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"My curse is my fate, and to struggle against fate is a fool's errand." - Yura
"Happiness is different for every person. We cannot judge the happiness of another." - Yura
"Should we not try, no answer shall we find." - Yura
Toichiro would probably buy Home Depot 💀
meanwhile...
The gods of the shrine:
love em both ♡
Somebody... ANYBODY...
PLEASE TELL ME I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE THAT THINKS THEY LOOK LIKE BIRDS!!!
These two look like pigeons.
He looks like a cockatiel. (I gave mine away a couple months ago 💀)
Swans.
Flamingo <3
Okay this one's not a bird. Angry Yura just looks like a grumpy frog. Or a grumpy toad maybe.
I really don't know how to explain it. They just look like animals.
The memes are back 🕺💃✨
I wonder if anyone will understand the iCarly one 😭
The waiting list consists of Doman, Shizuki, Koga and Hideyoshi (Ikesen). Let me know if there's anyone else you'd like >:)
Hey I'm not dead 😚✨
*minor trigger warning for the 3rd one*
Yakumo going to jail (actually prison) for that reason makes sense though. He's always liked Futaba and he's known her since she was a child sooo- 🤨
FINALLY GOT TO THE PART IN AKIYASU'S ROUTE WHEN THE TWINS REVEAL HOW THEY SURVIVED THE FIRE 1000 YEARS AGO-
They weren't at the scene. They were doing something else and found out after everyone died 💀
JP is being fed 😭
Yura that sounds a lot like a you-problem 😐
Yura is still waiting. 🥲
He's still waiting.
All these chunks of text looks so awkward when on the same screen.
Cursed flute refuses to leave. 💀
THERE'S AN OFFICIAL RELEASE?? I'VE BEEN LISTENING TO A RECORDING THIS WHOLE TIME AND YOU'RE TELLING ME THEY OFFICIALLY RELEASED IT?? 😭
I ALWAYS WRITE A PLAN BEFORE I WRITE A FANFIC, AND I'M NOT DONE MY PLAN YET. HOWEVER, I DO HAVE ENOUGH PLANNED TO GET A DECENT AMOUNT OF FANFIC WRITTEN. SHOULD I START WRITING THE FANFIC AND FINISH THE PLAN LATER OR WAIT UNTIL I'M FINISHED THE PLAN TO START IT?
AND THE CROWD HAS SPOKEN.
I ALWAYS WRITE A PLAN BEFORE I WRITE A FANFIC, AND I'M NOT DONE MY PLAN YET. HOWEVER, I DO HAVE ENOUGH PLANNED TO GET A DECENT AMOUNT OF FANFIC WRITTEN. SHOULD I START WRITING THE FANFIC AND FINISH THE PLAN LATER OR WAIT UNTIL I'M FINISHED THE PLAN TO START IT?
Paint - Toichiro x Fem!Reader
Genre: psychological, gore, angst, au
Inspired by: Matsuro Palette
Word count: 2 780
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a/n: Best boy makes his debut in this chapter, so don't mind the Shakespearean. It's probably wrong anyway 💀 Also, at the end of the chapter will be another note where I explain a couple things. Okay, I'm done talking. Please enjoy ✨
TAGS: @shonenkun309 @colourless-hydrangeas
Let me know if you want to be tagged in future chapters!
tw: cutting, blood, implied self-harm
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Chapter 2
The girl sighs.
"I am Y/N. I didn't expect to find you so easily," she says.
"'Easily'? Truly? I heard something about you wanting to give up-" Toichiro starts before being silenced by Y/N's glare.
"I've found you anyway so it doesn't really matter whether I struggled or not," she says. Her tone is aloof but familiar at the same time. Her indifference towards someone she appears to be obsessed with strikes a chord in Toichiro's heart, so he presses on.
"I heard from an acquaintance of mine that you have no intention of ever meeting me. When did that change, hm?" he teases.
"Look, I just got curious. I mean, I didn't even know you actually existed until I followed you here. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me and I was going to be trapped in that studio again," Y/N blurts out, attempting to hide her genuine interest in Toichiro's being. He smiles at her in amusement.
"How about you and I speak somewhere more private?" Toichiro suggests. Y/N is unsure of how to respond due to both her distrust towards the man she thought she knew well and her general wariness of the world.
"And what happens if I say no?" she asks.
"If I'm being honest, I might be quite hurt," Toichiro answers.
"Seriously?" Y/N says, her eyes widening and a wave of regret washing over her.
"Of course not," Toichiro laughs, "You're quite capricious."
Y/N scowls before following Toichiro to wherever he was planning on taking her.
"So, this is your place?" Y/N remarks, observing Toichiro's dwelling.
"Don't sound so displeased. I do have a far larger house in the Capital. We will only be staying here temporarily," Toichiro explains.
"'We'? Who's 'we'?" Y/N inquires, staring directly into Toichiro's eyes.
"My valet and I, though you are quite welcome," he laughs teasingly.
"Greetings, Mistress Pictorem," Shizuki says, placing two cups of milk tea down on the table.
"Just Y/N is fine. No need for this mistress-business," Y/N states.
"As you wish, Mistress Y/N," Shizuki replies before taking his place at his master’s side.
"About that pseudonym of yours," Toichiro begins.
"Oh, it's not that deep actually," Y/N answers.
"Really? What does it mean then?" he asks.
"...It's the Latin word for painter," she says reluctantly.
"How original," he smiles, "Now, where were we?"
"You weren't always this… What's the word I'm looking for? Audacious," Y/N says.
"Quite the compliment," Toichiro laughs.
"The other meaning," Y/N replies, annoyed.
"I see. You shouldn't have expected to know me well. It was my soul you met, after all," Toichiro says.
"'Soul’? What bullsh*t. We were literally trapped there!" she retorts.
"You were physically trapped?" Toichiro questions, surprised.
"You weren't?" Y/N replies the same way.
"So your body was physically here but your mind- well, soul, was in that studio?" Y/N repeats Toichiro's words.
"Precisely," he confirms.
"Okay cool, but you just created a plot hole," Y/N sighs.
"A what?" Toichiro asks.
"Basically, you just told me that you weren’t physically in the studio yet, somehow, you were still physically affected," Y/N explains agitatedly. Toichiro stares back at her in an indescribable manner. It is impossible to know what he is thinking, though Y/N is still able to answer his teasing smirk.
"It's not physically possible to have been affected in such a way when you weren't even there," she says, a rather large sigh following after.
"Perhaps it is some other being's doing that led to Master Toichiro’s behaviour," Shizuki suggests.
"Like a demon or something?" Y/N asks, turning her attention towards Shizuki who had been silently observing the other two's interactions the whole time.
"No, not a demon. Nor a wraith for that matter," Shizuki states.
"A what?" Y/N asks.
"A wraith is similar to a demon in the sense that it is an evil being, though its form is closer to that of a ghost or apparition," Toichiro explains.
"So a boneless demon," Y/N says.
"A boneless..? You know what, never mind. Shizuki, continue," Toichiro says.
"Based on what we know, it was something else causing Master Toichiro to react that way. It was most likely the same thing that caused Mistress Y/N to be physically trapped," Shizuki continues.
"Y'know… I've got a little more evidence to back up your claims, Shizuki," Y/N mentions.
"Do go on," Toichiro urges.
"I'm actually a terrible artist because I can't paint anything other than Toichiro, but it's not like I haven't tried not to. Whenever I start painting, I lose control of my own body. I'm not the one painting portraits of him. I don't know how to explain it, but it's sort of like my consciousness is replaced by something else," Y/N explains, "And when I've got my body back, I always find, um…" She rolls up her sleeves revealing many cuts along her wrists and inner arms, the cuts going as far up as beyond her elbows.
"I always find cuts. Obviously, whatever possesses me harms me while it's in control of my body."
The two men exchange a worried glance before Toichiro turns to face Y/N.
"Do you have any idea what it might have hurt you for?"
"It wants my blood. I find my blood in your portraits when I get my body back. It's used as red paint. Not a clue as to why though, I own a ton of red paint," Y/N answers. Silence descends upon the room. Y/N tries to break the silence with an excuse to leave.
"I've bothered you two enough, I might as well just-"
"Hang on a moment, Y/N," Toichiro calls out to her, grabbing her wrist before she walks out. A droplet of blood trails down Toichiro's hand and lands on the floor. He stares into Y/N's eyes for an answer.
"Sorry, I painted before following you here. The wound didn't have enough time to heal," she says, snatching her hand back and wiping her blood off the floor. When she raises her head to meet Toichiro's eyes again, he places a hand on her shoulder and gazes at her solemnly. He lowers his voice to a whisper that only she can hear.
"Why do you continue painting if you know it harms you? Are you intentionally trying to hurt yourself?"
"That's not how it is. Most of the time, I don't paint by will. It's an urge that consumes me and I have no choice but to feed into it," she whispers back guiltily. The two share a blank stare for a few seconds longer. Toichiro removes his hand from her shoulder and returns his voice to an audible level, his usual smile glowing.
"There are two people that will be able to help us. We can go see them tomorrow morning."
"Alright then, I'll be off-" Y/N says before being interrupted by Toichiro.
"You should spend the night here."
Y/N raises an eyebrow at him.
"You're not taking me to dinner first? Daring."
Toichiro laughs at her statement.
"It is far too late for you to be returning to the Capital now."
"Is it actually that late?" Y/N asks, peering out the window. Sure enough, the sun sets in the distance and a few stars peek out from behind orange clouds.
"I did find you a little after midday, it's only to be expected that it is this late," Toichiro smiles.
"I will go prepare a room for you, Mistress Y/N," Shizuki says before leaving the room. Toichiro follows after Shizuki, but not without playfully winking at Y/N first.
"Yep, he's trouble," Y/N sighs to herself. It is only then that she notices the two untouched cups of milk tea.
"Damn, two good cups of tea have gone to waste. Whelp, might as well."
The following day, Toichiro and Y/N make their way to the Shrine of the Hidden God.
"Who exactly are we going to see?" Y/N asks.
"Just two acquaintances of mine," Toichiro answers.
"It seems like everyone is an acquaintance. Do you even have any friends?" she questions. Toichiro stays silent, his pace increasing.
"That's… really sad, actually," Y/N mumbles, catching up to him.
"The people we are going to see will have all the information we need," Toichiro says, changing the topic.
"Sounds like you're taking me to a cult," Y/N laughs.
"A cult with only two people? That would be a clique," Toichiro says.
"You only need three people to form a cult. You, and those other two," Y/N continues on, Toichiro listening intently, "and I'm the fourth member you're trying to bring into your cult." "You are an interesting creature, Y/N," Toichiro says, smiling down at her. Her focus is elsewhere however, so she does not see it.
"You're calling me interesting? Big talk for a guy dressed as an animal," she says.
"I'm not dressed this way, I look like this," he says.
"Really? With the ears and everything?" she replies. "I was going to applaud you for making the outfit look so realistic, but now I'm finding out you didn't do anything at all. No need for me to praise your DNA."
"Ah, Y/N, you wound me," Toichiro teases.
"Stay hurt," Y/N teases back.
The pair arrive at the large torii gates and are greeted by many different creatures, large and small.
"We've been welcomed by a whole ecosystem," Y/N says.
"That would mean that Yura is around," Toichiro replies.
"Who?" Y/N asks.
Instead of getting an answer, Yura appears before them. He speaks to his critter friends and they retreat to the forest.
"My apologies. Greetings, Sir Toichiro," Yura says with a welcoming smile.
"Hello, Yura. This is Y/N," Toichiro says.
"Greetings, Lady Y/N," Yura says, turning to her.
"Hey. Nice to meet you," she says, "If I didn't know better, I'd probably think you’re a princess."
"'Princess'? How so?" Yura asks, taken aback.
"In the tales where I come from, princesses are well-liked by animals and are often surrounded by them. You might be a princess," she explains. Yura only laughs at Y/N's suggestion.
"He didn't deny it!" Y/N exclaims. Yura exchanges a glance with Toichiro and immediately understands what Toichiro does not. He smiles kindly at Y/N and invites the two inside.
"Come with me. Gaku awaits thee."
Inside, Gaku is fixing a broken clock.
"Gaku, we have guests," Yura announces, taking his seat at his brother's side. Toichiro and Y/N sit beside each other and opposite the twins. Gaku hastily peers at the two figures in front of him before resuming fiddling with the clock. Though a moment later, he addresses them (only because he can feel Yura telepathically glaring at him).
"Hi Toichiro and Shizuki," he grumbles.
"'Shizuki'?" Y/N repeats Gaku's words. Her voice strikes Gaku's ears and he jolts up instantly to study her properly.
"I'm Y/N, not Shizuki. That guy's kinda strange if I'm being honest," Y/N says.
"And how do you think he would feel if I told him this?" Toichiro asks.
"I don't even care! He deserves to know, especially with that milk tea of his tasting like liquid coal," Y/N says. While the pair are bickering, Gaku looks over at Yura to see if he noticed it too. Yura smiles at Gaku knowingly, confirming the latter's suspicions.
"Apologies for that, we're here because of a little issue we've got going on," Y/N says, turning towards the twins.
"Go on," Gaku says.
"Okay, so-"
Y/N goes on to explain the full story from what happened in the studio to her inability to control her own body. Toichiro chimes in whenever necessary, adding in his experiences too. The more the pair reveal, the more concerned the twins get.
"And that's about everything," Y/N says, finishing her tale. The twins share a glance before Yura starts speaking.
"Lady Y/N, wouldst thou lose control over thy body when painting in the studio?" Yura asks.
"No. That only started after we were let go," she answers.
"After thou wert let go…" Yura mutters to himself before continuing, "Sir Toichiro, thou speaketh of chains consuming Lady Y/N?"
"Yes, it happened just as I turned into a kyubi," Toichiro replies.
"Oji even suggested that it may have signified something passed onto Y/N from Toichiro," Gaku says. Yura ponders for a while before sharing his thoughts with the group.
"Methinks thou wast cursed in thy past life, Sir Toichiro. The curse was placed upon thy ninth tail, preventing its appearance. Lady Y/N, when thou didst complete the painting, the curse latched onto thee."
Toichiro and Y/N look at each other worriedly.
"Who would've placed the curse on me in my past life?" Toichiro asks, all traces of his smile faded. The change in his demeanour leaves Y/N feeling more worried than before. If even he became serious, then this matter is far more vital than it seems.
"The onmyoji that contracted your past self," Gaku answers.
"Sorry for interrupting, but what's all this about past lives and on- onmyoji? What is that?" Y/N asks. Yura smiles gently at her.
"Ahh, of course. Thou is unaware of the existence of Ayakashi and onmyoji."
With incredible skill, Yura is able to shove down the events of Futaba and her contracted Ayakashi as well as their story 1 000 years ago into a seven-minute speech.
"I- Wow," Y/N blinks in amazement at the story she’s been told. Such stories would be considered myths where she is from, and, unfortunately, in the Capital too.
"Not too much for your little head to process, I hope?" Toichiro asks teasingly.
"Wait, I've got a big brain thought coming in," Y/N says, rubbing her temples.
"Yura had a kodoku curse that cursed his flute, so whenever he played, he could only play the Song of Death. What if that brother from 1 000 years ago cursed Toichiro with the same curse so that he couldn't use his ninth tail? And similarly to how Yura took the curse from Gaku, I took the curse from Toichiro when I finished that portrait, which might have been the curse's doing in the first place. Perhaps the curse wasn't even supposed to be placed on Toichiro-" Y/N rambles before Toichiro places a finger on her lips.
"Calm down, you're getting ahead of yourself," Toichiro whispers to her.
"I thought the same when Sir Toichiro mentioned the chains," Yura says, "It may indeed be a kodoku curse."
"And Y/N's probably right about that other thing. Brother's curse created the cursed plane he was trapped in, so that studio might have been your curse's equivalent," Gaku adds.
"Lady Y/N, if thou art correct about the true holder of the curse, then thy entrapment together was the process of shifting the curse," Yura concludes.
"That explains why you were physically trapped in the studio," Toichiro says, peering down at Y/N.
"No, it doesn't," she responds.
"I'm not agreeing with him, so I'll tell you myself," Gaku begins, "the curse was temporarily placed on Toichiro while it waited to latch onto you. Since a curse is physically placed on someone, it physically trapped you so it could transfer successfully."
"Oh, I see," Y/N says, "but that's still not everything answered."
"What do you mean?" Toichiro asks.
"We don't know why the curse is placed on me nor what part of me is cursed, since it's a kodoku curse and all. Not to mention this," Y/N voices her thoughts and taps on her wrist for the last one. Toichiro's brows furrow, but his worry quickly vanishes.
"Don't stress yourself over it, Y/N. We will learn more as time goes on," he says reassuringly.
"That's the first useful thing you've said," she remarks. Yura smiles at the pair's interactions.
"Thank you for your help, Yura and Gaku," Toichiro says, standing up to leave. Y/N follows not long after.
"Thank you so much. I can't say that this is the last time we'll come looking for your help though," Y/N laughs wryly.
"I hope 'tis not. Until we meet again, Lady Y/N and Sir Toichiro," Yura smiles warmly at the pair as they disappear into the forest.
"You don't think that he wanted to curse himself but knew he was going to die before he could so he temporarily placed it on Toichiro?" Gaku asks Yura who is still staring in the direction the pair left in.
"Mayhaps thou art correct, Gaku," Yura says.
"You recognised her spirit too, but-"
"It is as Sir Toichiro said. 'We will learn more as time goes on.' If she is truly his reincarnation, then time will tell us as such. Fate worketh in ways no mind can perceive." Gaku studies his brother's smile before returning to the broken clock he was originally working with.
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a/n: Hello again. It probably didn't make sense for Y/N to use red paint in Toichiro's portraits, so I wanted to show you the outfit that Toichiro wears in all the portraits painted:
He wears his regular outfit, but he wears the cape from his 2022 EN birthday card.
This red cape here, but without the dalmatian pattern. That part is just white.
Altogether, the outfit should look something like this:
Obviously, it isn't in chibi form. But ultimately, this is what the outfit looks like (without the crown, of course. He's not that special lol).
Also, the portrait is painted in this artstyle:
This is the artstyle from the games Life Gallery and Cat Museum. The developer is 751 Games.
The portrait is painted at a 45° angle with Toichiro looking at the viewer. Hopefully all this helps with visualising the portrait! I promise that if I knew how to draw, I'd draw the portrait. Anyways, thanks for reading this far. The next part will be up soon, and I hope you're enjoying so far!
Get outta here Gaku !!! I wanted all ten cards from the draw to be Yura SSRs 😤😤 (I did a single draw 🙄)
Doing the thingy @shonenkun309 did!
I might be the only Taketora simp in the entire fandom, but I am PROUD ❤
Da faq is this
THOUGHT AN ACTUAL CAMPAIGN WAS UP BUT NOOO
IT WAS THIS MF
Also look at Yura meditating
ok bye