#yandere tanuki

[yanoverload]

The more you talk about how pathetic Dae-ho is, the more i want to bite him. And since you said he'd moan in public I'm curious how the others would react to me biting them as well.

-🪼(ps, ur art is very bitable inherently, I am gonna eat ur entire artsyle)

That's because Dae-Ho, unlike the others, has no sense of a right or wrong compass. That's why you guys love him LOL

Let's see....

Kouta - You barely see people but let's say you do this with others around. Smug. He is so smug. Do you see his master??? He is the only one that gets bitten, losers!!!

Beau - whimpers very quietly, pushes your head towards his tits so you don't see his needy expression.

Dae-ho - only keeps an image around those he know or that know him, doesn't want to mess up his parents image. If you're in a supermarket where people don't know him tho, he will gasp loudly and be full "Darling stop... People will stare hehe.... You're so naughty..." Pick me girl behaviour.

Ramune - moans like a pornstar. Doesn't care. He's an incubus, everyone can tell. You're embarassed? Sucks to be you stranger, he's unzipping darling's pants rn, time to give the public a show.

Mono - bites back and presents himself basically. Thinks it's like a mating call or aomething.

Éliphas - Moans very little, and looks at you like you stabbed his mother. Won't look at you in the eye for the rest of the day. (Won't stop you if you try to continue) Will call you late at night for... "Help".

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Platonic Yandere Kitsune + Child Reader Part II

Part 1

Usually the morning is spent waiting for the head maid to feed you your breakfast after they wake you up

But they aren’t there instead you’re struggling to put a shirt on yourself and it’s not the nice ones you usually have

He sees you drag a stool around as you grab food and different tools around the house

And then with unknown urgency, he goes to meet you as you struggle to crawl over the wall of your home

“I’m on a journey. My parents have been taken and I have to get them back.”

“Oh, really by who?”

“I don’t know but I only have a month so I have to get started.”

He’ll join you on your journey 

Both at your side and away from you

Watching in the trees

He likes getting to watch up close now

Without the reflection of a crystal ball or the pane of glass in the way

That and he can pull on your cheeks however many times he likes

He can also see how cute your fingers are in comparison to his

How did he not notice before

How cute it is to watch you hop on rocks to cross the stream 

Or how you have to argue with adults who get in your way

It isn’t until you get nearly finished in your journey that he actually begins to intervene

The obstacles have gotten harder

He had to carry you over the ravine with an unstable rock passage 

it is only then he stops messing around and investigates without you

Specifically after making a hearty meal for you

He puts a protective seal and a tracking seal on you while he goes ahead 

At a kitsune’s speed

He finds out quickly that your parents are alive but they have much less than a month

He doesn’t know why he searches with such speed

Finding the culprit to be none other than another kitsune 

an older one

A stronger one

She claims it was all a game citing specific moments of the journey he endured with you

Full on belly laughing as she recalls when you almost fell into a pit of spikes

He really doesn’t like this

But he pretends to not be disgusted asking for the parents she confiscated

Come to find out the souls were carefully picked out leaving them lifeless husks

She laughs about the futility 

Saying she’ll be gentle when she eats your soul

He kills her without restraint

Something snaps like he’s never known before 

Ravishing her body with a force he didn’t know he had he leaves nothing

Only really snapping out of it when you meekly call him by the fake name he’s given you

Turns out you did trick him 

Encouraging a tanuki to take your place

He’s impressed but he’s horrified

You know everything asking that he put them out of their misery and help you bury them

He does so 

Finding that he has to encourage you to grieve

You’ve worked so hard

 overcome so much

 grown-up despite still being the same little one who liked to play

You do cry 

Crying into his yukata as you both prepare to set out lanterns

After some more crying-induced nights he elects to take you home

To his home

Which you struggle against

Despite you being a child you feel like you can take on the world now understanding the adults' job so much better

But Ryo, the kitsune won’t have it

When you passionately argue your point he only sighs

Before wrapping you up in silk and tying to his chest

He takes you back to his shrine where he makes some big changes

Less parties, less friends, and more research

Now he only focuses on extending your life specifically your childhood

You're a clever kid

He doesn’t know if he can handle a clever teen let alone an adult

So that’s his goal 

Searching relentlessly for 'a cure' before your childhood runs out

But when he’s not doing that he dotes on you

Settling into this way of life he finds that Yuki Ona’s words to be quite true

He couldn’t imagine ever caring so deeply for anyone let alone a child 

but he does

And he’d give the world to keep it this way

[angrybadger0313]

my oc from yandere simulator

Tanuki Ikari

[halfetirosie]

🔥🔥🔥 RAISE YOUR HAND IF YOU WANT TO COMMIT A MURDER WITH ME!!!! 🔥🔥🔥

(Elysium 04-05 React-os!)

1) Eiden making an excellent point here--

Even in our own world, there's still a lot of stigma around "red light districts" and/or the industries they involve (sex work, alcohol, recreational drug use, etc). While you should always be careful and responsible with these activities, they are not inherently bad!

(I feel like some people might have gotten the wrong idea about my thoughts on these things--specifically, on drug use--from my last post. But please don't misunderstand; I am NOT against any of these things. What I AM against is people deliberately exploiting others using these things, fueling addiction for their own profit. ♡)

2) Dude, of course Kuya put his own essence-infused bracelet into the mix!

Why don't you just properly PROPOSE to him already, you foxy bastard??? (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

It's cute, but also funny that he did this. Like, I imagine that when Kuya saw this bracelet event was happening he knew Eiden would be interested in participating too; and since he's jealous and possessive, he specially added his essence to the bracelet so Eiden would be sure to choose his---thus, not being paired with anyone else!

Kuya is certainly back on his Tsundere Bullshit™!

....And also his Yandere Bullshit™ I guess??? (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

3) Oh no.... Well, SHIT....

Look, I assumed Kuya had to have been involved in starting the Elysium club, but to be involved with the creation of that whack-ass addictive drug????? Bruh.....

Like, that alone wouldn't have bothered me that much, but since we've seen how Reverie addiction is becoming a serious problem [in the Water Territory], I ain't gonna lie, I am not very pleased with the fox right now...

4) SPEAKING OF YANDERE BULLSHIT---

*Hisses in this bitch's general direction*

CREEPY! WEIRDO! BAD VIBES! EW!!!!

What is it with Kuya attracting so many freaks? First the stalker tanuki, and now THIS creature????

5) Hm... I'm guessing Kuya got into this who agreement with Vampire Bitch for the sake of sufficient entertainment---a.k.a sufficient distraction from his long-ass life....

I'm guessing Kuya has gotten tired of the activities that take place here---which might be a good sign, showing that he's more "entertained" by the daily life with the clan? Maybe?

....WAIT......

MORE IMPORTANTLY---WHAT'S THIS THING VAMPIRE BITCH IS SAYING HE "ARRANGED"???

HE BETTER NOT BE REFERRING TO OLIVINE, I SWEAR TO GOD I'MMA THROW HANDS---

6) Oh? Could it be? A Responsible Kuya™???

I am now a bit less upset with Foxy Grandpa! I'm impressed he had the foresight to tell Vampire Bitch not to force the drug onto people.

...Although, the fact that Kuya felt the need to bring this up in conversation could have worrying implications. Like, does that mean he found out that people were being forced to take the drug? 🤔

Either way, I'm glad Kuya is going to cut ties with this shady place.

7) Huh, it seems like Vampire Bitch is REALLy REALLY officially being cut off.

(◔_◔) Dawg, that superficial answer will NOT impress the fox...

I think the answer Kuya was looking for has to do with my theory of what Kuya himself was looking for in Elysium---and also why the word "Dream" is plastered all across this event. He probably wanted to hear something along the lines of, "To escape from reality," "To live in a dream," or hell, "To be happy."

But Vampire Bitch must never have been in this business for these reasons---or maybe he forgot it over the years. Now, he's just corrupt.

8) NOOOOO!!!! I WAS FUCKING RIGHT!!!!!!

THIS

BASTARD

WAS TREATING OLIVINE LIKE AN OBJECT

AND PLANNING TO "GIFT" HIM TO KUYA??????

I AM GOING TO KILL HIM!!!!!!!

,; (ง 🔥 ﾛ 🔥 )ง ;,

Gang. Think about this for a second. He never says he's going to "introduce" Olivine to Kuya. He refers to Olivine as a form of "entertainment" and a "gift."

This BASTARD was trying to PIMP OLIVINE OUT WITHOUT HIS CONSENT.

And why might he think he can do that? What methods do you think this DRUG DEALER might have used to achieve that, hm?????

This is REALLY HELLA BAD.

HOW DARE HE?!?!?!?!?!

*ENRAGED SCREAMING ECHOES INTO THE NIGHT*

🔥 End of report! 🔥

[core-bagg]

FUCK IT, AU TIME!

I got inspired by @pepperoni-chips’ au and decided to make my own.

TL;DR: GHS meets Japanese myths and that one fae rule

Plot

It’s been half a year since Gregory House became aware of a new hotel and sent their first expeditionist (A random JB that nobody would miss). Gold wanted a break from the hotel and ask Gregory if he could leave. To his surprise, the old rat said yes…But not as how he looked now, besides, they needed someone to find that last expeditionist. Gold, now dubbed “Gabriel”, ends up at Laplace itself. There’s only one objective, find that JB and get out…Oh, and another thing; Don’t tell them your real name at any cost.

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Characters:

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“GABRIEL”

Gabriel is the main character of the au. He is JBG in disguise, using a soul to hide his true appearance…Unfortunately for him, that soul belonged to a teenager who just hit puberty. All he wanted was a day away from the hotel, and he got to visit Gregory House’s kaizo mode cousin.

“THE RADIO”

Of course Gregory wasn’t going to just let one of his first guests walk straight into a potential death trap without guidance, so he dug out an old radio and hooked the other end up to an anonymous helper. They know a little too much about Laplace for comfort…Oh yeah, the old expeditionist used to send letters of his findings.

“YOKO”

The fox that runs Laplace. Despite the name, she is not a Yōko, she’s actually based off a Myōbu. She is quite strict, but that’s her job as the runner of Laplace. Like Gregory, she has a “one-winged angel” form, which is based off a Tenko.

“PONPOKO”

The tanuki that acts as Neko Zombie’s stand in. Like how NZ and Gregory’s relationship is based off the classic “cat vs mouse”, Yoko and Ponpoko’s relationship is based off the Japanese “Kitsune vs Tanuki”. He’s a much more jovial and round fellow.

“DR. RIVER”

A kappa that works as Laplace’s resident doctor. He is a kind man, in fact, he’s one of the more kinder residents in Laplace. Unlike Catherine, he will actually try to cure the guest’s illness and won’t just take them as live bait. He is also a man that’ll never break a promise. However, he is a little cowardly after an experience that made him put a helmet of water around his head.

“FAULT KID”

A Nopperabō who gets their kicks off enabling a guest’s despair. They usually change their appearance to reflect a person that the guest has wronged in the past. The only way to get rid of Fault Kid is to either ignore them or show a positive reaction instead of a negative reaction, then they’ll walk off to find someone else.

“POLY-SAN”

A arcade machine that plays a dating simulator on its screen. He seems like a regular arcade machine at first, but the more the in-game Poly-san gets attached to you, the more he reveals that he’s sentient. Poly-san is a Yandere who’ll even harm his “lover” if they “cheat”. Basically Catherine without the chest.

“COLD GIRL”

A young yuki onna that always cold. She wanders the halls, hoping to find a way to satiate her hunger for warmth. Should a guest hug her, they’ll suffer from an incurable sensation of coldness that’ll be around for at least an hour. She also has a mother called “Cold Mama” who is a tsurara onna with a similar yet worse coldness.

“RISADA”

A Warai onna dressed like a jester. She’s usually in the hallway practicing tricks. If a guest approaches Rasada, she’ll purposely fail her trick and begin laughing. Sooner or later, the guest will begin to laugh as well. Even after she leaves, they’ll still be laughing until they either pass out from the lack of air or they’re snapped out of it.

“HANGING BOY”

A Teru-Teru Bōzu who likes to play the game “hangman”. He’ll give the guest hints so they can spell the right word. It may be a simple game to him, but with that rope that spawned around the guests neck, it’s a game of life or death.

“THE KING”

An oni that’s behind Laplace’s creation. He has three servants: a blind one named “Mizar”, a deaf one named “Kika” and a mute one named “Iwa”. He is, as the title would imply, in cahoots with Yoko, the person running Laplace.

“THE MANZAI”

The current beating heart of Laplace. This is the fate of the first expeditionist. After he faced all the trials of Laplace, his escape prevented by one fatal mistake: He said his real name. But that’s a mistake that won’t be repeated, right Gabriel?

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That’s my lore dump done, feel free to ask me about my AU. I’m really passionate about it! Okay bye!

[selenacosmic]

Masterlist 3✧

The last update- 15. 12. 24

Ikemen sengoku

Headcanon.

General MC.

Warlords comforting MC after a loss.

The warlords’ children pranking them.

MC’s dog searches for her everywhere.

Nurse MC who honors the HIPPA

MC with a scar on her throat.

Japanese dragon MC lets them touch her reverse scales.

MC performs aarthi.

Teen!MC pulling a Mulan.

Warlords comfort MC after a big fight.

Pretty girl MC X Motonari.

Friendship beyond years.- pt 1

Claws and sweets. - shingen

An idol and his makeup artist - shingen

Warlords during a PTA meeting with teen!MC’s teacher.

Falling in love again. (1/2) - 2022 birthday special.

Falling in love again (2/2) - 2022 birthday special.

A sugared birthday (1/2) - 2023 birthday special.

A sugared birthday (2/2) - 2023 birthday special - nsfw.

Teen!MC pranks them with an airhorn.

MC and the warlords switch bodies.

The warlords switch bodies.

Friendship beyond years. Pt.2

Warlords comfort a stressed out MC.

MC screaming because of a spider. Pt.2

The warlords doing challenges for MC.

The warlords spending time with their families.

MC who has rosecea.

The warlords meet Kratos.

Warlords catch Teen!MC listening to boyfriend ASMR.

Painter MC asks to paint them.

Shingen with an MC that flirts back.

A Spider-Man MC (Gender neutral).

Shy MC that looks stoic to them.

Nobunaga with a cute MC.

Nurse MC who respects HIPPA pt.2

Fairy MC.

MC asks her warlord friends for love advice.

Masamune has a fight with his daughter.

Nobunaga’s teenage son falls in love with Teen!MC.

MC interrupts their streaming.

Which warlords would like a hyper feminine MC.

A MC!Valkyrie in the sengoku era.

A summer date(Shingen Takeda).

Idol MC.

Yandere warlords, but with consequences.

Teen!MC thinks her room is haunted.

Witch MC.

Rakugo actress MC.

Shingen gets injured and MC treats him.

If MC adopted an animal.

Warlords reaction to a genius but traumatized child.

A tanuki like MC.

MC is into spooky things.

MC’s friend from stranger things.

MC who can’t be teased.

Hippie MC.

Witch MC pt.2

Warlords accidentally make their babies cry.

How they would propose.

A heartfelt surprise (1/2) - 2024 birthday special.

A heartfelt surprise (2/2) - 2024 birthday special.

MC proposes to them.

[monstrouslyobsessed]

some super quick ask answering!! you know the drill.

tw: sex-ual implications, links to n'sfw works, and references to gore

Oh, may I give a few recs? Not exactly the yandere ones, but monster ones – Nemu is a treasure, really! I loved monster design in Lustful Kitty Cat and Tanuki's Lover is rlly sweet xD If talking about more yandere side, A Gently Sea Monster and a Lonely Girl r kinda nice, but I'm not a fan of artstyle.

Hope u didn't mind it, have a nice day!

(here's links on that recs, pls ignore if this is too much x"D)

Few of Nemu works: Lustful kitty cat--- bato.to/series/101308/lustful-little-kitty-cat Kissing is a no-no--- bato.to/series/101223/kissing-is-a-no-no Love Marking(sequel to kissing is a no no)--- bato.to/series/105109/love-marking Pure wet love--- bato.to/series/98787/pure-wet-love Tanuki's Lover--- bato.to/series/105054/tanuki-s-lover-official --- A Gently Sea Monster and a Lonely Girl --- https://comiko.net/chapter/2044214

Again, have a nice day! —anonymous

ive read all of those!! good taste, nonnie <3 especially since ive lost couple links and i couldn’t find them again. tysm!!

note to the curious: all of these are not safe for work!! and a couple may contain noncon. proceed on your own discrete.

Lol don’t apologize, I knew it was gonna be fucked when I read the tags I just didn’t realize ppl were making hentai into psychological warfare nowadays haha —anonymous

yeah (good written) horror pron (as in with legit pron) would do that to ya, theyre not that common though, which is unfortunate as it’s a niche thing i wouldve loved to see more of. pretty rare to find a good / decent story with both horror and pron, more so with the character leads surviving in the end. you’ll find more of these in animation, but in the live action ones (which…i don’t usually browse for, tbh), it’s a huge hit or miss with mostly on the miss since what ive seen is literally just pron on the horror setting and that is it. :\

i do try and contribute to that niche however i can tho lol

Any thoughts on the upcoming FF7 Rebirth game? —anonymous

im broke and i don’t have ps5 :c but also, gimme my vinny boi. where is he.

I think your re-interpretation of the Krasue was cool. I don't see why it would be offensive. But I wonder, when reader saw him without his scarf, he ripped his torso out of the rest of his body? I didn't really understand. —anonymous

sorry nonnie! i tried to keep the story short so ive left out some details (my bad) and ive sorta kept that vague for the readers personal interpretation. i actually kinda imagined several ways the darling couldve caught him changing

i also mentioned that the neighbor also wears long sleeves and gloves, ya? so he was probably all ‘gross’ under his neck thus why he had to wear a scarf. the reader walked in on him ‘naked’.

i also paralleled the scarf to another less commonly known story, The Woman With the Ribbon Around Her Neck, in which if the ribbon is removed, the woman basically falls apart. you can assume that the scarf could potentially do the same, getting it removed would have the neighbor ‘falling’ apart, so to say. the reader walked on him ‘falling’ apart the seconds after he’d discarded his scarf to let his ‘skin’ breathe or whatever.

another way is that, he was hiding the scars you'd have commonly seen with the dead who’d undergone the autopsy, but the stitches couldn’t keep him ‘together’ well enough so he’d have to wear a scarf and everything else to hide the fact that he was basically a walking corpse slash a monster possessing a human skin. the reader walked on him and caught the sight of his abnormal stitches and the neighbor probably started overreacting upon seeing his darling and tore himself out of his body or something. idk.

those are just several possibilities though (i…actually liked them all and i couldn’t decide on which to implement), but all revolving around the fact that the neighbor obviously never wanted to show any bit of naked skin but his face for good reasons + the reader being oblivious / a bit pushy about it.

i actually tried to have the story to sound a little like a common myth to teach a lesson about being too curious / too trusting but idk if that came cross that clearly.

hope that explained some??

and ig im being a bit of worrywart. i never wanted to offend anyone over their cultural values, as their culture is an important part of who they are.

slowly chipping away at my inktober thing. no promises though, since its giving me a bit of trouble and having debates if its too long or not lol

also, yep, im shadowbanned. i'll be posting a bit more about that tonight. gonna try and appeal. sighs.

as always, my inbox is always open for whatever~!

[n41r]

Also it's a bit sad that I probably have missed these beautiful time-limited men If they got a rerun, I'll try my best to catch up

I'm no hardcore meta or hardcore grind player, so just being able to get them would be a win for me tbh

And the boys I've been talking about are,

Shochu

I love his design and his personality seem to be hella fun Not to mention, the patterns and his clothing design remind me a bit of Prajna /slapped

Lasagna

What can I say, I just fell for that sinister expression on his ascension art- Does he have a sadistic, yandere, or cold personality??? I wanna know-

Tanuki Udon

I'm sorry, but his overall vibe remind me of my own beloved OC- It doesn't help that he is wearing a round glasses, my weakness- /slapped

I love how his eyes feels really gentle, but that smirk just spells mischievous It's just how I felt tbh, I haven't check his entry or his voicelines on the fanwiki-

Hii, hello~ Guess who tried to swear off Food Fantasy until the dev finally make a skin for Tom Yum, but today just broke that promise because she was curious if her game account is deleted after 2 years of inactivity???

Guess what?

My account is still accessible despite everything-

And everything still stay the same as well, I'm in disbelief-

I was allowed to just, instantly logged in to my account without needing to open login via gugel or fb-

Maybe because I'm using the same phone I used when I uninstall FoodFan???

Also, shout out to my old guild who didn't kick me out despite my 2 years of inactivity- Bless you all-

And for now...

I don't think I'll be back to FoodFan yet-

I still have my resentment with the dev for not even considering a skin for Tom Yum yet, and the current ongoing event and the current time-limited SR... doesn't really calls my name

I don't really like Ratatouille design tbh, it's meh for me (I give my sorry to her fans-) But I do appreciate Takowasa added to the permanent poll, I really like Takowasa

But still, I don't think I'll be back to FoodFan yet, today is just for checking if my account somehow survived 2 years of inactivity or nah-

[kakusu-shipping]

Like an open book

It is 4:30am, my Air Conditioning unit sounds like a washing machine on full power, and it is simply impossible to sleep, so let’s write a Nook X Reader, hm?

Tom Nook X Island Rep/GN!Reader

In which you eat dirt

“I see you...innocently running in a great field...” 

“They respond right away this time...”

Another quiet day was slowly winding to a close outside Resident Services windows as Tom Nook relaxed back into his chair, stretching his paws over the desk.

Across from him, his peppy assistant Isabelle was taking the down time to catch up on some novel one of the residents had recommended to her. Just watching her expressions, Nook had picked up the plot considerably. It was a romance, never too steamy and hardly sweet, somewhere near the middle the main hunk had betrayed the story’s maiden in some major way, and now, three chapters to the end, he way dying.

Tom was never sure if he was just remarkable at reading faces, or if young Isabelle was just too easy to read. He’d wondered if he was once that expressive, wearing a story on his face and he walked naively through life.

Looking back, it was probably fine that he had, and would have been better if he’d continued to do so.

Movement outside the front window pulled Nook from memory lane; The Island Rep was whizzing through the main plaza, a to-go coffee from Brooster’s in one hand, a gift from one resident to another in the other.

Now that was youth, Tom thought to himself, acting to stretch as he stood and made way to get closer to the window. The rep had practically built this island with their own two hands, and now spent their time running from one corner to the next, filling the museum with every bug, fish, fossil, and painting they could get their hands on.

They were quiet the feat, weren’t they? So vibrant, goal oriented, and caring to the other residents. They didn’t complain about the ludicrous amount of work assigned to them. If Nook were a younger man, he might have helped share that burden more evenly, spent less time in the tent and more time in the grass pulling weeds, planting flowers, and picking fruit.

Tom was once again snapped from past regrets by swift movement out the window. Still hot coffee spilled across the brick of the square, seeping into a gift wrapped apology gift that would probably have to be returned to the sender.

The Island Rep lay face down in the center of the square, still and flat. No one else was around to see them trip and catch the ground with their face, only Nook, who stood frozen at the window.

“Mr. Nook? What happened?” Isabelle half closed her book and looked up, sensing the sudden stillness.

Tom didn’t answer, instead rushing as fast as his old but not quiet middle aged old joints were willing to let him go. Isabelle, who’d at most seen Nook pretend race walk after his boys, was reasonably startled by his hurry, and quickly followed him.

Outside, the Rep had finally recovered enough to start pushing themselves up on their hands. Tom stood by to offer assistance, a quiet “Are you okay?” on his lips, though overly concerned thoughts of bruised ribs and knocked out teeth ran through his head at mach speed. They didn’t have a doctor on the island, why didn’t they have a doctor on the island?

The Island Rep pushed themselves to their feet, smiling and waving off Nook, “I’m fine, I’m fine” They said, which was simply not true, as it normally isn’t when one catches themselves on rough stone chin first.

Tom was rather surprised Isabelle hadn’t shrieked loud enough to alarm the entire island.

The Rep’s chin was gashed, bleeding down on their shirt. The cut matched their smile, wide and red and prominently centered in the face. It was the kind of wound that’d probably need stitches, not something one should just walk away with.

Which they almost did, mind you.

The Rep laughed off their fall and thanked Nook for checking on them all while picking up the trashed to-go coffee cup and delivery. If the adrenaline from the fall had worn off, they sure didn’t show it, as they continued on about having to bring the gift back to it’s sender, the clothing inside completely ruined with coffee.

“m-Mayor...” Isabelle looked as though she might faint, which was a fair reaction to have to such a mess on their peaceful town, “Y-You-r.. Your ch-chin...”

The Rep, or as Isabelle may address them as a left over from their previous town together, The Mayor, began to reach up to their chin, a question on their face. Tom stepped in quicker than expected, pressing his personal pocket hankie to the wound instead. The Island Rep flinched at the pressure.

So they can feel pain. That’s a good sign, probably.

“Hold this here.” Tom Nook spoke in a tone that held no room for argument, as his rep did as they were told, pressing the cloth into their chin with enough force to stop the bleeding.

“Isabelle,” Nook addressed, the younger jumping to attention, finally taking her eyes off their mayor, “Can you handle resident services alone for a bit? I’m going to take the rep to the HHP island, they have a hospital there.”

The words of protest started on the rep’s lips, and were stopped dead in their tracks by a look from Tom. They swallowed, and looked anywhere by at Nook, shifting the cloth on their chin.

“O-Oh. Y-Yes I will be fine!” Isabelle stood to attention and saluted, eyes shut firmly in a fit of determination.

Tom nodded and placed a paw on his rep’s shoulder, turning them to the airport, “I’m counting on you. And please return this if you have a moment.” He spoke, handing Isabelle the ruined present the Rep had been delivering.

Isabelle nodded, taking the coffee soaked gift, “I’ve got it! Have a safe flight!” She waved, beaming with confidence at being left alone in Resident Service.

Nook never took his paw off The Island Representative’s, his representive, your shoulder as he spoke to Orville about booking a flight. The flightless bird having much the same reaction as Isabelle to the gash in your chin, which you’d shown him unprompted by uncovering Nook’s kerchief just enough when Orville caught your eye.

On the plane his paw was on your knee, then thigh, into your hand. The whole time his leg bounced as he stared out the window. You wondered what kind of crazy nerves were rattling in that fuzzy head of his. What loops was he taking himself through scared for you, the island, poor Isabelle and Orville. What would Lottie say, he must be asking himself.

Perhaps he was planning to have the pavement in the plaza evened out, shaved down, or even pay to have it full repaved more flat. No more loose, uneven bricks, smooth clean concrete. But that wouldn’t look very pretty would it? And it would take time, and bells, and inconvenience those who needed Resident Services at all hours.

You leaned ever so slightly onto Nook, holding his paw between your fingers, watching him mentally go over every possible option to make sure a disaster like this never happens again, that everyone involved was properly compensated, and that you, oh so important you, recovered comfortably so you could be back on your feet, sprinting from here to there however you pleased as soon as possible.

“I see you...innocently running in a great field...” Katrina’s fortune from this morning played in your head as you closed your eyes, “I see a lost seagull sailor in need of help...” She’d said. You didn’t quiet understand at the time. Luck in Friendship, Misfortune in Health.

With Tom Nook’s paw finally relaxing in your hand, the flight calming the Tanuki’s anxieties, you supposed now it made a bit more sense.

[yanoverload]

Yandere Tanuki

"You're not gonna forget me to go play with those stupid Kitsune right?..."

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Some stuff about him ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

You met him when you ran away from your village after stealing something valuable from the village chief.

You meet Kouta in an abandoned shrine. You're the first person he's seen in ages. Love at first sight.

He acts like you are the deity of the shrine he protects since no one has been able to enter or leave the surroundings before. (The deity abandoned the shrine a long time ago, and the barrier they made has worn down) 

You decide to stay since it's better than being killed by the village and he's cute when he begs.

Cursed to speak only when spoken to. He can still make noises though.

He seems to have a big distaste over Kitsunes.... I wonder why.

Height: 170 cm (5'5 feet)

[ddarker-dreams]

Deep Sea II. Yan Scaramouche x F Reader

>Rating: Mature. >Warnings: Mild yandere themes, amnesia, violence (not against Reader).  >Word count: 4.5k. >Deep Sea Index.

CHAPTER II // WROUGHT FROM THE SEABED 

Your earliest memories are not of collecting chirping crickets during the warm Inazuman summers, hearing ghost stories about trickster tanuki turned to stone in Chinju Forest, nor playing ohajiki late into the evening with the neighborhood children until your mom called you in for supper.

What you can remember, however, is painful enough that you sometimes wish you couldn’t.

Coarse sand rubbing your skin raw. Seawater filling your nostrils, your lungs, your soul. Ocean waves crashing down, manipulating your limp body to and fro as if it were a rag doll. Even when you were on solid ground, you had no energy to lift yourself. So you laid there and waited for whatever to claim you first — the ocean’s waves or death. You had no preference between the two. All you wished for was that whichever it’d be, it would come fast and be done with.

There is no fate worse than an eternal wait.

You’d later learn that the place you washed ashore is called Amakane Island.

Misato said she thought you were a corpse at first. Perhaps you were, until she lifted you from the dense shoal and dragged you back to the okiya. You wouldn’t have guessed it from how dainty her figure looked, but her strength was built up from the years of wearing heavy kimonos. She laid your weak body down upon her futon and promised to help.

While you faded in and out of consciousness, ailed by an illness no physician could diagnose, she balanced training and aiding your recovery. In the rare times you were well enough to speak, she’d ask if you had family or friends she could contact. You didn’t believe you did.

Who you are, where you came from, what you had been doing; it was like this knowledge had been scrubbed clean from your mind.

The most you knew was your name — the single thread that connected whatever your past life was to the present.

Over time, your health and vitality returned. You didn’t have to rely on Misato for everything. Her strict lifestyle became of great interest to you. She rose every morning at seven, attended classes dedicated to the traditional arts, went to multiple appointments and performances, then would return at midnight or later.

“This,” she told you, “Is the life of a maiko. One who wishes to someday become a geisha.”

By the time you fully recovered, an idea rose to the forefront of your mind. You couldn't continue to use Misato’s kindness and sit around twiddling your thumbs while she worked so earnestly. Having no home or known family to return to, you asked if it was possible for you to train alongside her as well. You wanted to repay her kindness and forge a path of your own. Her veneer of grace faltered then, and for the first time since you met her, she looked her age. Young and vulnerable, like you promised a toy she always wanted yet never thought she could afford.

“I’ll need to introduce you to our okiya’s okā-san then. She’ll be the one to decide whether or not you can train here.”

Misato allowed you to borrow her kimono for your interview. She warned you of its weight and that you’d adjust to it over the coming months as you built up muscle. By the time she finished fastening it in place, you were perplexed, and asked if that was it.

It felt light as a feather to you.

“She’s too old, okā-san,” Ishioka Shizue decided at the conclusion of your first performance. “And we don’t know where she comes from either. She could still be in debt to another okiya for all we know; it’s not a risk worth taking.”

Ishioka Keiko smiled at you. “Have you trained elsewhere, child?”

“I haven’t.”

“Hmm…” Keiko placed a hand to her chin. “She’s either an actress worthy of a kabuki theater’s stage, or telling us the truth.”

Ishioka had no rebuttal.

“You said your name is [First], correct?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Your singing is pure and rings clear like a bell,” Keiko said. “From today onward, when you perform, you will take the name Suzuko.”

When you rested next to Misato in your new room, she expressed disbelief. To be given the suffix ko by the okā-san was considered a great honor — a piece of her legacy handed down to the next.

“Kujou, Kamisato, Kaedehara… we don’t have surnames to distinguish our lineage like other Inazumans,” Misato explained. “Our source of pride is our geimyô. You’ll have a great many expectations to live up to with a name like that, nee-chan. It won’t be easy.”

And so it wasn’t.

Flower arrangement, dance, singing, tea ceremony, knowledge of classic Inazuman poems and plays, Tenryou dialect, learning the shamisen, the koto; you were submerged into a new world. Shinju-an accepted nothing but excellence. Ishioka Shizue never minced her words or handed out undeserved praise.

“How did you balance this and tending to me?” You asked Misato one night, while you combed through her long, silky black hair. “I think I would’ve understood if you suffocated me with a pillow to be done with it.”

She didn’t correct your macabre language like you expected her to. Instead, her gaze became downcast, and her smile possessed an odd sense of melancholy.

“I realized it was the long-awaited answer to my prayers.”

Misato closed her eyes and continued, “I’ve prayed to the Narukami Ogosho and every other Inazuman god to have a family. It didn’t matter to me what it looked like, or if it wasn’t perfect, so long as I could experience that joy myself. The joy of belonging somewhere.”

The comb you held in your hand clattered noisily to the floor.

She turned around, and before she could ask what was wrong, you wrapped your arms around her in a tight embrace.

“That’s right,” you whispered. “How could I have forgotten…?”

“Hm?”

The reflection of two young girls forms in the fractured mirror of your subconscious. One who explored the abyssal depths, and the other, who guided those on solid land.

“Something tells me… that I’ve always longed to have a sister. I suppose we both had our prayers answered.”

“Would it be selfish of me to ask for more from the gods, then?”

You shook your head. “That’s why they’re gods. They should be used to us always asking for me as if they hadn’t just finished fulfilling our previous requests.”

“In that case, I’ll allow my heart to wish for more,” Misato decided. “I wish to graduate alongside my new sister. We’ll laugh together, cry together, and ultimately, become geisha together. I wish that… and to always have you by my side.”

“I’ll be here so long as you don’t get tired of me.”

“The day where the Raiden Shogun finishes pursuing eternity will come sooner than that.”

You’ve both been inseparable since.

-

Thoma takes his time counting Mora aloud.

After confirming it’s the correct amount, he tucks it into a velvet pouch, then gives it to you.

“Lord Ayato wanted me to extend his gratitude for coming on such short notice today,” Thoma places his hands on his hips and sighs. “I can’t believe he forgot about such an important meeting for the Yashiro Commission… I worry about him sometimes. Well, I suppose it’s to be expected, with how busy he is.”

There are some who fan the flames of rumor about Thoma for his status as an outsider, but you hold him in high regard. He’s everything you appreciate in a person: hardworking and easy to talk to.

“We’re always honored to work alongside the Kamisato Clan,” you say. Misato remains quiet and stands behind you, yet follows the conversation enough to not be rude.

Thoma tosses an extra coin your way that you catch with ease.

“Treat yourself to something nice, alright? You deserve it after all that hard work.”

Rejecting his generosity has never worked, so you accept it with a quiet thank you and tuck the coin away. The money you make from attending appointments is expected to go back to the okiya while you’re a maiko. The okiya pays for everything, from your elaborate kimono and kanzashi to your various lessons, which amasses a sizable debt. You’re a few years shy from paying yours off.

“Oh, before I forget,” Thoma waves you down, “Are you sure you’ll be good heading back to the city on your own? I heard it’s been getting dangerous lately. I have a few more things to wrap up, but if you can wait a bit, I’m happy to accompany you back.”

Misato looks at you to answer.

“Tempting as that is, Misato has an appointment in Konda Village that she can’t miss. We always keep to the main roads — it’ll be just fine.”

“Alright, alright. Stay safe you two. Lord Ayato would never let me live it down otherwise.”

You both bow your head and dismiss yourself from the Kamisato Estate.

It’s a picturesque day. Blue skies overhead, white puffy clouds, the weather mild and humidity nonexistent. You find yourself humming the final song you performed with a pep in your step. Misato lurks a few paces behind, ruminating over matters you’re sure she’ll speak up on eventually.

You wonder what you should do with your extra allowance. Maybe you could leave a heftier offering at the Grand Narukami Shrine and see if your next drawn fortune reflects it, or try the latest inventions at Tomoki’s food cart. He owes you a discount after having you test mochi filled with cream from Fontaine. You told him that just because he can, doesn’t mean he should.

“—Nee-chan.”

The time before that was dango speared onto a piping hot stick to keep it warm. From what you’ve heard, complaints were filed with the Commissioner's Office for that one…

“[First].”

“Huh? What? Oh,” you spot the riverbed and roll up your sleeves, much to Misato’s muted horror. She’s probably thinking about the work she’ll put into fixing the wrinkles. “Alright, come here and let me get you over.”

“It’s not that.”

You lower your arms. “I’m not carrying you across this time?”

“I was going to ask if we could take a quick break,” her eyes stay on the ground. “I’m feeling faint.”

There’s no good place to sit without the risk of dirtying your kimono, so Misato remains standing and quiet. It’s difficult to tell due to the oshiroi makeup she wears, but in the areas where the powder is thinnest, you notice the paleness of her skin. She’s overdoing it. You’d pretend not to notice when she tiptoes across the tatami floor in the middle of the night, leaving to practice her dancing for hours on end. You always tell yourself that you stayed silent out of consideration for her feelings. Deep down, you know it’s a different story.

“I messed up again.”

Misato’s voice is meeker than a mouse. It was during a dance that required both twirling and the maneuvering of a fan — she lost her balance and stumbled. You paused strumming the koto long enough for her to regain herself. No one pointed it out and she finished the performance strong. Still, for a perfectionist like Misato, you knew that wouldn’t be a comfort.

“That’s all I ever do,” she continues, “Is make mistake after mistake. It doesn't matter how hard I try, how many hours I practice until my feet go numb and bleed. Why can’t I do it right? What if I… can never do it right? Then you’ll graduate without me, and—”

“I won’t let that happen,” you reassure her, your hands firm on her trembling shoulders.

She laughs, the tone bitter and sardonic. “I’ve trained since childhood and you’ve already begun to surpass me. It’s only a matter of time.”

You worry your lower lip between your teeth. How powerless it is to not know how to comfort someone. Do you risk upsetting her by saying that you understand? Reveal that you intend to sabotage your chances at graduation until she can catch up with you? That would do nothing but make her lose face.

That’s when you hear it.

The crunch of twigs and leaves. There were no footsteps prior to the sound — whoever was approaching knew how to conceal their presence until they made that mistake. You lift your arm and hide a confused Misato behind it. Now that your attention is piqued, you realize that you’ve been surrounded. Five… no, six men of medium to tall builds have fanned out to cut each potential escape route.

“Keen senses, for a girl who spends her day frolicking and flirting.” A deep voice speaks up from the thickets. He steps out into your line of sight and you freeze. That loose-fitting outfit, style of hat, and katana sheathed upon his hip… this must be a nobushi. Wandering ronin who live without a master to serve and have fallen into banditry.

“Hand over anything valuable you’ve got,” he demands. Slowly, as not to incite suspicion, you reach into your obi and secure the velvet pouch Thoma paid you with. You fling it toward the ground in front of him and hear the coins clink around inside. He picks it up, weighs it in his palms, and hums.

“Good. Now get the other one to do the same.”

Misato’s breathing turns frantic when his attention shifts to her. You force yourself to think, to act, to do whatever it takes to keep this situation from escalating.

“She doesn’t have anything,” you manage to force out. “I was the one carrying all of our money. Please believe me.”

The subsequent silence is tortuous.

“We should frisk her, boss,” one of the men still hiding in the shadows suggests.

Before his leader can approve, he takes a step toward Misato. You turn on your heel in his direction to keep her behind you. Beneath the wide brimmed visor of his hat, you see his eyes narrow, as if scrutinizing the unfolding scene before him. Without warning, he launches himself forward. He unsheathes the katana on his waist — the metal glinting and sharp enough to slice through bone — and you brace yourself for an unceremonious end.

The hairs on the back of your neck rise.

You hear it before you can see it. This sensation that permeates in the air — you’ve felt it somewhere. When you walked through the dancing pink petals near Inazuma City, which Misato called “sakura blooms”. The static electricity emanating near the clusters sent your hair flying in all directions and had you laughing until a fed up Misato dragged you away.

It’s similar to that, but infinitely stronger; and concentrated as well.

The nobushi fall to the ground one after another like they were nothing more than pesky flies, swatted away by an invisible force. The man who rushed at you is the first to collapse, his muscles spasming wildly and no longer under his control. Foam bubbles out from his gaping mouth which never had the chance to release a proper scream.

“Misato, don’t look!” You yell over at her. She squeezes her eyes shut at your instruction and reaches out, blindly grasping for your hand amidst the chaos. You take it and intertwine your fingers.

“For all the money that place generates, they can’t even bother hiring guards for their workers? What an embarrassment.”

This is a voice that you recognize, although you wish you didn’t.

From behind the initial nobushi who approached you, a silhouette appears, the distinct design of the hat with billowing veils coming into sight. You never once sensed his presence until he decided to reveal himself. The nobushi, who easily towers over Scaramouche by a foot, is the last to tumble onto the ground in a fit of involuntary twitching. Scaramouche walks over him, his countenance almost bored at the horrors unfolding before him.

He presses his geta against the fallen nobushi’s neck and frowns. “Still holding onto life? I suppose I did have to stop the other dross from killing that foolish woman, but still… your constitution isn’t half bad. Is that how these troupes choose leaders now? By picking whoever’s head is the hardest?”

A sickening crack resonates in the air as Scaramouche applies more pressure to the nobushi’s neck.

“Stop!” You exclaim, causing his head to snap in your direction. Misato covers her ears with her hands and sinks onto the ground. Sensing you’ve spoken out of turn, you try again in a softer tone, “I mean… please, there’s no need to go that far.”

Scaramouche clicks his tongue yet does as you ask and removes his foot.

“What? Are you going to ask me to resurrect them next?”

You swallow a growing lump in your throat. “Wait, you mean they’re…?”

“You’re by all means welcome to check, but since I’m feeling generous today, I’ll save you the trouble,” Scaramouche kicks the nobushi onto his back and appraises his lifeless features. The blood vessels in his neck and face have taken an unnatural, violet hue, as have his parted lips. It isn’t a pleasant sight, yet you don’t find yourself as sickened as you think you should be.

“Misato, it’s over with,” you bend down to meet her on the ground. “Let’s not stay here too long, okay? We should head back to the city before it gets dark and leave this behind. Here, take deep breaths. In… and out… now in, then out…”

It takes a few minutes, but Misato is able to regain a fraction of her composure with your assistance. You lead her away from the scene by her shoulders, carving out a path so she wouldn’t have to see the bodies littered on the ground. All the while, Scaramouche observes your interaction, his arms crossed over his chest.

You turn around once you’ve led Misato far enough away and bow your head.

“Thank you for saving us, Lord Scaramouche.”

“Scaramouche…?” Misato mumbles. You assume she finds the name bizarre like you do and think little of it.

“You wouldn’t have required saving if you hadn’t pulled that little stunt,” he strides over in your direction as if the situation were no more ordinary than an evening stroll. You can’t fight the scowl that takes refuge on your face — this man is as unpleasant to deal with as he was a month ago. Here you were deluding yourself into thinking your meeting was a one-time ordeal. Did the negative fortune from weeks prior still stand? A trip to the Grand Narukami Shrine might be in order.

Wait, did he just imply that this massacre was somehow your fault…?

“What ‘little stunt’ might that be?” Your smile is eerily wide and strained.

“This generation of maiko sure is charming, the masters at Shinju-an have outdone themselves,” Scaramouche bends down and takes the Mora pouch from the deceased nobushi. “Your stance. These things were trained as samurai once, if you can believe it.”

Another kick to the unresponsive body.

“When you took an offensive posture, their swordsmen instinct took over. You went from being a robbery victim to a potential threat.”

“A threat?” You laugh at the insinuation and motion to your elaborate yet restrictive outfit. “In this? I’d sooner bore them to death by reciting the fifty-four manuscripts of Genji monogatari.”

“You’d make for such a lovely thing to look at if not for that mouth of yours.”

“I could say the same applies to you.”

He rolls his eyes yet continues, “There are such things as hidden blades, you know. Those who possess Visions are capable of summoning weapons from nothing as well. Any fighter would’ve come to this conclusion after the posture you took.”

“Well, I don’t have hidden weapons on my person nor a Vision.”

“Oh, I’m well aware,” Scaramouche’s eyes flitter to Misato and then back to you, a grin splitting his face in two. “Think what you will. I’ve already told you, haven’t I? That you wouldn’t believe me.”

Each step that he takes closer to you is accentuated by chiming bells. Unlike those attached to Misato’s okobo shoes and the maiko in the hanamachi district, this sound grates your ears and incenses you further. That self-satisfied gait, gaudy clothing, how he looks down his nose at everyone… you’ve never had the displeasure of knowing anyone like him in your time on Narukami Island. You can feel your temper slipping like sand through your fingers.

Scaramouche extends the bag in front of you and waves it. “If you were willing to die for this meager amount, you must want it back, no? It’d be a shame to return to your owner empty-handed.”

“Why, you—!”

“Thank you very much for your unprecedented generosity, Lord Scaramouche,” Misato gingerly takes the bag from his grasp and does a complete ninety-degree bow. She juts her head, motioning for you to do the same. When you refuse, she puts her hand on your back, and applies pressure until you give in. “Please forgive my companion. It’s been a long day and I’m afraid she lost herself — I’ll see to it that she’s properly reprimanded later.”

By the time you both rise, the interest on Scaramouche’s face fades into apathy.

“Personally, I think she’s beyond help.”

You part your lips at the provocation then close them. Now that you’ve taken a step back from the situation, you realize an ugly truth; he enjoys riling you up. You’ll need to remain mindful of that pitfall and start sidestepping it.

“We should get going,” Misato whispers. “I’m already going to be late for my appointment in Konda Village.”

“You still intend on attending that? Wouldn’t it be better to get some rest after all that just happened? If we explain the situation to Ishioka-sensei, I’m certain she’d understand.”

“Konda Densuke is one of the ochaya’s oldest and most respected clients. It’d send a poor message to cancel an appointment on his birthday.”

You still your tongue. Misato has returned to the pragmatic young lady you’ve come to know and rely on; it’s difficult to believe that she was the one frozen up minutes ago. Witnessing such violence would make any normal individual’s knees weak.

“What a lucky coincidence — I happen to be heading toward the city myself.”

“We’d be honored by your presence, Lord Scaramouche,” Misato picks up on his implicit message and extends an invite. After sparing you a final glance, he strides in front, leading the way to Byakko Plain without further comment.

Now that you’re facing him from the back, you notice the character upon his veil: aku, or evil. What possessed him to wear clothing with such ominous inscriptions? The longer you stare at him, the more convinced you become that he’s an actor who has forgotten to break character. Method acting, perhaps?  

You come to a split in the path that leads to Konda Village on the right, and Inazuma City on the left.

“This is where I’ll part ways, then,” Misato bows to Scaramouche then turns her attention to you. That look in her eyes is the signature glint she gets whenever she’s pleading for you to not do anything foolish. You smile and nod to reassure her.

This area has a heavier doushin presence since it’s closer to the city — you needn’t worry about bandits here. Once her figure fades into the horizon, you make way for the city.

“Giving me the silent treatment, are you?”

“If you speak to me, my lord, I’m more than happy to respond.”

“Hm,” Scaramouche slows down to walk alongside you. “Would you act differently if I was polite, then? I’ve never seen the value in such things.”

If he insisted on treating you like a toy, then you would refuse to be an exciting one. Boredom would catch up sooner or later and you’d be free from his presence. Don’t make free entertainment out of yourself, you think.

“If I could choose, I’d pick friendliness over being polite.”

“Then you’ve chosen the wrong country to live in.”

“Even so,” you spot the shallow beaches of Amakane Island and frown, “The happenstance of our birth doesn’t determine the trajectory of our lives; we do.”

“Doesn’t it though? Can an arrow change its path once it’s been released from the bow?”

“If I didn’t like the target I was destined for, then yes. I’d call down a storm to change my direction.”

“I can’t tell if you’re an idealist or a fool.”

You smile at him. “How about both? Are the two not one in the same?”

“That might be the first intelligent thing you’ve said all day,” Scaramouche replies. You choose not to linger on the backhanded compliment and carry on. The cobblestone path winding into Hanamizaka, the mediatory area connecting Byakko Plains and the commercial Tenryou district, comes into sight. Excited evening chatter mixes with the creaks and groans of the archaic water wheel.

You spot a head of strawberry blonde hair coming your way — the Queen of the Summer Festival herself, Naganohara Yoimiya.

“Oh, if it isn’t [First]! And… uh… an actor? Is there a play scheduled for tonight that I didn’t know about?”

You knew you couldn’t be the only one to make this connection. In your peripherals, you see Scaramouche’s eye twitch.

“Ishioka was just asking me about you. She thought we were off playing together again and came prepared to scold me,” Yoimiya shivers at the memory. “I stuck to the code and said I didn’t know anything. Which, now that I think about it, I guess I didn’t. Anyway, you better head back before she puts you in solitary confinement for a month again.”

“I believe I have a solid excuse to get out of it this time.”

Your iemoto might be relentless, but even she would have to grant leniency for almost dying during a robbery… you think.

“Good luck with that then.”

Yoimiya bounds off into the direction you came from, likely to test new fireworks if you were to guess. Otherwise, she’d earn the wrath of the Tenryou Commission and get lectured by Kujou Sara again…

“As you can see, friendliness grants you many allies,” you motion to your retreating energetic companion.

He raises an eyebrow. “All I see is that simpletons tend to attract each other.”

“Then I suppose we’ll repel, my lord?”

Scaramouche mutters something beneath his breath that you don’t catch.

“Delightful as your company is, I have business to attend to elsewhere,” Scaramouche detaches himself from your side and you immediately find yourself breathing easier. Then, peering over his shoulder, he adds, “I look forward to seeing your performance later.”

While he retreats into the crowd, a sole question takes root and proliferates in your mind.

How did he know you were scheduled for tonight’s ozashiki?

[space-dragon-ace]

Tomo~

Characters: Yandere!Kazuha & Reader Word count: 2908 Description: Kazuha lost a lover once. He is determined to keep the new one safe Additional info: TW: Yandere, Physical Abuse, Unhealthy Relationship, Mention of Murder, Angst, Hurt no Comfort Tagging: @clouds-rambles; @gh0stchoir; @coco-goat-milk; @runawayengineer

Shapeshifting was an ability passed down in your family for generations. Unlike the Tanuki or the Kitsune, who could only change between their animal and their human form, you could imitate everyone you ever saw and heard. Your family had a special job in Inazuma, helping those who suffered from loss. People who lost their beloved friends or family members could give in to the illusion of speaking to them again. You'd take on the appearance of someone and let the customers pour out their hearts. There was only one rule, you'd only change once. The people had one last chance to speak, and after that, it was over. After all, it was hard to move on if you could get a doppelgänger and pretend your loved one was still alive.

Today, you'd give this offer to your best friend, Kazuha. Now that he had gotten Tomo's Vision back, he had asked you to let him speak to him again, one last time. His death had been hard on both of you, but you didn't doubt Kazuha took it worse. If this would help him move on in life, you would gladly take on the mantle of your deceased friend. And so it came that you were sitting in a small room in the back of your parent's shop. It was lit by candles, and some essence filled the room with the smell or citrus and flowers. As soon as the door opened, your appearance changed, and Kazuha knelt in front of you.

„Tomo...“, he whispered. His hand rose slowly, coming up to touch your cheek. Only an inch away though, he stopped himself, pulling his hand back. „I miss you, Tomo. So much. I miss your voice, and your warmth. It's so cold at night, when you're not holding me.“ On the inside, you furrowed your brows in confusion. „I miss everything. How you'd hold me, your laugh, your smile. How you looked at me when you pushed my hair out of my face. I-“, he sniffled, „I miss your lips on mine. Archons, Tomo! I miss you so much!“ If you blushed, you hoped it wasn't visible. That Kazuha and Tomo had been lovers was new to you, neither had ever said anything. But now you understood why his death had affected Kazuha so much more than anyone. Carefully, you reached out your hand, placing it on Kazuha's head. He flinched, curling himself until he was only a ball. „I'm sorry, [Y/N]. But please, leave me alone for a bit“, he requested. You simply nodded, rising to your feet and leaving the room. He was your best friend, whatever he needed, you'd provide.

You went to meet a friend, hoping he could take your mind off of things. He was used to it, some people revealed things that were upsetting, and you needed time for those as well. It was why he didn't said anything when you arrived, still looking like Tomo. Sometimes, the things you heard were clouding your mind so much, you simply forgot to change back, or didn't have the concentration for it. By now he knew better than to comment on it, instead offering you some food and a drink. What you didn't knew, however, was the inside of Kazuha's mind. Seeing Tomo's face again had broken something inside his mind, and now, a darkness was growing in him. The knowledge that it hadn't been Tomo, but you who was only transformed, faded from his mind. Whatever it was that had shattered, now his sanity was slipping. Memories of Tomo flooded him, and slowly, a decision was made. He rose to his feet, determined to find Tomo again. The Shogun got him once, and he wouldn't let it happen again. He would protect his beloved!

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You woke with a groan, your head throbbing with pain. With blurry eyes, you looked around, realizing you were in Kazuha's bedroom. How strange, the last you remembered was walking home from Yoimiya's shop. Did the stress cause you to faint, and Kazuha found you? Probably, what a luck he had been there, you should thank him. With a smile, you sat up, intend to find your friend and express your gratitude. But as you tried to leave the bed, you found yourself unable to do so. Confused, you looked at your wrist, where you had felt a pull. All color drained from your face when you saw what held you back.

A cuff was on your wrist, with a thick metal chain that tied you to the ground. You pulled your arm again, the situation not sinking in, not making any sense. Why would Kazuha trap you like this?! As if on cue, your blood ran cold again. What if it hadn't been Kazuha who found you, but a stranger? Someone who broke into this house and killed your best friend, just so they could keep you here. Dread crept up your back, your head slowly turning towards the door. You had heard someone on the other side, and you were not interested in finding out what insane bastard your captor was. You only hoped Kazuha was okay, and that your disappearance would be noticed soon. Then, people would look for you, find you, and save you. As the door was pushed open, you dove under the covers. Like a child hiding from the monsters, but you knew that a simple blanket wouldn't save you.

„Tomo~“ You froze. No. This couldn't be. „Tomo~ Are you still asleep, my dear?~“ Kazuha's voice was so soft, so gentle. But it held some darkness, that was not how your friend usually talked to you. He placed a hand on the blanket, gently shaking you. „Come on Sleepyhead~ Rise and shine~“ You didn't move, couldn't move. The fear was paralyzing you, taking away every ability but breathing. Kazuha laughed lightly, placing down whatever he had held in his hands before grabbing the blanket. „Rise and shine~“, he repeated, pulling the blanket away. You looked at him, fear painted over your face. His own went from smiling to confused, blinking at your shaking form. „You are not Tomo“, Kazuha said flatly, dropping the blanket. „No, it's me, [Y/N]“, you spoke up, trying to take his arm. Kazuha avoided you, taking the tray of food he had placed down. Without another word, he turned around, leaving you behind. How long you called for him, trying to break free, you didn't know. Just that Kazuha ignored you, no matter how desperate your voice was. The sun rose up, passed her zenith and sunk again, giving way for the stars and moon. The tears had long stopped falling, hunger gnawing at you mind. Your wrists hurt with how often you had tried to pull it free, even trying to break it, just so you could escape. Obviously, it hadn't worked, only helping in bringing another throbbing pain to your brain. With a defeated sigh, you collapsed on the bed, curling into a small ball. People had to notice you were missing soon, and then they would start searching. It was only a matter of time until you were rescued, and Kazuha wouldn't let you die, right? You dearly hoped he wouldn't, but then again, you couldn't even recognize him at the moment. He was no longer acting like your best friend.

The night went by, and a new day began. Kazuha did not enter the room, continuing to ignore you. Hunger and thirst grew, your stomach screaming, throat dry as the desert. Your head pounded with pain from the dehydration. You called for Kazuha again, hoping against hope that he'd show mercy and come to you. Of course he didn't, and another night came, before the sun rose once more. Third day in captivity, without food or water. To say you were desperate for water was an understatement. But Kazuha wouldn't give you some. And you knew you needed it to survive. Normally, you would have hated what you were about to do, but in that moment, you couldn't care less. It was a life or limb decision, and you were determined to survive. Using your powers, you shifted to look like Tomo. Kazuha had called you by his name, this was probably the only way to get his attention. „Kazuha!“, you weakly called out, almost flinching when you heard Tomo's voice. It felt wrong, so horribly wrong and disgusted you. All your life you had been taught to not abuse your power, and now you did just that. Given the circumstances, it should be forgivable. Footsteps were heard, before Kazuha entered. A smile spread on his face as he saw you. Or, as far as he was aware, Tomo. „Hello my sweet darling~ Do you need something?~“, he asked, kneeling down next to the bed. „Water“, you croaked out, your throat was hurting so much. Kazuha smiled. „Of course, dear~ Right away~“

He returned a few minutes later, passing you a glass of water. You emptied it in big gulps, your throat burning a little less. Kazuha kept refilling your glass, until you lowered it. „Are you hungry, my dear?“, he asked, and before you could say anything, your stomach grumbled audibly. He laughed, looking at you adoration. Normally, this would have flattered you. Now, it only creeped you out. „I will make your something quick~ Just wait here, my love~“ Only when he rose to his feet, you found your strength again, grabbing his wrist. „Wait!“, you coughed „Why am I chained up?!“ Kazuha looked at you in surprise, before it melted back into that uncanny smile. „To keep you safe, of course. The Shogun hurt you once already, we don't want that to happen again, right?“ You watched as he left, stunned silent. The horror chilled you to the bone as the reality of this situation sunk in. Kazuha thought you were Tomo. Tomo, who was very much dead and six feet under, killed by the Archon. You had only wanted to help Kazuha find closure, not cause this reaction in him. Whatever one might call this behavior. You wanted to be saved, right now, and you wanted Kazuha back. The normal Kazuha, who smiled friendly at you and invited you out to watch the stars and drank your favorite tea, even though he didn't like the flavor at all. The Kazuha who was friendly to you, and did not chain you in his bedroom, ignoring you until you almost died of dehydration.

Half an hour later, Kazuha returned, carrying a bowl of food and sitting down on the bed. „Open up~“, he sing-sanged, holding up a spoon to your mouth. „I can eat by myself“, you mumbled, not wanting to anger Kazuha, but also not wanting to give up your autonomy. Kazuha blinked, before he chuckled. „I know that, silly~ But am I not allowed to be cute and feed my beloved?~“ If you were not so exhausted and scared, you would have huffed. It would be cute, yes. If you were not a prisoner, actually his beloved and okay with this situation! But this? This, was not cute. It was a horror story, and you were the unwilling protagonist. Then again, if you dropped the facade now, if you were not careful, who knew what he would do to you. You were not interested in angering him again, starving or dying of dehydration was not a fun way to go. But you also didn't knew how long you could keep this act up, or how to escape. You couldn't just attack Kazuha, all of the outcomes were horrible. You'd either injure him and make him more than furious, or you'd kill him and then you would be stuck, with no one knowing you were here. Celestia herself was against you it seemed, and you needed to figure out a plan, sooner rather than later. But for the moment, you allowed Kazuha to feed you. You couldn't fight on such an empty stomach.

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Days passed, in which nothing changed. Kazuha gave you food, kept you company and cuddled you in the night, as long as you kept Tomo's appearance. If he came back to the room when this facade was dropped, your powers too drained to keep it up, he'd turn on his heel and ignore you, until you looked and sounded like Tomo again. If people already searched for you, you didn't know. If they has asked Kazuha if he knew were you were, you didn't know. Kazuha refused to even acknowledge your existence, saying that 'Tomo' didn't need to be concerned about others. Why should his beloved care about anyone other than him, when they were such a happy couple? You almost laughed at this, happy couple, your ass! Happy couples didn't do this, a good partner didn't lock their significant other up like a pet! But you didn't say anything, not wanting to face the consequences. And the days passed. This one though, it would throw off the pattern you had gotten used to. Kazuha had left in the morning, claiming he needed to run some errands. You had dropped the transformation right away, collapsing back on the bed. Keeping this act up all the time was tiring, and left you with little ability to actually plan your escape. The only thing you came up with up to now was something you had read in a horror novel. A woman cuffed to the bed, like you were, before her husband died of a heart attack, leaving her all to herself. She had freed herself by slicing her wrists and using the blood as a lubricant. You had dismissed this idea, because you didn't even had anything you could injure yourself with. Not to mention that the blood loss would quickly knock you out.

Outside the room, you heard footsteps, quickly taking Tomo's appearance back on. Kazuha opened the door, and you froze where you were sitting. You were already afraid of your former best friend, and what he could do to you in his deranged, broken mind. But what you saw now was utterly terrifying, and made you whimper in fear. Slowly, you crawled backwards, trying to bring more space between you and him. He looked utterly insane now, with his grin going from ear to ear, showing off his teeth. His eyes wide and starring directly at you, almost overflowing with happiness. This was already creepy enough on a normal day, but now, now it was so much worse. And it wasn't just because he held you captive. Kazuha's face, hands and torso were covered in half-dried blood. „Hello my sweet darling!~“, Kazuha cheerfully greeted you, strolling inside, „I'm sorry for the dirt, but I had to protect you~“ „Protect me?“, you asked, your voice small and in disbelief. He smiled, sitting down on the bed. „Oh yeah. There were some people who searched you, no doubt from the Shogun. But don't worry, I made sure that none of them will ever find you~“ Your blinked, the words making no sense to your brain. Then your blood ran cold, as the meaning hit you. The blood had already left no room for doubt that Kazuha had killed someone, but with what he was saying now, it got ten times worse.

He had killed people who had been looking for you, trying to find and rescue you. The very people you had hoped would come for you were now dead, and Kazuha was the one who had done it. And given how he looked, how little problem he seemed to have doing it...he would do it again. Every time someone searched you, he'd kill them. The shock caused you to drop Tomo's appearance. Kazuha looked at you, blinking. Then his eyes went dark and he growled. In the next moment, you were on your back, Kazuha's hands wrapped tightly around your neck. „What did you do to Tomo?!“, he screamed at you, one hand raising to hit you in the face. You let out a pained, choking sound, trying to get air in your lungs. To no avail, Kazuha had a vice grip on you. „Where is he?! What have you done to him?!“ Your vision grew blurry, your hold on reality was fading. You needed to do something, or he could kill you. That much was clear, Kazuha's insanity would make him kill you. Using the last of your strength, you took on Tomo's face again, and the pressure on your throat vanished in an instant. Taking a deep breath, you opened your eyes again, looking at Kazuha. His face had switched from furious to concerned, eyes so soft and loving. „Tomo! Why is your nose bleeding, who hurt you?“ You almost laughed at the question, the situation so hopeless and deranged that it was your first instinct. But you didn't, you only stared.

Kazuha treated your nose, wiping away the blood and putting some healing ointment on it. Then he went to shower and got changed, the blood disappearing from his form. When he came back into the bedroom, you hadn't moved a single muscle, blankly starring up to the wall. He settled down next to you, moving your body so he could cuddle you from behind. „I will make sure no one ever separates us again~“, he promised. And you believed his words, a single tear running down your face.

[i-became-the-lady-of-the-blog]

This Joker!MC is getting interesting. Okay, what if MC tries to attack them while laughing and they tried to strangle the living devil out of the yandere characters and they're like "Wh-what? Th-this wasn't s-upposed to hA-pPeen- Gh-Ack!" but there was a loud noise in the background and some lightning flashed with thunder rumbling afterwards. The yandere character closes their eyes from the sound which became an opportunity for MC to escape never to be seen again. And now the yandere characters are left alone, with a dead tanuki's body in front of them and a bloddy handprint of MC beside him.

Continuation of this

MC becomes the thorn on their side or more like arch nemesis

MC keeps telling them they wouldn’t be able to exist if it wasn’t for them while laughing while they keep putting the yandere characters and their loved ones in extreme danger. They cause anarchy and increase crime in the yandere characters’ cities

Don’t let them near a crowbar with the yandere character’s son.

In this case, Lilia has the short straw. While he is busy elsewhere which is caused by MC again. MC is with Silver, holding a crowbar and wants to teach him some manners. After that session, they leave. Since MC loves surprises, they put explosives in the building Silver is in. He tries to escape but the doors are locked and magic proof. By the time Lilia reaches Silver’s building, it’s too late

Too bad they don’t have Lazarus Pit there. Lilia shouldn’t have done all the things he did to MC. Silver’s blood is in his hands

[yandere-ac]

The 24th of December

Cw: yandere, kidnapping, obsessive behaviour, implied murder

Ding dong, ding dong

The sounds of the island bell tune rang through the air as the clock struck 6 pm. You were out on a small stroll around the island, trying to calm your nerves as anxiety and tension festered in your stomach. Soon it was time, time for you to go home and get ready. Get ready for what? The dinner with the Nook family. Mr Tom Nook himself had invited you to celebrate toy day with him and his boys. Now this wouldn’t have been a problem a couple of months ago, you had been to their house multiple times and had eaten dinner with them as well. It wasn’t unexpected since you and Tom had an unspoken thing going on. Tom was a little old fashioned when it came to labels, he didn’t need to put any label on most of the factors in his life. His sexuality? Who cares, he's attracted to whoever he’s attracted to. His relationship to Timmy and Tommy? If they wanted to see him as a mentor then that’s fine, if they wanted to see him as a dad then that’s also fine. His relationship with you? Partners, soulmates, whatever you wanted to call it. He didn’t really care too much, he just knew what was there was real, and it very much was not just platonic. None of you had really acknowledged it, it all started as mutual admiration and trust from both sides, as any good relationship should. You watered it down to you wanting comfort and encouragement in your life, which Tom was very good at providing. But then it slowly turned into a sort of attraction, attraction that you were not ready to face. So you ignored it. But then came turkey day. You, just like toy day, were invited to eat dinner with Tom, Timmy and Tommy. And you did, and you had so much fun. The four of you ate food, watched movies, played games, and at the end of the day, after Tom put Timmy and Tommy to bed, you and him hung out together. You two just sat and talked while, admittedly, having a couple of glasses of wine. But that didn't matter, what mattered was what you said during your little chat. Tom had started talking about him and Redds past relationship. Which hadn't been new, Tom had talked about him before, mainly about how horrible he was and how he had hurt him, so this isn't exactly new territory for you. And yet, everytime you heard Tom speak about Redd, you still felt just as angry. Redd had no right treating Tom the way he did. The way he scammed poor Tom as if he was nothing more than a gullible fool, it made your blood boil. Tom deserved to be treated like the wonderful person he was, he deserved someone that loved and cared about him, someone like… You might have gotten a bit too overzealous as you told Tom what a bastard the fox was and how he deserved better. And you might have slipped up and accidentally told him something you probably shouldn't have.

You don't remember much from that evening, maybe because of the alcohol, maybe because of repression. You only remembered small glimpses here and there, some laughter, some crying, at one point you swore you two watched a movie. But beyond that, nothing, nothing but darkness. You had woken up that morning next to Tom, quite literally. It had seemed you two slept in the same bed, his bed. And it would appear that he might have clung onto you during the night because as you woke up, Tom had his arms wrapped around you. You had tried to get up carefully, not wanting to wake him up. But when you did so, Tom pulled you back down rather aggressively. And so, you just laid there for about 20 minutes before Tom finally got up.

Ever since Turkey day, Tom's behavior had started getting weirder and weirder. Anytime you entered the residential service he would stare at you with the same eerie smile as if he was a bear staring at an injured little rabbit. It made you increasingly more uncomfortable, the only reason you felt a little better was the fact that Isabelle was there with you. You remembered one time when you were discussing a resident that had been bothering you with Isabelle. Jacques, the blue bird that simply would not leave you alone. He’d been the cause of much of your disturbance and stress during the upcoming holidays. But during your conversation, you felt a pair of eyes practically drilling themselves into your perimeter. You looked over to Tom only to see he was, like usual, staring at you two. But his gaze seemed more out of it, almost unfocused, and yet, there seemed to be spite in his eyes. As soon as he noticed that YOU noticed him he immediately looked away for a few seconds before rising out of his seat and walking towards you and Isabelle.

"Hi Tom, how’s it going?" You greeted him, giving your construction consultant a half-baked smile. He smiled in return, face going from a slight frown into more of a tired smile. "I’m doing quite alright Y/N. I apologize for intervening but it would appear that O’hare is still bothering you?" Tom said as he gave you a pondering look. "Well... no. He hadn’t really been respectful of my boundaries or left me alone even when I and Isabelle have told him off several times." You told the tanuki, you could see his tail twitch slightly as you told him this. "Ah, I see. Well, I’m terribly sorry to hear that. Maybe it’s my time to step in then? No offense to your methods or anything Isabelle, but they don’t seem to be working. I know you don’t want me to intervene but I feel like I need to do something if it’s getting this bad." Tom said, turning to his coworker and giving her a look of sympathy. He knew Isabelle struggled with her appearance since not a lot of people took her as seriously as they should be, but he couldn’t just stand back while he watched you get harassed by this bird. Isabelle let out a small sigh and a slight frown. "I suppose you're right about that Tom. I think you would be a little bit more effective than I am." She looked back at you. "I’m sorry we let this get so out of hand Y/N." Before you could respond, Tom jumped in and said something, something that might not have meant to sound as hostile as it did, but nevertheless still did. "It’s simply unacceptable." Something about the way he said it, the way his eyes trailed off, the way his eyes narrowed. The initial phrase might not have been so bad, but the way he said it, it sent shivers up your spine, which Tom immediately reacted to. "Hmm? Are you cold Y/N? Or sick?" His eyes turned from minacious to gentle like a light switch being turned on. "N-No no! It’s fine. Just a random shiver. Don’t worry Tom." You said with a smile. A genuine smile. Even if Tom could be a little obstinate and overprotective, you knew it came from a good place. He cared for you, and you appreciated that. "Nonsense, if you’re feeling under the weather then you should go home Y/N dear." Tom insisted as he stroked your arm gently. You knew there was no fighting him once he made his mind up, guess you’re sick now.

That evening when you left the residential services you could feel Tom staring at you through his window as you left. You knew he meant well but sometimes he could be a little overwhelming. You just hoped he didn’t do anything to harsh with Jacques

You let out a deep sigh, a cloud of fog exiting your mouth as you did so. Cold air filled your lungs as you took yet another breath in. It was almost time, you should probably head home. As you walked across the shoreline of the island, on your way to your house, you felt a clump form in your stomach. You felt strange, almost uneasy. You didn’t want to say that you felt anxious about the dinner, but that was probably the closest expression that would describe how you felt. You knew it wouldn’t be a problem at first. Timmy and Tommy would be present until it was their bedtime, it was after that bedtime that you were worried about. You hadn’t been alone with Tom since Turkey day, and you were worried about what would happen once you were. But at the same time, you needed to talk to him, a talk which could not happen if anyone else was present during the conversation. Your thoughts came to a close as you neared your house. It didn’t matter if you felt weird about the whole thing, you needed to talk to him. And this might be the only chance to do so.

You took a deep breath, building yourself up to do such a simple task as knocking on a door. It was time. Ignoring all the feelings brewing up in your stomach and head you took one last breath, mist once more flowing out as you did so. And then, you knocked. It only took a couple of seconds before the door practically threw itself up to reveal two small, and very excited, tanukis.

"Y/N!...ʸ/ᴺᵎ" The two boys shouted. They were wearing matching christmas sweaters and Santa hats that were way too big for them. Timmy having a red sweater with the words naughty on it and Tommy having a green one with the words nice on it. Timmy grabbed ahold of your hand with his small paw and pulled you inside, all while Tommy enthusiastically bounced up and down. As you were pulled inside an immediate warmth embraced your body, like a thick blanket on a rainy night. Even so, a more prominent scent engulfed you, the aroma of fresh food was almost overbearing as you walked in. "Ohoho. Do my ears deceive me or is that our dear island representative?" You heard Toms voice all the way from the kitchen. You couldn’t help but smile as you could practically hear the grin present on his face. Tommy let out a small giggle as he ran up to the kitchen. "Don’t know! Guess you’ll have to come see for yourself!" You took off your jacket and beanie as Timmy led you over to the couch. But rather than sitting down in it, he sat you down on the big fluffy carpet next to the chimney and the big Christmas tree. Underneath it laid almost a dozen presents, seems like the constant debt that Tom was handing out finally seemed to pay off. Dumb pun aside, you felt yourself smile as you saw the sight before you. Tommy was now pulling Tom out from the kitchen and into the living room. He was wearing a Santa hat and a red christmas sweater that said "worlds best santa". As he and Tommy walked up to you and sat down next to you and Timmy, you crossed your arms and cocked your eyebrows. "I wasn’t informed that this was going to be a sweater party. Could have warned me about that, now I just feel underdressed." Tom chuckled slightly at this as he took off his hat and tossed it to you. "Here you go. Put that on, yes yes."

For the rest of that evening, you and the nooks ate the food that Tom had cooked up, all of which was absolutely delicious. Joking around as the time passed, and you felt more and more comfortable as time went on. So much to the point where you didn’t know why you felt anxious before. Finally, at 8 pm, you all gathered once more around the Christmas tree. Timmy and Tommy started unwrapping their presents in glee, most of which were from Tom, some of them were from Isabelle and Blathers, and some of them from you. Every once in a while, you and Tom would open some presents. Timmy and Tommy had given you a drawing of you and them together, which was certainly a cute gesture. You had brought the two into a big hug after that one. The boys had given Tom a mug that said "#1 dad", which almost brought the tanuki to tears. You had given Tom a custom sweater vest, just like the one he had back in the day

And still, Tom's present was something that you hadn’t quite expected. You had picked up the box which was neatly wrapped with red wrapping paper and some yellow glittery ribbons. "Ooh, what could this be? Is it a puppy?" You joked as you smirked at Tom. He let out a small laugh. "No, not quite, but be careful when unwrapping. I do hope you enjoy it, the boys helped me pick it out." Now you were intrigued. You carefully unwrapped the box and opened its lid only to see... "oh my god..." there, in the box, laid a crown. The one you had seen in the Ables shop plenty of times, the one that you had ranted about to Tom, about how you couldn’t afford it but wanted it so badly. That crown was laying before you, in your hands. "I... I’m... I-I don’t know... what to say I-'' you looked at Tom, his eyes were full of adoration and love, pure unfiltered love. And that frightened you. "Thank you Tom. Thank you." You tried putting on a smile, but it was hard as that huge clump of anxiety started to build up again. "Oh the pleasures all mine, Y/N my dear." Tom said to you as he tilted his head and gave you a gentle smile. Timmy and Tommy had started to giggle as they looked at each other, thinking the exact same thing. Everyone in the room knew what was going on, but only one person, you, knew what was truly going on.

The gift unwrapping continued. Now it was just Timmy and Tommy left that had gifts. They kept going, tearing into the gifts like hungry predators biting into their terrified prey, like... like... you lost your train of thought as you looked over at Tom. His eyes were focused on Timmy and Tommy, carefully watching their reactions to their gifts. But ever so often, Tom would look over at you, and if your eyes ever met, he would smile at you. Maybe he did it to calm you down but it sure didn’t help, not even in the slightest.

Soon, Timmy and Tommy had successfully opened all of their presents and had now shifted to playing with any of the toys they got. But that didn’t last long as Timmy let out a huge yawn and Tommy almost slumped over. Oh no. “Well, looks like it’s time for you two to go to bed, hm?” Tom said as he moved closer to the boys, taking the two in each hand. “N... noo... we’re not...” Tommy couldn’t even finish as he was interrupted by a huge yawn. “No, you’re done. Come on now.” And so, Tom led the two small tanukis up the stairs and into their bedroom. “Goodnight.” You called out to them before returning to your own state of panic. This was it. You were gonna be completely alone with Tom.

“Now then, terribly sorry about that Y/N.” Tom said as he came down the stairs. You tried to calm down but it ultimately failed. Tom was very observant, so it didn’t take long for him to see that something was wrong. “Y/N? Are you alright dear? You look a little pale.” He said as he sat down next to you. “....Tom I.... the crown, it really wasn’t necessary.” You managed to get your first concern out. You looked down in the box once more, you just couldn’t believe he would actually give you something like that. “Tsk, Y/N please. I tell you what, it was nothing really. And when I say that I’m not just being humble. It really is nothing, I assure you. I could buy five of those for you if I wanted to. So please, don’t feel guilty.” You knew he meant to say that as a way to comfort you, but that only made you feel worse. “Y-Yes I understand that it’s not a lot to you but, for me, it’s very much a lot. I know you mean well Tom but really, I just don’t know if I can accept this. I mean, it’s just too expensi-'' Tom interrupted you as he placed a hand on your cheek. You froze up as you looked into his big blue eyes. They were so calm, so gentle, so utterly terrifying. “Trust me my darling, nothing is too expensive when it comes to you.” As he told you this, he leaned in and planted a small peck on your lips. You felt your face turn pink as he let out a chuckle, still holding onto your face. “I’m happy I got to celebrate toy day with you Y/N, my sweet sweet Y/N.” Before you could respond, you felt yourself being picked up bridal style and carried away. Tom carried you to his room, it would seem like he wanted to sleep together again. Which wouldn’t be so much of a problem, the man was built like a giant teddy bear. But right now, there was nothing you wanted less than to be in close contact with Tom. But it would seem like nothing was going to stop him.

As he laid you down carefully, he laid next to you and brought you in close to him, stroking your hair and nuzzling up to you. You were completely quiet, feeling like if you said something you would die on the spot.

“...Tom....” you said quietly, trying to build up the curate to ask him the question that you came here for. “Yes?” His voice was soft and smooth, like honey, and it shook your very being. “... what... what did you say to Jacque?” As soon as the question left your mouth the atmosphere turned cold. Toms eyes trailed off as all the warmth left his eyes. “... I said what needed to be said.” It had been three weeks since Jacques had mysteriously moved out of the island and it wasn’t hard to put two and two together, you were certain that Tom had something to do with it. “I asked you not to go overboard...” You said, looking down and avoiding Tom's gaze, a gaze that was now fixated onto you. “He was harassing you Y/N! What was I supposed to do? Acting nice wasn’t going to work! I was simply-“ Tom cut himself off as he realised he was practically shouting. He let out a deep sigh. ��I was simply protecting... what is mine...”

As he said this, he placed a kiss on your forehead. This certainly caught you off guard. “I’m sorry? What did you say?” You asked him, but he didn’t answer, at least not in the way you wanted him to. “You know, when I was a boy, toy day never felt as magical as everyone set it up to be. Me and my family didn’t have too many bells back then, so most I ever got were three broken crayons. Even then, I couldn’t enjoy it without feeling the guilt of pushing more money problems onto my parents. But now...” Tom let out yet another deep chuckle, he looked at you with hungry eyes, eyes that pierced into your soul. “Now, I’ve got all the bells in the world! I could buy anything! Anything and everything! Except for... one thing. One thing that I crave so deeply, yet, can never buy. You don’t understand how many years I have gone through, how many toy days I’ve had to endure. You don’t understand the amount of towns I’ve lived in, the amount of humans who have abandoned me! How do I know that you’re not going to leave me? Just like my previous humans, just like my parents, just like Redd!? I don’t want to lose you Y/N! I can’t lose you Y/N!” Toms outburst made you shrink down in his arms. You felt yourself start to shake slightly as he continued.

“Now, now that I finally have the resources, I’m going to MAKE SURE you never leave me Y/N. My sweet little darling.” You started to struggle in his grasp, hoping to get away from him. But it was no use, he was so much stronger than you in every single way. ”Hey now, hey now.... shhh, shhh. It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay. I’m here, no one is ever going to harass you ever again. Not if I have anything to say about it.” Tom said as he brought you closer once more, this time he started to kiss you a bit more roughly rather than a quick peck on the lips. You knew that struggling was futile, so you simply tried to relax yourself as he enjoyed himself. Once he was done, he looked directly at you. “This toy day, I’ve made sure to get myself something special. Just for me.” What you didn’t know at the time was that he had locked all of the windows and doors. But you would soon find out in the morning.

“I love you Y/N. Maybe you don’t realise it yet. But I do. I’ll show you, soon you will see just how much I love you.”

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It feels so weird to say that it’s been 2 months since I last wrote for Tom Nook. Like what? What have I even been doing??? I’ve been feeling the withdrawals and I wanted to make a little Christmas special. So hope y’all enjoy! Merry Christmas and happy holidays!

[guiltyfandomtrashwonderland]

WOW holy shit a sequel to the opposite of good is drowning, that Yandere Gaara fic I wrote two years ago. Dam. Enjoy some chuunin exam-era GaaSaku and consider reblogging if you like this story so it’ll show up in the GaaSaku tag! (Tumblr doesn’t like showing links unless it’s been reblogged a few times, probably as a spam deterrent)

Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: Naruto Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gaara/Haruno Sakura, Haruno Sakura & Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura & Yamanaka Ino, Haruno Sakura & Original Character(s) Characters: Gaara (Naruto), Haruno Sakura, Uchiha Sasuke, Yamanaka Ino, Uzumaki Naruto, Hatake Kakashi, Original Animal Character(s), Temari (Naruto), Kankurou (Naruto) Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, BAMF Haruno Sakura, Strong Haruno Sakura, mustelidae, Stoats, Weasels, Shukaku (One-Tails), Yandere, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Angst and Feels, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hopeful Ending, Psychological Horror, Psychological Trauma, Dark, Kid Haruno Sakura, Protective Haruno Sakura, Haruno Sakura Warrior & Scholar, Subterfuge, Mochi the Stoat, Gonna Bite Your Ass, Cute & Deadly, Chuunin Exams, sand siblings - Freeform, Hatake Kakashi is so Done, Protective Hatake Kakashi, Hatake Kakashi Is Trying, Haruno Sakura Cusses, Middle Schoolers Cuss So Much, Weird Little Girls, Sasuke is an Honorary Weird Little Girl, Protective Uchiha Sasuke, Canon-Typical Violence Series: Part 2 of The Tenacity of Stoats Summary:

13-year-old Haruno Sakura has spent the last seven years in Konoha training. Her goal is simple: to kill the tanuki monster that attacked the Sand Village and took Gaara from her forever. But when Gaara arrives in Konoha alive (but not well) to participate in the Chuunin Exams, Sakura is forced to reevaluate everything she thought she once knew about what it means to be a monster.

[lethalempathy]

the promise of water

by aelibia

A family that won't let go of its obligations. An ancient story yearning to be retold. A boy and a demon, trapped in the web of destiny.

And a girl with a stoat, ready to take them all on.

Words: 3366, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of The Tenacity of Stoats

Fandoms: Naruto

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Haruno Sakura, Gaara (Naruto), Yamanaka Ino, Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi, Hoshigaki Kisame, Ichibi | One-tail | Shukaku, Original Animal Character(s), Original Female Character(s)

Relationships: Gaara/Haruno Sakura, Haruno Sakura & Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura & Yamanaka Ino, Haruno Sakura & Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Tags Contain Spoilers, BAMF Haruno Sakura, Strong Haruno Sakura, Haruno Sakura & Yamanaka Ino Friendship, Protective Uchiha Sasuke, Stoats, Even More Stoat Lore, Legends, Storytelling, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Canon, Friendship, Epic Friendship, Mental Health Issues, Pining, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Mentions of Tanuki, Battle Scenes, Sparring, Canon-Typical Violence, Tailed Beasts Are Ancient Mythical Beings Not Parts of the Ten Tails Puzzle Piece, Fourth Shinobi War, Post-Fourth Shinobi War, Arranged Marriage, BAMF Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Sasuke Has Issues, And He Is Solving Them Yas King, Uchiha Itachi Has Issues, They Said He Could Be Anything So Itachi Became a Skank, Chosen One, Research, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Mochi Once Again Winning, Sunagakure | Hidden Sand Village, Psychological Horror, Complicated Relationships, Yandere, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Power Dynamics, Power Play, Protective Haruno Sakura, Subterfuge, Family Secrets

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