I have TERRIBLE social anxiety online and every post I make skyrockets my heartbeat for the next hour but I keep coming back like a crack addict to share my work anyway
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✧ writer + artist
✧ genfic creator
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It’s just as it sounds.. though Ren was very adamant it be called ‘one day in hell’. Oouuuuu I wonder why 👀👀⁉️👀👀⁉️
“Rennn, Rennnnn!” Haru called, his fist banging repeatedly against Ren’s thoroughly secured door. “Come on, mate, I know you’re not asleep! You’ve pulled this trick twenty times now!”
“Go, aawaaAAAAAYYYYY!!!!” Ren screeched from his breached haven.
“Ah, so you are awake! Get up buddy, time for morning feeding!” Silence came from the room, stretching into an awkward few seconds before Haru curled his hand around the door handle, forcing it to snap past the lock and ripping the door backwards, throwing it off its hinges.
“What the fuck?!?” Ren shot up from his bed.
“Don’t worry! I know how to rehinge doors. Why’re ya screaming?”
“YOU’RE CRAZY!!! YOU INSANE BASTARD, WHAT POSSESSED YOU TO DO THAT!? GET AWAY FROM ME! STOP!!” Haru casually slipped past the chains dangling from the wall, approaching Ren with the same bright and cheery close-eyed smile. “H-Haru… NO-!” Haru lunged, leaping onto the bed and tackling Ren. “AaaaAAAaaAAaaAAHHH!! I’m being harassed! Someone help!!” Ren cried, flailing around like a baby as Haru casually tossed him over his shoulder, dashing out the room as he held his kicking newbie firmly in place.
“It’ll be done in a jiffy, Ren! Come on!” Haru affirmed, gliding down the stairs.
“Quit saying that like you’re giving a choice, you clown! Mh- did you seriously just smack my ass again?? Quit doing that you weirdo!”
“Then you gotta quit complaining!” Now come on! First is the grazing grounds where we just have to throw nutrient pellets around the grass for the wild peekaboos.”
“Uuuugh, this is the worst…” Ren groaned, going limp in Haru’s arms as the two drifted out of the dorm. For Ren, the ride was honestly relaxing, not like he’d ever admit it. Haru’s jogging pace sent wind through his wavy hair as he let his senior carry him to his destination. Is this what Peekaboo felt?
“You’re enjoying this, huh?” Haru suddenly piped up.
“No, it’s hell and I hate you so much right now.” Ren grumbled.
“Ah, come on, that’s not fair! You hate everything!”
“N-no I don’t! And that doesn’t make you any less annoying!” Haru let out a small giggle, further deepening Ren’s scowl as he began to bang on Haru’s back. “Whatever, just put me down! I’m not Peekaboo!”
“Promise you won’t run away? If you do then I’ll have to punish you!” Haru’s voice was sing-song and cheery.
“The fuck? We’re grown ass men, don’t say that kind of stuff to me. No I’m not gonna run away, like I could with your athletic ass..”
“We’re good then!” Haru bent forward, holding Ren steady before sitting him against the ground. The both of them stopped for a moment to straighten themselves up, Haru giving the meat of his shoulder a quick massage. “I wonder if I’m gonna get bruises from all that pounding you did.” Haru absentmindedly commented. Ren turned his head away, pretending he wasn’t blushing at Haru’s disgusting vocabulary.
“Gross! You know what you’re doing at this point!”
“Hm? What happened, mate?” Haru sounded clueless as he cocked his head. Ren jumped, his mind whirring with rationalizations as his face got even hotter.
“What-the-fuck ever man, you’re so damn annoying! Let’s just get this over with, I have afternoon classes today.”
.
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“Okay, that crosses the first ten off the list! We’re getting close to being finished! Then we can take a break before afternoon feeding.” Haru stated, checking off a few boxes on his phone.
“It’s already 2pm… I can’t believe you’re making me run between here and the cafeteria on my lunch break.. I’ve never been harassed harder..”
“Oh, it’s twelve? It’s about time to wake up Peekaboo, then. Let's see if Towa feels like answering his phone.” Haru switched over to Wickchat, waiting a moment as dialing sounds floated through the air.
“Hehe~” Towa picked up, giggling in the mic.
“Hey, Towa! Where are you right now?”
“Hm~ hah~~!”
“Oh, good, good, how’s my baby?”
“Hehe~”
“What!? Towa, no!! He doesn’t like when you do that!”
“Hehe~ hhmmm, ahhh!” A large boom resounded through the screen.
“Towa? TOWA?? MATE?” The line went dead, leaving Haru alone in his panic.
“Uh, cool, translate all of that?” Ren muttered lazily.
“HE’S SCARING MY BABY!!” Haru cried, reaching for Ren’s waist who barely dodged. “Now’s not the time for games, Ren, you need to come on!” Haru’s brows furrowed as his hand landed on one hip, yanking until Ren tumbled into his arms, throwing him over his shoulder once more.
“What are you even doing this for? I can walk you idiot-“
“ B A H N T I ! ”
Ren yelped in surprise at the sudden influx of speed, his nails desperately digging into Haru’s clothing as he was propelled forward, nearly flying right over Haru’s shoulder. The clear skies darkened behind them, the light pitter of rain dampening Ren’s uniform as the wind picked up to join it.
“Where are we going?” Ren realized his voice was inaudible, stolen by the raging windstorm. He took a moment to piece together what he had heard, and came to the conclusion Haru was hauling ass back to the dorm where Peekaboo was sleeping.
Haru kicked open the door to the dorm, an amalgamation of nonsensical noises emerging. Ren craned his neck for a better look at the chaos and gasped at the sight of - he estimated- twenty wild peekaboos scrambling around the dorm.
“TOWA, NO! What are you doing, mate!?” Haru shouted, putting Ren down so he could clutch his hair with both hands. “Where’d you get this many peekaboos!? Which one is my baby?”
“Hehe~ I dunno.” Ren snickered at Towa’s carefree answer. Towa looked back towards the sea of fluff and summoned a small whirlwind, carrying the peekaboos into a tornado before releasing the wind and letting them fly around the dorm.
“Stop!” Haru cried, rushing into the dorm as the peekaboos scrambled around frantically, the living room a cacophony of ‘boos’ in different tones and volumes.
“Wolfsbane! Close the door or they’ll go away.” Towa huffed, crossing his arms.
“No! These things need to get out!” Ren struggled to sound annoyed as he fought back laughter at how ridiculous the dorm looked. As Haru struggled to round up the various balls of fluff, Ren took his phone out and began to record from the doorway.
“Ren! Put your phone down and help me get these things out of here!” Haru’s voice was riddled with distress as he reached for a peekaboo who slipped out of his arms with a cleverly timed hop.
“Pftt, they’re like little popcorn kernels.” Ren commented as Haru continued to struggle to grab a single one.
“Hehe! This is funny, Haru! Do you want to see something funnier?”
“T-Towa… Please-“
“AIIIIIAHHHHHH!!!!” Haru screamed as thunder struck hard enough to rock the decor on the walls, causing the peekaboos to raise exponentially in volume and speed as they scrambled for an exit. Panic rumbled throughout the space as the tsunami of peekaboos knocked Haru off his feet, then Towa, then the stampede came barreling for Ren as they realized the door was open. Ren took a tentative step backwards before the wave hit him, throwing him forward as a Peekaboo ran straight through his leg, a consequence for his slow thinking. Hundreds of steps filled his ears as the peekaboos filed out of the room, stomping over Ren to do so.
“These peekaboos are harassing me with their dirty little feet!” Ren yelped as he desperately tried to cover his silky hair from the wrath of their muddy paws.
Another boom of thunder resounded through the dorm and the peekaboos increased their speed, Ren cursing every being that aided in assigning him to Jabberwock as he felt the pittering against his head and back speed up.
“Is it.. over?” Haru slowly looked up from his tucked position.
“Boo..”
“Peekaboo!” Haru scooped up the fluffy ball in his hands, cradling and swinging him around.
“Hahahaha! Hmm~ ha~~” Towa cooed happily as he clapped, his voice stolen as the storm clouds disappeared in seconds.
“Thisistheworstthisistheworstthisistheworst…..” Ren mumbled into the floorboards, his hands still clutched over his head.
“Alright, up and at ‘em, Ren! The peekaboos are gone!” Haru called.
“I’m not going up and at shit!” Ren’s voice wavered indignantly, his body still pressed flat against the ground.
“Aw, it’s okay, buddy! It’s just a little mud!” Haru tried. Ren finally looked up, grabbing his phone and glancing at the time which tore another groan from him.
“My next class is in thirty minutes!!” He cried.
“Oh! Err, we can just-“
“You know what… R A O T H T A S..” Ren whispered his incantation before standing up. “Is it gone?”
“Hmm, on your clothes, yeah! Your hair still looks greasy though.”
“Ugh, motherfuckers. I’ll wash it really quick.” Ren sighed, quickly trotting into the bathroom downstairs and running sink water through his hair. He reached for a towel and tentatively sniffed it before concluding it was clean and throwing it around his head. “I’m gonna be late for class, god this house sucks so much!” Ren mumbled as he pushed through the dorm’s front door, in a near sprint for the exit.
“Hm. Do you wanna help me feed the animals, Towa?”
“Mm! Mmmhmhhh!!”
“Oh- okay.. Thats’s fine, buddy! I’ve gotta head out then!” Haru raised Peekaboo to tuck him down into the carrier before realizing something. “Eyelashes!? Oh, no, YOU’RE NOT PEEKABOO!!”
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I love Ren but he suffers there and it’s soooo funny
Slight season 1 ending spoilers below❗️❗️❗️
I remembered the ending of season one (Jabberwock HATING each other) while eating a brownie with ice cream and it unintentionally made me so upset I accidentally broke my plastic spoon so I had to write this because somewhere deep in my heart Ren is just being a tsundere and loves his house sooooo much and he DOESNT transfer or call Haru insidious
“Zenji! What are some self help quotes I can repeat to myself in the morning to give me a little motivation? Between dealing with my captain’s dirty laundry and my rookie’s cluelessness to everything else I’ve had it in for me.. give me a little help, will you?”
“My my, old friend, that does sound like work that can take quite the toll on the weary soul of a hard worker. Look at yourself in the morning, and preach your best attributes! Recognizing what truly shines through that shell of struggle is the best cure to strain as you describe. You are hardworking and helpful! You are kind and patient!”
“Hello, Zenji💜❗️Recently 🔜My Vice-Captain 🧑✈️ Has Begun 🎬Distributing His Time ⏰To Teaching Our Rookie👶❗️
Because Of This😞 He Has Less Time ⏱️To Help Me🫂 Clean My Laundry 🧺
My Back 🔙🥹Is Not What It Used To🧓 Be So Picking It Up ⬆️ Has Become Quite The Task📜 As Well 😭What Can I Do About This⁉️⁉️”
“Wonderful ask! It’s truly wondrous what time can do to the body, isn’t it? Wasting away, drifting with the wind as does sand on a hill, for we both stand so tall, yet we both will one day be something new entirely, scattered- yet simultaneously forgotten by time. Consider working some gentle stretches into your morning routine, along with exercise like walking around the scenery of your house. This combined should improve the quality of your back, allowing you to clean up after yourself as you could once do while you were young!”
“Yummy flowers to eat”
“What a unique usage of my salon.. Chamomile can be used in teas, and is quite delicious on its own if you’re ambitious enough to find its earthy, natural flavour up your alley! Pansies and Violas are others that are great for salads or deserts. That’s solely to name a few. I am not an expert, so get an old friend of yours to help you research how to identify the flowers! We can’t lose another beautiful soul before their time, now can we?”
“My captain is a lil bitch and I’m always hungry and people keep bothering me need gud places to nap becuz no one here is scared of my gun anymore”
“Your gun!? Remind yourself to take some deep breaths before reaching for measures of that extremity! Anywho.. Jabberwock is full of vast fields and forests, peppered in the prettiest of passive anomalies! Going deep into their flower fields or climbing a great oak could be a wonderful retreat from your daily chaos. If that doesn’t tickle your fancy, then finding some shade in the gardens of Hotarubi will gently rock you into a deep, and repleteful sleep.”
“Hello, ‘Zenji’. What are the best card tricks I can do to impress my wife? And then, how can I prank her into becoming extremely happy, so happy she cries and screams?”
“Congratulations on your marriage, old friend! Assuming you’re a beginner, I ought to hand out a few tricks that are simple on the inside, and utterly invigorating on the out! A Chicago opener, invisible deck, and cards across are a few you should look into to impress your lucky lady! And for the second question, give her the night of her life. Care for her, cherish her, create something just for her. Make the night special, something she’ll never forget, and can look back on fondly in harsher times. That, she will thank you for.”
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This was originally just going to be a couple drabbles with randomized ghouls but I wonder if I should really start giving advice like this? ◔‸◔?
Who’s gonna tell Alan that’s NOT how you hold a cat (Drabble under the cut)
Alan looked down at the creature at his feet with slight dismay.
“Oh- look, Alan, it’s you!” Leo cooed, looking up from his phone.
“Me..?” Alan stared at the cat, who stared back at him the exact same way. “Does it bite?”
“Do you bite?” Leo returned. Alan went silent, staring for a moment before picking up the cat, its two front legs dangling in the air as it let out a small meow.
“Why is he so long?” Alan’s face bent in confusion.
“What the fuck? Why are you holding him like that? You’re making him long!” Leo began to giggle, quickly switching to his camera app to capture the moment.
“Is this hurting him? He seems fine.” Alan cat let out another meow in agreement, or perhaps protest. Alan studied the features of the fluffy beast before slowly rotating him. The cat did look a little like him.
He then switched to holding the cat with one hand, pulling a small treat from his pocket and softly placing it in Alan cat’s mouth.
“Dude what the fuck.” Leo mumbled through a barrage of giggles.
“What?”
“Why are you holding the fucking cat with one hand- hahaha!”
Alan placed the cat back on the ground, who happily trotted off with his treat, scrambling under one of the parked cars.
Do Not Bully The Dawg (Ghouls helping mistreated Lyca)
Lyca is new at Darkwick, and due to his upbringing being from an underground prison for two years, a lot of general students don't trust him, and neither do the staff. He's a werewolf, and anomaly, a threat, a particular rotten few at Darkwick will make sure he never forgets that. So, what do the ghouls do to help when they find out?
(No spoilers, only contains Haru and Leo)
Leo
Lyca looked over his attendance record with a frown. There was a five day gap smashed right in the middle, a moment in time where he had disappeared without a word since the full moon had come quickly, and he had to hide in his room lest he wanted the glow to rip fur through his skin.
The bell for lunch rang as classrooms bursted open, and out came the flow of outstanding Darkwick students. Lyca made his way to his Anomalous Information Studies classroom, the only class where his grade had suffered from the surprise break.
He supposed the teacher didn’t know that nights where he could turn like that were excused. Even in the daytime, his skin tingled, itching and burning as it became impossible to keep his ears and tail hidden. Lyca pushed open the door, locking eyes with the professor seated at his desk.
“My grades aren’t right.” Lyca stated bluntly.
“I believe they are. You didn’t show for not one day last week, Lyca.”
“Because the moon was full.” Lyca huffed. “Shouldn’t that be obvious? It isn’t a secret I.. can turn into a wolf sometimes.”
“I’m sorry, but that’s not an excuse, Lyca.”
“Huh?”
“You still have plenty of hours of daytime to come to these classes. You can’t just forfeit your entire day to a what-if.”
Lyca’s jaw dropped as words dissipated from his tongue.
“That’s.. that’s not how it works! My skin tingles and I can’t focus! All my other classes excused this!”
“Well I’m not all your other professors.”
Lyca struggled to bury the growl brewing in his throat as his hands curled into fists. This class was important, necessary right next to Anomalous Combat to stay safe during missions, so if he wasn’t passing, he wasn’t going on missions. And no missions meant he wouldn’t be able to convince the institute to let him see Neros again.
“What year are you living in?” A snappy remark flew past Lyca as he turned around to face one of his classmates. “He has a 504 for that shit.”
“Mr Kurosagi-“
“504 plans are recognized under the law. If you don’t want a complaint with Darkwick, or better yet, one with the OCR, then I suggest you start following it and provide my classmate with the accommodations he has the right to.”
“…Tch, this is getting blown out of pr-“
“No, ‘cus he literally can’t help it. Like, you’re discriminating against him for something that’s in his very DNA, I hope you know that.”
“..Fine. I’ll excuse the absences and give Lyca extra time for the missing work.”
“As you should have in the first place! Ugh, some of you guys are such dicks.” Leo mumbled, pulling out his phone as he left the room. Lyca was glued in place, stunned at the impudence before gaining his senses and following Leo out the room.
“Hey, Leo.”
“Huh? Since when were we on a first name basis?” Leo muttered, sliding one side of his headphones off.
“Thanks for telling him off.”
“Not like you weren’t already doing it yourself, you were just missing the pressure points. Know your rights so unknowledges assholes like him can’t take advantage of you, and steal exceptions you need.” Lyca’s eyes widened.
“I will. Thanks.”
“No biggie. Anyway, kys, puppy! Byee!”
“Huh? Have you been spending too much time with Romi?”
“It means keep yourself safe! Saying it to strangers will get you on their good side, no doubt!”
“Oh.. okay!”
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“Get dressed faster or you’ll be late for your classes!” Rui prodded.
“I am, I am. Kys, Rui!” Lyca called as he made his way towards the door.
“WHAT!? Who taught you that??”
“Huh? Leo. He said it means ‘keep yourself safe.’ “ Lyca snapped in his ‘duhh’ voice. Rui pressed his hands to his face, sighing into them.
“Don’t tell anybody else that, okay?”
“Huh!? Why are you laughing!?”
“I’m.. not.” Rui mumbled into his hands, desperately trying to hold in a threatening barrage of giggles.
Haru
Lyca bent down and threw a bag of anomalous animal feed over his shoulder, keeping the bag in place with two hands as he kicked the door to the shed open.
Haru wasn’t too far away, enthusiastically pointing around to a group of three girls who Lyca assumed were customers. Their scents prickled at his nose as he attempted to hurried from the scene, all until his ears picked up whispers.
“Hey, isn’t that the new werewolf?”
“I can’t believe they let him in as a student.. He’s an anomaly, he should be researched in a cage or something.”
Lyca’s wolf ears shot up as he flipped around, scowling at the students.
“Hey, hey, ladies!” Haru suddenly jumped in. “What’re you being mean to my newbie for!? He’s sweet as Peekaboo!” Peekaboo cooed softly, amplifying Haru’s point. “And as helpful as the Capybus! You may be Frostheimers, but keep badmouthing my buddy there and I’ll have no choice but to ban you from the park.”
“Huh?” One of the girls snapped. “You’re seriously going to defend that freak? He’s a dangerous anomaly!”
“So am I.” A collective silence brewed, stirring the tension tenfold. “So that makes me and Lyca mates. Right, Lyca!? I see ya staring!” Haru shouted up the hill.
Lyca gulped, using one hand to fluff his ears back into his hair.
“Y-yeah!”
“See?” Haru switched back to the girls in front of him. “Just because we’re anomalies doesn’t mean we can’t feel. Keep that in mind next time Lyca pops up in your discussions, yeah?”
The girls nodded shamefully at his proposal. “Great! Now let’s continue this tour!” Lyca smiled as he continued away, heart thumping and tail wagging.
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“Hey, Harurin.” Lyca called as he wiped down a table in the corner of Rui’s bar.
“Whazzzup, doggo?” Haru slurred, bent over the next table over.
“That’s not my name!”
“Buttt you have ears! So cute and fluffy!”
“Gh… When you called me your mate earlier today, was that because you’re in love with me?” Lyca bluntly asked.
“Nahhhh mate, it means you’re my bestest bud. My fluffiest bud, too! Gyahahaa!” Haru sloppily rose from the table before diving at Lyca, encapsulating him in a sloppy hug.
“What’s up with you!? GH- You reek of booze!”
“Don’t let those Frostheimers EVER get to you, okay? You hear me?? They just talk’n talkk, too much! You’re a nice littleee dogc. Okay!?”
“Okay. I’ll try not to let them get to me.”
“NEVER DO! Because they’reee-allstupidnshit.” Haru wobbled, sliding down Lyca’s chest.
“Why are you harassing my newbie? You need to be in one of the guest rooms sobering up.” Rui scolded.
Haru tumbled to the floor, snoring loudly. Lyca wordlessly reached down and picked Haru up.
“Haru did something kind for me today. Suba always says I should return the favor when people do nice stuff.” Lyca stated, making his way up to one of the guest rooms.
