#whisper yw

[oh-meow-swirls]

okay but 3 just has. so many good quotes. like.

this isn't even all of them-

[sunnyaliceart]

2017 wasn't THAT long ago... I mean- you still love yokai watch right hahahahahaha *starts sobbing*

I'm sorry I've lost all shame since I've been on the internet at this point 💀

I still love Yokai Watch!

Honestly, my Yokai Watch phase was one of my favorite fanart phases. The hyper fixation was so real.

Thank you for liking my Yokai Watch art! I honestly get really happy that people still enjoy my old work and that there are still fans out there.

To all the people finding my old Yokai Watch fanart and other older fandoms I drew fanart for. I see you and I appreciate you!

Gera Gera Po!!!

[bechnokid]

Happy Spoopy Day! 🍬🎃

I was thinking about Yokai Watch again, and I wanted to draw these three. :3

[mochiinou]

Whissu!

[kakusboyfriend]

Me: I'm kinda tired and depressed today...

Whisper from Yo-Kai Watch: there's spirits and demons under your car.

Me: wow thank you so much Whisper from Yo-Kai Watch

[tonyglowheart]

The problem for me with fics where Yan Wushi is, like, shmoopy or lovey or whatnot is that this man is NOT sentimental.

Like the thing about this man is, he is so so very Unserious. But he takes being unserious very seriously- he may not be unironically sincere, but he is very sincerely unserious.

And that's the form his devotion and endearments take- he's not... sarcastic, per se, but there is a constant thread of sardonicism that weaves through it.

He Doesn't Mean It when he's lovey dovey not in a straightforward unironic sincere way, but he's also not, like, sarcastic about it. He's coquettish and teasing but, like, Very Sincere about that.

[random-ykw-facts]

Fact #20

Usapyon's English name when he was alive, Danny, is a reference to his Japanese verbal tic, "dani." In the Japanese version, his name when he was alive was instead Chibi.

Speaking of his verbal tic, unlike others, it has no logical reasoning behind it; for a few examples:

Whisper's "whi" is of course derived from his name, which is the same in Japanese and other languages.

Jibanyan's "nyan" is an obvious reference to him being a cat, which is of course because it's the Japanese equivalent of "meow," which is additionally used by Tomnyan as a verbal tic.

Komasan and Komajiro's "zura" and "monge" reference their country origins.

But Usapyon's has no reasoning, which is humorously joked about on a few occasions in the anime, with some people seeing his verbal tic as weird and a defining feature of him.

[daticklishwhissu]

So uhh I've been finally thinking about this, and I finally did it. I finally make some tickle headcanons for Whisper 2040 so here's some I headcanon of them

Whisper 2040

Mostly ticklish on his stomach, ears, tail, and underarms

Squirms but easy to grab

Weak against Feathers and Raspberries

Junior and Michi mostly takes advantage and playfully teases him

Still is a feather sensitive boi

As a Ler he playfully tickles his victims

Tickles Junior but most of the time he gets tickled back

Michi and Him Secretly tickle each other

Avoids tickle fights

Boops can affect him as well

He mostly squeals when he gets tickled

And yeah, that's technically it since I couldn't think more about what this guy would do when he gets tickled. So hope you guys enjoy this.

[cockyroaches]

Hand painted whisper shirt ^_^

I wanted to try fabric painting for a while and this guy was simple enough + I had the necessary paints (or. well I could mix them to look alright) by accident, so honestly why not!

[whisperfan08]

What’s a yokai watch backstory character? There’s people who don’t know so I’ll explain- it’s the humans that appeared alongside the main 3 mascots. Whisper, Usapyon, and Jibanyan all had a human they were once with. These are those people! Their actual names are Amy, Dr. Hughly, and Shogun Waitington (all 3 are dub names).

So anyway, which one do you most associate with??

[oh-meow-swirls]

Yo-kai Watch 1 But I Rewrote It - Chapter 1

so as i'm sure y'all following me will know by now, i've been rewriting 1 over on ao3. for anyone interested, you can find it here.

to summarize briefly: it's a rewrite of 1 where the main difference is that it's in katie's continuity n she has her yo-kai sensing ability from nyanderful days. also jibanyan moves in with her (though that's irrelevant for now).

i decided to upload this to tumblr too, so here we are! i'm planning on making an index with all the chapters for quick access, but that's not made yet so um. sorry about that ksldfjfksldsfd- though chapter 2 can be found here. but anyways!

Chapter Summary: While catching bugs for her summer project, Katie encounters many odd occurrences... including one that would change her life forever.

Chapter 1 - An Average Day

Katie had always had an odd ability, her whole life. There were always odd, unexplainable things your average person couldn't see or hear or otherwise perceive...

But Katie could. She'd always been able to - why and how, she wasn't sure. Neither of her parents had it, nor did her grandparents from what they were aware.

It gave her a slight interest in the supernatural. Particularly in Yo-kai - mischievous spirits invisible to the naked eye. But, her bigger interest was in bugs - Springdale had lots of them, and lots of kids at her school had at least some interest in them.

Speaking of her friends, Katie was hanging out with her best friends - Nate, Eddie and Bear - at Triangle Park, a small and fittingly triangular playground many kids hung out at.

They were simply chatting about random things before Eddie said he had something to show them, digging through his bag until he pulled out a wooden box with glass on the front, with bugs pinned inside - not just common cicadas, either; there were butterflies, and even a couple of rare beetles. "Ta-da!"

"Whoa!" Katie and Nate both exclaimed.

"Did you catch those all yourself?"

"Yep! My yard attracts a ton of rare bugs," Eddie explained.

"I caught some when he got too squeamish," Bear chimed in before getting elbowed by Eddie, "hey!"

Katie and Nate both chuckled before Eddie turned to face Katie. "Hey, Katie, you're catching bugs for your summer project, right?"

"Erm... yeah," she nodded. In all honesty, Katie hadn't even started - she'd been too distracted with the books about Yo-kai she'd gotten from the school library. Her ability had gotten stronger recently - she kept seeing a small, bipedal red cat with markings walking around, who would always disappear before she could get another glance. A nekomata, it seemed to be, given the signature two flaming tails.

"I bet you haven't even started," Bear teased. 

"Yeah. Have you even taken your net out at all this summer?" Eddie chimed in, also teasing.

"Hey, you two aren't being very nice," Nate defensively butted in, "leg pulling or not, it's not very nice."

There was a pause before Eddie broke the silence. "We should all be heading back home now. Seeya guys later!"

"Bye!"

"Seeya!"

Katie waved her friends off before sighing. Eddie and Bear had been right that she hadn't started her summer project - their teasing wasn't even meant to be too cruel, they just ended up taking it too far too often. Part of her had been considering making her summer project about Yo-kai... but the teasing made her determined to finish her bug-catching!

She quickly made her way home, explaining to her mom that she was going out to catch bugs for her project - not before getting scolded for not writing in her summer diary, though. 

Once upstairs, Katie grabbed her bag and put in her bug net, a few small plastic bug containers, her diary, and a notebook. The notebook had a few doodles and notes on Yo-kai, both from her books and from her own sightings. She figured she'd bring it just in case she saw something strange.

"Alright, first stop, Triangle Park," she muttered to herself, hoisting her bag over her shoulder. She said bye to her mom before heading out to the playground.

Katie set her bag on the bench, pulling out her net and some of the plastic bug cages. She made her way to one of the trees, which had a few cicadas resting on the trunk; with one foul swoop, she caught a green cicada and quickly put it in the container. It didn't put up a fight at all, oddly enough, while the other cicada had flown away.

Katie managed to catch another cicada before she looked around again. "Guess that's all that's here..."

As she was putting the cages in her bag, she felt an odd aura from the green cicada who hadn't struggled, and saw it glowing. "Whoa... this must be a rare one!" Or something else...

Quickly, she made a note of it in her notebook (odd aura from glowing cicada) before placing the cage back in her bag.

"Hmm... where should I look next," Katie thought for a few seconds, "oh, the school janitor always talks about his bug collection! I should ask him."

She walked over to the schoolyard, waving to a few of her classmates before finding the janitor. "Um, Mr. Janitor? Where's the best place to find bugs."

"Hm... well, I'd say it's probably Mount Wildwood," he answered, "if you're going bug-catching, take some of these," he handed her some containers of what looked to be a black syrup of some sort, "bugs love this syrup - slather some in your net and they'll be more likely to stay caught."

"Thanks!" Katie smiled, putting the syrup containers back in her pocket. She received a "good luck!" from the janitor before heading to Mount Wildwood.

There were many steps leading up Mount Wildwood; allegedly there were ninety-five, and climbing all of them would give you a good education. It was a tiring trek, and Katie took a break between the flights of stairs until she finally reached the shrine.

Mount Wildwood was serene and calming. For the most part, it was still in its natural state - the shrine on top and the abandoned mining tunnels further up the trail were the only industrialization as far as Katie was aware.

"Alright," she muttered, holding her net tight as she went down the stairs to the right of the shrine. There were a few trees she could access - and a fence, which behind it had a giant tree. It was sacred - Katie wasn't fully sure why, but didn't question it, "guess I'll see what I can find around here!"

She slathered some syrup on her net and in the empty containers - it helped her catch more cicadas, though some of them realized what Katie was doing and managed to escape. By the end, she'd caught around five cicadas in total - three green ones and two red ones.

Speaking of green cicadas... Katie pulled out the cicada who had an odd aura. She still sensed the aura, even stronger than before now... it wasn't only from the cicada now. Katie looked around, her eyes catching on the fence that had previously been a barricade from the Sacred Tree - it glowed the same odd glow the cicada had, and had a much stronger aura... and then, it vanished, as if it had never been there in the first place!

"What the..?!"

Katie looked around, putting the cicada back in her bag. Seeing as no one was there...

"Well... guess a little look around wouldn't hurt!" Katie thought out loud, grabbing her net and again hoisting her bag over her shoulder.

She walked into the outcove with the giant tree, looking around. "Hmm... if I were a rare bug-" or a Yo-kai... "-where would I be..."

Katie's thoughts were cut off as she approached the tree - she hadn't quite realized how tall it was from behind the fence. "Whoa..."

But what caught her eye more was the base of the tree - there sat a gachapon machine, which looked very old. "What's this thing doing here-"

It had an aura.

She simply stared at it for a second. "What in the..."

Then a voice burst into song.

"Feed me, feed meeeeee..."

"What?!"

"Feed me, feed me, feed me now!"

Katie was caught off-guard and was hesitant in her next actions. I guess I should... put a coin in?

She searched through her bag for some change, finding some and approaching the gachapon machine. Quickly, Katie shoved the coin in and backed away, shielding her eyes... nothing happened yet, at least.

She cranked the dial on it a few times and a capsule popped out. It looked like it was made of rock, but did have a defined top and bottom. 

Katie screwed off the top, and was launched back by the force of... rings made of some sort of light coming out? Through the spiraling rings, Katie could make out... a silhouette?

"Why hello! I'm Whisper - I'm a Yo-kai butler, at your service. Pleased to meet you. Charmed!"

[pitagain]

#365DaysOfVGM Day 182:

Youkai Butler Whisper’s Theme ~Serious Edition~ (Yo-Kai Watch 2 [2014])

Such a Classical-sounding Violin at the center of this track! This one’s got a somber vibe because of the melody alone. Given the “spook” noises at the beginning, it seems to depict Whisper as a lone ghost who lacks a significant purpose. I liked the melody of Whisper's theme from the 1st game, but the overload of cartoony noises prevented me from enjoying it, so it’s great to see what I consider a glow-up for the sequel, even though this version still isn’t considered the “main” one in comparison to the earlier one that’s still used in Yo-Kai Watch 2 as well

(Length before loop: 1.5+ minutes)

[bechnokid]

It is(was) Whisper Wednesday, my dudes. B)

Also, have a silly self-insert comic!

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

We had one of Steff's comedian friends staying with us on the weekend, lovely lad called Sam from Singapore. He had never been to Wales before, and he requested that we take him to a Welsh restaurant so he could try Welsh food

That's surprisingly difficult, actually. Like a lot of Welsh culture, our culinary traditions have not exactly been applauded over the years, so you don't really see them. But a lucky Google search revealed a brand new one has just opened in SA1 called the Welsh House, so great! Away we went.

Fuck me, they went all in.

It wasn't just the menu (though fuck me, what a menu - one of their 'for the table to share' options was little mini leek and cheddar Welsh cakes with salted butter and they were paralysingly good). It wasn't just that every alcohol was Welsh, even including the wine (surprisingly good btw, called 'Naturiol'.)

The table centerpieces were daffodils. All signs for the toilets were Welsh only. The walls had photos of Wales, modern and historical; the windows had the fleur de lis; the specials board (pork belly in Welsh cider and damson sauce with honey and wild garlic glazed carrots) had dragons on. I realise this is probably normal for country-themed restaurants, but I've never been to one for Wales before.

But the best bit, see, was the music

I clocked, when we walked in, that they were playing If You Tolerate This Then Your Children Will Be Next by the Manic Street Preachers (you always clock the Manics). Ah, I thought. A Welsh song! In a Welsh restaurant! Ho ho ho.

As they seated us, it became What's New Pussycat. Ah! I thought. Another Welsh song! Fu fu fu.

Then they played Monster by the Automatic and I was like my god are they only playing Welsh music?? That's so cool! What an eclectic mix that's going to be. We should suggest to them they should look into Welsh language music too, really mix it up.

And then they played Anrheoli by Yws Gwynedd and lads, Steff and I lost our shit. We lost our fucking shit. Sam's sitting there, utterly bewildered. The staff are nervously edging away from us. We don't care. It's the first time I have ever heard a Welsh language song played outside of a Welsh language setting. We're so excited.

"They're playing Welsh music!!!" says Steff. "Holy shit!!!"

"Imagine if they played Sebona Fi!" I say, humorously.

"Nah," says Steff. "You can't in a restaurant. There'd be a riot, it's faerie music."

"...what?" says Sam

We explain the cultural phenomenon that is Sebona Fi. The song changes: Primadonna Girl, by Marina and the Diamonds.

"She's Welsh??" says Sam.

"She's from Abergavenny!" we beam.

"I don't know what that means," nods Sam, who is from Singapore.

Next: The Bartender and the Thief, by the Stereophonics. We're in high spirits. The extraordinarily Welsh wine arrives, as does the rarebit on sourdough starter. Sam, a gay man, delightedly orders the faggots and peas.

They play Ben Rhys by Gwilym Bowen Rhys, and we lose our shit again. Sam is now used to this, because comedians are adaptable. "They even have daffodils!" I say, misty eyed. "Is that relevant?" Sam asks, fascinated.

They play Hiraeth, by PLU. Hard to explain that one. Very hard to explain the effect it has when it's played in a restaurant, but Sam looks around the suddenly muted room and whispers "Are we in church?"

"It's about Hiraeth," whispers Steff. "So kind of."

Next: the Masses Against the Classes, by the Manics. Utter tonal whiplash. This playlist is not remotely restaurant appropriate. It's perfect.

"You'd think they'd pick like... a genre," Sam says dreamily. "We just went from church to the barricades."

The faggots arrive. "I forgot it would be a western sized portion," Sam says morosely, of what to me is a normal sized plate of food. He tries one, and brightens.

They play Sebona Fi.

The place erupts.

[hp-hcs]

ngl i’d lose my mind for some bottom mattheo x male reader content, there isn’t enough 🤧

(is there any at all just asking for a friend)

• smut • “best friends”, my ass (and your ass too, while we’re at it) — best friend! submissive! bottom! mattheo riddle x AMAB! soft top! reader

stuck in the hospital for the foreseeable future, so have some more shitty fanfic, my lil gayass weirdos

i’m also really fuckin high on pain meds rn so this is undoubtedly gonna be the most shameless fuckin smut i’ve ever written yw ig

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“Would you fuck me?”

Your head shot up to stare at Mattheo with comically wide eyes as he burst into your dorm room and shut the door behind him.

You managed to splutter out a very caught-off-guard, “I- what?”

“Would you fuck me, Y/n? Pretty please, with a condom on top?”

You just stared at him, mouth agape in shock. Finally finding your voice after a painfully long moment, you asked, “Are you high?”

Mattheo rolled his eyes. “Entirely sober, I assure you.”

“Then- then why are you…?”

He sighed dramatically and trudged over to your bed, falling face down onto it. “Please?”

“That’s not really a reason, Riddle.”

“Fine! Fine. I want to lose my bottom virginity, alright?”

“I swear to Merlin-” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Why me? You can literally just breathe and have people throw themselves at you. So why me?”

“Well…I want to- I wanna try being, like…submissive,” he mumbled, obviously embarrassed. “An’- an’ I trust you t’ take care of me ‘n be gentle an’ shit.”

“Damn, alright. Yeah…” you trailed off. “Shit, I mean, I’m flattered, really. Uh, yeah- yeah, I’ll do it.”

He visibly perked up. “Wait- really? You’d really do that for me?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “What else’re friends for?”

“Oh, so we’re still on the whole ‘best friends’ bullshit, huh?” He snickered.

“I’m already regretting this,” you sighed, actively choosing to ignore what he said. “This is a terrible idea.”

~~~

“This was a brilliant fuckin’ idea,” you gasped as you sank into him, moaning at the sensation. He was so tight and warm around you that you had to pause for a second just to catch your breath.

Mattheo whimpered underneath you, his face screwed up in mild discomfort. You gently stroked his side, pressing tiny kisses to his cheeks and murmuring, “Oh- you’re doing so good, sweetheart. So, so good. Y’feel amazing.”

Mattheo whimpered again, his fingers tightening their grip on your shoulders.

You let out a shaky breath, trying not to lose your composure. “Baby- baby, please- can I move?”

“Gimme- g-gimme a sec?” He whispered, his voice wavering.

“O-of course, honey,” you murmur back, trying to stay as still as possible for his sake. “Take as long as you need.”

After a moment of listening to his shaky breaths slowly even out, you eventually heard a softly whispered, “Okay, you can move.”

At his permission, you slowly started to move in and out. You groaned into his neck. “Merlin- you feel incredible, baby.”

Mattheo gasped when you hit a certain spot with a particularly hard thrust. “Fuck! There- do that again!”

You complied with his request, increasing the strength behind each movement until Mattheo was a whimpering, moaning mess beneath you. He cried out your name as he quickly came, his fingers scrabbling for hold on your shoulders and his nails digging into the skin.

You moaned loudly as he tightened around you, your stomach flip-flopping at the intensity of the sensation. You made a move to pull out, but Mattheo quickly tightened his shaking legs around your hips, tugging you back in.

“Please, no,” he begged. “Need- need- please!”

“Shh,” you shushed him, running a gentle hand up his stomach and chest. “Take a breath, honey. Tell me what you need.”

“Need-” His cheeks flushed and he covered his face with his hands in embarrassment. “Need y’to keep going.”

You grinned, the tips of your ears going red.

You gripped his hips, resuming your original pace. Mattheo’s eyes practically rolled back in his skull as his jaw dropped from the overstimulation.

You grunted, speeding up to chase your high. You came with a low moan of his name, your orgasm hitting you out of nowhere like the goddamn Hogwarts Express.

Your arms shook and gave out as you collapsed on top of him. You panted heavily before pressing a soft kiss to his forehead and pulling out; rolling off of him and onto your back as you tried in vain to catch your breath.

He grinned and curled into your side, his slow and steady breaths warm against the crook of your neck. You both sat in a comfortable silence for a long moment before Mattheo interrupted it.

“So…best friends, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Why don’t you make me?”

[dduane]

This is not a question but yesterday at work the jigsaw needed some adjusting and as I was fixing it up I was patting it like a horse and whispering things like 'it won't be much longer' and 'you'll feel much better soon' and I absolutely blame this on Young Wizards showing me how to anthropomorphize everything.

(grin) We have a motto around here: "It's wiser to treat matter as spirit than spirit as matter."

The response behind the principle (for me at least) isn't about some kind of animism as such, or about anthropomorphism per se. It simply feels positioned about halfway between caution and common courtesy... and is based on my repeated experience that things just behave better when you treat them kindly and with respect. Especially when the question of where (and how) consciousness inheres and resides, even for human beings, remains... well, vexed.

I've never gotten useful results out of any machine I've treated angrily. I've routinely got good results (and sometimes ridiculously good ones) out of devices I've been courteous to while interacting with them. I spent a good while trying to figure this out, years back, and finally decided it wasn't worth it: no reliably verifiable answers were ever going to come back. Naturally, other people's mileage on this subject will significantly vary. But meanwhile, who cares if I'm sometimes seen as the daftie who carries on one-sided conversations with kitchen appliances and never fails to pat the plane "hello" while boarding? (shrug) Who knows what's listening, and how? Let's just classify it as a "quirk" and move on. :)

If you get around to My Enemy, My Ally at some point, though, you'll find this YW-based attitude has slopped over into the Rihannsu cultural outlook, which rests considerable weight on the idea that merely physical things inherit a basic dignity from being part of the structure of the universe... and that speaking respectfully to things with their right names matters, as those names have power in their own right to influence the world around them. ...LeGuin was down this road long before me, of course. But she left plenty of room for me to drag the occasional starship down it. :)

Meanwhile, I'm glad you and the jigsaw worked things out. Mind those moving parts.