#housamo berserkers

[re-samo]

It's been a hot minute and I thought the perfect way to get back into it is by offering my favorite Old One, stilly little Cthugha <3 OF COURSE WITH MY FAVORITE GIRLS

#not a reblog. #housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #my art. #housamo juno #housamo taurus #housamo ocs #sfw #cthugha #I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND HE'S SO SILLY #also his event is going on right now jsdlfkjdfls #also #spoilers for chapter 11 (I think) but do you think that the Berserkers like walk him??? Like put him on a kiddie leash or something??? #because Claude just casually has him in the basement jdslfkjdf;l

[sketcharou]

[ Housamotober ] - Day 4 - Berserkers

#my art #sketch #housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #housamotober #illustration #art #claude housamo #ikebukuro berserkers

[shinjukuspiritcommittee]

A wholesome Summosnap story I made Pt2

Part 2 of the (not so) long awaited part 1

#tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #sfw #funny #fanfic #oc #yoyogi #berserkers #summosnap #fluffy #fluff #bathym #andvari #ashigara

[husbandomail]

my own christmas prompts; he’s really nervous about giving you something

The box was already fairly small, but in his strong hands it seemed even tinier. It had been clumsily wrapped, the patterned green paper crinkled in odd places, the ribbon curling into a mess on the very top despite his valiant efforts. He’d wanted it to be perfect, to make up for the fact that it was coming from him— but this was the best you’d be getting.

Yoyogi’s sports clubhouse was also dressed up for the season; Daisuke himself had played a part in hoisting up the Christmas tree and hanging the handmade banners across the wall. The area was always somewhat cramped, what with the variety of equipment strewn about; it had been a struggle to at least clear the floor, but they’d managed, and now the space held tables and chairs in anticipation of dinner. The food itself was arranged on a table at the front of the room; there hadn’t been enough in the budget for catering, so students had all pitched in, and the result was a massive spread of recipes from all sorts of different world. It was a good thing Yoyogi housed so many hungry athletes, otherwise the abundant leftovers might never get finished.

Since he’d been involved in the setup, Daisuke had been at the clubhouse long before the party was scheduled to begin. Once the final details were settled, he’d been left with nothing else to do but wait— he’d chosen a corner where he could see the door and quietly watched the other students arrive. Some were people he recognized and attended classes with, others were clearly plus-ones who were trailing after their friends. None of them were you yet. He couldn’t help but wonder if you’d even show up.

Daisuke glanced back down at the small gift in his shaky hands. The longer he held it, the more his thoughts twisted in on themselves— what if you didn’t like it? What if it wasn’t your size? What if you were allergic to the material? What if you already had something just like it? What if—

In the still-growing crowd, your voice rang out. He’d recognize it in any lifetime. Daisuke’s eyes shot up as he watched you step through the door with your other friends, shaking snow from your hair and clapping your ungloved hands together to bring warmth back to your frosted fingers. You were scanning the crowd, too— then your eyes landed on Daisuke Ikusaba, standing by himself in the corner, and the smile that crossed your face could light up the room.

A thrill shot through him, followed by that familiar pang of anxiety— maybe you’d like this gift if it was from Taurus Mask instead.

But he was going to do it without the mask this time.

#housamo #ikebukuro berserkers #daisuke ikusaba #scenarios #imagines #christmas list

[dorokora]

[tokyoafterschoolsummoner]

The housamo filipino transients au

get ready this is gonna be a long ass lore post

Character lore

Mayari / libulan

their guild is the warmongers, and they are the world rep of biringan.

their sacred artifact is an artifact resembling the phases of the moon, through this they can change forms and bring about growth and abundance or the opposite

mayari is the world rep for biringan, and they have the added ability too switch between two forms, mayari and libulan. changing between these forms change their personalities directly as well as their gender, as mayari they are a female who is often aloof and serious. she is described as serious and even aggressive when talked too. often biting back to banter, while as libulan he is a male who is described as relaxed and friendly, but also being described as distant

Corazon

their guild is the summoners, and they are a student in shinjuku academy

their sacred artifact is their wings which he can use to fly at very fast speed at night.

Corazon is a very friendly delivery boy who is always willing to help (though often this gets taken advantage of) at night he transforms into a Manananggal, a vampire who separates their torso from their legs and sprouts wings. he uses this at night to make deliveries very quickly and is regarded as the best delivery boy. due to this he often collaborates with the tokyo santa academy, and through flying he met one of his best friends, a vampire by the name of Ellie.

Ibong adarna

Their sacred artifact is their feathers and song, his song can immobilize people and his feathers can heal injuries as well as the immobilization

their guild in the entertainers

Ibong adarna is a flashy and showy singer and dancer based in kabukicho, he is often described as flamboyant and charming, always wanting to be the center of attention. due to this however he often clashes with a similarly flashy berserker from Ikebukuro, they often get into fights which tend to attract large crowds.

Bakunawa

his sacred artifact is his maw, which can consume heavenly bodies

his guild is the missionaries

the bakunawa is transient with a deep connection to exception space, he is part of something that should've been rejected from ever playing this game and as such he is often hidden away from the public eye where he lives in the background the game. the bakunawa dislikes the dark and has an interest in people who shine bright such as idols, a prime example being gabriel. through this he found one of his closest friends, hati.

#housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #tas #art #fanart #tokyo afterschool summoners au

[skylermadness]

Subcontracted (Itzamna TF/MC)

(Original Date of Upload: July 12, 2023)

Original Description:

A random story of mine I wrote a couple weeks back but never got to uploading until now. Laziness I guess. I mainly wrote this out because I was in a rut at the time and needed to write something to get myself in the groove of things. As a result I just wanted to write something short and not very intense in regards to what is going on and such. Plus the Guild/Affiliation feature was added to Housamo at the time and I really gravitated towards the phrasing of one of the items (whose description I used in the introduction of this story)! Funnily enough I think the Akihabara Creators are probably one of my favorite Guilds in the game. Although I had trouble deciding which of the Creators I wanted to do a TF on. The main split was between Tindalos, Itzamna, and Catoblepas, but Itzamna ended up winning out after I asked a few of my friends some stuff. Plus I feel like there's already so many Tindalos TFs; and Catoblepas wasn't that much of a mood for me at the time. So here we are! Although I might do something on Tindalos one day. I have gotten a few silly ideas in mind before... Lastly, this may be my first in-universe style TF I think I've uploaded! In-universe TFs admittedly aren't my biggest expertise, especially since they can get complicated to deal with from a storytelling standpoint. But honestly Housamo has so much going on that in-universe stuff is a bit easily to handle with it. Plus it meant I could use one of the Protagonist-types as the TFee here! In this case it's MC3. Either way, was very fun to write out. I still hope to do a lot more Housamo TFs in the future!~ ...also what species of lizard is Itzamna-

   'This contract serves as a binding agreement of temporary guild membership. Your signature signifies that the undersigned has delegated their original guild responsibilities to one of their guildmates for the time being while they themselves are temporarily recognized as an official member of the listed guild.'

   Rhys had found himself eyeing the terms and services of the contract for about… twenty minutes, was it? It felt like an eternity honestly. The behind the scenes of all the interguild stuff tends to be, though. One of the downsides of having to be the Guild Master to the Shinjuku Summoners.

   Then again, it wasn't the worst thing to think about when it came to him.

   He leans back in his seat and lets out a sigh, casually eyeing the bunker that the Summoners Guild happily call their base. With all the chaos happening between the triad calling themselves the True Guilds, it's unsurprising that a lot of the smaller guilds had found themselves creating a form of interguild alliance to fight the looming threat. It would surprise someone like Rhys, who had a lot of contacts between the fourteen or so guilds he's had contact with so far. But after the incident with the Genociders, along with all the threats that occurred after that thanks to both the Warmongers and Invaders guilds, it'd be kind of stupid not to band together simply out of survival.

   …survival.

   He leans back in and stares at the contract again. It's no doubt that the last true Guild, the Rule Makers, are planning their next move. And of course there's no doubt he'll be involved. With this in mind, a plan was developed amongst the Summoners (well, mostly Shiro) in order to stall the inevitable that was the World Representatives hunting him down to do who knows what. Admittedly it was a repeat of their plan back during the whole DOXing incident, that being having Rhys lie low with another Guild for a while. But, well, it did work that time… mostly…

   Well that's why they said it's a stalling tactic more than anything!

   The main thing that's left Rhys stumped was which Guild he'd even temporarily switch over to. The Berserkers, Missionaries, and Tycoons were a no-go due to their already noticeable prominence in the war behind Tokyo. The Outlaws and Gurus would be good choices if they were still outside the events of the Game. The Beast Tamers are too close in proximity to the Rule Makers, and the Wanderers are too close in combat.

   That only left the two guilds in what could be considered neutral zones: the Crafters in Kamata, and the Creators in Akihabara.

   The Crafters would be a good choice, but it seems evident that if a Guild wants something they'll ignore the neutral territory system. And considering how recent the incident in Shinagawa was, Rhys would rather not have to deal with being close to Invaders territory that easily for the time being.

   Then again, the Creators aren't really the best option either. Especially considering the fact their Guild Master works for the Invaders. Then again, Rhys definitely recalls the fact that said Guild Master barely kept track with the Guild itself, if at all. And considering how the Creators function, it'd be way too easy to forge another alternative identity for a short amount of time. 

   Then again, Curren did find him the last time and-

   Rhys cut his thoughts off there. Stalling for time, that's all this was meant to be. And between the Crafters and the Creators, the latter was the least risky for the time being. At least that's what he'd hope would be the case. 

   Softly exhaling, Rhys signed his name on the contract alongside the name of the Guild he was subcontracting himself out to. With that out the way, he clicked his pen shut and sat back in his chair again. Not really relieved, mainly just glad to get that out the way so the Summoners could plan out their next step. They could probably get in contact with Catoblepas tomorrow and…

   A soft itch entered his face as he thought, causing Rhys to raise up a hand and scratch it. His mind momentarily diverged as he felt a few bits of scruff beneath his fingers. Had he forgotten to shave that day…?

   In truth, and currently going unnoticed to Rhys, the suspiciously appearing stubble was a byproduct of some hairs starting to grow on his face. Soft and… white hairs.

   At the same time a swath of changes began entering his hands as well, although these were more noticeable and more rapid in formation. It started out with his nails thinning out and lengthening. The tips were sharpening at the same time, curling out over the tips of fingers. A red tone then seeped into the back of his hands, the prominent star-shaped mark on his right hand seeming to fade beneath the new hue. At the same time the fronts of both lightened to an ivory coloration as well. The size of both were also subtly increasing in size, gaining a few more centimeters in size.

   His skin was also shifting alongside these changes, softness becoming lost as the backs grew increasingly harder, the newly forming redness being a byproduct of their transformation into thick scales. Deeper red plate-like scales had also bubbled out the back of each finger and hand, a lot harder and more noticeable. All the while a softer type of scaling was what became of the skin atop his palms, giving them a much rougher texture.

   The sea of scales cascaded upwards, moving past his wrists rather quickly. Following not far behind were the almost hexagonal-shaped scute plating, emerging from the tops of each arm. As the reds and creams consumed his arm the already established muscle mass that Rhys possessed seemed to alter slightly. While his arms were already bulky they only seemed to get slightly larger and longer in size. Meanwhile the muscle mass within them seems to diminish slightly, losing its more significant tone.

   Despite that there was still a level of muscularity still remaining within each arm, his biceps and triceps still slightly stretching out the rolled up sleeves of his button-up. The scales would soon run beneath the sleeves with the scutes not far behind. And as it went beyond his deltoids and reached his shoulders, a more drastic set of changes entered his form with the scales moving closer towards his neck. A certain broadness was steadily entering his frame with a level of thickness beginning to insert itself within his neck.

   Rhys let out a deep grunt as one hand continued to scratch at his stubble, the hairs still seeming to be slowly getting longer. Meanwhile his other hand seemed to slip down to his neck and started scratching that region as well, the man noting that a level of toughness was entering his skin. 

   "Damn it, why am I so… itchy?" he inquires to himself. His mind blanks for a second before a random thought comes back. "Perhaps I need to wash out my scales… better…"

   His mind was starting to feel a little bogged down by a haze. Scales? Did he have those?? He's human, he doesn't have scales. He then stops scratching his face for a moment and lowers his arm, instantly proving his affirmations wrong.

   "I…" he then stops scratching his neck and places the other hand on his head instead, his hazy feeling in his mind intensifying. "Nngh, feeling… strange…" he croaked out, his voice deepening for a moment near the end. His eyes stayed fixed on the one unoccupied hand however. Scales… Rhys was in a paradox of it feeling so wrong and yet so… right.

   While Rhys pondered, the changes within his skin and body remained persistent. Especially as both halves reached a point of convergence on his torso. The flush of red and formation of scutes etched their way across his widening shoulders and broadening back. Meanwhile the softer cream tone of scales slowly made their way across his thickening front.

   The buttons of his shirt were straining as his form was widened, and this straining only grew in intensity as his torso shifted. His thick pectorals getting thicker, size bulking up with significant mass that they pushed into the fabric of his shirt. But it wasn't long before a second change started to enter into them with fat steadily accumulating above the muscle and causing his pecs to soften. They still attempted to squeeze into his shirt, but it seemed the extra addition to his chest caused a button to snap off and reveal the newly changed set of pectorals.

   It appeared this scattering of buttons only progressed, his shirt increasingly unable to contain his increasing size. Plastic softly pinged against the table and wall, an event being caused by his swelling abdomen. His six-pack set of abs were easily getting subsumed by fat, and that fat only got more and more prevalent as his gut grew thicker. Rounder. A significantly plumper physique in comparison to his previous body type.

   Another chorus of clothing destruction soon followed as soft, sequential rips pierced from directly behind Rhys. While bits of his shirt were already tearing against his broader lat muscles, it appeared that a small set of sharp and rigid protrusions were emerging from the middle of his back and piercing his shirt. They seemed to be relatively short spines, not unlike those that might be on a lizard, and it seemed their size only steadily grew as they moved upwards towards his neck and downwards towards his rear.

   Rhys groaned a bit, standing up from his seat with a hand placed on the table to support him. The hand he was staring at had fallen to his belly, softly squeezing the fat while feeling the scales that had overtaken it. His mind felt like a vortex of entropy, constantly confused and warped as he was unable to grasp what was going on. It didn't really leave him feeling panicked, but it did cause an immense amount of bewilderment. Humanity only felt far behind him as his mind twisted and turned, as his hand brushed against his scales and his eyes laid on his thick claws and shining scutes. A fragment of him still felt like they were not his and yet a more prominent thought pattern was overtaking that.

   And then, for a moment, Rhys' thoughts were broken as he felt a massive pressure begin to well up behind him. The chair that he had only just got up from got pushed back a bit as one of his feet knocked into it. Something was swelling from the base of his spine, and it felt unable to escape the confines of his pants as it persistently pressured up against them. Seconds pressed on as he gripped onto the table, claws digging into the wood. All his feelings of itchiness and bloating subsided as the only thing that mattered was this constantly increasing pressure behind him.

   Another rip pierced the air as the undergarments he wore seemed to tear, the steadily increasing pressure appearing to manifest as a bump that was increasing in size each passing second. And increase it did, getting bigger and bigger, growing more and more visible in the fabric of his pants. Rhys could only grunt as he felt it continuously build up until…

   Shrrp! Crash-

    A massive tear emanates from behind him, the chair that was there being knocked back into the opposing wall as well. The cause of this was a massive tail that had burst from Rhys' rear. It was long and starts off chunky while steadily thinning out the closer you get to the top. Scales like those all over his body covered the tail: rough and red on top while the bottom was cream tone. Multiple spines not unlike those on his back also adorned the top of the new limb as well.

   The changing man let out an almost euphoric sigh of relief at the feeling of his tail escape from his behind. He could even sense it slowly moving around, with him already feeling like he could easily control it as if it was his. It was his, right? It had to be…

   A couple more sounds of rippage emanate from around his waist shortly after, his girth inevitably increasing and causing the button to snap off his pants while his belt splits apart. The cream-colored scales continued to rush downwards, steadily beginning to shift positions as they moved to cascade down the back of his legs while the red scales took over the front.

   As more hard scutes thickened out from his legs, the muscles within them were doing their own thickening. His legwear was filling out as the musculature in his legs increased. Creases forming within the fabric as his thighs bulked up, quads and hamstrings growing in conjunction with each other. The overall wideness of his legs only became more prevalent as well, especially as things ran closer down to his feet. The crus of his legs broadened and the bones within his legs extended slightly, both vertically and horizontally. A certain level of strength had entered them as they grew more accustomed to holding up his new bodyweight, especially the massive tail that he now sported. 

   His shoes didn't get much time to resist as the widening of the circumference of his legs also prompted an increase of his foot size as well. Both of his footwear had only moments to try to contain his feet only for the sides to split apart after mere seconds, the toecap tearing just moments later. The golden buckle that held the shoes together seemed to creak and rupture as the shape of his feet bulged and shifted. Two of his outer toes merged together into a single one while the big toe moved positions, steadily pushing itself outwards and to the side. The size of his toes practically doubled as they grew into thick, almost sausage-sized masses. All the while the bridge of both feet swelled as the red scales made their way down and overtook both of them. Their shape lost all association with that of a human's foot, now appearing to look more like that of a lizard's. This only got solidified by the toenails transforming, growing outwards and curling into claws like his fingernails had done earlier.

   Rhys took a couple steps away from the table, unconsciously making sure to move his tail around in order to maneuver properly. He could feel his shirt stretch out a bit more as his neck thickened into a more trunk-like size, and it seemed to push his head a bit higher than it was before. 

   All the while his thoughts spiraled. All the stress and worries regarding his future in this city were being muddled, buried, and replaced with a different interpretation of the world. Of himself.

   "U-urgh, how… late is it…?" he asks himself, voice only prominently growing deeper than it was before. It was also developing a wisened tone of significant age within it.

   This was followed by another mixture of itches and pressure wracking his skull. Rhys raised a claw hand and scratched away again with his only reaction being, "I… really need to wash my scales better, eh?"

   Arising from his neck first was the swatch of cream scales, which steadily encompassed his lower jaw. The stubble that had formed on his face, some of the earliest changes he had garnered, had already reached a somewhat significant length as bits of it spiked out from his chin. More facial hair had found its way growing out the sides of his face as well, fluffing up and curling upwards as it steadily halted its growth. In sharp contrast, the red colored scales were moving up from the back of his neck. Clumps of black hair steadily shaved off as the scales took their territory. The itchiness started growing more prominent in that area as a result, causing him to scratch his scalp and slough off more and more hair. He didn't seem to notice though, as the hair faded from existence a few moments from falling off his head.

   Concurrently, the shape of his head was changing. His face pushing out into a muzzle, jawline rounding out a bit as his face pushed forward more and more. As it did so, his nose sunk into it until all that was left was nostrils at the muzzle's tip. His lower jaw steadily reshaped itself to allow a couple of his sharpening teeth to poke out from it. And as the scales moved forwards to the ends of his muzzle, one stringy whisker emerged from each side of the muzzle and lengthened, continuously doing so at a rapid rate for a couple seconds before stopping at a rather tremendous length.

   After about a minute or so everything was beginning to settle with the last fragments of the physical transformation settling within Rhys' face. His eyebrows lost their hair as the brow ridges themselves jutted outwards into a more triangular shape. His ears rapidly shrunk away until all that was left would be small holes used for auditory input. And with all his hair gone, a set of lengthy spines like the ones of his back made their way up his neck's behind before stopping a quarter of the way into his scalp.

   All that had seemed to visibly remain of his former self was his clothing, but not even that seemed to be staying for much longer. His button-up was the first to change, its rips and tears restitching together as its size increased to much better fit his body. The material of it appeared to change, white cotton slowly shifting to a brown wool. As it did so the sleeves unfurled until they reached his hands, and the split the shirt originally possessed sealed as the buttons and eyelets closed into the changing fabric. The shirt's collar shrunk away with the neck itself deepening to a V-shape. The outline of the neck, alongside the cuffs of the sleeves, gained a separate ridged wale texture to them that differentiated them from the rest of what was now a sweater. Lastly came a set of designs on the upper arms of the sleeves, darker browns composing a geometric flower-like design that was sandwiched between two bars and wrapped around once on each arm.

   Shortly after that another layer of fabric began manifesting beneath the sweater. Darker brown in coloration, equally long sleeves, very noticeable some kind of button-up as a collar arose and went around his neck while the two front panels of it poked out from the bottom. As the shirt buttoned itself up to the collar, a string-like object emerged from beneath the collar and gently wrapped around his neck while a red elliptoid gem manifested to finish the wrapping off, giving him a fancy looking bolo tie.

   The changes to his pants were a bit less complex. The material hardened to a denim while the gray coloration lightened to a blue. The legwear lengthened a bit, and the back of them repaired itself as it stitched to create a massive tail hole for his new tail. By the end of their changes, they had become a fairly accommodating pair of blue jeans. However the remains of his footwear underwent a more significant transformation, the torn up remains stretching wrapping around his feet in mere seconds. The brown leather retained its coloration, although its material seemed to alter a bit to something softer. The wrecked buckle fixed and softened as well, becoming a set of strings for the shifting footwear. Perhaps the most different change was the extra toecap though, wrapped around his dew claws and completing his new set of loafers.

   The newly manifested lizard blinked his eyes, white sclera changing to golf while both pupils became slits. Memories and thought processes and perceptions were ending their shifts as everything was grinding to a halt. His own name seemed to change in his mind as it changed to fit this new identity.

   Itzamna…

   Itzamna finally comes to, a slight haze still evident in the older reptile's mind. "Mmph, did I stay up late grading again…?"

   He then looks around, slowly coming to the realization that this isn't his abode. It did have a sense of familiarity at first, but that sense was evidently fleeting the longer he stood there. Although there was a part of him saying this appeared to be a Guild Bunker of some kind. Although it was definitely different from the one the Akihabara Creators were supplied with.

   "Now how did I get myself here?" he said with a hum. He tried to recall the last thing he did before waking up here but his mind was a bit too bogged to properly get something back. Guess he'd just have to find the nearest exit and walk himself back home then.

   With that in mind the anthropomorphic reptile began his search for the bunker's exit, unaware of the events that had ensued to bring him here. He was also left oblivious to the paper that had sat on the table that was just a few inches away from him, said paper now possessing an unnoticed sentence written beneath the signature line.

   'With your signature, your transfer as a member of the selected guild will last a maximum of one month.'

   …and with that, Rhys' one month journey as a member of the Akihabara Creators began.

#character tf #transformation #species tf #reptile tf #bara tf #weight gain tf #age progression #tf #furry tf

[neapocream]

Me Rating Housamo Guilds base on if I would enjoy being in there or not.

Shinjuku Summoners: 4/5

The most normal but mostly most enjoyable in my opinion. It basing an after school club with people I would like to hang out with.

Members with different past come together and just hang out as friends.

Ikebukuro Berserkers: 2/5

I would not survive this guild. Absolutely fucking not.

I’m not a fighter unless I have to defend myself and if you put me in a ring to fight someone I’m gonna use every dirty trick in the book to win.

I’m not a fighter, I’ll soon pop a cap in someone ass before I raise my hand.

Plus you only seem to get treated well in you’re are able to win few matches. The only time I will fight if I had MC power, but if I don’t I raising my white flag.

Aoyama Missionaries: 2.5/5

Honestly, the main problem are the angels in the guild. During the chapter 4 these angels was disrespectful to so many including their own guild master.

They are very judging and would treat those with bad background very differently. And they quick to jump Kengo after his fight with Zabaniyya.

And the only reason they been acting out of pocket because Arsalan let himself get kidnapped which honestly piss me off back then but still!

The only people I would even bother to hang out with is Maria, Jacob, Gabriel, Azazel and Choji. That it.

Roppongi Tycoons: 1/5

I would not survive a SINGLE day with them. Probably not even a full 24 hour. I’m not rich and I’m gonna be treated like a slave there.

Now I can hold myself back from saying anything, but if they even think of going low then I’ll go lower. I’ll bring up Ophion’s dead wife and shit.

Probably end up in a hospital bed though…

Kabukicho Outlaws: 5/5

Despite their names and how territorial they are, they accept thought who seek a place and doesn’t judge anyone with terrible background.

I honestly like all of them, especially Tetsuya. They treat others like family and I think that sweet.

Plus they don’t bother getting involved with others guilds bullshit and honestly same.

Hongo Wisemen: -/5

I honestly don’t know anything about this guild to judge what it will be like. I honestly know that we fought Shuichi and his fan girls with Shiro when we were in his turf, but that all I can recalled.

So no points

#housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners

[nemo-legrande]

the march towards tomorrow | Housamo Fanfic

A barbarian finding a home in a mysterious transfer student.

An imprisoned exception finding an unexpected connection in a berserker.

A god of thunder rediscovering an old memory and an old flame.

All in the slow march toward tomorrow.

#housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #fanfic #housamo kengo #kengo takabushi #housamo fanfic #ao3 fanfic #housamo thor

[loupmoune]

SPOILERS FOR LB7 Fate/Grand Order has a Tezcatlipoca Servant as the Grand Berserker, but he's a white blonde twink instead of the Jaguar beast like Housamo’s versions. 

  Daybit Sem Void @_1ya_ © Type Moon Fate/Grand Order Tezcatlipoca @MMDLOIDInc  © Lifewonders Tokyo Afterschool Summoners Effects: B-ToonShader@fang_MMD

#lb7 spoilers #daybit sem void #tezcatlipoca #mmd #Fate Grand Order #tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #fgo #lostbelt 7

[kairunatic]

Housamo Visual Novel, but knowing Life Wonders they'll make the kids romance options. I'll have the main romantic options consistent of Summoners,Berserkers, Entertainers,Beast Tamers,Tycoons,Missionaries,Outlaws,Crafters and Gurus. The three True Guds are a maybe. But I'd definitely put all of the 8 Hakkenshi and female characters in. IDK about any of the Event Characters.

Umm anon housamo already a visual novel lol

#ask

[summocrap]

i'm still pretty new to housamo but are boss fights really supposed to be that tough? i'm fighting berserk zabaniyya in ch4 and even with a team at about the same level and a good chunk of water-elementals (plus an overleveled support) it's still so hard to deal meaningful damage to him. i only get him down to like 1/2 to 1/3 health at best before he just annihilates me

What team do you have? Because usually boss fights aren't super hard.

If you can get Dagon as a support, he should be able to crush the boss pretty easily.

Licho should be able to skill-lock the boss as well.

Generally, if it's Zabaniyya you're struggling against, then use units that are immune to stigma and or burn to mitigate his status moves.

#Housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #Thank you for the ask!

[molebradry]

Playlist: https://bit.ly/3yu7XE1 Chapter 8: Genociders - Beyond the Overlapping Ends- The MC's group is subjected to visions, hallucinations, and memories pertaining to the MC dying at each of there hands. Driven to the point of madness until Shino rescues them. Shino breaks through Azathoth's attacks and manages to make a decisive strike, ending the illusions. But this comes at the cost of his life. Shino leaves parting words for the group to encourage them on there journey. The remaining members of the MC's group make to the building where the Genociders reside. They are greeted by giants that move to attack. Before the MC suffers a blow from the attacking giants Moritaka and Tadatomo strike them down. With renewed resolve they 2 declare that they will strike down all that stand against the MC and begin attacking with ferocity never shown before. The battle is interrupted by the appearance of Surtr who declares that the MC cannot defeat him. Despite the armored giant's words the MC goes into battle anyway. The battle makes no headway as Surtr declared. When all seems lost the MC is saved by the Berserkers who roar into battle. Elsewhere Shiro is making his way towards the Genociders guild only to be caught by Babalon. Shiro is saved by an unknown helper. The MC finally gains an opening and makes there way inside the building where his friends are being held. Babalon stands in the MC's way asking to join her side and destroy all of Tokyo or to stand against her and strike her down. The MC says that there's another way which angers the mastermind. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Support Me On Ko-Fi: https://ift.tt/TeZY75A Subscribe to Me: https://goo.gl/Jb4xtm Most Recent Upload: https://goo.gl/CcnPeH Most Popular Upload: https://goo.gl/id51qE Twitter: http://goo.gl/GjHNP -------------------------------------------------------------------- #Housamo #GamingMole #Genociders

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[summonerscenarios]

Hakumen's 4-star info piece mentions a tail spa and states 'through which she's built a relationship with a certain gladiator from the Ikebukuro Berserkers'. I read this as being Bathym, as. Well, really he's the only transient at the I.B. guild I can think of that'd need specific tail care.

So as a scenario, how about Bathym and Hakumen helping out a vulpine-therian Player? Not multitailed lile Hakumen, but still. Fox tails are flumfy and need to be well taken care of, and the two experts on fur care products would certainly be willing to help if asked

Oh you can bet that the two of them would go to the spa together - what better way to spend a day than getting pampered and complaining about people~

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Fur maintenance is one of the more important and sometimes troublesome tasks that therians have to take into account - keeping up on the upkeep of fur prevents it from matting and getting tangled up, as well as taking care of any excess fur that may hang around and get caught on things. Vulpine therians have to be especially vigilant on this front as you’ve come to realize, given the general thickness of your fur and the fact that you’re so fluffy that every time you start shedding you essentially drop your body weight in excess hair. Besides the occasional brush and you’ve learned quickly that for particularly fluffy therians like yourself, the proper tools needed to keep your fur from getting matted and messy are many and a pain to get your hands on, let alone use.

Brushes, detangling combs, shampoos, conditioners, finding the right hair dryer temperature to not make your fur frizz - it’s annoying, and it’s not like you remember much about how you took care of it before coming to Tokyo; if you did have that knowledge before it’s long gone now. Some days it's manageable, but then there’s others where your fur just doesn’t want to co-operate - those are the days that almost make you loathe being a vulpine-therian since, thanks to all the fluff, it’s noticeable when you’re not looking at your best. Moritaka, bless his heart and willingness to help a friend in need, is a big help during your first few weeks at the school. You thought he was joking when he mentioned having to do a complete brush every morning and night to help with the shedding and detangling, but the routine practically becomes a lifeline once your fur starts fluffing up as the seasons start to change. He’s helped as much as he’s able, though there’s only so many tricks Moritaka knows that can help, and you don’t know if it’s just because you’re a vulpine therian, or if your fur’s just built different, but there’s some times where you need more than just a good brush and hastily done trims in the bathroom mirror.

Thankfully, you also have friends that just so happen to notice the predicament that you’re in, and surely one such friend, being an expert on maintaining appearances, simply can’t sit by and watch you suffer. When you inevitably come to Bathym for help you can see that he’s already assessing the damage, humming something to himself as he runs his claws through one of your thicker patches of fur. You can practically hear the ideas forming in his mind when said claws catch on a tangle in your hair, and his grin is a little more sympathetic when your expression sours and you shirk away from the uncomfortable tug, ears flat against your head as you bring a hand up to your hair in a vain attempt to untangle it for what feels like the tenth time today. There’s no way that Bathym’s letting his poor summoner walk around in this sorry state, and no sooner have you momentarily smoothed out that tuft, Bathym’s steering you over to the nearest seat, practically commanding you not to move as he pulls out a phone from god knows where, with little explanation other than he’s got some ‘calls to make’.

You have to say, with how confident he is about taking care of you, you feel confident that the demon means it. You expected some advice, maybe a few product recommendations that you could go out and buy later to see if they worked. What you don't expect is for Bathym to get Hakumen involved. Or, more accurately, you didn’t expect for her to almost kick the door down in a flurry of fabrics as she storms over to where you’re sitting. Perhaps you should have - being a Vulpine therian herself, especially one who pizes her appearances so much, means that she’s far more versed in what works and what doesn’t than you currently are - and if she has her way, you’re sure you’ll be an expert by the time she’s done with you. She makes a big show cooing over her poor lord’s condition, making a few non-subtle hints about how she’s hurt that you didn’t think to rely on your darling Hakumen to take care of your present problems while she takes a good look at what she’s going to be working with.

Things move quickly from there. Before you know it you’re being walked towards an expensive looking car with Hakumen and Bathym gripping your arm on either side while they chatter to each other about all the things they have planned for you. The bewilderment on your face is ignored by your two new friends, but must be clear to others as Xolotl gives you a small sympathetic wave as he opens the door for you all to get into the vehicle. The ride is quick, and you take advantage of the free drinks and treats on display (because of course there would be drinks and treats) while only vaguely listening to Bathym and Hakumen batting ideas back and forth, along with some half-playful jabs about the others' tastes fired back and forth.

Admittedly the entire spa reserved just for you is a little bit of an overkill, but naturally with their high standards nothing but the best will do - and if that means giving you an entire day teaching you how best to care for your fur, then you’re getting that and more. You can’t help but balk under the attention as the spa staff emerge to greet the three of you the second you step through the door, addressing Hakumen and Bathym in a way that tells you they’re not just regulars, but valued customers of this place (which you can understand - the amount of coin they make on a daily basis would be enough to buy your school, never mind a day at the spa). When the staff inquire about the ‘special guest’ you immediately feel all eyes on you and there’s no denying it’s a bit embarrassing to have everyone’s attention on you. Thankfully Hakumen takes the lead from here, constantly insisting that they give you nothing but the best and finest as she all but drags you forward. She insists you’re in capable hands, but that doesn’t mean that the two therians aren’t constantly butting in to watch the whole time, putting in their thoughts and opinions on what would work best for your fur as you’re led from station to station.

The spa employees are professionals; you feel it the second you sit down in the chair and they get to work. The hands that smooth through your hair don’t hurt even as they catch on knots and work to untangle them, and by the time they’ve worked the shampoo and conditioner into your hair you’re well on your way to melting in your chair from how relaxing this experience is - if this is what it’s like all the time then you can see why Bathym and Hakumen frequent this place.

Speaking of Bathym, he’s all but too smug to point out that some of the products that they’re using on your fur care was made by yours truly - you should feel special, since so few get the chance to use them! Thanks to that and a multitude of other products you quickly lose the names of, your furs already looking a damn sight better than it was, and soft to boot! It’s already clear that you’re feeling better too, chuckling at the hair dryers that tickle as they comb over your hair, sending more than a few loose hairs all over the place as they work your fur into a more manageable state. Of course the Tycoon and Berserker are all too eager to get involved too - if only to interject with advice and tips on what to do next time you need some fur maintenance - both would rather keel over than let your hair get back into the poor state it was in when you’d first approached Bathym for help.

The tail is the hardest part, if only because of the wear and tear it's been through. Constantly tripping over it when you’re rushing to get ready in the morning; nearly snapping combs in half just trying to neaten it up; not to mention that one time Kengo accidentally stepped on it and you almost knocked him out cold because the pain made you swing without thinking- needless to say, it’s very much in need of some good old TLC. Therian’s tails are sensitive, so even with how gentle the staff are there’s more than a few breaks because you’re fidgeting too much. There’s no hiding the fact Bathym keeps snickering at how flustered you’re getting over the attention, but the smoldering glare you shoot him over your shoulder can’t be taken seriously when the content wagging of your tail betrays you.

This impromptu spa day is finished off swiftly, and you’re feeling more pampered and fluffy than you’ve probably ever felt, and at the end of it all you’re gifted a goody bag of products to boot as you’re led out of the building. You’re still trying to memorize all of the labels and notes for later, hoping that you remembered enough to help next time when a card is promptly shoved into your face. It’s a membership card for the spa, presented to you by none other than Hakumen who slides a hand around your side as she starts talking about how next time you should both come here again next time - after all she simply can’t allow you to get all of the pampering, even if she did enjoy watching you preen at the end result. Bathym’s right behind her too, slinging an arm around your shoulders and ruffling your now tangle-free fur as he comments that you’ll have to clear up your schedule soon; you have to thank them for helping you out, so what better way than your undivided attention for a few days~!

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[ark-barkness]

Now behold, my last thirsty post...

...of the year, of course

#tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #ikebukuro berserkers #meme #tumblr I swear to god if you delete this 😤

[dorokora]

After Claude’s Character Quest

#housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #summosnap #berserkers