#//tabibito; traveller

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

@hatredcurse

The House was always busy, most hours of the day. The voices of youth came in and out of the doors and windows of the isolated orphanage, as Chiba and Haruhi ushered out the various residents who hadn't already left for their apprenticeships. "Karma!" Haruhi's harried voice travelled down the hall, while the speaker herself was busy washing the dishes of earlier breakfasts. "Karma, get going already! You know Sangen-san is very generous to hire you at all!" A head full of upwards drifting ivy curls poked through a doorway, scowling. "Karma left today! Don't worry about him!" Haruhi sighed, shoulders dropping as she turned back to scrubbing. "Thank you, Tacchan. I don't know what I would do without you." Tatsumaki rolled her eyes, already leaving to go feed little Rei-chan. "Just save your voice, will you, Haruhi?"

Meanwhile, outside, some of the younger residents were playing in the grass. Daki and Denki were squabbling again, and the grass stains on Daki's kimono betrayed the reason why. Inosuke was nowhere in sight, so he and Ochako must have ventured into the woods to see if there were any mushrooms, berries, and nuts to harvest. Tohru was humming in a ring of flat white mushrooms, feeling the morning dew collect on the tips of her fingers from the mushroom caps.

It was Natsu and Muichiro, the youngest outside of baby Rei, who encountered the stranger. "Tabibi...o?" Muichiro asked quietly, voice as dreamy as it ever was. Long pale hair covered one eye like clouds reflected on water as a tiny, soft hand fisted the long dark edge of an robe, while Natsu crossed his arms and attempted to scowl at the intruder. "Wh're you, ta-bi-bi'o-san?"

[imiteeshon]

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[yoshida-midoriko]

"Once you reach the end of you journey as I did, you will see for yourself the true nature of this world. So we'll meet again, though we need not rush, sister . I have more than enough time to wait for you. We have always...had enough time."

[sora-genshin]

Version 5.0 trailer: "Magnificent Flowers of a Scorching Journey" -Travaler

I can't believe Aether's dul blade has changed😱😳🫣

natlan teaser suprised me

[sugar-zacharie]

📸✨️

[sinelmina]

Albelumi

[edswordsman]

A look at the title screen for the Glittering Elixirs Web Event! 🧪

The Traveler, Paimon, Nahida, & Cyno are on the main screen for this Web Event!

[hecate-tales]

Ready for New Year!

[zinnia--0]

guess who got to experience this so-called "blessing" first-hand:

— from prologue: act i || the outlander who caught the wind

a reminder that venti blesses all wind gliders in order for it to work:

— from the “wings of companionship” glider description

— from the “wings of the forest” glider description

[scarecrow-in-a-hatake]

I travel around a lot, so I've heard a lot regarding you, Naruto, the Akatsuki, and other notable individuals, Lord Sixth. I'll come around with rumors, intel, and other things that most shinobi aren't in a position to obtain.

For example, I've heard a rumor that Hidan is a Hatake… He's got the hair color for it. And you and your dad are the only Hatake I'm aware of, so we have a very small sample size for traits. He's got no known clan or surname, as well.

I've also heard scattered thoughts that Jiraiya’s informant from that Akatsuki was Itachi all the time. This one makes no sense with what I know, but the one I heard it from claimed that even Jiraiya himself was unaware. There's a lot of nuance to this theory, and it just spirals. I'd like to talk about it more someday.

I also heard Shisui was a personal disciple of Minato. It's not likely, but it's plausible.

-🗺️

Rumors, gossip, and speculation, then. There's value in those things, but there's also a time and place for them, Tabibito-san.

Uchiha Shisui was not a disciple of my sensei, although one of his cousins may have been a former genin teammate. I only ever saw pictures of him— stereotypical Uchiha features, but Sensei never really spoke of his earlier career outside of his apprenticeship under Jiraiya-sama.

The partners to each Akatsuki member were meant to act as both a monitor as well as support in battle, to Konoha's knowledge. If Itachi-san was the informant, it would have been very sparse communication through notes left behind in predetermined nooks or else through a chain of third parties. Regardless, let the dead rest, please.

As for the other matter... How's it going, @ishidaninthathole?

[viatrixtravels-a]

// Very disappointed that we didn't get an 'ojou-chan' from Childe this time. :((( He calls Paimon 'ochibi-chan' in the JP dub but Traveler just gets called 'tabibito'. T _ T

[nobbykun]

Artist - 松山千春 (Matsuyama, Chiharu) Song - 夢の旅人 (Yume No Tabibito) [Eng. "Dream Traveler"] Release Date - September 1982

Listen 🎶

https://rumble.com/v2tnuqq-chiharu-matsuyama-yume-no-tabibito.html

My blog: Showa Music Library https://nobbykun.tumblr.com/

[konjaku]

女郎花[Ominaeshi] Patrinia scabiosifolia

The name means flower of prostitute.

優しの旅人や。花は主ある女郎花。よし知る人の名にめでゝ。ゆるし申すなり一本折らせ給へや。なまめきたてる女郎花。なまめきたてる女郎花。うしろめたくや思ふらん。女郎と書ける花の名に誰偕老を契りけん。かの邯鄲の假枕。夢は五十のあはれ世のためしも眞。なるべしやためしも眞なるべしや。

[Yasashi no tabibito ya. Hana wa nushi aru ominaeshi. Yoshi shiru hito no na ni medete, yurushi mōsu nari. Hitomoto orase tamae ya. Namameki tateru ominaeshi, namameki tateru ominaeshi, ushirometaku ya omou ran. "Jorō" to kakeru hana no na ni, tare kairō wo chigiri ken. Ka no Kantan no karimakura, yume wa isoji no aware yo no, tameshi mo makoto naru beshi ya, tameshi mo makoto naru beshi ya.] Kind-hearted traveler, this flower is ominaeshi that one owns. But I am impressed by your knowledge of its origin, so I allow you to, please take a piece of it. Ominaeshi standing coquettishly, ominaeshi standing coquettishly, are you feeling lonely? Who made a promise to be with the flower that has the letter "prostitute" in its name until he grows old? That nap pillow in Kantan (These small, yellow flowers are reminiscent of the grains of millet that appear in the legend The Pillow in Kantan,) the dream (the hero had in it) is fifty years of the sorrowful life in the world, and this analogy could be the truth, this analogy could be the truth. From Ominaeshi Source: https://dl.ndl.go.jp/pid/1101475/1/23 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_World_Inside_a_Pillow

Ominaeshi is also called Ominameshi, Bonbana, and so on. Bonbana means the flower of Bon festival because it blooms around that time. Misohagi(Lythrum anceps) also has the same alias. Today, August 13 is the first day the lids of the cauldron of hell open, or, the first day of Bon.

[sora-genshin]

Genshin tw followers has exceeded 2.7 million! new special illustration🎉💚🌱

[snowdust64]

『Tobira』 romaji + English translation

Artist: VΔLZ Original lyrics: Miyagawa Iren English translation by Snowdust64

Notes: - Implied pronouns are in brackets. I used my best judgment to fill them in, but other listeners may interpret them differently. - English words from the original lyrics have been preserved and are denoted in all caps.

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ASPHALT bakari mite itara aozora no ARCHIVE mo minogashi chau deshou takanaru mune wa kore ijou osae kirenai dakara     atarashii asu e

If the ASPHALT is all [I] look at [I’ll] miss out on the ARCHIVE of blue sky [I] can’t suppress this pounding in my chest anymore That’s why     towards a new tomorrow

tsumiageta PUZZLE ga totsuzen kuzure tatte aseru koto mo naku bakabakashii to nagedashita kinou yori wa chotto otona ni natta ka na

The PUZZLE [I] assembled suddenly fell to pieces Nothing to sweat about Thinking, how silly, [I] tossed it out     More so than yesterday, maybe [I’ve] grown up a bit

osanai koro no yume wa  (nandakke) ima to chigatta toshite mo  (IT’S OK) mikai no ji o yuku tabibito wa kitto hitomi o kagayakasete iru hazu sa

Even if the dreams from [my] childhood are different from what they are now The traveler conquering unexplored lands Surely their eyes are shining

matta nashi no mirai ga bokura o temaneite mada namae no nai hoshi o mezasu nda hajimari no aizu kikoetetara isogiashi de tobira no mukou de machiawase

The future that won’t wait beckons to us [We’re] aiming for a star that doesn’t yet have a name The signal for the beginning If [you] hear it, then hurry [Let’s] meet on the other side of the door

ashita no koto nante kaminomizoshiru nda MANUAL-doori ja tsuman’nai shi kako no ashiato datte NAVIGATION ni naru dakara     shinpai no deban wa nashi

God only knows what tomorrow will bring And going by the MANUAL is no fun Even footprints from the past can serve as NAVIGATION So there’s no space for worry

are mo kore mo yaritakerya muzukashiku kangaenakute ii njanai? jinsei no COIN TOSS kaisuu wa kimattenai kara nando demo CHALLENGE shiyou

If [you] want to do this and that Isn’t it fine not to think so hard about it? Life’s COIN TOSS doesn’t happen a set number of times We’ll CHALLENGE it again and again

ano hi chikatta koto  (itsuka) toki ga nagaretete mo  (tagai no) atama no naka de uzumaiteru motto ookina senaka miserareru hazu sa

What [I] vowed on that day  (someday) Even if time passes by  (for each and all) It’s swirling around in my head Surely, [I’ll] be able to show [you] and even bigger back *

kimi to miru mirai ga hontou no START datte ippo fumidaseba soko ni wa niji ga kakaru tobiro no mukou ni nani ga machikamaete ite mo yukou     warai aeru basho e

The future that you and [I] see This is truly the START If [you] take one step forward There, a rainbow beams On the other side of the door No matter what awaits Let’s go, to that place where we can laugh together

samayou kokoro to wakare shite tobikomu nda NEXT STAGE e

Bid farewell to this wandering heart Leap to the NEXT STAGE matta nashi no mirai ni takaku te o nobashite mada daremo mitenai keshiki o egaku nda hajimari no aizu kikoetetara isogiashi de tobira no mukou de machiawase

To the future that won’t wait Reach [your] hand out high [We’re] painting a scenery no one has seen before The signal for the beginning If [you] hear it, then hurry [Let’s] meet on the other side of the door

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* The words ‘ookina senaka’ literally means ‘big back’ (as in a person’s back) and is a common way to describe someone as strong and dependable. In English, the figure of speech of ‘having broad shoulders’ has a similar meaning.

[kusogamesss]

Kero Kero Keroppi to Origami no Tabibito

An unassuming bridge between past and future.

Paper is with us always, from birth to death.

The 3DO’s multimedia library is a largely bifurcated collective of (early) childhood edutainment software and adult only erotica. It is an often shocking contrast, the likes of Putt-Putt and Eigo de Go! occupying the same space as Immortal Desire or the aptly-titled Sex. It is a testament to the possibilities afforded to software developers during the multimedia boom of the early 1990s, CD-ROMs making the proliferation of minimal input, high-quality entertainment a reality for those too young to meaningfully engage with interactive software, and those too libidinous for anything but appeasement. This duality makes both extremes intriguing, and led me to gravitate towards Kero Kero Keroppi to Origami no Tabibito and its heart-achingly sweet cover art and premise. One of Sanrio’s cutest characters being taught how to do origami, something I did as a child and when starting university? Sign me up.

Understandably, given the very young audience, Keroppi and his friends are taught traditional, simple origami designs that teach the fundamentals of the craft. Keroppi’s designs are toy-like, including a jumping frog, paper popper, and traditional sumo wrestler. Keroleen’s are cute objects, being flowers, jewellery, and heart shaped stationery. The origami traveller teaches Ganta how to make animals, Kyorosuke to create practical objects like a tissue holder, boxes, and notebooks, and Noberun ‘mysterious’ geometric models and more complex designs befitting his friends’ categories.

Selecting a design shows a short animation of Keroppi and friends playing. Teru Teru gives the design a difficulty rating out of five, and Den Den is an ever-present adviser as the user goes through the design’s steps. The traveller helps out in video segments to demonstrate specific folds and methods. Each design is accompanied by a bonus interactive toy or clip from the Hello Kitty and Friends OVAs. It is altogether simple but effective as a tool for teaching and entertaining.

Paper is expression.

Paper craft is inextricable from childhood itself. Paper is cheap, plentiful, easy to work with, tidy, safe, and ultimately simple. Origami exemplifies the beauty of paper most clearly. It is free of embellishment and destruction. It is singular. It can be functional or aesthetic. It is as permanent and temporary as it needs to be. It represents a compounding of the care (or lack thereof) put into it. It is nearly ancient and incredibly contemporary. It is simple and boundlessly complex. It is flat and sculptural. It is childish and mature. Keroppi and his friends demonstrate this with aplomb. Origami is an expression of the self.

Like Keroppi, I dabbled in origami as a kid. I would make throwing stars of printer paper and mar them with staples and paperclips to give them heft. Cootie catchers were scrawled on. Jumping frogs cut for ease of creation. While entirely unintentional, this engagement with origami was a refusal of the art form itself by trying to make the paper into something it was not.

On the eve of entering university, I turned to origami again, crafting modular Sonobe models and simple animals. The discovery of contemporary origami by the likes of Gen Hagiwara, Jun Maekawa, and Hideo Komatsu gave me the drive to continue the craft further because of the possibilities in a single square of paper. As my first year of university drew to a close, I presented to my mom on her birthday a senbazuru I had been working on for the past eight months. She still has it hanging on the wall of her office. I folded cranes of all sizes and left them around campus for others to find and take, and though they would sometimes end up in the trash their intrinsic impermanence meant it never bothered me. It’s just paper after all. I made increasingly complex models to push my skills and try and impress a girl I liked. I got a cat and made her little paper doodads to bat about. I rather ironically got a crane permanently marked into my skin. And for whatever reason, I slowed down my craft and eventually stopped. A global pandemic began. My lone crane became surrounded by flowers. I sent parcels to my boyfriend and packed them with cranes I had folded long ago. The models I made that were strewn around my house were put away in drawers and bins, the senbazuru and some custom boxes I had made being the only concrete symbols of this years-long hobby of mine.

Paper is a constant.

What I adore most about Kero Kero Keroppi to Origami no Tabibito is that it brings a centuries old craft into the hypermodern age of multimedia. It could work just as well as a book or tape, but it takes advantage of this new medium to address the realities of a radically shifting world. Shortened attention spans are sated with visual stimuli. Origami as an expression of national, abstract culture is conveyed through materialistic, corporate culture to try and ensure the survival of the craft. It takes something so accessible it can be done with leaves and hides it behind the extreme cost barrier of a 3DO or FM Towns Marty. Most importantly, it presents these origami models as means to an expressive end beyond the purely aesthetic. It shows me what I was perhaps missing in my drive to make complex origami. I was missing the intrinsic fun of paper, of craft, of play.

Paper is with us always, from rebirth to death.

I began HRT in 2021. My flimsy paper birth certificate was marked by a gender I knew to be incorrect for a decade. In late 2022 I came out to my parents and underwent the legal hullabaloo necessary to fix the gender marker on my identification. The impermanent birth certificate was mailed off and destroyed. It was replaced by a polymer certificate. Paper that had been with me from birth saw me through to legal [rebirth/death].

I started Kero Kero Keroppi to Origami no Tabibito in the morning, sat at my desk in my underwear in a body radically different from the one I had when last I folded paper. A body that was new. I moved to the floor, and folded without the precision I once obsessed over. My imperfections compounded.

It was an expression of the self that was real. The sun broke through the clouds and was warm on my skin.