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[dunmeshichilchuck]

For That One Guy on Tumblr part 10

Chilchuck x !fem !halffoot reader

TW: discussion of head injuries, concussion, blood.

You hit the ground with a *THUMP*, you and Chilchuck half cushioned by each other's bodies. Your head still ricochets off the floor with a *CRACK*. 

You wake up. Or maybe you were always awake. You don't know. You lay there for...a while. It's nice. It's comfy. There's no beaks and claws and wings. No falling. You feel pleasantly cushioned from whatever is happening, your head and ears ringing faintly. 

Some time passes. 

Slowly you become aware that there is...sticky liquid on you. A lot of sticky liquid. Huh. That doesn't feel nice. 

Oh. 

Fuck. 

Oh fuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohgodohno

You lurch to a semi sitting position and manage to slur out. 

"CHILCHUCK."

The room is dark and you can't see shit but he's still half wrapped around you, and he's. He's not cold at the least. There's that. You've been out for a while, right? He'd be cold, right? You know what a dead body feels like.

You frantically fumble around to find his neck and press your fingers to the thick vein running up the side of it. For a moment, you think there's nothing there, and then you feel the faintest flutter. 

He's alive. 

You breathe out in relief, no way you could rez him, and there's a solid chance you'll never see the party again. You wouldn't have been able to get him back to the surface before he rotted off the bone. A death now means a death for real. No taking it back. No tricksy magics. No second chances. 

Your still foggy brain scrambles around for a plan. You need to heal him. You have to heal him. But you can't see anything....

Light. You need light. But you can't leave him, and you'll need every ounce of magic you have in you for the healing. 

For the first time, you realize it's not *quite* fully pitch black. You can make out the dim outline of your hands. 

You glance around, each shift of your head bringing a new wave of pain. 

There's a thin crack of light a few feet away from you, off to your right. 

*Like an angel* you think, half delirious. 

You carefully extricate yourself from the heap of tangled limbs that is Chilchuck and crawl over to the door. Even concussed and in the dark, it's a matter of seconds to pick the flimsy lock. You almost feel a sense of professional scorn. You ease the door open, letting light spill into the room. 

It's empty, thankfully, just a standard store room or guard room or whatever it was supposed to be, not even any crates or barrels. Unfortunately it's empty of any holes in the wall that could have dumped you there as well. More labyrinth fuckery. 

The door opens into a hallway lit by torches, no movement or sounds there either. You only open the door enough to let what light you need in though, no sense in being stupid. 

You crawl back over to Chilchuck, not quite ready to test your balance yet.

He doesn't look good, sprawled limply out on the floor, breath shallow.

Automatically, you look him over and catalogue the injuries. To your relief, it's not as bad, or at least not as complicated, as you had initially feared. There's a lot of blood but the only obvious life threatening injury is the head wound he sustained from the hippogriff. Anything else will have to wait. 

You take a deep breath and lay your hands on his blood covered head. The words come slowly and haltingly, you wrestle them through the slow moving fog of your mind, but you get there in the end. 

The blood flows back and his eyes open, he sits straight up with a gasp. The backlash hits you at almost the same time, and you double over, making sure to vomit *away* from him. 

Through the spinning haze of mana sickness you see him glance around, take stock of his surroundings and you on the ground, and very calmly say. "What the fuck?"

And then you suppose you finally, mercifully, pass out. Letting the darkness and the spinning haze of colors take you at last. 

When you wake up you're surprisingly comfortable, you feel warm and groggy and your head is resting on something more comfortable than the hard stone floor, and you hear the crackle of a fire. For a very confusing half a second you wonder blearily if someone got a bed into the dungeon. Then you realize you're half draped over someone's lap, carefully arranged on your side.

Panicking slightly, you start to lever yourself up into a sitting position but a firm hand lands on your shoulder and stops you. 

"No. Give yourself a second." 

You relax. It's just Chilchuck. Thank fuck.

He sighs and says "You scared the shit out of me. Didn't know if you were going to wake up." 

You settle back down a little awkwardly. You groan a bit, your head spinning. "What happened?" 

"Whats the last thing you remember?" 

Chilchucks voice is soft, you can tell he's trying to be gentle and careful. Surprisingly considerate coming from him. 

You squint, pushing your aching brain back. "There was...a monster."

He makes a hum of agreement. "And then what?"

Still that same gentle tone. It's starting to freak you out a bit. He must've really been scared. The hand is still resting on your shoulder, whether for your comfort or his or because he hasn't noticed it's still there. Or perhaps because he thinks you're going to make a break for it. Whatever, you don't exactly mind it. 

"The....we fell down...something. there was..." 

You try to sit up again. "There was blood! Holy SHIT there was a lot of blood." 

His hand presses down again, arm coming around to gently press you back into him. "Easy! Easy. Everything's fine. We're all okay. I'm okay, you're okay."

You settle down again, head spinning from your sudden exertion. "Okay....now I think I remember. We landed in here. I healed you and then I passed out...yeah?" 

"Yeah. That was another stupid thing to do." 

There's no bite to his voice, he just sounds tired. 

You snort and then groan again as your head throbs. "You keep saying that."

"Yeah well make smarter decisions and I'll stop saying it."

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300x300 Icon Bases // Kabru // Season 1 part 3

[dunmeshimeshi]

idk if you take doodle suggestions but how about chilchuck trying to cool off with a wet rag? maybe he wrings it out over himself

I kinda wanted a story behind it,,, so I drew him at a boxing gym :333

Thanks for the request anon 🥺👉👈

[bunaveryy]

this is the best thing I have seen all week

[dadsbongos]

I was wondering.. How would kabru fare having a wet dream about reader and having to come to terms with his own feelings? Could you please write a scenario based on that?

268 words / reader has a vagene, not super proofread ~~~

Warm fat pillows between the gaps of his fingers, blunt nails biting the flesh apart for him to split you open on his tongue.

Hot air catches and cools your glossy slit, earning a sloppy hump in response. 

Kabru’s tongue slithers out of your hole to flatten over you wetly, circling your clit. Nose nuzzling the bud with a seedy groan, one you reward by winding both hands through his hair and tugging. Thighs clamped around Kabru’s head, chest shivering with each ragged huff and gasp. Whimpers and spiced whines lulling from your tightening gut.

“Fuck, Kabru, more please!” you beg, as if he would ever refuse you.

His clothed(? he thinks, he somehow cannot remember) hips dig down into the mattress. Is he on a mattress? 

Blue eyes flutter up at you, back arching and legs quivering and none of his concerns matter anymore when you’re gushing on his face.

Then cold, blistering cold billowing across his groin, chest, and face. 

He left the window open.

Kabru blinks, the stars don’t so much as flicker back. A groan follows.

He left the window open.

Sitting up from his tangle of sheets and lazily-strewn shirts, Kabru combs through dark curls. Another shiver racketing his body as the breeze catches soiled underwear.

Disgusting.

And the longer he’s awake, the more he just wishes you were here next to him. Worst part being he doesn’t even need it to be intimate, as long as you’re in bed and he can crawl in beside you that would be enough. But you’re not.

Kabru’s alone. Pining for one of his employees.

Disgusting…

[suempu]

hullo,, i love your kabru fics sm! i was wondering if you could write kabru with a s/o who is pretty shy with initiating affection and stuff. like they get nervous about it and shy when being affectionate, but they still crave touch and attention.

thank you sm!!

established relationship + sfw

masterlist <3

kabru would be the best character for someone with a personality like that imo

he can read you like a book and guess what you’re feeling based on your expression. he’s right with his intuition 80% of the time, especially if you’ve been together for a while.

the first time he’s ever observed your need for touch was on a random night out in town. he was walking you home after finishing up a tavern meal with the party when he couldn’t help but take note of your twitching fingers.

kabru feigned non the wiser, but the cute determined pout on your face was doing so much damage to his heart. he noticed that your pinky would inch closer and closer to his hand before retreating begrudgingly, eventually making you release a sigh. taking a hint of what you wanted, he decided to make the first move.

“can i hold your hand?” kabru smiles, watching in amusement as you stammer out a small “y—yeah…”

its been getting easier for him to figure out when you wanted to touch him as time goes on. there are telltale signs and gestures you make whenever you’re in need; like playing with your fingers, unconsciously reaching out for a hug, or just mindlessly staring at the back of his head in longing.

needless to say, he can sense it. doesn’t matter if he’s busy talking to other people or not, he can feel your desperation from your body language alone before deciding to intertwine your fingers together or pull you close by the shoulders.

and the way you preen and basically glow whenever he touches you makes him smile, although he does wonder why you just won’t ask him or initiate it first. even though you’re shy, he figured that you’d be comfortable enough with asking him, its not like you’ve just started dating, but he’s patient with you anyways.

“are you scared of me?” kabru tilts his head, a playful smile on his face.

you shot up to look at him, “what? no-!”

“then why won’t you touch me? my arms are pretty lonely without you in them.”

he can see your brain rolling around in your head as you gape at him, speechless. he almost feels bad for teasing you. almost.

kabru places his palms on your cheeks, squishing them together as he snickers. “you can just touch me, y’know?”

“w-whaff?” trying to speak through pouty lips.

sighing before he nuzzles his nose into yours with a knowing smile. “i’m just saying, you don’t have to be so nervous about touching me.”

after that, he deprives you of hand holding, hugs, and kisses, wanting to see you try and initiate things.

it kind of works.

you’ve taken to tugging on his shirt whenever you wanted to hold him or whispering in his ear that you’d like to be cuddled. its a small step, but he thinks its absolutely adorable.

[toxycodone]

The way i need kabru to teach me the anatomy of the human body by using himself as a model and he’s explaining how all the vital points are laid out but he’s struggling because my hands are dipping a little too low below his belt and squeezing his neck a bit too firmly

vital points (kabru of utaya x reader)

wc. 1.5k

cw. romantic/sexual tension, nothing explicit

No one in Kabru's party is a particularly skilled dungeon crawler. Despite all efforts it seems his party is always taken out before they can do any true exploring of the dungeon's secrets.

Therefore, being the excellent leader that he is, Kabru has decided to take it upon himself to give out combat lessons. And it's only logical he starts with you first. Mickbell has his own specialties--poison darts and all. Kabru's not sure if he'd even be interested in lessons. And even if he was, would he even pay attention? It's probably not worth the trouble. Kuro is well, Kuro. What part of that demihuman's body isn't a weapon? His sharp senses make him one of, if not the most well-equipped members of his team. It's the main reason Kabru keeps a demi-human, one partly monster, like him around. Aside from the fact he's a package deal with the half-foot. Kabru's sure Kuro could make it throigh the dungeon on his own.

Daya is the second best. Strong. Capable. A weapons expert. She can take a hit and throw it back with ease. Rin and Holm are the magic users. Combat would likely be wasted on them. Rin's frail, but she already has similar knowledge to Kabru as she grew up with the same foster mom. And Holm...likely wouldn't agree to lessons. He's maintained a commitment to do no harm to others unless absolutely necessary. Kabru's not going to try to convince him to learn his way around a weapon and how to maim unless it's completely critical.

However. That leaves you.

You're different. Not entirely useless, but not entirely skilled on the other hand. Kabru's still trying to figure you out. Quite the enigma you are to him. He's come to the conclusion you're a jack-of-all-trades type of figure. For now, at least. You don't exactly take away from the party. But you're not hindering their descent, either. It's intriguing from an anthropological standpoint, yet infuriating from his stance as leader of his party.

But again, he wonders what skills you do possess, exactly. Everyone has their specialties, be it what it may. He wonders if combat might be something he can help you succeed--no, excel--in. He'll bring out the best in you via this method, and come to learn more about you in the process. Two birds with one stone. In the back of Kabru's mind, his own desire rears its head. The desire to be close to you. He's not exactly sure why or where this desire stems from. However...it can be satiated via a combat lesson. Three birds, he muses. You pique his interest in a variety of ways.

When it first comes to combat, jumping right in is never ideal. The first means of success comes from mapping out vital points. The human anatomy is a good start. Dungeons are full of demi-human and human adversaries alike. It's important to know them for one to defend themselves, unarmed or not. And these vitals seem to remain uniform among all creatures.

Head. Neck. Abdomen. Groin.

The four major sensitive groups one should know. He's starting small for now. Too much information could be overwhelming. It wouldn't be worth to teach you so much at once that

You're in front of him now, bright eyed and bushy tailed. Not in a literal sense. A metaphorical one. Well, your eyes are bright. He's always liked them. Not that it matters. Why is he thinking of this?

Kabru shakes his head a little, trying to steady his thoughts. Back to business.

"The first lesson in defense is understanding anatomy." Kabru muses, looking through his notes. There's no real time to fetch a book at this point. Or a model. Kabru's not necessarily gifted at art either. Not that a simple drawing would do.

He can serve in its place, as an example. A physical specimen would be the most insightful. You're probably a hands on learner, he decides. It's definitely not as an excuse to have you close to him. Definitely not. Not that he's entirely against that, though.

"Starting with the head. There's plenty of areas you can exploit there," Kabru points to his eyes. You follow suit. They're such a striking blue. Hypnotic. Mesmerizing.

"Eyes are the easiest to access. They're the first thing humans notice. You can predict someone's movements by figuring out where they're looking towards. It'll likely show you where they intend to attack." Kabru leans forward absentmindedly. "They're also sensitive. Even a simple move can distract or blind an opponent. Don't be afraid to strike there. Even though Mickbell might tease you for fighting dirty. All's fair in dungeon combat."

You chuckle and agree. Kabru's pleased his attempt at humor landed. It seems to lighten the air around you two.

"Next, the neck. There's two main points here you want to recognize." Kabru takes your hand, offering a reassuring smile as he does so, then presses it to the underside of his neck. They're a little cold, you note. And almost dainty. His hands aren't particularly calloused. He must take good care of them.

He guides your index finger to the skin on the outside of his neck. His skin carries a hint of heat to it.

"This is where the external jugular is located. It's one of the most important veins in the body. It carries blood to the head and neck area. Just a simple cut can slice through it. A simple turn of the head is enough to expose it."

He moves your hand more inward, now pressing slightly into the divot close to his trachea. His chest rises slowly, then falls. There's a faint beating under the skin now. Kabru's pulse.

"The internal jugular is here. If you can land a hit here, do it. You'll have to go deep and make sure you slice clean through the skin. It can disable a foe in seconds."

You try to keep your mind on the lesson. But his skin is remarkably soft. And smooth. You're close enough now to count his stubble. Well, you would if there was any to count. How does Kabru manage to keep himself so well groomed on dungeon excursions. Maybe you could count those thick, lovely eyelashes inste--

A simple call of your name breaks your thoughts. Not only were you not paying attention, but your fingerpads dig slightly into his skin. You struggle to find an explanation for your absentmindedness, then decide to pin it on you being hyperfocused.

Kabru, ever so forgiving, decides to move on without further question. Internally, you thank him for preserving your dignity. What's left of it. You're almost certain he's caught onto the fact your no longer solely doing this for the sake of combat knowledge.

"The abdomen hosts a majority of the body's necessary organs. The lung's can be pierced easily through the ribcage." Deft fingers lead you across the expanse of his chest. You're a bit shocked. Without his armor, Kabru's a lot smaller. Being revived time and time again has left its mark on his body. There's still power to him though. His muscle isn't all gone. You can surmise your leader has quite the lithe build.

Kabru continues to go on, despite you not listening. He likes to talk about anatomy, for one. But he's also trying to hide his own amusement at your reaction to touching him. You're admiring him in your own way. Which means you may harbor similar feelings towards him that he has towards you. Interesting. He takes note of this as your hands are guided lower.

Stomach. Liver. Kidneys.

And last is the groin.

Kabru's puzzled. He didn't really consider how this would play out in his hands-on anatomy lesson. Desire clouded his mind earlier, but now that he can peek through it...the realization of the situation sets in. How should he proceed? He can tell by your reactions you're fascinated by the lesson at the least. Kabru's sure you need this lesson. The groin is probably the most effective place to punch, kick, or slice in a pinch. As inappropriate as it is, in general and a workplace sense, he still wants you to keep touching him.

His hands leave yours. He's leaving it up to you, now. Whether you choose to continue or not will tell him what he wants to know--if he's been going too far or not.

"The groin is the last area you should become familiar with. I'm sure you're aware, but it's particularly sensitive." Kabru's not sure whether to look at you or your hands. He goes for the latter when your fingers trail over his belt, threatening to move towards the linen of his pants below.

"The genital area, more specifically. No matter the sex. A swift punch, kick. Even just grasping it. You can get an advantage in combat. Either as a distraction, or...."

Your fingers keep going lower. He's sure you aren't paying attention, now far too invested in your personal lesson on anatomy. There's a slight bulge in his pants. It's stiffens when you ghost over it.

Kabru's breath stifles. He swallows his spit like it's cement.

"A-and that's the gist of it."

Kabru stutters for the first time ever, you think. Your curious hands flee his body as a result, now returning to your sides. That was...exhilirating. So simple, yet...you can tell the two of you are craving more.

"Uh," You're first to break the awkward tension. "Thank you, Kabru. For the lesson. It was very informative." A certain tone lingers on the last word. Kabru can practically see the air quotations around it. His dark skin deepens with color. For once in your span of knowing him, Kabru's eyes don't tear into you.

"Right. It's my duty as your leader, after all. Thank you for listening. We can go back to the others now."

Kabru is known for his penchant for understanding others. Almost being able to predict their next moves with ease. However, your next move is wildly unpredictable, tossing out everything he once assumed about your attitude and demeanor.

You ask when the next lesson is. You'd like to study anatomy-perhaps his anatomy, more thoroughly.

And what he also doesn't expect is his eagerness to respond. The next lesson can't come soon enough.

[dunmeshimeshi]

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[kitsunico]

based off tweet

[dunmeshimeshi]

Sharpshooter Chilchuck 🙀

[dunmeshimeshi]

One of my favourite short arcs in the anime 🥺…

[dunmeshimeshi]

Commissioned by someone on insta!! I’ll also formally open commissions on here soon!! I only have 2 slots left for this phase of commissions!

[loopyarts]

Doddles of Holm and his big sis. :3c

I have a lot feelings about them and in my mind this is what their sibling dynamic is like. I can picture them bickering a lot as children maybe even fighting a little bit but at the end of the day they still love and care about each other as brother and sister.

He he I also bet, she talks to Kabru about Holm sometimes, while he can rather bothersome and annoying to her; she is still very proud of her baby brother. Also, she probably shares some of Holm’s more embarrassing moments in his life with Kabru as well much to his dismay.

Also, I like the idea of both the Kranom siblings being above average in gnome height.

[dunmeshimeshi]

Drew something to represent the absolute heatwave we are all experiencing… (if not all, then just me. I am DYING IN THIS SWELTERING HEAT)

[dunmeshimeshi]

you’re my comfort artist now.

opens a bag

get in here. now.

Omg???? I am so honoured 🥺🫶🫶🫶 I shall happily get in the bag… 🧍‍♀️

[dunmeshimeshi]

Farcille sketch!!

[dunmeshimeshi]

A holm art trade on insta! It was fun doodling him hehehe :3

[dunmeshimeshi]

A short render study… I did not finish this :0