Camp Hamato

Camp Hamato

🌕 ~ Nocturnal Night [Pt.1]

During the first few years of Camp Hamato, there were some adjustments that needed to be made…a lot of them, and one was something that Camp Usagi also had in common with; nocturnal campers.

Owls, werewolves, bug mutants, sea creatures galore, almost always making noises in the night- and it wasn’t really easy to bear with, along with campers who needed better sleep, but with the constant howling, hooting, and crickets (along with sneaking out after lights out/curfew) , it was best to handle these effectively… by randomly choosing the most so-called “nocturnal” cabin leader to keep them entertained during the night: Leo.

“Me?” Leo said in disbelief to four exhausted Cabin Leaders with tired eyes, exhausted and tired. “Why me?” Leo asked confusedly, before they all answered one by one. “The howling keeps up my mischiefs, and they need enough energy to learn about the art of ninja!” Casey explained with an exclaim. “My rackets keep on getting woken up by the hooting.” Raph complained lowly, “The crickets have been making my graces think we have a bug infestation!” April whined, meanwhile, Mikey didn’t have much to complain, as he usually uses the sounds the nocturnal campers make as inspirations for his campers’ art projects- say illustrations or pieces of art- so he just shrugged. “…What about the ponderers?” Leo mentioned, before all the other cabin leaders look worriedly…they never really thought about the Purple Ponderers since that happened, so the counselors of that cabin watched them while their cabin leader was absent, thankfully, said counselors thought up of clever ways to entertain their campers while doing so. “You know how they are, they probably are unfazed by the noises.” April assumed, before Casey agreed with a nod. “…So you all have decided that I should deal with them?” Leo summarized, before the other cabin leaders collectively say yes, appointing Leo as the Nocturnal Camper Supervisor, or NCS.

It was the first night with them, and Leo was quite nervous about it, as he had to keep them quiet and entertained, so he thought up of his first idea: gathering them all and having a Jupiter Jim and Lou Jitsu marathon, and it worked well, and somehow made some of the campers fall asleep (which was odd), but it worked!

The second night..not so easy. They all ran around and played, being loud as they disrupted the night, as Leo kept on trying to quiet them down with puzzles and video games, and while it worked on some, not all of them settled. Leo was near exhausted that morning as some of the campers who weren’t nocturnal complained of noises, and the cabin leaders were a bit upset about it.

Now, it was a third night, and Leo was pure nervous as the campers joined the group for Leo to supervise as it was lights out for the campers, and for this night, he just gathered them all and gave them electronics before worriedly sipping his first cup of coffee for the night, watching as the campers played games and watched videos, even watching and talking with other campers about the games or videos they were playing, and it was peaceful, giving Leo a glimmer of hope, all before he saw two campers started to fight over a tablet; Flame, a Phoenix yōkai with an awful tendency of accidentally setting things on fire- and Mirror, a shapeshifting mutant who can mirror people and shapeshift, fighting over a tablet: a recipe for disaster. Now what could Leo do.

Cradling The Carnal

(angst + fluff?)

Another night in the Euphoria province, where many dance and party their hearts out with no exceptions (except the strict ban of alcohol), where music blasts and echoes through the province every hour of the day, it was another casual night in the Euphoria Province of Arcadia, and the one of the two royals of the province just finished their partying for the week, mindlessly forgetting about something very important.

Deimos was resting in bed as the TV illuminated the room dimly, a marathon of a show played as she laid on her side scrolling on her phone before feeling the mattress tilt ever-so-slightly from a foreign weight before hearing the shuffling of fabric, then two arms wrapped around her waist and a nose burrowing into her neck. “Hey Amora,” Deimos smiled, feeling Amora bury her face into Deimos’ hair before starting to purr, her tail swaying under the blanket. “Long party?” Deimos simply asked, with Amora nodding, still purring before she started to lick Deimos’ hair; grooming her hair. “Amora..” Deimos sighed, putting her phone down feeling Amora lick at her hair, knowing it would get unnecessarily fluffy hours later, but Amora continued- and Deimos wasn’t going to stop her.

But then, Deimos felt something else graze the back of her head- it wasn’t Amora’s face, or her hair, but something that combed through Deimos’ hair; something stick-like and rounded at best, and there were two of them on Amora’s head, as Deimos assumed due to Amora (obviously) being behind her. “Amora, are you combing my hair?” Deimos asked before Amora answered, “No, baby.” She replied as she continued to…”slobber” Deimos’ hair, as it was often Amora’s love language and/or stress reliever, especially when it came along with nighttime cuddles, as Amora preferred to cuddle at night, liking the dark ambiance and the way the TV lighted the whole room just right; not too bright and not too dark- just right.

“Then what is rubbing against the back of my head?” Deimos asked, before Amora stopped grooming Deimos’ hair, not saying a single word. “…Amora?” Deimos called softly, before feeling Amora slowly slither under the blanket, making Deimos roll over to see two horns peeking out from the blanket. Seeing the little “pokey things” prod from the blanket, Deimos yanked the blanket away to see her girlfriend in a more demonic form- with large wings with a great wingspan retracted to her back , nearly recognizing the form as Amora stared back up at her wide-eyed, fearful that Deimos my run away out of fear, before softening to a solemn look. “Deimos…” Amora murmured, her heart pained thinking that one she loved, clung onto, and bonded with her, would leave for a secret she now revealed.

“Amora-“ Deimos tried to soothe her lover, before she interrupted, seeing and hearing how Amora’s face and tone changed all so suddenly, as if she dealt with this before.

“Deimos, please listen-“ Amora pleaded,

“…what is it, Amor?”

It took a bit, but in Amora’s mind, it was a decision. A decision that could break her relationship, not to mention the shift in emotion. But she had to tell Deimos. Deimos knew her so well, but she didn’t know everything about Amora, and it was for a reason she never said.

“…I’m part succubus, Deimos.” Amora confessed in a whisper, tearing up with fear as she waited for Deimos to look at her with disgust or disappointment, or to just leave her entirely. But Deimos wasn’t disgusted, she wasn’t disappointed, she didn’t even want to leave, but she was surprised- with interest and sincerity.

“Amora,” Deimos said in a soft, comforting tone, cupping the part-succubus’ cheek, her thumb wiping her tears away. “Why are you so scared?” Deimos asked, her ears lowered in confusion- yes, she was surprised that her own girlfriend was part succubus, but she didn’t know why Amora was suddenly scared shitless about telling her something like this.

Amora, on the other hand, was shocked, stunned even- if those even have the same meaning. Why wasn’t Deimos disgusted? Why wasn’t she scared? Was she just hiding her true feelings? Amora’s mind went beserk, confused about why Deimos didn’t react as strongly as Amora expected- so she just stared for a moment before responding with a “huh?”

“Why are you so scared? Deimos repeated, concern now more evident in her tone as she kept her hand on Amora’s cheek, her eyes soft with caring, while Amora’s eyes were wide dumbfounded. She didn’t really know how to respond, but it was like her mind was prepared for something like this, like a protocol. “..I..don’t really know.” Amora mumbled, confusion now stirring in her mind as she tried to think why, nearly forgetting how Deimos didn’t say anything about the confession. “You don’t know?” Deimos said, subtly baffled at Amora’s words as she nodded. “I just thought you would…uhm..” Amora hesitated, she didn’t want to say it, she didn’t want to get possibly scolded about her fearful assumptions.

“What?” Deimos asked, confused. “…that you would be mad at me.” Amora admitted lowly with a bit of guilt in her words. “Why would I get mad at you?” Deimos confused asked. “Because I didn’t tell you!” Amora explained. “Why would I be mad at you if you didn’t tell me?” Deimos said, more befuddled. “Because I tell you everything!” Amora exclaimed, more guilt bubbling up in her stomach before Deimos somehow pulled Amora into a hug, her arms wrapping around Amora’s body over her unopened wings and gave her a warm, accepting, and assuring hug.

“I would never be mad at you if you didn’t tell me, just because you tell me everything about you doesn’t mean you have to tell me everything, you have the choice to keep stuff to yourself, it’s your choice, Amora.” Deimos emphasized, as Amora just listened, her eyes wide as Deimos gently explained to her, before she nuzzled against Deimos’ shoulder as one of her wings slipped from Deimos’ hug and curled over her; hugging Deimos with her wing. Both emitting a comforting, loving warmth to provide for the other, with one who revealed her true colors suddenly, and the other who didn’t care about who they are, but they still cuddled up to each other. Deimos they whispered into Amora’s ear, “Amora, I promise you, I don’t care if you’re some murderous beast or a witch, I’ll still love you.” She assured lovingly before pressed a kiss to Amora’s forehead as she cradled her; cradling the not-so-carnal.

you're allowed to love being trans if you:

just came out

havent transitioned and dont plan to

have known you are trans for years but kept it to yourself

don't want surgery or hormones

dont disclose your trans status or genders to other people

dont change your name

never have dysphoria

your transness is tied to your neurodivergence

your transness is tied to your nonhuman identity

dont feel like you have a gender or gendered experience

feel like gender isn't really that important

are intersex

are two-spirit, hijra, or have another cultural gender or expression identity, or "third gender"

are a person of color

are an afab demigirl

are an amab demiboy

have a complex identity

have a very simple identity

cant figure out your gender for the life of you

cross dress

do drag

present socially in ways that are "normal" for your agab

have crushing dysphoria

don't know how to pass

pass effortlessly

are a butch trans woman

are a femme trans man

are demigender

don't like to be reminded you're trans

have a very specific gender

have a gender that's specific to you and you alone

have hated being trans at one point

stopped transition and restarted it at some point

have had to change your gender, name, pronouns or presentation multiple times

change presentation a lot

have a gender that's hard or impossible to put into words

dont want to figure out what your gender is exactly

are plural/a system

are genderfluid, gnc, genderqueer, multigender, polygender, genderflux, neutrois, maverique or genderfuck

are xenogender

are a lesbian or gay

are transneutral

are transfemasc/transmascfem

..... are trans.

every trans person is allowed to love being trans. good day, love yourself today!

I stumbled upon a website that allows you to blend any colors evenly no matter how opposite on the spectrum they are.

sharing the knowledge

very helpful art resource

rottmnt........ But make the turtles scemo

RAGHHHH *jumpscares and kills you* ive been wantibg to post about this little au i have for a while but i kept forgetting.... basically, just rottmnt except it takes place in the 2000s-2010s (maybd?) But the turtles (+april) are scene kids

I love them a Lot they are like sons to me

walks up to the podium in front of a screen

ahem

Remember Amora from “Cradling the Carnal” (and this drawing) There’s a design of her now! (After a small handful of designs..)

BEHOLD!

And happy late lesbian visibility week!