Now each having broken the rule, the snow demons ponder their fate of disappearing. But the people of the village are different.)

Kannagi: “Thank you for always protecting us, great snow demons.”

Kannagi: “This is the first time I’ve seen you, I never knew you were such beautiful spirits.”

Child A: “Great snow demons, we prayed for you and you came to protect us. Thank you as always.”

Setsuna: “I… thank you too.”

Izumi: (This marked the beginning of the gradual fading out of the laws of the spirits and the spirits began to interact with the humans--.)

*Applause*

Izumi: (Sakuya-kun’s smile at the end was so soft and warm at the end. It was really nice.)

Izumi: (Pushing through your fears to help others… It looks like the test of courage helped, just like he said.)

[ ⇠ Previous Part ]

[arolesbianism]

I've been thinking more abt raccoon universe Olivia again and I love her sm she's so fun imagine if your wife plagiarized years of your work and then cut you out of her life with no warning and then had the audacity to invite you to work at the company she founded on the basis of the very work she stole from you. Id have considered murder Way sooner than she did Jackie is lucky Olivia went with the thinly veiled threats route for several years before finally getting a bit bloodthirsty

[loosesodamarble]

Monster Husbands AU

The couples get together for a potluck on Halloween. Oni!Yami and Charlotte bring horse meat sashimi. Merman!Nozel and Briar bring along fermented shark. Werewolf!Fuegoleon and Solara serve up blood sausage. Vampire!Nacht and Josele have with them a blood stew. Dryad!William and Zera are the only ones bringing along veggies in the form of a vegetarian casserole. ... Fuegoleon: (looks between Nacht and the blood stew) Solara: Honey, don't. Fuegoleon: (glances at Josele) Please tell me this isn't... Nacht: It's ox blood. Josele's blood is only for me, pervert. Nozel: (chokes on his drink) Fuegoleon: Excuse me!?!?!?! Briar: Oh my goodness, Fuegoleon, were you hoping it was Joey's? Josele: I'm flattered but it's like Nacht said, for him only. William, walks in with Zera: Sorry we're late, everyone! Zera: We underestimated how long the casserole would take. Charlotte: Well you're here now. Welcome. William: (sees the dishes the other men brought) WHAT ARE YOU GUYS?! ANIMALS?! Fuegoleon and Nozel: ..... Nacht: Not as much as those two but I *do* have a bat form… Yami: And this is why we don't meet up often. ..... Solara is @thoughtfullyrainynightmare's oc. Briar is @koneko-pi's oc. Zera is @lyranova's oc. Josele is my oc.

[sloshed-cinema]

Noroi: The Curse [ノロイ] (2005)

Horror can sometimes be an experiment in sociology: what frightens a particular target audience? How can a filmmaker or storyteller prey on the social anxieties of a group? But sometimes, a horror movie almost sheds more insight into the mindset of the filmmaker themselves than it does on the effect they were trying to have on their viewer. Does Koji Shiraishi trust his audience to actually be paying attention to his movie? Apparently not, because anything remotely spooky gets treated like some kind of NFL instant replay after a coach has appealed the referee’s call. Wait, was that a spooky kid in the background? Shit, guess I’d better rewind, slow it way down, and zoom in on the part of the frame in question. Fuck! I guess that’s creepy as hell! At best, this just draws a groan, a sort of “yep, I got it already” sort of reaction. At worst… well, the final shot of the film decides to recall maybe the most goofily awful effects image of the entire movie, so what a way to end things. It’s tempting to dunk on all of the rhapsodic reviews from the Reddit type mindset who seem to think this is some sort of under appreciated classic of mindfuck horror, but that would be as easy as freeze-framing on something from three scenes ago that the audience might not have caught if it hadn’t been obvious enough the first time around. The film squanders everything that it sets up for itself in its promising early sequences. The inherent chaotic exploitation of Japanese reality TV shows is captured in a way which makes it clear nothing good will come of this: a little girl is exploited and reveals creepy details during a psychic contest, and a troubled medium attacks a cohost in an interview show gone wrong. Mix in the disruption of ancient ritual by modernization in the form of a dam project, and boy have you got a stew going, baby! But as the runtime drags ever on, the narrative strategy shifts from using its strengths—pseudodocumentarian fragments of a greater story to be pieced together by the viewer, horrifying in its gaps—to caving to the subgenre’s weaknesses—cheap shaky-cam exploitation and incoherence for the sake of incoherence. But at least it’s finally getting the 1080p BluRay treatment by Arrow that something which is mostly deep-fried VHS-rip type footage that this sort of film deserves.

I do wish I had more insight into the Shinto elements and influences that are abundant in the fascinating folk-horror which makes the backbone for a disappointing ultimate delivery. Talk of kami and oni litters the more spiritually focused conversations, drawing a pall around whatever the fuck was going on in this community before the dam ushered it to a watery grave, and practices have a way of persisting, as evidenced by the tight-lipped new settlement with all of their dogs. Knots are rendered horrific and severed, and unique rituals bring untold horrors. An interesting backdrop. More of this.

THE RULES

SIP

Someone says 'worms' or 'Kagutaba'.

The movie freeze-frames on an image.

Hilariously ominous onscreen text.

We cut to a new archival clip.

BIG DRINK

The movie makes sure you know something was scary.

DOGGIE

[mentalgarbagebin]

No. 2

Silence that suffocates. In stillness, I’m stewing. Blinding blue light, Hides the darkness ensuing. Reveals the offender, Familiar yet foreign. Thoughts turn violent, My image abhorrent. Breathe light into my hands. What do I hope to glean? You. So please, Appear on my screen. Why won’t you respond?

-Ony (I think)

[askbloatedbellyblog]

I loved your tierlist of genshin characters burps!! But can you explain why Itto is so high on the tierlist?

So I'll do burp canons for this since I've had a few requests for Itto.

There's a few reasons why I think Itto would be so high on the list.

First off, we already know that Itto is a big eater, having challenged Yae to a ramen eating competition despite being allergic to the tofu. With it making him sick, I'm sure that Itto would have dealt with all different kind of burps.

Itto is also an Oni, wild and barbaric, and I think that comes into his burps just as much as anything he does. Lastly, Itto is a show off, both to everyone and especially his gang and tries to impress them as much as he can, even if they know better (see the latest Beetle Battle Event nodding for an indication).

Why does that all matter? Well let me give you a few reasons.

If there's anything to have learned about Itto, is that he'll like to throw an event for really any reason, especially if it's a chance to party or show off. So because he's had a drum along festival, a test of courage, now a beetle battle, and all kinds of crazy antics, it's definitely within the realm of possibility that Itto would throw some kind of Burp themed event too like the "The Almighty Arataki Bodacious Bare Bellied Belch Bonanza!" where everyone has to compete on their level and style of burps. I could even see it being a judged competition between two different sides each round as it goes elimination style. He could eat or burp on command and potentially blow some people away. He's the type that would have that skill and love showing it off. I do know some sort of event like this would both attract several people (I like the idea that this happens in the center of Ritou as their biggest event yet especially since I could see Ayato wanting to help) and yet it being so loud that during some of the burps of the event that birds go flying from being disturbed. I wouldn't say no to their being an eating portion that goes along with it that might be used as an excuse to help with everyone's burps.

He'd also be the type that with his gang he'd endorse burps between them as they laze about, encouraging his subordinates to participate and trying to tell them how to do it better but ultimately giving terrible instructions with no one able to match his prowess (Poor Shinbu though since she does have manners). Incomprehensible instructions like "You just got to feel the gas in you and the stew and then FEEL it and then it comes up and just got to open your mouth, let that pressure build, you got it!"

And then he'll laugh when only a tiny burp comes out from them.

I do think that Itto can burp on command fairly easily and is probably pretty gassy in general. I think he's also the type that because he's just gassy in general, he'd be the kind that may talk for a while and then just accidentally burp mid sentence or have to pause to swallow it down. Most of those are fairly soft but he can save up his stomach gas for some powerfully strong belches that surprise everyone and make everyone in the vicinity stop and look to find the source. He might have to be careful because if he's not careful, is burps might give away his position to the Tenryou Commission if he's too strong about it.

Most of his burps would be loud and wet, with lots of oof behind them, as I think he's proud of the noise. He's also one that would burp after the end of a big meal as a way to show his satisfaction. He's one that would lean back, pat his belly, burp for a solid minute and say "Ooo yeah that hit the spot. That grub was amazing! Kudos to the cook! Do you want to join my gang? No, there's no pay..."

However, when he's really pushing it, like when Itto is busy eating 30 bowls of ramen again (with or without tofu), his burps would probably change to softer intermediate burps where he's trying to get more room. They are more guttural, from down below and may even do a shake after eating to make more room or to feel the release of tension. Once he really gets up there, he might do the really sick style burp of burping into his fist to try to hold down whatever food he has while getting the gas out. I also think once he has a big meal or wins an eating contest with legitimately or with false bravado, he'd pat his belly with both hands and rub it quickly and burp loud and long and ask "How was that? Pretty good, if I do say so myself. No one can beat the burping champion, the one and oni Almighty Arataki Itto! HAHA! BRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPP. See what I tell ya."

Also because of his singing and rap skills, I think it's very possible for Itto to burp as part of his beat boxing or to sing out notes, though possible that may happen on accident. I don't know if they have karaoke, but him reaching a high note after a night of beer and snacks and chowing down and it coming out as an epic belch, is exactly something that would happen with him.

This is just the beginning of different scenarios with him, and many of them silly because that's just how he is. One last one I could see is that he has to roar to be intimidating and might keep trying and then it accidentally comes out as a burp. Or that I also think he would show of his burps to the kids just as much as his card games and beetles.