#which is my vent tag and yeesh this is a vent

[funeralprocessor]

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It's weird thinking about how much my weight has impacted my life. I think I've always been chubby, but I can only say *think* because not only do I not remember a lot of my early/middle life in much detail bc dissociation but one thing I *do* remember is being gaslit about my weight by my mom. I remember going back to my parents' house after I'd been out for a little while and being legitimately shocked by some old photos of me because I looked fucking normal.

My mother tormented me about my weight for as long as I could remember, needled me about it constantly out of faux concern and shame, would ply my love with food (that she'd bought to eat her own feelings before reconsidering and using me to dispose of the temptation, per her own words) and then call me in while she bawled watching TLC specials about 800lb people and insisting that was going to be me because I keep eating like this. I thought I was hideously obese, that I was a few pounds from being the sort of person people gawk at on the street (and of course that I was so fat my own mom was apparently apologetic and ashamed that she let me do this to myself. In this as in all things, she is blameless).

And like, I had no perspective, nobody to tell me otherwise. I've just been so... isolated, so alone my entire life. The only person who was even remotely close to me was her, the only real view of myself I had was hers: a willful, gluttonous failure who's never quite good enough, who would be so handsome if they weren't so disgusting and lazy, who's so smart and has so much potential if they'd just Try Harder (and thus any failure is because I'm not Trying Hard Enough). I loved her for the longest time, I wanted to be good in her eyes even when I fucking hated her. But she was never anything but disappointed in and indifferent to me.

So much of my shame grew from her poison, and that shame fucked my life up so goddamn much. I grew up choked with shame and self loathing, terrified of expressing myself or drawing attention to myself in any way because I was ashamed for existing. The dysphoria was really fucking bad too, even if I didn't realize that's what it was at the time. I was achingly jealous of the guys who could pull off that androgynous/fem emo/goth/alt style and knowing that fat disgusting ogres like me deserve (and will receive) nothing but mockery and disgust for even thinking of. Of course I could never look pretty, I barely look human.

And like I'm still not really over most of that. I have really bad bdd and body image issues, I can't help view myself as mostly disgusting looking or at least ugly, I feel like I'm not someone people want around or that I should apologize for my presence/existence.

I don't really have a point I'm trying to make or a real thought I'm trying to express. Just airing out ghosts

[dee-the-red-witch]

OK, I’m gonna take a minute here while getting my brain re-set to sit back down and start in on the manuscript again. And I want to preface this all with a BIGASS disclaimer: I DO NOT THINK OR CONSIDER THAT THE POSTER WHO PUT THESE TAGS ON A REBLOG FROM ME WISHED ME ANY KIND OF ILL WHATSOEVER. IN FACT, I’M PRETTY SURE THEY WERE TRYING TO PAY ME A COMPLIMENT.

That said, I’ve been seeing this more and more. On here, on twitter, on Fb, everywhere. And it’s happening more and more as I post about more than just part of what I do as a dayjob, and as I’m trying to leverage back into doing more than just leather. ...y’all do get that my leatherwork and maskmaking is not the sum and total of me as a person, right? I mean, this is not meant as a humblebrag, or any kind of brag, just a resume list, because I’m all over the fucking map: In high school, it was debate and drama. Even ended up at State and Nationals for those to some degree.

After that, in between and during college, it was working haunted houses, studying english, history, and theatre, and then putting together a theatresports team that ran for two years (we were groaningly terrible, exactly the kind of humor geeky/nerdy theatre kids put together and it was awesome and these days I cringe at some of the jokes we used to do. I think our biggest audience was maybe thirty people.) Then it was moving here, going to Cornish for theatre, summarily dropping out of Cornish after a semester of realizing there was no way I could afford to stay in school and survive without being homeless on part time minimum wage, not to mention lots of disagreement with the whole program. Cue being a twentysomething in seattle in the early aughts- doing lots of small theatre, joining a Rocky Horror troupe, weird citylife adventures and a lot of shite underpaid jobs. Also figuring out I was queer in there. Leather didn’t happen until after I’d met my fiancee and we’d moved in together, when I got hit with a seven-month stint of unemployment, and with loads of boredom on my hands, decided I’d try and figure out how to make a leather mask or two from some spare hide she had lying around from making her own armor for the SCA. Which took a lot of attempts. Fast forward a couple of years, I was still working shit-paying jobs, we had a kid on the way, and couldn’t afford early daycare so we could both work. so I stayed home with the kids since I made less out of the two of us. Still don’t regret that. Also meant I launched a website and started slowly getting more and more professional and doing cons and stuff. Of course, doing a site means you have to do images, which meant learning photoshop, and, well, I also went ahead and learned how to draw, collage, etc in there. After a few years of photoshop, leather, and websites at home, and after going back to work at a bank doing image archival work on documents, I ended up working in a gallery as a dayjob, scanning and archiving paintings and photos for reproduction. which meant learning repro, art, art history, and putting it all together meant I was suddenly making digital art in my off time as well. And then kid number two and the ‘08 real estate crash happened almost simultaneously in reverse order. I was home with new kid again, because my job, and my entire department type, information services, pretty much ceased to exist from the corporate world. And since then it’s been working on self promoting and doing my own business since because fuck working for other people, its never worked well.

So yeah, I do leather, it’s a big part of my life,because anything is when you’ve done it for 15+ years. But that said, I’ve been fighting burnout with it for two years now, and been trying to leverage myself out of it the whole time. Which means fighting with the “but you’re the leather guy!” thing in my own head a LOT. I am not just a leatherworks guy. I write. A bunch. Next book’s almost done, and I skipped the history bit where I was freelancing for a few rpg designers- no, probably not anything you’ve seen. I DO VISUAL ART which you’ve all seen like mad if you’ve been following for any amount of time. I’d act if there were enough spoons, time and energy in the day. There isn’t, and I’m a cheesey fuckin’ actor anyways. I tattoo- that’s a new one picked up since quarantine, but I’v ebeen trying to make both of my hands less dumb, so picking up actual physical drawing and tattooing has been a thing. I still also craft all sorts of props and other bits when I want/get hired to. Because WHY NOT. But I’m a lot more than a leather guy, and I fight with myself every time I see stuff about me being just the leather guy. Jeebus, that was a wall of text. OK, I’m maybe also needing to vent a lot more, find time to get into therapy, and deal with issues on a healthy basis. Maybe find time and people irl who see me as a whole-ass person now that my vaccine’s almost finished marinating. Yeesh. Sorry for the screed, folks, but the ‘don’t fucking delete shit’ rule applies. It’s here, so I may as well share. But yes, your friend who does more than leather is trying to get seen as your friend who does more than just leather. Make sense?

[artxyra]

Another DC TA Marinette | #2

*So I’m still not good at fighting sequences, so if the fight scene towards the end seems off and not quite right, I’m sorry. Also if you asked to be tagged and don’t see your name please tell (DM) me so that I can add you to the next part. I’m aiming for at least 5 parts for this version, so we shall see how this will go. 

Part 1 | Part 2 (here) | 

Part 2: Dupont Meet Gotham 

Caline was very, very sorry for her class. They haven’t been in Gotham for a single day and Lila’s already causing trouble. The trouble that cannot be fixed if something goes wrong here. There was no Hawkmoth to save her or to validate her emotions. It was no secret that Caline has Marinette on speed dial, but she knew how much the graduate loves her time away from this class. Maybe it was best to bring Marinette in and give the class a shock, but it may be too late for that. 

“No, no, I’m Damian Wayne’s girlfriend, there must be a special or something for your boss’ heir.” Lila tries to spin her web of lies to the barista as the class gathers around at a nearby cafe. 

The barista stares boringly at the Italian native waiting for her to make up her mind and order already. 

“Look girly, you’re holding up the line. We don’t do specials for Wayne’s here, and if you’re truly Damian Wayne’s girlfriend then you would know that.” The barista states gesturing to the long line full of Dupont’s students and actual customers.  

Lila’s eyes began to get teary-eyed, “I will have you know…”

“Lady, if you don’t order something in the next five seconds, you will be kick outta here.” The barista firmly states glaring at Lila with no room for negotiations. 

Lila scoffs and runs into Alya’s waiting arms, crying her eyes out. Alya glares at the barista, who gave zero fucks about what just happened and takes the order of the next person. 

“Shh...everything will be okay, Lila. Besides, don’t you have that date tonight with your boo?” 

Lila sniffles a laugh and nods. Oh, how she has them deeply entangled in her web. “Then let this one incident go and let’s go out the strip, you can spend some of my earning for ice cream or something.” 

Caline along with everyone (meaning two people, maybe four people) in the Marinette protection squad could do is either roll their eyes or shake their heads. 

Chloe with her coffee in hand scoffs at the scene in front of her and looks over to Adrien. “At least she’s not hanging onto you every second of the day.” She jokes remembering the times when Lila’s lies were small and surrounding around the Agreste name. 

Adrien softly groans, “Don’t remind me. For she had to be my date to one of my father’s fashion shows which were quite weird considering that I was already with Luka when it happened.”

“Yeesh,” Chloe grimace at the thought of that situation. Her phone buzz signaling an incoming message. It’s from Marinette. 

“Bug is texting. I’m surprised she didn’t send it to the group chat.” Chloe states before taking a sip of her drink and opening the message. 

Multi-Bug: Hey did you get to Gotham, alright?

Melitta Bee: Yea, y weren’t u w/ us?

Multi-Bug: You’ll see why soon ;)

Multi-Bug: Anywho, how’s the class goin?

Melitta Bee: Gettin worse by the min

Multi-Bug: It will be good soon 

Chloe scoffs at the message and shakes her head. “Bug will be the death of me., literally.” She groans opting to not reply to the message. 

“What did she say?” Adrien asks keeping a firm eye on Lilia, looking to see if she does anything stupid to get them killed. 

“You know how cryptic she can be. All I got from that was that everything will be fine. Like how she’s going to get here? Seriously, this trip is utterly ridiculous, ridiculous.” Chloe vents to the model. 

Adrien nods, but then quickly nudges Chloe seeing that Lila is heading there way. 

“Oh look, trouble.” Chloe jokes as Lila stands very close to the two blondes. 

“Do you always complain about stuff, Chloe. I only came here to befriend you seeing that Mari isn't here to corrupt you.” And there goes the dramatics. 

“The only thing that is corrupted is you and this fucking class.” Chloe turns around, grabbing Adrien’s hand, and walk out of the cafe. 

Chloe B. @queenbeeyellow Hey, wish @mdcfashion is here with us. It’s boring here w/ only @adrienagreste

Attach is an image of Chloe and Adrien in front of the cate wearing sunglass and making funny hand gestures towards the camera. It was clear that it was a selfie. 

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Marinette smiles at the tweet before returning her attention back to the Headmaster of Gotham Academy, Mr. Collingwood . 

“Miss Dupain-Cheng, where are your key cards for access to the building of both here and to your class’s residential stay. Will you be joining them at the hotel or be staying with Mr. Wayne?” 

“I’ll be staying with Mr. Wayne, Mr. Collingwood .” She answers with a soft smile. 

The headmaster nods and leans back into his chair. 

“I’m I required to participate in class sessions as a student or am I just there to observe?” It was an honest question seeing that she is the teacher assistant rather than a student.

“That would depend on your class’ homeroom teacher. It is most likely that you and that teacher’s T.A. would work together and demonstrate whatever projects are and hand out paperwork.” He answers clasping his hands together as his focus remains on Marinette. 

Marinette nods and takes the small stack of supplies into her arms.   

Marinette: I have gotten everything ready

Marinette: Everything should be set for Monday. I’ll see you then. 

Mme. Bustier: Oh thank you, Marinette. 

Mme. Bustier: Your classmates will be ecstatic to know that you’ll be here. 

 Marinette: I doubt that.  

Caline Bustier closes her messenger app and turns to the class and gasps. The core Lila group is missing. No longer in the cafe, just great, great. They barely know their surrounding area despite what Lila said about being here, but if that was true it wasn’t recently. Places change and Gotham is no different. 

“Chloe, Adrien, do you know where the core group went?” Caline asks, turning her attention to the two blondes drinking, perhaps coffee, maybe even tea. 

Chloe shrugs while Adrien shakes his head unsure how to answer. It was no secret that the dislike the Lila group. 

“First day here and I’ve already lost some teens.” Caline huffs and walks out of the cafe to find her so-called perfect students. 

“Did she look panic to you?” Adrien asks setting his drink down. 

Chloe nods, “Should we go help?” 

“It’ll lessen her panic attack later.” Adrien agrees as the two of them get up and follow their teacher. 

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Tina @thepinkmistress  #anotherdayingotham so apparently Two-Face has a bunch of foreigners held at gunpoint. They’re officially now apart of Gotham

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With Lila and her small crew of loyal followers, they were just stirring up trouble. It all started when Alya offered to take Lila out to the strip for shopping not realizing how dangerous it was to be. Well, it’s not like they cared. To them, this was a vacation with added on classes. 

“Oh, I can’t believe my Damibear texted me saying that he was excited that I was back in town. We can finally rekindle that long lost love we had.” Lila gossips about as the two were entering a nearby storefront. 

“Girl, you’ve waited long enough, let’s go prep you for your man,” Alya exclaims dragging the twin tail girl further into the store. Nino unsure why he is with them just sighs and looks for something to give to Alya as he wasn’t able to for their anniversary. 

“What do you mean, he doesn’t have a discount here?” Oh great, here we go again.

“Look, lady, Damian Wayne may be a big name here, but we don’t do discounts for people like him.” The store attendant spoke up about rubbing her hands against her face. 

“Surely, he would have a tab open or something. He knows this is one of my favorite stores to shop in when I’m in town.”  

“Uh...we just opened our stores, like, two years ago. That and we’re strictly located here and in Metropolis.” 

Lila pouts and begins to throw a fit. If only, Hawkmoth was here. 

“Girl. I sure this is some kind of mishap. I’ll pay for the clothes and then we can go sightseeing in this part of town.” Alya offers, showing her a credit card in her hand. 

Lila squeals and jumps into Alya’s arms. Little did she know that it was actually Nino’s credit card instead of Alya’s. Alya’s parents were very concern about their daughter’s spending habits and put a cap on it that she clearly maxed out before the trip. 

Ivan walks over to Nino seeing as the poor DJ was lonely and that Mylene was trapped in the web of lies, well he is too, but he hides it well under the impression that it’s to make Mylene happy. 

“You okay?” Ivan asks catching the Dj’s attention. 

Nino grunts and shakes his headphones off. “No--yes-maybe, I don’t know.” He admits staring off to the empty space that was his girlfriend and her best friend. 

Before Ivan could answer, a loud scream can be heard from outside the store. 

“Shit, do not leave this place.” The store attendant gasps, only to be ignored by the remaining students of Dupont. The store attendant sighs and ducks behind the desk. 

“Lila!” Alya screeches. 

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Miraculously Safe GC:

Melitta: How quickly can you lose a spider?

Ryouko: Quick why? 

Musical Viper: That depends, when did you see the spider? How big was it? 

Melitta: Mme. B lost the spider and her trapees 

Multi-Bug: WHAT!!!

PunNoir: Yeah, she lost them so now we’re out searching for them. 

Melitta: It’s not like they went that far?

Multi-Bug: You’re in Gotham, crime central, and she lost some students!!! 

Ryouko: I’m sure everything will be fine, Bee. 

Musical Viper: Keep your eyes open, Punn, if things do go wrong we’re only a plane ticket away.

Melitta: SHIT!! Lila started up another mess. 

Muli-Bug: WHAT!!!

Chloe and Adrien quickly hide their phones and disappear behind a building, hoping that the shadows cover them from the watchful eyes of Two-Face and his minions. 

Mme. Bustier apparently didn’t get that message and wounded up wrapped into the mess her students have caused. 

Two-Faced stares menacing at the teens as his men surround the group all at gunpoint. 

Lila being the idiot she is started crying how her Damibear would pay him, save her even. The man was not swayed.  

“Clean, we shut the girl up; scarred, we kill her right here and now.” He murmurs drawing out his lucky coin to do his bidding. “However, we don’t have much time. That bats would be here any minute.” 

As Two-Face explains his plan to his men, one of the guns goes off. Everyone shrieks in terror. Alya stares, frozen as her phone lays died with a bullet hole on the ground. Blood seeps through her hands. 

“Boss, she was filming us.” One of the henchmen explains with steam oozing out of his gun. 

“Dumb girl, did she really think it was smart to film right in front of us. At least be like every citizen here and do it in secret.” Two-Face groans, gesturing for the men to fire a new round. 

Everything freeze, while Lila screams her head off naming off every possible hero she could think of. 

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Marinette runs through the city at a hasty pace. She’s maneuvering her way through the large crowd of citizens all trying to get away from the lastest villain attack down near the shopping strip. Marinette comes to a barreling stop. 

She could hear the cries of Lila Rossi from a block away and it was painful to hear. Her naming every hero only to get knocked upside the head by one of the henchmen. This will not look good for the exchange program in the future. Mme. Bustier tries—and fails—to negotiate with Two-Face.

Two-Face keeps playing with his coin deciding what misery he shall put these foreigners through just to grab the Bat’s attention. Then again would he even care, that just means new toys for him and his men. 

Marinette looks around searching for a distraction. Nothing comes up. She needs to think fast seeing as the Batfam and they are currently being held up. Not that the public needs to know that. She got it. Getting closer to the range. She then pulls out her traveling yoyo and readies a swing. 

Just as Two-Face flips his coin, Marinette throws the yoyo. 

The yoyo knocks the coin away, just as the string wraps around it as she pulls back. The Parisians students look up hoping to see a familiar hero in red and black. They saw no one. 

“Find my coin you fools and kill however took the dang thing.” Two-Face shouts out in a fit of rage. 

Marinette yelps and disappears around the corner. She finds Chloe and Adrien hiding spot not far from her. Unwrapping the coin from the string, she tosses it up into the sky and takes off before gunshots are heard near her way. 

“Thank god you guys are okay.” She pants out, scaring Chloe in the process as the Bee miraculous holder shrieks out and attempts to roundhouse kick the graduate. “Chloe! It’s me.” 

“Multi?” Chloe gasps out in shock as she finally takes in the appearance of her leader. Marinette wasn’t in her usual Paris getup but instead in a pair of black leggings, an over-the-shoulder tee with all the Batfamily emblems. Ankle boot thick heels, good for running. The biggest difference being her hair as it’s half up and half down with pink lowlights covering the once fully black, nearly blue hair. “Damn, hun, you look fine.”

Marinette chuckles, “I’m sure ‘Gami would love to hear you say that.” 

Chloe shrugs as Adrien comes out of his shocked stance. “Mari, what? How? When?” 

“At ease Chaton, I’ve been here in Gotham for the past few weeks. However, that is not our issue right now. The class is being held hostage by Two-Face, a villain with a mess-up sense of justice. An excellent attorney but he has a few loose screws. I bought the class time from being publicly executed for the Bats to get here. I just hope that they do it quickly. 

From the corner of her eye, Marinette could spot the familiar colors, that she very much hate but haven’t gotten the time to screech at them for, appearing on the rooftops of a nearby building. 

“Thank kwami, they’re here.” 

“Who’s here?” Adrien and Chloe chimes together. Marinette smiles at the two with a twinkle in her eyes. 

“Two-Face let the students go?” Batman demands, appearing on the scenes with little to no room for negotiations.   

“And where’s the fun in that, Batman?” Two-Face asks as a new coin is placed into his hand. It may not be the one that Marinette stole but it will do. “Clean says I leave, but scarred says I will kill every one of them.” He tosses the coin up. 

The coin lands in his hand, lifting his hand up it shows the scarred face of the coin. “Oh look at that, they’re dead anyway.” 

Immediately, the henchman readies there guns only for bat-a-rangs to knock them out of the out of their hands. 

“They never come alone do they?” Two-Face mutters as Robin and Nightwing jumps down into the scene. 

Robin with no hesitation attacks and disarm whoever comes his way. Batman could only facepalm seeing his son basically ignore the plan. Nightwing shrugs and joins in. This only left the big Bat and Two-Face at a stand-off. Two-Face readies his own gun and shoots a couple of rounds at the dark knight. 

It wasn’t long before the fight ends and the paramedics come in to help the injured students. Marinette motions for Chloe and Adrien to follow. She walks over to Robin with her arms folded against her chest. 

“You shouldn’t be here.” He whispers to her when she was in earshot. Marinette huffs and rolls her eyes before playing the average Batfamily fangirl. 

“Oh my god, Batman, you saved my class!” She squeals. Her voice catches the attention of her conscious classmates. 

“Marinette?!” They shout in disbelief as Mme. Bustier smiles in relief.  

The paramedics gave Mme. Bustier a slip as the class minus Aly and Lilia, both who are still in custody of the paramedics, run over to their missing classmate. 

Marinette quickly gives Robin a knowing look before focusing her attention on the class. 

It wasn’t long before she’s surrounded by an overwhelming amount of questions. So, now they care about her.. Yikes. Marinette turns to Chloe and Adrien for help. Chloe scoffs and shoves through the class. 

“Leave the girl alone, besides you just went through something most people would consider traumatizing but knowing us this is nothing compare to dealing with akumas.” 

Marinette smiles at Chloe.

The class disperses. 

“Maybe it’s time for us to head back to the hotel.” Mme. Bustier pipes up knowing full well that she’ll have to report this incident to the board under the predicament that it was due to Lila’s compulsive lying that put them through struggle. 

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At the Dupont’s homestay--well it was more of a hotel than anything, Lila and Alya were ushered to their rooms while the rest of the class goes to comfort the two in the best way possible. While that was going on. Marinette decided to have a meeting with Caline about the issue. 

“She can’t be alone in this city.” 

“I know that, Marinette.”

“On a different note, I’ll be attending your class session at the academy.”

“That’s good, isn’t it? “I suppose, but it’ll be slightly harder to keep my status as a lycee graduate under wraps.” 

“You’re what!” The familiar sound of Chloe’s shrill voice echos in the room. 

“Hi Chloe,” Marinette meekly greets one of her best friends. 

“Don’t hey Chloe, me missy. When were you going to tell us that you graduate?” 

Caline took this moment to exit the room leaving the two teens to their demise. 

“Do you want the real answer or the answer that will satisfy you?” 

Chloe glares down at the teacher assistant. 

Marinette sighs, “I’ve been done with lycee since last quarter. Instead of making a big deal of graduating early, I volunteered to be a teacher assistant for the rest of the year while I start my university courses online.” 

Chloe looks down before hugging Marinette. “Thank you,” She whispers into the graduate’s neck. “You could have left Adrien and me to the spider but you chose not to. Thank you, Multi for everything.” 

Marinette blinks the tear away and returns the hug. 

Marinette left the hotel with the promise of catching up tomorrow when they have class. The only thing good that came through was that she didn’t have to deal with Alya or Lila that night, the next day, she wasn’t so sure yet. 

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“That was really stupid of you, Angel, to get involve like that,” Damian states bringing his girlfriend into his arms when she’s safely located in his bedroom. 

Marinette giggles and kisses his cheek. “It wasn’t like I was directly involved., my Prince.” She whispers into his ear. A faint pink blush against Damian’s cheeks. 

“If it wasn’t for Robin and the rest, you could have been killed if Two-Face found out that it was you that took his coin.” 

“You know I’m stronger than what I look. Besides, I have better things to worry about than a villain that isn’t my foe.” 

Damian groans, “Angel, you will be the death of me.”

Instead of speaking, Marinette kisses him, allowing him to pull them onto the bed. 

“Use protection!” One of his brothers shout out, it was most likely Jason. 

“Kill him in the morning, when I’m not around.” Marinette murmurs before preceding with their original plan. 

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The next morning, the Dupont class along with Marinette stands outside the booming gates of Gotham Academy. 

“I wonder if my Damibear is here, too. The last I heard he was overseas on a family vacation.” Lila blissfully wonders to get the reassurance from her loyal friends. 

Marinette rolls her eyes and looks to the person walking towards the gate. 

Manette @gothamsfashionsense  Hanging out in GA for the next couple of days. Does anyone want to join?

In the image attached is a photo of a coffee cup in one hand with the gates of Gotham Academy in the background. 

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[universal-kitty]

   So!! @sosoftandsweet​ asked me about my boi, Yoshirou... He’s an Okami OC I’ve made that I ship myself with and because he’s an OC, you all can’t ship us if you don’t know about him!

   So, take this at last! A post about my kitsune boyfriend, Yoshirou~!

Faceclaim is Yuuzan Yoshida from Tonari no Kaibutsu-kun! ...Well, for his human disguise. His kitsune disguise is represented by arctic fox icons and in-between form is Keaton (Fire Emblem).

He comes from a clan of ice-white kitsunes that live in Kamui. Their clan tradition is, after a certain amount of years (about 200), they expel the young foxes from home to travel the world, and learn things on their own. It’s believed this allows kitsunes to gain their tails faster and live longer.

Both are connected, so. No wonder...

Another clan within Nippon follows this idea as well...and that’s how Yoshirou eventually meets the red kitsune, Akemi. They quickly forge a bond and, as far as they’re concerned, are basically siblings.

Akemi is younger than Yoshirou by a few hundred years. (Akemi is three tails; Yoshirou is at four.)

They’re also opposites in elements! Yoshirou is more lively in the winter (his native element), where Akemi thrives in the summer.

However, Yoshirou... Well, he’s a bit of a stick-in-the-mud. Poker face for days, snappish to new people/anyone he doesn’t trust. He even speaks in monotone to strangers!! Befriending him feels like a daunting task when one on one, but that’s why Akemi’s good to keep around; she’s the reminder that he’s a softie at heart, he just needs to see that in new people before they can see that side of him.

Once he softens up, it’s easy to see why he latched onto Akemi like a sister; he’s naturally protective, but just the right kind of playful. The ideal older brother figure anyone would want in their lives. If he was in the modern day, he’d be the type to listen to Akemi’s venting, drive her anywhere she wanted, and sometimes even buy That Thing She Couldn’t Afford.

You can see why he’s Ideal Man material.

Also, his kitsune abilities make him the ideal protector, so like. Again, you wouldn’t date him WHY??

The only downside is that he and Akemi do worship Ninetails (aka the motherfucker who took over Ryoshima Coast with a friend) as some kind of idol (think the celebrity of kitsune-kind), but this is largely only due to nine tailed kitsune being so uncommon and their might being....mistranslated over time. From a violent beast who killed many (and nearly killed many more) and held false power to a mighty kitsune who obtained all his tails naturally.

Yoshirou probably wouldn’t be surprised about the truth (very “don’t meet your idols” about it), but Akemi would be so sad.

Well, with this much known about Yoshirou... What’s he like in a relationship, right? Let’s get into that.

Yoshirou in a Relationship: While he keeps his head held high, looking so refined and elegant any other time... Softened by love, he’s a flustered mess more often than not. Sleeping? He swoons quietly, heart squeezing at how peaceful and gentle a sleeping face can be... Pouting? Oh, he’ll tease about it, but there’s that soft look again...

Akemi would joke her big bro is gonna make everyone sick and Yoshirou wouldn’t hesitate to say he doesn’t care. He’ll feel bad if Akemi doesn’t like him being too mushy, but he adapts; he’ll save mushier moments for alone time, then. Anyone else, however? Deal with it. He’s in love and proud of it.

Protectiveness amplifies. Now, I personally don’t mind it, as his protectiveness lulls my anxiety, but... If his S/O was more of the “free bird who can protect themselves” type, there’d probably be a few fights about it. His heart is in the right place and he’s not obsessive, per say, he’s just paranoid about losing them or them getting hurt.

...Not to say kitsune aren’t possessive, on occasion. There’s a lot of fighting between groups over things/places/etc., so it does run in their blood to a certain degree. Yoshirou has learned from humanity how to temper it and thus, teaches Akemi how to do the same, so they hurt as little people as possible.

He’s one of the lucky ones, to have learned of kindness and violence...or so he sees it as, since Akemi can learn from him without experiencing as much pain.

His body is littered with scars due to his past. People trying to kill a fox, usually, not realizing he is a kitsune in disguise. He’s a little embarrassed about them, as he recognizes he has a handsome build (he’s TONED), but thinks of his scars as a detriment from being as attractive as he could be. (Which is BULLSHIT, but. We’re working on that.)

His energy boosts in winter, so expect him to be a bit more like Akemi during this time. (While his poor summer-sister whines like she’s perma-sick.) Lots of energy to spare, will throw snowballs... Might change to his kitsune form and rush about, snow seeming to be brighter and sparkling when he runs through it, tails streaming behind him......

Loves cuddling in his kitsune form. His outer coat has a chill to it, like frost, but the longer you stay among it/sink into his fur, the warmer he gets. For a winter fox, he is a HEATER.

But this is also why he hates summer; it makes his coat thin and STILL the heat is unkind to him... Pouts so much and doesn’t want to do much of anything that isn’t laying around in ice while in fox form or swimming. Whatever feels better in hot weather.

“Does he purr?” Me, a bitch who loves purring HCs: Not specifically; it’s more like a rumble-purr... Close, but no dice, but nobody’s complaining. I’M not complaining. This is what I’m about.

So clingy when he sleeps. Struggles to fall asleep while cuddling, but you wake up in the morning with him half-over you and legs tangled together. It’s bliss.....until you need to get up to use the bathroom. Then good luck wiggling free from the clingy bastard-

My Okami SI has their own animal form- a three-tailed cat- and Yoshirou loves messing around with it. Kitsune form? We’re either playing tag or I’m riding on his head. Fox? He attempts to playfully bite me many, many times. Sometimes, I’ve been the cat and he’s gone walking around with me purring like a motor in his arms. It’s.....adorable.

Local man with Resting Bitch Face walks around Sei-an City with his happy cat. Nobody understands why this cat is so happy, but certainly a pet must bring good luck.

Only children are allowed to hold my cat form. I am terrified of everyone else, Yoshirou knows this, and if someone tried to take me from him, he’d get pissed and on the defensive immediately.

I am the Autumn to this seasonal merry-go-round. (We’re just missing Spring...) Akemi jokes a lot that this is how we ended up together; Autumn always is paired together with Winter, isn’t it?

Naps in animal form help him sleep faster...but it’s largely bc I always purr happily when around Yoshirou.

Akemi claims he cried once, when he went out on a patrol to find me and Akemi cuddled up together, sleeping. Yoshirou fervently denies it. I don’t quite know who to believe...but leaning towards Akemi.

It’s so easy to make him blush, but he makes me blush so much easier and it’s like...... Wow, rude. Of course you have the advantage with your handsome face... Yeesh. (To which he probably says something like, “Oh? Like I don’t get distracted by how beautiful you look?” Which....kills me in one hit...)

I gave a few headcanons about us in this ask, as well! [HERE]

   Anything else just ask, heyoo.

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SP Part 5

CIELA: There she is! Ciela and Ventor begin running over to where Pyoma is. Underwater, the bandits release their explosives which float upwards while the bandits dive down even further underwater to avoid the blast. As Ciela and Ventor are about to catch up with Pyoma, the explosives released by the bandits detonate, causing a massive underwater explosion that destroys several walkways, platforms and vehicles, violently shaking up the rest of the platforms. This has the added effect of violently stirring up the waters in the area, scaring the large aquatic animals there and sending them into a frenzied panic. 42. Amongst the chaos, the bandits burst from the water, and begin plowing through the crowds in an attempt to get to Ciela and we see that their handheld propellers can launch their ends forward like harpoons, as the bandits use them to attack! Many people are sent flying into the churning lake, including Ciela, who is unable to swim, and panicked struggles in the water, trying to stay afloat. VENTOR: Whoa! Ventor hears a commotion behind him, and turns around to notice that the bandits are heading in Pyoma's direction. VENTOR: C'mon! We need to- CIELA: Ventor! Ventor I can't- (gurgles) Just then, the tail of a large aquatic animal slams into the back of Ciela's head, and she passes out, sinking underwater. VENTOR: Ciela! Ventor jumps into the water in pursuit of Ciela Amidst the chaos underwater and with great difficulty. Ventor grabs Ciela and pulls her back up to the surface. Coughing and sputtering, Ventor drags Ciela and himself onto a large floating piece of walkway. Ventor gets up on his knees and grabs Ciela, trying to rouse her from unconsciousness. VENTOR: Ciela? Ciela! C'mon, wake up! Several bandits notice Ciela and Ventor on the floating piece of walkway, and head towards them to attack. Ventor's shaking wakes Ciela up, and she coughs out water as she groggily sits up. CIELA: Uggh...Water sucks. Ciela looks around and spots the bandits headed towards Ventor and herself. 43. Drawing her gun from its holster, Ciela points it at one of the oncoming bandits in the water, as she unsteadily tries to get up, despite being noticeably weakened. Just as the bandits are almost upon Ciela and Ventor, a hail of bullets rains down upon the bandits, wounding some and scaring off others. Ciela and Ventor look up to see Spanner flying a repaired Skylark complete with new front-mounted guns that Spanner just used to fire at the bandits. SPANNER: Need a lift? CIELA: Who said you could fly my ship!? VENTOR: That's her way of saying thanks! Spanner flies the Sklylark down to Ciela and Ventor, and lets them get aboard the airship. EXT. BOAT STATION-DAY Pyoma runs for her life from the bandits, who chase her down through the streets and fire their harpoons at her. Eventually, Pyoma finds herself cornered with nowhere to run to, and begins to panic. EXT. KESTER'S AIRSHIP High above Dockville, Mona, Symos and Kester are scanning the area beneath them in search of Pyoma. Mona spots Pyoma being chased down by the bandits, and points in that direction to alert the others MONA: I see her! Miss Pyoma is over there! KESTER Good work. Listen up, soldiers! It's time to move out! Kester brings his airship down so that his troops can prepare to disembark. 44. EXT. BOAT STATION-DAY As Kester and his soldiers exit the ship, they immediately begin culling the large amount of bandits causing havoc in the town. The bandits have grabbed Pyoma, and are beginning to drag her away. PYOMA: Ugh, let me go! Get off of me- As Pyoma struggles to escape, the tattoos on her back begins to glow a bright green colour. Suddenly, bursts of bright green energy spring from Pyoma's back in the form of wings, singeing and startling the bandits, causing them to loosen their grip on Pyoma. As Pyoma hovers majestically in the air with her luminescent wings, the bright light she emits fills the entire area, causing everyone there to shield their eyes, as dozens of people look upon this ethereal sight with wonder and fear. This includes the bandits, Ciela, Ventor, Spanner, as well as Kester and his soldiers who are approaching the area. Kester looks at Pyoma with shock and fear for a split second before a look of grim determination washes over his face. KESTER The subject has been primed prematurely in view of civilian witnesses! Soldiers! Take aim and prepare to neutralize! Kester and his soldiers take aim at Pyoma with their rifles. However,  Mona and Symos are noticeably frightened by this development. Pyoma turns around to see the Arbei battalion taking aim at her and fear and the pain of betrayal appears on her face. PYOMA What are you doing? What's happening? Excuse me? KESTER Fire! MONA: No! 45. As Kester is about to fire, Mona tackles him, knocking him to the ground. Despite this, the rest of Kester's soldiers fire at Pyoma. Before the bullets hit, Pyoma's "wings" glow much brighter, and absorb the Epheme bullets fired at her. This causes the soldiers to stop firing. KESTER (Grunts) Get off of me! MONA: Not if you're trying to shoot Miss Pyoma! SYMOS: This goes against everything about our duty to protect her! KESTER You're not a part of our division. Your authority ends here! Kester hurls Mona off of him and rushes at Pyoma. Pyoma attempts to use her wings to fly away, but due to inexperience, she unsteadily rises slowly instead of flying away. PYOMA: Please, don't hurt me! I'll go back! I never meant to leave, I promise! Kester takes aim at Pyoma regardless of this. Just before he can attack again, the Skylark flies down towards them, which distracts Kester and allows Ciela to lean out the side door of the ship and grab Pyoma, as they fly off. CIELA: Thought you could get away from us, eh? PYOMA: (Flustered) I don't know if I should thank you or scream in terror at the sight of you. 46. CIELA: Welcome to the outside world, girlie! After recovering from his initial shock, Kester regains his composure and points to the Skylark. KESTER Don't let them get away! Fire!! INT. SKYLARK-DAY Back in the pilot's seat of the Skylark, Ciela, with Ventor, Pyoma and Spanner nearby. Spanner has just finished explaining the Skylark's new functions to Ciela. CIELA: (To Spanner) This lever, right? Spanner nods his head in agreement. CIELA: Okay, then! Ciela cranks the lever on the Skylark's new dashboard. EXT. SKYLARK-DAY This causes the new gun turrets mounted on the Skylark to turn around to aim at Kester and his crew. EXT. BOAT STATION-DAY KESTER Duck and cover!! Kester and his soldiers dive out of the way to take cover, as the gun turrets on the Skylark fire at them. The Skylark then flies high up into the clouds to escape. INT. SKYLARK-DAY CIELA: Whoo! Man, why didn't we have those installed sooner? (Laughs) So Spanner, looks like ya crudhole town's wrecked now. Wanna tag along with us for the next few days? 47. SPANNER: Are you joking? Do you know how many customers I'm gonna have now that everyone's boats are blown up? CIELA: Yeesh, and I thought I loved cash. (Laughs) SPANNER: Say-would you mind dropping me off back at  my place? CIELA: Alright then, Spanner. In case ya didn't notice, there are a lot of people in town who just tried to kill us, so, you okay if we drop you off just outside o' town if you wanna walk back from there? SPANNER: Okay! EXT. DOCKVILLE OUTSKIRTS-DAY Just outside of Dockville, is an expanse of barren desert. Out of the blue, Spanner falls from the sky onto the sands. The Skylark can be seen flying off into the distance soon afterwards. SPANNER: -Ow! (To Ciela ) I thought you weren't being literal! INT. SKYLARK-DAY Back in the pilot's seat of the Skylark, Ciela activates its autopilot function by cranking a lever on its dashboard. CIELA: (Sighs) Welp. Now that all that's done with... 48. Ciela steps out of the Skylark's pilot seat and walks over to Pyoma, who is huddled up in a corner of the ship crying. CIELA: -You! Little Missy! You wanna tell us what the absolute fricken hell was up with that little light show you put up back there!? PYOMA: I-I-I... (Continues sobbing) CIELA: And don't you try ta' tell me you're some sorta wizard or fairy or some other kind of magical enchanted hoohaa, okay?! Vents and I? We may not have ever gone to any kind o' fancy school or whatever, but we're still people of science! Right, Vents? VENTOR: Um, as...extremely confused as I am after everything that happened just now, I still think there's a logical explanation for everything that happened. CIELA: There better be! The laws of physics are the only ones I hadn't broken yet!  So! You gonna explain things to us or are ya just gonna sit there and be a useless sack of- VENTOR: -Ciela, I don't think she's in the mood for talking right now- PYOMA: (Sniffling) No, no, it's okay. I don't have any idea what's wrong with me either. I want answers to all of this just as much as you do. VENTOR: Okay then, thanks for your cooperation. Now would you mind if I took a look at those weird tattoos of those on your back? 49. PYOMA: Go ahead. Mona and Symos-I mean-my guards always used to look at them to try and find out what they did exactly. I guess we know now. CIELA: Alright, now we're gettin' somewhere. 'Kay. Did any o' your guards ever find anything out about that? PYOMA: Whatever it was that they learned, they never told me. They only taught me history, politics and etiquette in my daily classes. CIELA: (Sarcastic) Wow, fancy. I bet they also fed ya real food everyday too. PYOMA: Um, well-ow! We see that Ventor has used some sort of tool to extract something from her back. VENTOR: Sorry about that. Just wanted to get a sample of your tattoos to analyse. PYOMA: Ugh, well, I suppose you could try analyzing it, but without any of the Arbei Kingdom's state-of-the-art technology, I doubt you'd be able to find anything of value VENTOR: Eh, I might as well take a crack at it. Ventor exits the room to examine the sample. After he does, Pyoma huddles back up in the corner of the room she was in earlier. Taking notice of this, Ciela walks over to Pyoma and crouches down next to her. 50. CIELA: So...you think those wings of yours can help ya fly or somethin'? And here I thought ya couldn't be any more privileged. It'd be so freakin' irritating if Vents and I had to spend years building our ship to fly and you learn how to do it in one afternoon. PYOMA: Oh-well I'm sorry. I-um, I'm not sure if I'm able to. I suppose they might be able to. CIELA: Heh. Well, if ya ever wanna learn a thing or two about flying, you can just ask the expert right here. PYOMA: I'm not sure the science directly translates over when it comes to that. CIELA: Are ya kiddin' me?! Don't you know anythin' 'bout aerodynamics n' such? And I thought they actually taught ya useful stuff back in that fortress. Everything I learned about flyin' I learned from my ma. Your mom ever teach you anythin'? PYOMA: I...don't have a mother, or father. CIELA: That's weird. Everyone's got a mom n' dad, no matter how crappy. PYOMA: Well I've never ever heard anything from my parents. I've only ever had my guards to take care of me, and from the looks of things, they want me dead now. CIELA: Eh, everyone wants everyone dead out here. That's why it's important to keep the folks you can trust close to you. 51.