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I could only see a better me in your eyes

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Noragami!!

a lot late but here you go! I miss noragami sooo much

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my second card piece for Night Divining, @noragamitarotzine, AKA extra card Hiyori as the Fool! this one was so much fun, as it was meant to represent Hiyori's journey throughout the series :')

leftover sales last only today, December 23rd!!! get your book, deck, or merch now~

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Oooh, for requests, could I see a cxs and lg outfit swap? I love your art!

Hi! Sorry for answering 4 months later 💀 and thank you for the ask!

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"Trapped in endings I don't want you to know."

(-- alternative colors cuz i'm indecisive:😄)

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trapped in endings i dont want you to know

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i did a second fic for the @noragamitarotzine project that still has leftover sales open for a TEENY BIT LONGER GO GET ONE

the hierophant ( ao3 )

Walk through this gate, feel this hush, let my falling petals meet your outstretched hands. Let the cool, petal-scented water purify your skin.

This is my favorite time, the spring…yours as well, incidentally. We share a fondness for the sweet east wind.

Leave your offering. Say your prayer. But first, talk with me.

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Great and terrible he was, and not in the way things today are “great” or “terrible.” It was easier to become a god back then, and easier to strike at them from this shore. He benefited from that. He can admit that now. He was not one prone to admitting much. He still isn’t.

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See how he presides? See how peaceful and untroubled his brow? His worshipers cannot say the same; their worries leave cheeks thin and eyes hollow.

His most frequent request is one of immediate practicality. Before the schools hold their exams, the shrine floods with pale, nervous students, eager to offer up this last—to most of them futile—bit of hope.

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He was a man of letters, a high person in politics, a scholar in days when scholars could be as savage as warlords. He was subtle, quick, and ruthless. He read a great deal of literature that improved his mind, and some that did not. He had enemies, because men of letters, high people in politics, and true scholar-lords always do.

He advised, he schemed, he bribed, and, yes, he wrote poetry. Many great men did. Hitherto, his magnificence had been measured only by human metrics, and praised by human mouths.

Gods care nothing for fame.

Fear, however. They care a great deal about fear.

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He waits for you to approach. Your hesitation is natural, even wise, but you must cast it off. You have been honored with his attention and time, and to waste a second of it would be a blasphemy.

“What is your request, child?”

The calm of his voice settles over you like a silk scarf. You look at his face, into an expression of such sanctified silence that for a moment, all words are lost.

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The stories are, I must admit to you, conflicted. But trust me, gentle supplicant, when I say that the gods care less for cause than for effect. The cause of a scholar-lord’s death is much less interesting to them than the effects of that death, which were cataclysmic.

Storms. Not spring storms that bring rain and sweetness, but merciless, dry, rolling tempests, full of blue lightning and the wardrum of thunder. It was, they believed, the vengeance of Sugawara no Michizane, who had died in exile and had put down his poems forever to chase the men who caused his end.

Impressive, don’t you think? The gods thought so, too.

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You hear yourself address him, your request murmured in a voice that doesn’t shake or stumble. The anxiety you felt at the entrance to the shrine has melted off you like early spring snow.

“Your prayer has been heard,” he tells you, which is more than you expected to hear.

There is an utter calm in his voice that makes you think of deep, silent water. His expression is so intense–an intense quietude, but in its savage focus revealing his other extremes.

You see the heavens scarred with blue lightning. You hear the echo of the wardrum.

What you feel in response is not quite fear—for a moment you are the sole passenger in a small boat, on the surface of that depth of water. No imminent sign of danger, but something could still emerge.

“Thank you, revered teacher,” you say in a panic, blurting it out as you take one step back, and then another. At a respectful distance you bow once more, unable to meet his ancient gray gaze, and turn your back on the peaceful grounds of the shrine.

As you hurry away, you may have resolved not to return. Many who meet the master of this shrine do. But they do return—each of them returns, whether it be in weeks, months, or years.

Farewell, worshiper. I will see you again.

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Denouement

Word Count: 946

Summary: On wishes, cycles, and endings.

My stretch goal piece for @noragamitarotzine, featuring Hiyori as The Fool. Leftover sales are still going on, but not for much longer, so hurry on over there to grab your copy!

Read: AO3

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Ersatz

Word Count: 678

Summary: She still waits for him to return.

My piece for @noragamitarotzine, for the card The Star!

Read: AO3

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a wind-up heart

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The 10 year art meme but it's only Noragami

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Bro I've been forgetting to reblog my stuff here all year...please excuse me while I go on a leetol reblog spree and also remember to follow my art blog so you don't see something 8 months later

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the graphicless cover I did for Night Divining, @noragamitarotzine! This project has been a true work of love, and I was happy to supplement additional visuals aside from tarot cards, including fanfic illustrations and card-and-box design. Only 2 days left to grab leftovers before they're gone forever, so check out the shop now!

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me when i don’t let past and future be

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"I've seen it a million times"

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vii - the chariot

I finally get to show what I drew for @noragamitarotzine. So happy I got to draw Bishamon for the zine, being one of her biggest fans and simps :3

Leftover sales are going on right now, please go check it out here if you want this illustration and many others in a beautiful zine and ALSO as a tarot card deck.

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LINK CLICK: YINGDU CHAPTER OPENING 「The Eye」 by BaishaJAWS