#big buddha statue

[stonemart]

Packing 3 Feet White Marble Buddha Sculpture For Dispatch To Bhubaneswar, Odisha

[pratapkumar]

Can You Give Buddha Statue to Someone?

Gifting something to someone is always special. You must pay a lot of attention to the various options. A blissful Buddha Statue can be a great gift to someone and of course, there are several reasons.

Models of Buddha have grown more and more well-liked over time, among both believers and non-followers. The sculpture of the serene, smiling Buddha may be found in a variety of locations, including workplaces and houses. Having a Buddhist statue is like owning serenity and so, it can be an exemplary gift to give someone that renders the purity of your soul and wishes as well.

A tranquil Vinayagar Statue is always a great gift for the occasions like griha pravesh, weddings, anniversaries, etc. If you are also searching for unique items, ‘The Stone Studio’ can be your destination to find perfection.

Symbol     of peace and faith

Buddha's sitting posture constantly bestows blessings on the receiver. The statue serves as a kind of religious and peaceful representation. The person will be able to achieve a meditative sanctuary in her or his own space. Of course, you will love to pray for the person’s mindfulness with your gift.

A     piece of art

Since the world is witnessing some intrinsically adopted innovations, the sculptures are also devouring some amazing artworks. Finding Buddha Statue for Home Big Size is now more interesting nowadays as there are several options from the color, model, and especially the sitting posture of Buddha.  

More     than just a Gift

Though a gift can be anything from watches to rings, your gift needs to be unique and symbolic to enroot the presence. Gifting a Buddhist statue helps them to achieve mental peace and they can even feel the temple-like serenity at home. It is far more than a gift; it is like adding more oxygen to someone’s life by offering peace.  

Does Feng Shui talk about Buddha Statue?

We all have heard about Feng Shui and its strength to prosper lives. The origin of Feng Shui belongs to China and Buddhism is one popular religious practice of that nation. It is also notable that it is not mandatory for every Buddhist to practice feng shui, it majorly depends upon individual preference.

Buddha's idol is a symbol of spiritual concern. As a gift, Feng Shui prefers the statue as it invites wellness and positivity. If the recipient is a firm believer in Buddhism, the statute will also elicit the way to follow the Feng Shui principles.

An antique statue of Buddha is unique to place at home. Feng Shui believes that it attracts positive energy to the place and brings good luck to the people. Gift-giving is considered an inherent philosophy in Buddhism. This Dana gesture shows generosity and selflessness. The recipient receives not only a gift but Buddha teachings. Here, we can never ignore three important points to be considered with the statue for the most positive benediction –

The material of Idol

The posture of Buddha

Placement direction of the gift

Celebrate the next occasion with a special gift

A 2 Feet Buddha Statue can be an amazingly revered gift item to present your concern. It is a gesture to pray for someone’s wellness with a reflection of Buddhist philosophies. Additionally, always remember that it is a state of mind rather than a religion while gifting such statue. But don’t forget to share the most appropriate dos with the location of the Buddha statue. Visit ‘The Stone Studio’ today to explore the options and to get what you need for your loved ones.

#Origianal Post: https://medium.com/@pratapkumargoa/can-you-give-buddha-statue-to-someone-8aeb39674a04

[downfalldestiny]

The big Buddha, Phuket, Thailand 🗿!.

[travelella]

The Big Buddha, Karon, Mueang Phuket District, Phuket, Thailand

CJ

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[creativenicocorner]

Last Line Game

rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like).

thanks for the tag @babblish ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

___〆(・∀・) this is from [checks notes] 3:33am in my Glow Worms notes section of Discord as a hypothetical / potential future scene.

For those who don't know, I tend to write scenes and chapters out of order, which is why some chapters come out sooner than others ^^;

ANYWAYS the premise of this is, Reigen and his dad having a conversation.

“They’re finding new ways to sell and profit off others, just click a button and the place you paid to leave grandma will glow! Think of her, and the LED light we placed under a translucent little plastic Buddha statue.” “I can’t say I approve of how impersonal that feels, but there is a growing issue in finding space for plots. And not everyone can afford a family shrine. Giving the grieving meaningful tasks helps the mourner, opening grief to a path towards healing.” “It’s business, it’s aaaall business, I know, I get that - I just. Why does it have to be so business driven? …I’m tired.” “I know…I know you are. It’s been recession after recession for younger generations.” “A lot of times you know what the real ghost in the room is? Back at my office I mean.” “No…what?” “Capitalism.Little old ladies, or people who can't afford plumbers, or handy men, or have someone check for a gas leak.” "Yet they pay you." "Yeah," he said bitterly, "they pay me." "Are you suggesting you shouldn't be paid for your work? That I shouldn't be paid?" "No…I just…" "Do you know what would happen if I didn't do my job? If people were left to their own devices in dealing with bodies? Between black markets and inappropriately attended bodies?" "Disease," said Reigen, having heard this speech since he could remember. Then, Reigen Senior changed something in his speech, "and what would happen if you didn't do your job?" Reigen shrugged, sitting in his sulk. "I imagine a lot of old ladies and people who can't afford plumbers or handy men end up having a lot of trouble as well." Reigen looked at his father.

Will I end up using this scene after cleaning it up etc? I have no idea. But remember kids, the real entity of horror, is always capitalism.

Tagging @reitziluz @mangatxt @sharkaroni and anyone who wishes to participate!

[icarus-suraki]

Hey. I need y'all to understand just How Big the Statue of Unity is. Here's a person standing at its feet:

And here's some size comparisons with other statues.

For my fellow Americans, 182 m is 597 ft

I forget sometimes that they’re still making giant statues

[sins-of-the-sea]

//I wish there is some way I can have a simulator of 5'6" 100% gold statue vs X so I can have a way of knowing if Giovanni can lift/resist the thing.

Not necessarily for my writing. He's magic gold, I don't have to be accurate with physics, especially because logic states he shouldn't move at all, shouldn’t breathe, shouldn’t see, blah blah blah.

This is purely for *fun*.

[mehiwilldoitlater]

"Get your dirty hands off me! LET GO OF ME!"

"Listen Brother! We must act with respect! We have a lady in our hands!"

The two yaoguais kept on laughing while they were dragging you somewhere, far away from your friend and protector.

Everything happened so fast that you couldn't register the events: the Destined One, and you had to head to the location of the second relic, which you knew was in this desert. It seems easy at first; you thought that you just needed to be as careful as the last time, but something went wrong!

How could you not notice those scouts?! Maybe they were more used to the state of the place; maybe the dust covered the smell for your friend; what you know Is that in a couple of minutes your monkey was now on the ground, his chest pierced with arrows, agonizing yes, but still alive! You tried to help him with the gourd that you carried with you with your healing wine, but before that, those rats had already captured you. You kept on struggling and fighting as much as you could, but instead they had other plans for you.

"Our second prince will love this snack! I heard that this one is a really good catch."

"Ah! Please! Maybe he'll give us a bite!"

They were planning to give you for lunch to their prince. 

If it was them or him, you didn't care; what you did care was to survive and help your monkey out of that mess.

You were so focused on trying to break free from care where they were dragging you, but you started to think that it must have been an indoor when the scorching sun wasn't burning your head anymore.

It looked like a cave, maybe a temple inside the mountain based on the carvings on the walls. Columns made of pure stone, stalagmites, and stalactites decorated with sacred figures and prayers, commemorative candles near statues of Buddha and his disciples.

The ones that built the city must have used the caves in order to obtain more spaces, maybe?

You didn't get enough chance to ask since the two rats didn't show any kindness when they literally threw you on the ground.

"Shouldn't we... I don't know...cook her or something?"

"Ah! The prince and the king live their food fresh and squirmy! Now let's go; he doesn't like being seen while he eats."

And while you were Just pick up yourself from the ground, you Heard their soft and fast footsteps, leaving you in this new side of the cave. There were objects, quite a lot even, all of them around, like some small mountains of trinckets and stuff.

Furniture was around, but those were so damaged and old that you questioned if someone could even use it like that. On the walls of the cave, someone had put some decoration—canvases that had almost lost all of their colors, rusted weapons that were long lost—lost the care that they used to, for the exception of a scary giant Chui that was resting on the ground, ready to be picked.

Whoever was able to hold it must have been a quite herculean creature.

There was such a short source of light, coming from one hole in the ceiling of the wall and...from the way they took you in! There was no door, no bars, nothing! 

You didn't want to waste anymore time, and so you sprinted in the same direction that the two rats had left you, until a rumble on your feet almost tripped you for the second time.

There was another, then another one. 

Footstep, something big was walking towards you.

Two giant feet, covered in fur and some claws that you swear could rip apart your flesh, incased you. The armor was old and marred but still held some remembrance of his rank and position in his kingdom.

A large and long tail and a pointy mout... it was a rat, but it was grotesquely big. His yellow eyes scrutinized you, while his nose was sniffing the air in your direction.

Without thinking twice, you bolted so fast to escape from that thing, but you didn't get enough time since he was fast enough to grab you from your ankle and raise you up like an old ragged doll. You tried to kick it, scratch it, and try to punch it, but he didn't budge a little; it was like a mosquito bite for him.

"LET ME GO! STOP!"

Despite your plea, he just stood there, looking at you and sniffing more closely. A few of your hair sucked in his nostrils, and so I kept it up for a few more seconds. You couldn't see it, but it seemed... curious. He decided to change your position, holding you by your waist, trying to see you better from another angle.

You were beyond terrorized; from near, he was even worse! AND THAT SMELL! You shivered in his grasp, too afraid to move another punch or kick while he studied you. He finally stopped moving when your face hit a direct ray of sunlight from the hole in the ceiling. You gasped, tried to cover yourself, and then...the ground. 

He didn't tossed you at all; he just putted you down. It was incredible to notice that you didn't even feel any pain in your abdomen from where he had grasped you. At that point, he just started to emit something that reminded you of some kind of giggle, a few snorts, and he looked...excited? He trotted to one of the small trinkets stacked near the bed that you assumed was his own. starting to move things around.

He was distracted. That was your chance! You slowly start to pick it up from where you left it to get out from there, when you felt again his enormous hand on your back, grasping the back of your shirt from behind, rising you up again like a kitten.

"Stop it! I don't-"

And then, again, you were seated...in front of what once was maybe a nice tea set. His throat was emitting a strange sound while he started a small fire and put a big iron pot of water on it. He was...humming...while making tea? And there were two pairs of small cups, old and dusty, and one was for you?

You didn't muttered a word, preferring to stare at that strange creature that was now putting some dried herbs; you wondered if it was even tea in the pot, still very small for something of his size.

"Wha...what are...you doing?"

"Making tea...for the guest!"

Okay, now it was a really good moment to freak out; he thought you were a guest?! HIS GUEST?! 

"I thought you were supposed to..."

You held your tongue, reminding him about the fact that you were lunch for him; it may be quite a problem. You tried another time to move away, but suddlenly got back in place when some kind of conckut was versed in your cup. A few big drops spilled; he wasn't so versatile in this.

And then he looked at you. No, staring. He was there, staring at you, waiting for a response, and you looked at the staff in your cup. Imagine the food infection that it would cause. You kept on staring at it, trying to come up with every possible excuse to avoid the ingestion of the brooth, but three meters Yaogauis don't leave room for so many options. You gulped the content of the cup, trying to hold the near vomit coniate.

",..Gee...thanks...that was...so nice! .....Thanks..."

Oh was... please, like a lot. He started to clap, happy, drinking directly from the pot.

After that, he started again to act strangely. But this time it wasn't about taking care of the guest, but just...pile up staff...on you.

He made sure that you were comfortable, as much as you were, but his actions reminded you of a child that is showing you staff. At some point he even tried to put a necklace around your neck, but your sudden shriek made him desist, only for him to put the garmet in your hand. It was an old and broken jade pearl necklace; maybe there was a pendant in the middle since the space, but it was long gone. The small gems were broken or ruined, but it seemed to be once a really nice piece of jewelry.

At some point, your fear just became boredom and hassle, especially when he kept on showing you staff. At some point, what really caught your eye was a rectangular piece of wood that had previously fallen from one of the piles next to you. Covered in dust and mud, it must have seen better time, but, on the front, something was still visible: it was a piece of paper plastered with something on the wood, and, on it, three figures standing, one sitting in the center of it. The three standing figures seemed young, each of them with something to distinguish them from each other, the one sitting on a small chair wearing instead some regal robes.

"Ah, a painting...why did you keep it with you? Do you like drawing?"

The rat suddenly stopped, pointing his finger towards you and the draw.

"Me! Me and brothers! And my papa too! You found it, so good."

He seemed delighted, clapping his hands and making again those strange sounds. You, instead, cannot stop looking at the drawing confused. Him? Wait...one of them had a Chui next to him, and some traits, by using a lot of imagination, made him similar to your gaoler.

"Wait...this is you? You are him?!"

You pointed the figure, and he just...nodded, vigurusly.

"But," you continued, "how?! How it happened?! You were a man! How did you become a... Yaoguai?"

You said, avoiding using the word rat, opting to not make remarks on his looks further. 

"Master!" He just chirped "Master! He did it! Everyone rats now! Little brother left, searching for help for turning in rats...still missing...older brother...not so good...he acts violent...daddy like master! So I follow too! ....But not like, like, daddy."

"Master?...what master?"

"Sage! Wind sage!"

"Hold on, the...the yellow wind sage did this to you?" He kept on nodding; this time it was slower than before; maybe it was something that he wasn't proud of?

"Did it hurt you? I mean,. you didn't have a tail before. It was painful. I'm...sorry..." Your tone was softer this time, wondering how much pain that poor creature must have endured all this time. He seemed to be remembering his old life as a man; maybe, by having you in, he tried to recreate some old habits of him? Did you remind him of someone that he had lost? He didn't even try to eat you at all; he was just being nice.

He kept on looking at you, sensing the change in the room after this knowledge, and he just...poke you. You looked at him, raising an eyebrow. Was he trying to cheer you up?

"Even rat, help Daddy! Master will be back, Daddy happy, and finally Daddy will notice my work! Me protect people from tigers! Not many thanks, but still do!"

And now you felt worse! How could someone say so casually that their father doesn't give them enough credits?! He was just a big guy. Yaogaus truly were strange, from some friendly horses to a rat prince.

"I'm sorry to know that you have to endure all of this... But, you know, me and my friend, we're searching for AH!"

Trying to understand this creature, trying to get a chance to flee, and trying to not faint for fear made you forget the first reason why you were there in the first place. You rose from your spot, causing him to back away in surprise.

"The relic! The wind sage...MONKEY!"

You put down the cup; how could you stay here taking tea while your friend was somewhere pierced by who knows how many arrows?! You started to move away from there, trying not to fall from the various junk that he had put around you.

"I'm sorry! I need to leave! My friend needs me; I need to help him! I AGH!"

When he grabbed you, this time he was more scared and aprehensive, trying to stop you from your exit.

"No! You must stay! Other kill and eat, I protect and care! You too, nice! You stay!"

The fight that you left before restarted again, this time with much more vigor from you. You won't have let your friend die in that dump place!

"Put me down! I don't want to stay here with you! LET ME GO!"

His attempt to keep you in place resulted in both his giant hands holding you and trying to keep your kicking feet away from his face. He was starting to panic. Why did you have to leave?!

The struggle continued, and both of you did not notice a figure approaching fastly in your direction until you just heard a huge STOMP. The rat started to move around like a drunk man, then collapsed in a huge cloud of dust and sand. This time, you didn't have to taste the ground since two strong arms were ready to capture your fall.

"You look like you were in need of assistance, my Bián huá!"

"...Monkey!"

His furry face welcomed you once you opened your eyes from the fall with a smile and, instinctively, you launched your arms around his neck for an hug. But you remembered his wounds at the last moment.

"AH! I'm sorry! Your wounds!"

"I'm fine! See? Not a scratch!"

He showed you his chest, untouched and without trace of any wounds or arrows.

"But I saw it... Did the healing wine help you?"

"Not exactely. I've found a helping hand that...

Will let you lose your head!"

"...it's strangely specific."

He just laughed it off but regained his seriousness once he heard some moan of pain from the rat Yaogaui in front of him. He let you down, then took back his staff. 

"Wait!" He looked at you surprised. "Let's just leave him. You gave him a concussion already. I don't think he'll be a problem soon."

"All right, I don't know what happened here, but you look like you had a blast. Let's move now; more rats will come after the commotion!"

You nodded, but you still looked back at the prince with the same sorry expression from before.

"I'm sorry. It's an urgent matter. I promise to apologize better when we'll take the relic. Thank you!"

And so you and the Destined One left hand in hand the cave, noticing in a rush moment the look of pain in the prince's eyes. You wondered if the pain was for his head or something else.

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[stonemart]

5 Feet Big Size Garden Buddha Stone Idol Hand Carved By Murtikars

[daeva-agas]

Oh ok, so I was completely wrong. The crazy one is Matsunaga Hisahide, the guy who exploded himself with a teapot... That checks out for "crazy", I guess.

Yaaay it's not Magoichi!!!!

Like, Matsunaga has this reputation of torching this grand Buddha statue for no reason. Plus, up until recently if you search for pictures of Matsunaga you'd get these pictures of a deranged old dude smashing up a teapot so he just looks really psycho.

But the other one... is... SHOGUN YOSHITERU???????? Aw man, it's another one of those unreasonable "we thought he was dead but he wasn't".

Like, Yoshiaki became the shogun because his brother Yoshiteru died. So if Yoshiteru is not dead, then where'd he go? And he just sat there doing nothing while Yoshiaki made a big mess of everything???

Matsunaga being un-killed is fine, because he died in a siege and blew himself up with the teapot. So just say that the teapot exploded and nobody actually died, and that's fine. Or maybe the story will be "actually the teapot bomb thing is not true".

But Yoshiteru???? HOW???? WHY????

Unless maybe the wormhole kidnapped Yoshiteru however many years ago that was, and then spat him out in the future, so because he "disappeared", he was proclaimed dead?

Anyway, it's the ex-shogun and some high brow (albeit psycho) Kyoto court official. I guess we're gonna start doing more ~whacky Sengoku politics~ and, I dunno, maybe they'll involve the emperor again and stuff.

[colebabey888]

Must Haves For My Future Home 🎀🐈‍⬛ | THE IT GIRL DIARIES

a few essential staples that i want in my home. very much colebabey888 coded x

| a dimmed light, pink walk in closet, no exceptions, this is an absolute must have for me!

| obviously leopard print! this black staircase paired with the printed rug, chefs kiss. A black cat lamp with a printed frame top? so me

| a big centre pink cherry blossom bonsai tree or anything that resembles it

| an indoor sauna & japanese bath

| pink Hail Mary sculpture, a black Buddha statue alongside an incense burner & candle station

xoxo, colebabey888

[the-monkey-ruler]

I think this is the first big chinese media that had wukong retire as buddha. Lego doesn’t count their lore is confusing.

So funny enough a friend @aerkame was telling me how this is the same company that made the Asura Online (2007) 斗战神 and how they could share similar lore as well! They gave me this Reddit picture that really helps explains it.

The reason that the game could be called "Black Myth" would be that immortality (and also enlightenment or Buddhahood) isn't what it seems at least in the game. The games kinda take a more Bio of Wukong kind of approach as more of an illusion for people in power to keep their status quo, rather than following the original myths such as heaven being good and yaoguai being evil it moreso treats it as if it two factions of equal merit fighting each other. Just that one is considered more 'acceptable' than the other than to humans and Yaoguai are actually just misunderstood and oppressed.

It does help Wukong's image of someone that fights against oppressive governments no matter what. Even though it is sad that immortality/enlightenment is a lie. But it does have the advantage of subverting the expectations of people familiar with the story (heaven good & demons bad) but I feel that Black Myth allows for more room to breathe with their characters as the yaoguai are allowed more complex backstories without changing too much of their canon. It feels more genuine in making them still their characters but making them just more sympathetic.

Anyway this is just me saying that I think I think Black Myth follows more of that kinda of storyline, hence rather than Wukong becoming somehow unenlightened that he was more misled into a false promise of Buddhahood from the start.

[skeletorrito]

another little snippet from my cutesy, fluffy satosugu fic <3

 Satoru comically scooted himself down the length of the bench until he was resting his head on Suguru’s thigh. “Play with my hair while I nap,” he requested in a murmur. 

Suguru laughed, shooting an incredulous look at his friend. “Are you joking?” Satoru peered up at Suguru over his sunglasses. Oh, no, he’s serious. Suguru started, carefully, “Satoru… isn’t that a little-” 

“What, best friends can’t play with each other’s hair?” Satoru defended, a small flush spreading across his cheeks, “We clearly need some rest and we’ve got time to kill before we ride back.” 

Satoru flashed his big, blue, puppy-dog eyes, not that Suguru needed much convincing anyway, and Suguru sighed. “Fine, fine. Such a princess…” he muttered. He gingerly threaded his fingers into Satoru’s fluffy, snowy white hair, so soft and thick.

Satoru was immediately transported back to his childhood when his many nannies would stroke his hair to coax him to sleep. It was so soothing and nostalgic to feel Suguru pet his head like this. “Just gimme like… fifteen minutes, okay?” He said with a hum, eyes closing contentedly as Suguru’s fingers grazed his scalp. Satoru was out in a matter of minutes, easily slipping into slumber on his trusted friend’s lap.

Suguru could have easily spent hours like this, spending an equal amount of time watching Satoru sleep peacefully and admiring the vast temple they were in. As he mindlessly stroked, he finally had a chance to take a good look around. Even with the rubble and destruction, it was gorgeous. The walls stretched on and on, accented with rich reds and glinting gold murals of Siddhartha Gautama and his journey to enlightenment. Miraculously, the giant, gold Buddha statue still stood tall behind the collapsed wall. He closed his eyes, focusing on steadying his breath and nothing else in the world besides his hand in Satoru Gojo's hair.

Satoru finally stirred from his slumber nearly an hour later. Suguru was still in the same position as before, losing track of time as he meditated with his fingers in Satoru’s hair. Satoru let out a big yawn, sitting up and stretching. “Damn, I needed that. How long was I out?” 

“An hour, I think.”

“An hour!? You could have woke me up! What the hell were you doing for an hour?” 

Suguru shrugged, “Meditating.” Satoru gave him a deadpan expression. “Oh, I got rid of Ichiji, too. He thinks we’re taking the train home tonight,” he added, smirking. To avoid raising suspicion, Suguru called Ichiji not long after Satoru fell asleep to sweet-talk him into leaving. According to Suguru, they were going to “sight-see” in the area since the mission wrapped up so quickly and they’d take the train back to Tokyo tonight. Ichiji bought this lie immediately and reported back to the academy. Suguru’s curse manipulation technique always fell second to his ability to talk himself out of a situation, his charisma and charm its own jujutsu entirely. 

Satoru laughed and smiled, “Nice! Now we have the whole day to chill.” He turned towards his teammate. “Alright, Suguru, it’s your turn.” 

“Huh?”

Satoru patted his lap as he clarified, “I’m not greedy, I’ll return the favor.” 

Suguru eyebrows knitted together. “I don’t really nap well, you know that.” Though he’d be lying if he said didn’t think about Satoru stroking his hair. 

“Well, that’s because you’ve never had Satoru Gojo playing with your hair. C’mon, just lay down. If you fall asleep, awesome, and if you don’t, you still get to relax.” 

Suguru smiled, conceding and resting his head on Satoru’s thigh. He blushed, his gaze resting on the temple ceiling. Were his daydreams of romantic moments, such as these, with Satoru Gojo finally coming to fruition? His shallow crush only deepened over the time they grew close, but never once did he expect it could be reciprocated. 

At least, not until today. 

“It sounds like you just want an excuse to play with my hair,” he teased. 

“Well, you do have great hair, Suguru,” Satoru replied with a grin as he pulled the elastic from Suguru’s bun, allowing his charcoal hair to spill onto Satoru’s lap. “It’s getting long!” He pulled his fingers through to splay its full length. 

Suguru’s eyes fluttered closed as he commented, “Thank you. I’m letting it grow out.” Satoru wasn’t lying, it was extremely soothing having Satoru run his fingers through his hair. He fell silent, a small smile spreading across his face. 

It had been over a year of Satoru secretly longing to touch Suguru’s hair again. The time Suguru spent the night in his dorm, and his curiosity got the better of him, nearly changed his life. He couldn’t stop obsessing over it, his fingers itching every time he saw Suguru fix his bun. It was still so silky and beautiful as it fell through his fingers. For having such an excitable personality, he had a surprisingly gentle touch as he caressed Suguru’s locks.

“I admit, this is nice…” Suguru practically purred, sighing happily. He was definitely growing sleepy, allowing himself to let go and lean into the feeling of Satoru playing with his hair. 

“See? Now go to sleep.” 

Suguru did end up drifting off, but only for about thirty minutes. He awoke to two luminescent, ocean eyes staring right at him and jolted. “Jeez, Satoru, you scared the shit out of me.” He moved to sit up, but Satoru’s fingers were still tightly entwined in his hair. 

“Oh, sorry,” Satoru replied sheepishly, flushing and looking away. He pulled his hand back quickly so his friend could get up. 

Suguru stood and stretched his arms and back. He felt better, a lot better actually, his energy replenished. “I guess we can go, I can summon the- hey, where’s my hair tie?”

“Oh I lost it, sorry.” 

He lied. It was in Satoru’s pocket.

Suguru squinted at him, giving him a scrutinizing look. “You’re lying.” 

“Swear I’m not.” Satoru lifted his hands as if he was being interrogated by the police. 

“Guess we need to call Ichiji, then…” Suguru started with a mock sad tone, pouting and grabbing his phone from his pocket. “It’s not safe to fly with hair in my face.” He opened the phone, his thumb over the call button. 

Satoru groaned and rolled his eyes, shoving a hand in his pocket. “Oh, look at that, I found it. Oops, my bad,” he said sarcastically and flicked it over to Suguru. 

Suguru rolled his eyes back, muttering “Idiot” under his breath, and quickly tied his hair up in a tight bun. He strolled outside of the temple to find an open space to summon his new curse and Satoru trailed along. 

Thanks for reading! :-) Be sure to read the rest of the fic here:

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hi! Can I request Anya Reader who’s looking for one of her Papas/Big Siblings, only to say *To Apollo* ‘I don’t want this Papa’, who’s dying from laughter?

-It was sometimes confusing for not only you but others, having so many papas, big brothers, and big sisters, especially when you wanted one of them specifically.

-Unless you said ‘I want Papa Shiva’ or ‘I want Big Brother Hercules’ and you just said ‘I want Papa’ they would have no idea who you wanted if you wanted someone specifically.

-You were enjoying running around, having fun outside, playing in the warm sunshine, until you tripped over your feet, going down hard face first.

-Apollo, who was watching you, ran over as you sat up, holding your nose which was now scuffed up a bit, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, “Owiee- papa!!”

-Apollo was quickly kneeling next to you, “Y/N- are you all right? I’m here!”

-Like a switch had immediately been flipped, your tears stopped, and you had a deadpan expression on your face, “Not you.”

-Apollo turned to stone, in shock that you didn’t want him in your time of need like this. You came to him for other things, but he wanted to be depended on all the time, like many of the others.

-Leonidas came over, hearing you crying, as he had seen you fall as well, ignoring that statue of Apollo alone as he picked you up, “C’mon you- let’s get you cleaned up.”

-You nodded, sniffling softly as you failed to see a single tear slip down the cheek of the stone Apollo as he lamented not being able to help you.

-Leonidas was trying hard to hide his smile, dying on the inside and when he brought you inside, Loki, Raiden, Shiva, and Buddha were dying, roaring with laughter over what you had said to Apollo. You didn’t understand why it was so funny to them. Maybe you could ask after you got cleaned up.