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jigokulogs2022-05-06 11:17 pm
bananaoni) wrote in jigokulogs2022-05-06 11:17 pm
Entry tags:
substories - ota
Who ⬤ Ibaraki and YOU
What ⬤ Substories
When ⬤ All the time
Where ⬤ All the places
Content Warnings ⬤ Mentions of a pornographic magazine and a potentially naked banana.
I – Moon Medicine
[A moon viewing festival… with mochi! Mochi galore! Now this is something that Ibaraki can get behind wholeheartedly! There’s just way too many to chose from that the oni just can’t decide!
So she takes them. She takes all of them. A whole armful of mochi that gets shoved into her maw one after another. She barely pauses for breath between each treat before shoveling another one down her throat. But she was kind of starting to feel, well- off. More than a little off, like an odd mixture of being too hot and too cold.
Was this a fever? Did she come down with something? The oni shifted uncomfortably before pressing herself up against the nearest person. Mochi squishing between them and cheeks still stuffed to the brim.]
…Be gweatfoo’. [Spoken through a full mouth and kimono slipping off.]
II – Vend Me A Dream
[This was stupid, and a potential waste of time! Ibaraki could have spent this time doing something far better. Like finding new dishes for Shuten and those strawberries she’d been speaking of. But no, nope for some reason she had to run around town looking for information on which vending machine she needed.
Huffing she presses the button to dispense the requested item. A magazine. A stupid magazine for a stupid, lowly shirime. Seriously, why did that idiot youkai even want this thing? Banana, naturally, goes ahead and opens it up.
Oh… oooohhhh! Cue her cheeks and ears reddening as she stuck her face in closer to the dirty mag. The dirty mag she was reading in public. This is… that’s…! Holy smokes those are some big, juicy peaches!
And that’s how a person might find her.]
III – Haniwhat?
Leave it be.
[Said in a voice that suggested she did not like what she was seeing. There was something not quite right with these Haniwa. She couldn’t really put her finger on it, but her brain was telling her to leave them be. She knows the feeling, or at least understands it.
These items are cursed. Ibaraki mulled over what to do with the ones in front of her and the other person. They should probably leave, or at least she will with or without whoever was currently with her. No amount of payment is worth carting these things around.
Then again… perhaps they might be useful in some other manner?]
[WILDCARD]
[ooc: feel free to hit me up with whatever if none of the above prompts meet your fancy!]
What ⬤ Substories
When ⬤ All the time
Where ⬤ All the places
Content Warnings ⬤ Mentions of a pornographic magazine and a potentially naked banana.
I – Moon Medicine
[A moon viewing festival… with mochi! Mochi galore! Now this is something that Ibaraki can get behind wholeheartedly! There’s just way too many to chose from that the oni just can’t decide!
So she takes them. She takes all of them. A whole armful of mochi that gets shoved into her maw one after another. She barely pauses for breath between each treat before shoveling another one down her throat. But she was kind of starting to feel, well- off. More than a little off, like an odd mixture of being too hot and too cold.
Was this a fever? Did she come down with something? The oni shifted uncomfortably before pressing herself up against the nearest person. Mochi squishing between them and cheeks still stuffed to the brim.]
…Be gweatfoo’. [Spoken through a full mouth and kimono slipping off.]
II – Vend Me A Dream
[This was stupid, and a potential waste of time! Ibaraki could have spent this time doing something far better. Like finding new dishes for Shuten and those strawberries she’d been speaking of. But no, nope for some reason she had to run around town looking for information on which vending machine she needed.
Huffing she presses the button to dispense the requested item. A magazine. A stupid magazine for a stupid, lowly shirime. Seriously, why did that idiot youkai even want this thing? Banana, naturally, goes ahead and opens it up.
Oh… oooohhhh! Cue her cheeks and ears reddening as she stuck her face in closer to the dirty mag. The dirty mag she was reading in public. This is… that’s…! Holy smokes those are some big, juicy peaches!
And that’s how a person might find her.]
III – Haniwhat?
Leave it be.
[Said in a voice that suggested she did not like what she was seeing. There was something not quite right with these Haniwa. She couldn’t really put her finger on it, but her brain was telling her to leave them be. She knows the feeling, or at least understands it.
These items are cursed. Ibaraki mulled over what to do with the ones in front of her and the other person. They should probably leave, or at least she will with or without whoever was currently with her. No amount of payment is worth carting these things around.
Then again… perhaps they might be useful in some other manner?]
[WILDCARD]
[ooc: feel free to hit me up with whatever if none of the above prompts meet your fancy!]
iii.
But the graveness of his companion's voice gives him pause. )
... You've seen these before?
( He shudders visibly upon another glance. )