#blue dragonfly clan

[werewolf240moon]

Annasahi Aleyna cosplay from Vilecti also known as Élodie Turmel

She even took a picture with Vanrah @poizongirl

Credit: Vilecti & Vanrah (instagram and Facebook)

[yuesya]

No because you can’t just say “someone who won't leave her” about mom!shiki and give us NOTHING on the moments she and yuzuki had together, you can’t—

*sobs into my pillow*

The first time Gojo Yuzuki ever sees the fabled Gojo Shiki is during midnight, in the middle of the garden.

... It's an unexpected encounter. Yuzuki wakes up in the middle of the night, coughing harshly. Blood paints his lips, stark-red and crimson.

He feels like he's about to go insane -insane from being trapped inside this room, filled with the scent of bitter medicines and the scent of incense. From being trapped inside this broken body, the constant pain and irrefutable weakness from which there is no reprieve-

He doesn't know what possesses him that night. All he knows is the singularly overwhelming desire to get out, to escape this gilded cage that was created for his own good, and he...

He opens the door. On light, trembling feet, Yuzuki slowly steps outside into the summer night. He doesn't really know where he's going, just that he needs to move, and then in midst of the darkness, he sees-

Light.

Lantern-light.

Yuzuki's feet come to a stop, through no volition of his own, and he finds himself staring.

There's a girl, whose silhouette is faintly visible beneath the lanterns scattered around the lily-pond. The summer season means that the water lilies are in full bloom, and even though the colors are washed out in the darkness of night, the lantern-light brings them back in rosy hues of red and pink.

She's dancing.

She's dancing, across the bed of madly-blooming lilies. Somehow, he has the presence of mind to register that her feet are bare, as she gently touches upon a lily pad as a dragonfly skims atop the water. The girl spins gracefully, then leaps into the air once more. As light as a bird taking flight, but infinitely more ethereal. It's an absolutely masterful display of control over cursed energy-

The girl lands in front of him, long white hair fanning out behind her as she looks him directly in the eyes, and suddenly all air is forced out from his lungs.

Her eyes are blue. Unmistakably blue, shining with an eldritch glow beneath the moonlight.

Cursed blue eyes.

... There's only one person in the clan that this could possibly be, and Yuzuki stumbles, horrified by his own breach in decorum from such rude staring as he prepares to apologize-

And instead, coughs out a mouthful of blood. Directly onto the blessed child's yukata.

He desperately attempts to regain control of himself, desperately tries to do something, anything to salvage the situation-

"Well, that's new," a soft voice sounds in front of him. Light, lilting, and just a touch amused. "I didn't know I was that scary."

The last thing that Yuzuki is aware of before he tips over and loses consciousness is a pair of hands reaching out to catch him, unbothered by the blood.

Faintly, he smells lilies.

[canon-notcanon-warriorcats]

Okay time for opinions on warrior names :) Top five prefixes you want to see used for the first time, top five prefixes you want to be reused, top five prefixes not used and you hope never are, and top five prefixes you pray to StarClan the Erins forget about Su's no-longer-canon prefixes can go under never used or reused depending on how you want to look at them Bonus, include suffixes (doesn't have to be five, as many as you want if you do)

i want them to use bear- i don't care if there has never been a bear in the series before, they've used like pear-, cherry-, olive-, apple, otter-, and wolf- before and when the fuck have any of those ever been mentioned in the books, except i think wolves were seen like once in like one paragraph or something i dunno

oh, and also beaver- because they know what beavers are now, i think dovewing and tigerheart should name one of their kits beaverkit, i mean that's how they literally met was on the journey to find the beavers, or petalfur should have, brackenpelt should be beaverpelt, or sedgewhisker should have, featherpelt could have been beaverpelt, or larkwing could have been beaverwing

and raccoon-, skunk-, opossum-, let's get more of a variety of animal names tbh, dragonfly-, caterpillar-, bat-, bug-, ladybug-, mosquito-, chaffinch-, butterfly-, mockingbird-, cardinal-, groundhog-, sheep-, cow-, horse-, firefly-, pig-, chicken-, rooster-, boar-, cocoon- (i dunno if that counts as an animal, i think it should), more specific bird species, etc

also egg-, i want them to use egg-

OH and like, temperature names or adjectives like warm-, chilly-, chill-, frosty-, dewy-, cloudy-, breezy-, clouded-, windy-, stormy-, etc

also dandelion- and other flower names

also purple-, pink-, and orange, they've never used those colors for names before

i'm not doing ones they haven't used that i don't want them to use because honestly i don't think there are any that i would dislike them using, like MAYBE worm- i guess because that was specifically used as an insult towards tallstar when he was a kit so that'd be weird to actually name a kit wormkit

ones i want them to bring back: running- PLEASE bring back running- and like other verb and adverb prefixes like swift-, bring back wolf- and vixen- PLEASE, and also badger- and otter-

this has never technically been a prefix before, but there was that character shivering rose and like FUCK THAT'S SUCH A GOOD NAME, please i want them to use shiver- or shivering- as a prefix

we also haven't really had morning- or dawn- in a while, i like those names

they also don't use color names really anymore since like ambermoon, or technically violetshine though she was named after the flower, and graysky and graypaw, bring blue-, red-, black-, yellow-, silver-, and white- back, and also they've used green- and brown- like ONCE each, bring those back too

ones i don't want them to use anymore: so there aren't really any prefixes that i don't want them to use ever again but like... stop naming cats wrenflight and robinwing, please we have enough wrenflights and robinwings, technically they've only named two cats wrenflight, but like i was looking forward to finding out what wrenpaw's warrior name was gonna be, and when i found out it was wrenflight i was so disappointed like erins PLEASE wrenflight is literally tallstar's sister and onestar's mother, you KNEW you already used that name before and you had JUST given two characters such cool and creative names with kitescratch and turtlecrawl and now you're deciding to go back

actually that's a lie, i want them to name one more character robinwing, but they have to be shadowclan so there can have been a robinwing in every clan, we need the whole set

sorry i ignored the list 5 rule, i had way more ideas than i thought lol

[b0kksu]

Gimme some more hcs for his Bleach verse uwu. Please. 😌

The Gojo Clan is ranked as the third noble family within the Soul Society. They are illusive, enigmatic, and do not wish to associate with others unless absolutely necessary. Everything is done by a proxy, thus, there is one designated soul within the clan that will represent them. The greatest && longest standing member is the rare anomaly, Gojo Itsuki who as a son is considered somewhat of an oddity. Thus, he is the sire of the Six Eyes, the crown anchor of the family’s lineage. Most are aware of a Gojo due to their physical traits along with strong spiritual presence, the majority of the clan are women, they tend to wear hues of silver, light blue, dark blue, or teal which is considered royal amongst them. 

Satoru himself isn’t seen until Rukia’s execution, he acts as a diplomat keeping the peace && building bonds with the Royal Guard. In fact, his presence at that moment was merely to investigate while being rather nosy himself. While he appears jubilant, kind, over excited about everything his spiritual pressure is menacing && can quickly trigger fear even the impulse to buckle. That is depending on his mood or if he wishes to play nicely, which he isn’t, he is aware of the strength within him && what his birth means. There is a strange sense when one gets to know him that the role he is designated to wear is an empty crown. Seldom few know the truth of his being until it is later revealed; he is the Soul King.

Loves the living, envious of those who can transverse between death && life. He likes to hear their stories over tea with plenty of sweets. Though it’s rare to see his actual gaze as the Gojo Clan finds the bindings to keep away impurity, there is an overwhelming sense of sorrow, Satoru who wishes to leave the cage behind but cannot. He’s resigned himself to duty && fate for a greater ambition even if it seems futile. 

Short Zanpakuto, The Inverted Spear of the Heaven, yes this is a complete play on the weapon that nearly killed Gojo in canon. Infinity is considered a secondary addition, the shield barrier acts as a part of the sword, when pierced it can combust or explode in a final act to keep Satoru safe. He always jokes, with such a sword, you could fell the Gods && the Soul Society - wouldn’t that be neat? 

Long hair is a sign of luxury in the Gojo Clan, those who wear it often plate it or wear a loose fluffy braid, Satoru prefers the ladder. Delicately woven into his locks is a light blue ribbon to signify where he came from. It is a keepsake he adores deeply since it is one thing that resembles Satoru, not the Soul King. In his younger years, he is depicted as a man with an undercut and fearsome dark blue eyes. He also wears a haori over his uniform in pure white with silver tassels, a long dark red scarf safely pinned by an emblem of a dragonfly, a mark of the Gojo Clan that is seen within their jewelry, portraits, ect. 

I think if given the chance he’d probably love hiding out at the Shoten with Urahara. It would be hysterical if Satoru was a store clerk who kept check of all the inventory and even wrote various blog posts to entice customers over new sweet treats. 

[wangxianficrecs]

exit, pursued by fierce corpse by hauntedotamatone

exit, pursued by fierce corpse

by hauntedotamatone

Not rated, 4k, Wei Wuxian & Wen Ning

Summary: “The Jin clan of Lanling is rich beyond rich,” The second boy whispers, or rather, attempts to whisper. “If we bring them the head of the Yiling Laozu, they’ll have no choice but to reward us!” It’s quite a stupid endeavor, especially for three, unarmed, young masters whose knowledge of combat and heroism likely comes from playhouses alone. - “Wei-gongzi,” Wen Ning whispers, barely louder than the sound of a person breathing and all the more striking when it comes from one who does not. His face is still, the undisturbed waters of a pond, but there is something in his eyes that reminds him of brightness, the shine of a dragonfly skimming the water. - alternatively; wen qionglin, the method actor.

Kay's comments: A fic that's not sugar-coating the life Wei Wuxian and the Wens were living at the Burial Mounds, as they were trying their best to survive. Wen Ning and Wei Wuxian are on their back home when they encounter three young masters intent on poisoning the dreaded Yiling Patriach. They decide to take things into their own hands and Wen Ning bites right into the poisoned apple to teach those guys a lesson! He's a great actor indeed and honestly, I loved the idea so much. Two silly little guys indeed.

Excerpt: “Did I ever tell you my parents had a donkey?” Wei Wuxian says, seemingly out of the blue as they trudge onwards “ They carried almost everything they had on its back. I bet I could borrow one for a bit and return it before anyone notices.” Wen Ning gives a thoughtful hum that Wei Wuxian has come to recognize as skeptical. He’s right to be. Animals do not particularly care for Wei Wuxian any longer, balking at the sight of him, aside from the crows that have come to expect there will be something for them to eat wherever they hear the sound of Chenqing. Such an aversion would have proved useful to him long ago. It’s come at least ten years too late. “Fine, you could negotiate with the donkey,” he concedes. “Have you ever thought of going into livestock diplomacy?” “I used to bring strays to jiejie,” Wen Ning says. This was, after all, the very means through which Wei Wuxian met Wen Qing. “She couldn’t always fix them, but she always tried.”

pov wei wuxian, burial mounds settlement days, assassination attempts, slice of life, depressing slice of life, friendship, crack treated seriously, good friend wen ning, found family, pranks and practical jokes, canon compliant, yiling laozu wei wuixan, ghost general wen ning, @hauntotamatone

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[lyriumlullaby-ao3]

okayyyy the lovely @ruthvelyan tagged me in a game to gush about an oc?? lmao idk all the rules, i think it can be any oc you like, but i love to talk about my beloved dorterrr so! lmao here we go <3

i'm sorryyyyy i don't have almost any good screen grabs of her bc i'm too busy playinggg lmao

NAME: Miri of Clan Lavellan (all the shems think her clan name is her second name and she is judging them lmao)

NICKNAME: usually it's just Miri, but Varric calls her Snowdrop! (partly bc she reminds him of Merrill :') )

GENDER: cis female

TAROT/ZODIAC: judgement and the wheel of fortune // scorpio sun, capricorn moon, aries rising

HEIGHT: 5'3" // 160 cm

ORIENTATION: straight and polyamorous

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Dalish! her clan roamed the Free Marches and Antiva when she was young.

FAVORITE FRUIT: pears! she loves the flowers too <3

FAVORITE SEASON: summer, definitely! during the summers her clan would travel father south to escape some of the heat, and that often meant they'd spend months camped along the Minanter River. she loved to swim there, and loved all the colorful dragonflies. <3

FAVORITE FLOWER: waterlilies! also courtesy of the Minanter :)

FAVORITE SCENT: wood smoke, the spices used to cure venison in her clan, fresh bread, and the scent of fresh herbs (things like wild mint, elfroot, embrium, vetivert root, and lemongrass!)

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: teaaaa all the way, and she's especially fond of green tea. she'll drink whatever caffeine is available, though, for sure. i headcanon that Cullen drinks a particular earl grey blend with peppermint for his headaches, and when they get closer i'm sure she drinks it with him and loves it!

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 5-7. she tries very hard to get enough sleep, because she knows she's cranky without it and isn't as suited to the work she has to take care of, but she's got a bit of insomnia that makes falling asleep difficult. she's always up with the sun.

DOGS OR CATS: both! her clan kept dogs, but the Circle had a few cats kept around as mousers, and she really enjoys both now.

DREAM TRIP: after being with the Inquisition, Miri's been pretty much everywhere--what she really wants is to go visit her clan, who now live in Wycome on the coast of the Free Marches.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1-3, depending on the season. she doesn't tolerate either hot or cold very well, and adjusts accordingly. she's always liked having soft furs on her bed, too, because it reminds her of home.

RANDOM FACT: Miri's eyes are heterochromatic! she's got one that's green, and the other is blue.

ahhhh this was so fun, jaz, thank you for the tag!!

i have no idea who's been tagged yet, soooo if you've already done this, that's cool, or if you wanna do it again with a different oc, i would love to see it! i'm gonna tag @starstruckkittyface @broodwolf221 @jazzmckay and anybody else who'd like to do this! i love hearing about ppl's ocs so genuinely, if you wanna do this and haven't been tagged, poke me so i'll see it <3

[the-clawtake]

SCOLDED

(So it turns out, Jehan has always had a habit of... liberal interpretations of orders. As his Ursari is not scared of informing him. Even if, frustratingly for his superiors, he tends to be right.)

“And that was the reasoning behind my chosen course of action, Ma’am.” Jehan stifled a wince as his sibkin finished the explanation. It was, given the information on which it had been based, a perfectly reasonable explanation, but Jehan had disagreed from the beginning with the other cadet’s interpretation of the briefing, and in hindsight, had been correct.

“Well reasoned. Your logic is sound, Cadet. A pity then, that you based your conclusions on flawed data.” The tutor panned her gaze across the other members of the Sibko where they were gathered around the holotable, before fixing a stare back on the luckless cadet. “You’re briefing specified that the Opfors had made no declaration of intent, and offered no formal Batchall. You were informed of the class of dropship that had been tracked making a landing, and had access to the information detailing it’s capabilities. Furthermore a brief examination of the insignia on the dropship imagery provided, or a consideration of the foe’s IFF frequencies should have clued you in that they had no Clan affiliations, and thus could not be expected to follow Zelbriggen. I am disappointed in you, Cadet. Do better.” She turned now to Jehan.

“And you. Cadet Jehan. Would you care to inform me what your orders were?”

“Aff, Ursari. Proceed to the marked Nav point, maintain radio silence, and await further instructions.”

The tutor nodded, hummed briefly. And then inquired, in a honeyed tone.

“And do you feel, Cadet, that your actions were in compliance, with those orders?” Jehan paused at this. Considering.

“Aff.” he said after a moment, with a confidence he did not feel. “I proceeded, as ordered, to the assigned nav. At no point did I break radio silence. I was, at every stage of the exercise, ready and willing to recieve updated orders.”

“And that is how you would record it in your after-action report? Neg, do not answer. We shall see.” The Ursari pressed a control on her remote, and the projection on the holotable shimmered into movement. Another toggle and the transparent projection of an Alpha pattern Adder shifted from glowing a pale blue to a bright yellow. As they watched the replay of the exercise, Jehan’s Adder approached the marker for the nav point the cadet commanding the exercise had set, paused for a moment, and then continued moving, off the ridgeline he had been assigned, down a defile and into a wash that would put him in a more advantageous position if the opfors had deployed it’s full capability and not just what had been detected.

“That does not look like awaiting further instructions at the Nav, Cadet. You may not have agreed with your commander’s orders, or his interpretation of the briefing, however I observed that briefing. You raised your concerns at the time. Your commander chose to disregard them. That is on him. However. Disregarding his orders reflects on you.” The playback continued. The second opposition star, the one the dropship had the capacity for, but who’s deployment had not mentioned in the briefing, swept over the nav point unopposed, but missed Jehan’s Adder in it’s concealed position.

The commanding Cadet gave the order to engage. From his concealed position, Jehan began to loose volleys of LRMs on the weaker rear armour of the second star Battlemech’s, who turned to engage him en masse. By the time he went down, a Dragonfly and a Black Hawk were shattered hulks, but the remaining three ‘Mechs joined the primary star, and soon the rest of the Cadet star joined him in defeat. The Sibko watched in silence, until the Ursari stopped the playback.

“This scenario was intended as a no-win from the beginning. You are reaching the point in your training where you cannot afford to be unaware of shortcomings. A return to the Inner Sphere could happen any time, and you must all be ready and prepared. Cadet Hans, you make assumptions. You do not examine your preconceived notions, and this negatively impacts your decision making. Cadet Jehan, you have a bad habit of disregarding orders you do not agree with. This is likely to get you killed, by Trial of Grievance if not by enemy action. These are failings you both must correct. And as for the rest of you...” She turned to each Cadet who had been involved in the exercise in turn, calling out their shortcomings, explaining where they needed to improve, or what they needed to alter.

[inolienkiki]

cataloguing all my new books because I love doing this

my friend was in town last week, and having somebody visit reminded me that I can just. go places and do things whenever I want

so I went to three different bookstores, and I also ordered some online "just in case"

so. new this week:

Lumberjanes 1 & 2 (ND Stevenson & friends)- I read the first one earlier this year and liked it, but was a little confused? so I got the sequel to help me out with that!

Wheel of Time 4, 5, & 6 (Robert Jordan)- I'm already this far in. What more do I have to lose?

Echo (Pam Muñoz Ryan)- A fond memory! I was asked to review an advance copy of this book when it came out in 2015. At the time I was making fast friends with the local librarian, and she ended up asking me to review a lot of books after this, including The Box and the Dragonfly, my favorite book ever! I remember liking Echo a lot, and then it got the Newbery medal so I was probably right.

Hollow Dolls (MarcyKate Connolly)- I was looking for Monstrous, another book I reviewed around that time, but found out the author is still writing... about body snatchers apparently? How could I say no?

Edgedancer, Dawnshard, & Mistborn Secret History (Brandon Sanderson)- Found some nice hardcover editions of these three Sanderson novellas I love. I know Lift's not a popular character but she's one of my favorites <3

Power of Three, Omen of the Stars, & A Vision of Shadows (Erin Hunter)- Finally got myself Warrior Cats arcs 3, 4, and 5! I've never actually read AVoS so I'm very excited about that.

Onestar's Confession (Erin Hunter)- I don't actually like Onestar and I've heard this book isn't very good, but it's the only Super Edition any of the bookstores had...

Secrets of the Clans, Code of the Clans, & both Ultimate Guides (Erin Hunter)- The first two of these are a lot nicer than I expected! The full-color illustrations and fold-out maps are very welcome, and almost make up for Featherwhisker not being in the second Ultimate Guide >:(

A Thief in ThunderClan & The Rise of Scourge (Erin Hunter)- Rise of Scourge isn't my favorite but it's waaaay prettier in color. I've been excited about its release.

The Disappearing Spoon & The Icepick Surgeon (Sam Kean)- I love both these books! But I didn't own them for some reason... so I finally got them in paperback to match my other Sam Kean books.

Chasing Vermeer & Hold Fast (Blue Balliett)- The Wright 3, also by Blue Balliett, is one of the most well-thumbed books in my library! I finally got myself a copy of Chasing Vermeer, plus Hold Fast, which I've actually never read.

Gregor the Overlander (Suzanne Collins)- I don't actually remember why I put this on my reading list, but I'm really excited to try it out!

Nevermoor: The Trials of Morrigan Crow (Jessica Townsend)- One of you on my dash is really excited about this book, and I'm ready to get into it too.

The Constant Rabbit (Jasper Fforde)- I'm going to read Thursday Next eventually and I think it's going to thoroughly absorb me, so I figured I'd try some of his other books first! This one is about anti-rabbit bigotry, apparently.

Babel: An Arcane History (R.F. Kuang)- I'd been casually waiting for this to come out in paperback so I could try it without committing too much. We'll see how I feel about it!

The Thursday Murder Club (Richard Osman)- I love mystery series, especially big or ongoing ones, so I figured I should give this a try! Weirdly enough, I know Richard Osman from having been on Taskmaster, despite him being pretty thoroughly independently famous.

Legends & Lattes (Travis Baldree)- The premise intrigued me. I normally go for epic fantasy, so I'm not sure if I'll find this fun... depends on the quality of the storytelling and the presence of a romantic subplot (or, preferably, the lack thereof.)

The Hexologists (Josiah Bancroft)- My best friend told me about this, and it looked so ridiculous I just had to try it (/pos).

Raybearer (Jordan Ifueko)- I know almost nothing about this! But it was another friend's first recommendation, and if her taste is anything to judge by, I'm going to love it.

Gideon the Ninth (Tamsyn Muir)- Also new and exciting for me. I say I like to read fantasy, but I feel a little bad that most of that rests on Brandon Sanderson. So I'm trying some new fantasy authors!

Because Internet (Gretchen McCulloch)- I used to listen to her linguistics podcast a lot- "Lingthusiasm"- so for a long time I thought her last name was spelt McCullough. I'm sure she'd find that interesting.

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue (V.E. Schwab)- I know V.E. Schwab has written a lot of cool-looking fantasy books, so I'm trying out a standalone from her to see whether I'd like to read more. Should be intriguing!

Watership Down (Richard Adams & friends)- This is actually a graphic novel adaptation of the original classic, which is a book I absolutely love. I got this for my grandma for Christmas, and I just couldn't resist getting my own copy!

This Is How You Lose the Time War (Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone)- I do love time travel, and anything that scratches the DARK itch will be well welcome.

In the Lives of Puppets (TJ Klune)- After reading The House on the Cerulean Sea and Under the Whispering Door, I'm sure this will be lovely. I'd been eagerly awaiting its paperback release for quite a bit!

Yeah, I don't know why I did this. I love both reading and collecting books, and sharing them with people is quite the treat <3

I hope my 3 followers and cheezbot enjoy this!

[warriors-rewritten-chaos]

Warrior Cats Prefixes List- D

I had a WC Name Generator on Perchance that I made but I don't seem to have access anymore, so I'm remaking it here as just a simple list. The definitions used are the ones that Clan cats have for those things, and thus are the origins of the names. Definitions used are whatever I found when I googled it.

Dace-: "[noun] a small freshwater fish of the minnow family, typically living in running water"

Dahlia-: "[noun] a tuberous-rooted Mexican plant of the daisy family, which is cultivated for its brightly colored single or double flowers"

Daisy-: "[noun] a small grassland plant that has flowers with a yellow disk and white rays"

Daffodil-: "[noun] a bulbous plant that typically bears bright yellow flowers with a long trumpet-shaped center"

Damselfly-: "[noun] a slender insect related to the dragonflies, having weak flight and typically resting with the wings folded back along the body"

Dance-: "[verb] (of a cat) move in a quick and lively way; [noun] a series of movements that utilize speed and rhythm"

Dancing-: "[noun] the activity of dancing for pleasure or in order to entertain others"

Dandelion-: "[noun] a widely distributed weed of the daisy family, with a rosette of leaves, bright yellow flowers followed by globular heads of seeds with downy tufts, and stems containing a milky latex"

Dapperling-: "[noun] an agaric and possibly poisonous mushroom in the family Agaricaceae"

Dapple-: "[noun] a patch or spot of color or light; [verb] mark with spots or rounded patches"

Dappled-: "[adj] marked with spots or rounded patches"

Dark-: "[noun] the absence of light in a place; [noun] a dark color or shade; [adj] with little or no light; [adj] (of a color or object) not reflecting much light; approaching black in shade"

Darner-: "[noun] a large slender-bodied dragonfly"

Dart-: "[noun] an act of running somewhere suddenly and rapidly; [verb] move or run somewhere suddenly or rapidly"

Dash-: "[noun] an act of running somewhere suddenly and hastily; [verb] run or travel somewhere in a great hurry"

Dawn-: "[noun] the first appearance of light in the sky before sunrise"

Day-: "[noun] the part of the day when it is light, the time between sunrise and sunset"

Deathcap-: "[noun] a deadly poisonous basidiomycete fungus, one of many in the genus Amanita"

Deep-: "[adj] extending far down from the top or surface"

Deer-: "[noun] a hoofed grazing or browsing animal, with branched bony antlers that are shed annually and typically borne only by the male"

Delta-: "[noun] a wetland that forms as rivers empty their water and sediment into another body of water, such as an ocean, lake, or another river"

Deluge-: "[noun] a severe flood"

Dew-: "[noun] tiny drops of water that form on cool surfaces at night"

Dewberry-: "[noun] a trailing European bramble with soft prickles and edible fruit which has a dewy white bloom on the skin"

Dewdrop-: "[noun] a drop of dew"

Dill-: "[noun] an aromatic annual herb of the parsley family, with fine blue-green leaves and yellow flowers"

Dim-: "[adj] (of a light, color, or illuminated object) not shining brightly or clearly; [verb] make or become less bright or distinct"

Dimming-: "[verb] make or become less bright or distinct"

Dipper-: "[noun] a short-tailed songbird related to the wrens, frequenting fast-flowing streams and able to swim, dive, and walk under water to feed"

Dive-: "[noun] a plunge head first into water; [noun] a steep descent by an aircraft or bird; [verb] plunge head first into water; [verb] (of an aircraft or bird) plunge steeply downward through the air"

Dizzy-: "[adj] having or involving a sensation of spinning around and losing one's balance; [verb] make (someone) feel unsteady, confused, or amazed"

Dock-: "[noun] a perennial plant that grows from taproots, related to sorrel"

Dodder-: "[noun] an annual seed-bearing parasitic vine in the dodder family"

Doe-: "[noun] a female deer"

Dog-: "[noun]  domesticated carnivorous mammal that typically has a long snout, an acute sense of smell, nonretractable claws, and a barking, howling, or whining voice"

Dogbane-: "[noun] any of a genus (Apocynum of the family Apocynaceae, the dogbane family) of often poisonous plants chiefly of temperate-zone regions with milky juice and fibrous bark"

Dogwood-: "[noun] a shrub or small tree of north temperate regions, which yields hard timber and is grown for its decorative foliage, red stems, or colorful berries"

Dot-: "[noun] a small round mark or spot; [verb] mark with a small spot or spots"

Dotted-: "[adj] marked with or in the form of dots"

Dotterel-: "[noun] a small plover with a brown streaked back and a chestnut or buff belly with black below"

Dove-: "[noun] a stocky seed- or fruit-eating bird with a small head, short legs, and a cooing voice. Doves are generally smaller and more delicate than pigeons, but many kinds have been given both names"

Down-: "[noun] the layer of fine feathers found under the tougher exterior feathers of birds"

Downy-: "[adj] covered with fine soft hair or feathers"

Dragonfly-: "[noun] a fast-flying long-bodied predatory insect with two pairs of large transparent wings which are spread out sideways at rest"

Dream-: "[noun] a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep; [noun] a cherished aspiration, ambition, or ideal"

Dreaming-: "[verb] experience dreams during sleep; [verb] indulge in daydreams or fantasies about something greatly desired"

Drift-: "[noun] a continuous slow movement from one place to another; [verb] be carried slowly by a current of air or water; [verb] (especially of snow or leaves) be blown into heaps by the wind"

Driftwood-: "[noun] wood drifted or floated by water"

Drizzle-: "[noun] light rain falling in very fine drops; [verb] rain lightly"

Drop-: "[noun] a small round or pear-shaped portion of liquid that hangs or falls or adheres to a surface"

Droplet-: "[noun] a very small drop of a liquid"

Drought-: "[noun] a prolonged period of abnormally low rainfall, leading to a shortage of water"

Dry-: "[adj] free from moisture or liquid; not wet or moist"

Duck-: "[noun] a waterbird with a broad blunt bill, short legs, webbed feet, and a waddling gait"

Duckling-: "[noun] a young duck"

Dune-: "[noun] a mound or ridge of sand or other loose sediment formed by the wind, especially on the sea coast or in a desert"

Dunlin-: "[noun] a migratory sandpiper with a down-curved bill and (in the breeding season) a reddish-brown back and black belly"

Dunnock-: "[noun] a small passerine, or perching bird, found throughout temperate Europe and into Asian Russia"

Dusk-: "[noun] the darker stage of twilight"

Dust-: "[noun] fine, dry powder consisting of tiny particles of earth or waste matter lying on the ground or on surfaces or carried in the air"

Dusty-: "[adj] covered with, full of, or resembling dust; [adj] (of a color) dull or muted"

[werewolf240moon]

Can you draw the blue butterfly (Anna) and the tiger/grey cat (iruu) together ?

Iruu Romanov and Aleyna Annasahi

Anna & Iruu belongs to VanRah @poizongirl

[strelles-universe]

Clan Names - Bugs and Creepy Crawlies

Ant: Primarily a ThunderClan name. A black or red cat, usually someone diligent, hardworking and well-behaved, someone cooperative.

Bee, Bumble: Primarily a ThunderClan name. A cat who is thickly striped, someone who wiggles a lot or is clumsy, a cat who is industrious and determined.

Beetle, Scarab: Used by all clans equally. A cat who is tough and stands out, protective.

Caterpillar: A ThunderClan or WindClan name. A brightly colored or vibrant cat, to have great potential.

Cicada, Swarm: A WindClan or ThunderClan name. A mostly black or brown kit, someone who single loudly and frequently, someone social.

Cocoon, Pupa: Used by all clans equally. A white or silver cat, someone who is growing.

Cricket, Locust, Grasshopper: Used by all clans equally. A brown or black furred cat, someone with long hind legs.

Dragonfly: A RiverClan or ShadowClan name. A cat who is agile and sure-footed, someone with great confidence and skill.

Firefly: Used by all clans equally. A distinctive or easily noticeable cat, soothing or attention-grabbing.

Flea, Tick, Mite: Primarily a ShadowClan name. A cat who is small and irritating, annoying and bothersome.

Fly: A ShadowClan and a ThunderClan name. A mostly black cat, someone who is irritating, agile and clever.

Grub, Larvae: Primarily a ShadowClan name. A white or orange furred at, well-fed or rounded cat.

Honey: Used by all clans equally. A golden or yellow furred cat, one who is soothing or kind.

Hornet: A ShadowClan or a WindClan name. A bright yellow cat, a cat who is easily bothered or agitated, aggressive; someone territorial.

Ladybug, Ladybird: A RiverClan or a WindClan name. A mostly red or deep orange cat, welcome or friendly; dangerous.

Maggot: ShadowClan Exclusive. A bright white or yellow cat, vile or infuriating, able to make the best of bad circumstances, adaptable.

Midge: A ShadowClan or a WindClan name. A mottled or tortoiseshell cat, someone who is nervous or sneaky.

Mosquito: Primarily a ShadowClan name. A cat who is small and pushy, often and white banded cat.

Moth, Butterfly: Used by all clans equally. A distinctive cat, someone skilled with herbs or medicine.

Pillbug: Used by all clans equally. A gray furred cat, someone playful or shy.

Roach: Primarily a ShadowClan name. A dark brown cat, one who is adaptable and determined.

Scorpion: Used by all clans equally. A black or deep red cat, someone with a shiny coat; deadly or sharp-clawed.

Silk, Cobweb: A WindClan or a ThunderClan name. A white or blue furred cat, someone with very soft fur, a skilled craftcat; alternative to spider.

Snail, Slug: A RiverClan or a ShadowClan name. A silver or gray cat, cautious or slow to action.

Spider, Tarantula: A ShadowClan or a ThunderClan name. A dark furred cat, someone with legs, trapper; manipulator or planner; a skilled craftcat.

Swallowtail: Primarily a WindClan name. A cat who is brightly or strikingly colored, swift, clever and athletic.

Wasp: Used by all clans equally. A black or yellow cat, someone dangerous of quick-witted.

Weevil: A ShadowClan or a WindClan name. A black or dark brown furred cat.

[a-chuffed-floating-panda]

A love in the eye of the hurricane ch40 (unedited)

(Originally posted 14 February 2023. Sleep deprived. Slightly better edited chapter)

A day prior…:

“No!” Ngodup cried and put his small hands over hers to prevent her from snapping them. “Like this.” He made a show of snapping his fingers and his kasaya went from orange to blue.

Jamyang still hadn’t gotten the hang of casting illusions. Either the frequency wasn’t right or the way she channeled her chi was wrong.

“Your chest goes BOOM- BOOM right before and then you snap.” Jamyang blinked. She’s lost. Boom-boom?

“Boom-boom?”

“Yeah! You channel your chi, your body goes boom-boom, and then you snap. But you have to make sure you channel it to where you want it to. Like this, for example.” He snapped his fingers and now he’s in a blue kimono. He snapped them again, and long, flowy hair fell down around his shoulders.

How?

“See?” Ngodup mockingly primped the sides of his new (?) hair. “Just like that.”

… she sighed. It was this and the art of sealing that she struggled with the most; not too much chi and not too little, just right in between.… This was a great analogy for the lamrim chenmo now that she thought about it. “Okay, explain it to me again. One more time and I’ll get it.”

Jamyang did sort of get it by the end. Sort of. She changed the colour of her linen brown shoes to black. Progress. It was something. She’d never gotten to this point.

Ama patted her shoulder sympathetically when Ngodup ran inside to get something to drink and told her she struggled with the same thing when she was younger.

Still a day prior…:

Chances like these were rare. Incredibly rare.

A spiritually enlightened rinpoche was at the Eastern temple. Such opportunities rarely presented themselves to any dharma brother or sister in recent centuries. But there’s one thing. They didn’t have a chance to approach him. He was never alone.

He was always in the presence of his friend, a nun, or her daughter. They made it impossible for them to watch from a distance. And they’d just… disappear into thin air even if they followed them. They’d never read any writings on such techniques. Magic? High-level airbending techniques? They knew the mother and daughter duo to be talented. Then… Shinobi arts? There was no solid proof of their existence, none in the order had it, but they wouldn’t leave it out because of lack of evidence. 

There were shinobi families and clans recorded within the order… just no names. No signature traits. Nothing to go by to track them down. Each suspect evaded each attempt to verify a source; sometimes with blood.

The blessed one was a talented bender for his age. They observed and wrote it down. Must be with the aid of his previous lives. Who was he then? They needed to figure that out. The nature around the temple was fond of him. The dragonfly bunnies even picked him up and flew around in small circles. They wrote that down too.

He jogged into the kitchen, placed four cups on an oak wood tray, picked the nearest teapot and carefully poured tea into each cup. There’s a habit in the way the blessed one moved. They noted that as well.

He picked the tray up, walked a couple of steps before stopping. He appeared… dizzy? And placed the tray back on the table and leaned his back against the nearest wall. He grabbed at his temples and looked to be in pain. A vision? They needed to write-

There’s a sudden realisation. The blessed one was alone. They could approach him.

“Rinpoche-la?” They tried and got a pained groan in response. “Are you okay?… Who are you right now?” They dabbed at the sweat collected at the blessed one’s brow. 

He panted. “… firebender…” They arched a brow before writing, ‘firebender?’ That couldn’t be right. He’s an airbender right now. How did this reincarnation line work?

“What’s causing you pain?” He didn’t answer at first. They watched, intrigued, as his features grew from soft to sharp. A classic firebender characteristic.

He mumbled under his breath. “… ies, spies, spies, spies!” They recoiled at his change of volume. His features pulled down into a snarl and he lunged at them with a kunai, drawing blood from their cheek. He grabbed them by the front of the robes and pressed the weapon to their neck.

“You’re one of them, aren’t you? Who are you working for? Traitor! Traitor!”

Thuckh!

Something hit their side, something small. They fell over and… they couldn’t move. Their limbs wouldn’t move! What was this? Steps rushed closer.

They barely caught the other pair of steps that followed at a calmer pace. 

“Pabu!” That was his friend. Chi. Who pulled him into a hug as the blessed one continued to yell about ‘traitors’ and thrashed in his hold. The weapon clanked as it fell to the floor.

“Jamyang, don’t.” The nun could speak? They’d never heard her utter a word so far. There’s a hard sigh. “… I’ve never been so insulted before.” They heard papers shuffle. Their notes.

“No one is entitled to have everything they want.” They tried to move, wiggle their fingers and toes- nothing. “If they keep you out, then it’s done for a reason.” 

Why couldn’t they move?

“I’m-,” they’re cut off when something hit the back of their head, and the next thing they know was darkness.

They woke in a bare bedroom at the temple. Everything hurt. What happened? They still couldn’t move. A face appeared above them. The nun. An empty smile graced her lips.

“I have some poisons I need tested. Are you a willing test subject?” Poisons?!

“Hldg.” ?? What? Why couldn’t they talk? “Nlgg.” Her eyes curved as she smiled. “Good to know. I’ll just be a second.” 

She stood there at their bedside with a syringe. “Consider yourself lucky that it’s just poison.” they could feel her hand as it gripped their arm. Warm and soft. “But if you ever try that again, I’m taking your fingers and toes.”

Still a day prior…:

Jamyang held back the urge to burn the notes. This was the third. Ama caught two others earlier without her knowing and held onto the notes as evidence.

Yara barged into her room along with Sonam, a sleeping Jangbu, and a confused Gawa. “Sit, be comfortable. Explain the difference,” she gestured to the two others. “I want to understand how this works for you.” And so she did. Tried to. Multiple times because she’d ended up confusing herself on some of them.

“But like,” Yara’s hands moved in a way she couldn’t explain. She looked at her from where she laid on the bed- her bed. Her dearest sibling had kindly given her the floor to lie on. Jangbu was the only one allowed on the bed with her. “How does it work for you? You’ve had crushes and you’ve liked people, but not,” Yara flicked her wrist, frowning as she looked for the right word. 

“Pursued them?” Jamyang helpfully supplied.

“Yeah, that! Why?”

Why? Good question. “I don’t know.” Honest. “I never felt like I needed to.” Also honest. “Most of them were way older than me, so I couldn’t exactly pursue them. And I’m happy knowing they’re happy. If they wanted to have something, then I wouldn’t say no.”

Yara rolled over, careful not to disturb Jangbu. “So, if they pursued you for a relationship, then you wouldn’t say no?” 

“If I liked them, yeah.” 

“What makes Gawa different then? How come you’re pursuing something there?” Jamyang turned to look at her and looked back at Yara as if the answer was obvious. “It’s Gawa.”

A faint blush appeared on Gawa’s cheeks as Sonam giggled and Yara rolled her eyes.

Present:

Dorje looked over her shoulder as she painted. Tashi and Tenzin were asleep in a makeshift bed in Uma’s saddle while Gaden and Chesa flew with Gawa and Asahi and the rest of the herd.

Gawa still expressed annoyance at the herd’s impromptu visit. (… “what the hell are you doing here?! I told you to stay home! You brought red pandas too? Jaya, stop laughing!…”) Red pandas jumped between bison, squealing each time she tried to grab them, dodging just in time. It was good evasion training, although at the expense of an increasingly annoyed Gawa.

Chesa and Gaden expressed joy because ‘soft ji la dom chung!’

He gasped, gripped her upper arm, and leaned closer. “A’we you paintin’ Gawa an’ d’e pandas?” She turned to him and held a finger to her lips. “Hush, keep it a secret for now. You know how to keep secrets, right?” He put his hands over his mouth and nodded.

He gushed as she continued painting. ‘So pwetty! You make her so pwetty! D’as a nice colour. I like Gawa, she is nice. Do you like her?’

“Yeah, a lot.” He squinted his eyes and got really close to her. “You like, like her?” He knew about the concept of liking someone? Did he know about kisses, too? “Yeah,” she nodded, looked around, leaned close to him and covered her mouth and whispered. “I’ve even kissed her, too.” That did it. Dorje’s eyes widened, and he gasped until he coughed.

“No.”

She laughed. “Yeah, I have.” If there weren’t many people around, Jamyang would jump over and kiss her right now. She’s already referring to her as her partner in her head. And she only set off two months to go through the dating phase, minimum one. It’s more because she wanted to experience it, but Jamyang feared she might cave at midnight on the last day of the month.

Currently, two weeks away…

Dorje looked over at Gawa, back at her, and grinned.

Meanwhile, at the Western air temple…:

Shaohao came to a skidding halt as he jumped off of Dragon Blue and onto the temple plaza. He might’ve jumped a bit too early. The gap was large. Using heat differed from airbending. He was still trying to get a hang of this thing.

Shaohao looked around, unused at seeing the temple so barren. What did he come for again? “Airball.” He set off toward the airball court, clumsily bowing and greeting the two confused nuns he met- some of those that stayed behind to take care of the newborns, he guessed- with a quick ‘Tashi delek.’

Airball, airball, airball. 

He turned the corner and put in more speed when the empty court came into sight. He could play like them now. Like actually play like them if he’d gotten this thing down. He didn’t need to touch the ball anymore. 

Shaohao fell down a hole of studying when Gawa mentioned that ‘you should try using heat instead’ in one of her letters when they were children. She sent scrolls about the topic- apparently a lost to history thing- and he spent multiple weeks at the temple trying to study it. He couldn’t stay too long, being a prince and all, so his friends often came to the palace to help him.

Shaohao picked the ball up, checked the air- it was warm enough for him to try- and he tried to move the ball with the heat in the air. It wiggled, lifted for a brief moment before falling back down again.

“Spirits of the islands…” He sighed and his shoulders sagged. He glanced up and back down at the ball. “Maybe I should throw it…?” It’s an option.

Shaohao took two steps back, threw the ball up, focused on the heat in the air and concentrated it around his hands, and - he gasped. The ball floated. It floated! 

Carefully, he moved the ball to his left hand. It only dipped a little, but it stayed floating on the concentrated heat. He moved it to his right hand. It also dipped then, but what mattered was that it stayed a float.

He changed his stance, threw the ball up, focused the heat to his foot and kicked when it fell in range. His foot didn’t touch the ball, but it flew to the other side of the field. Hope rose in his chest. Now, for the important part, Shaohao sprinted over to it. Any scorch marks? He picked it up, turned it, nothing, turned it again, still nothing.

No scorch marks. 

 “YES! FINALLY!”

Jamyang smiled into her knee when Gawa angrily shooed at two of her bison. She animatedly gestured in the direction where Taktsang was and Jamyang understood what she was doing even as the wind roared in her ears.

The bison steered away from them with groans that somehow sounded disheartened.

Gawa sat back down, threw her hair away from her face and put it into a ponytail. Jamyang’s eyes were fixed on her hands as they moved. Had she even seen Gawa put her hair in a ponytail before? Not a single memory came to mind. The nuns or those with long hair at Taktsang favoured braids. She often saw ponytails on those that hadn’t gotten their tattoos yet.

Her neck was pretty. She could do- no, she��s not going down that route yet.

… This was one of those moments, wasn’t it? Where the other person drew them in. Putting the hair up into a ponytail was a common trope for that. Sonam had done it a few times, so she’s a little familiar with it, although she hadn’t managed to get this reaction out of her.

 Was Gawa flirting with her? 

Gawa looked over at her in that moment- mind reader- smiled and turned to look back at Gaden and Chesa.

Jamyang continued to stare. Her jawline too. She could do-

“You have some drool.” There’s a tap on the left side of her mouth. “Right here.” Yara giggled as Jamyang sent her flying with a gust of wind. Dorje burst out into laughter-waking Tashi and Tenzin- and laughed so much that he toppled over.

Jamyang looked away from Gawa as Dorje kept laughing. Why couldn’t Yara let her stare in peace?

It’s sunset when they got back to the temple.

Jamyang looked forward to getting settled back into routine and, most of all, a bath. It always helped with her mood after a long flight; Flying to a destination and from it were different; Sister Tsering said it was called flight sickness. She grabbed her things, picked up a sleeping Dorje and floated off of Uma. Tashi and Tenzin followed right after her, grabbing onto her robes to stay steady.

She burrowed into her fur. “I’ll come back and get the saddle off of you, okay? I need to get settled in first.” Uma rumbled and nudged back at her.

Jamyang made her way into the temple with her things, one sleeping toddler and two tired ones. Good, so far. She turned the corner and walked straight down the hallway. The young children and toddlers stayed there with a handful of other nuns. 

“Jamyang?” She heard someone say, and she turned to find a nun stood there in the doorframe, a couple of feet behind her. Ah, she walked too far. Jamyang backtracked, said bye as she handed the children over to her, “they’re all clean, I had them bathed before leaving. Gawa should be here soon with Gaden and Chesa.” She turned and made her way to her room. It was her turn to have a bath now. 

Nice. It was going to be so nice and relaxing and help her get out of this mood. 

Her room, she opened the door and left her things by her desk. She fell back onto her bed. Home. 

… okay enough lying around, she’s going to fall asleep if she laid there any longer. Jamyang grabbed her soaps, towel, new robes and headed over to the baths. 

Wait, she's going to prepare a bowl of water first. Bowl of water and then bath.

Shaohao cheered from atop of the beam. He scored. He scored!

The score was still 27 to 11, but he’d scored. That’s the good thing. He impressed the nice nun, Amrita, who agreed to play with him.

“You’re still on the losing side, you know.” She twirled the ball with her bending and swished it over her shoulders as she readied for another serve.

“Eh, I might be, but minor victories are a thing.” Baby steps. Using heat was difficult. It was everywhere in the air, so he overshot a few times- a lot of times.

Shaohao still scored, though. Progress. He’s happy even if he’s on the losing side.

“Uma?” Owner’s human stood in front of her. “Hmrgh?” She rumbled and licked them. Owner really liked this human. She did too. She gave them another lick. Owner’s human was really warm, and they carried the best food.

“I can take your saddle off instead, if that’s okay. Jamyang looked tired when she went inside.”

“Mrgh.”

“… That’s a yes, right?” She gave owner’s human another lick.

“Okay, I get it. It’s a yes.”

Jamyang dried her hair and laughed under her breath at the squeaky ‘I’m sorry’ at the door.

She’s decent, if a little damp; that’s mostly her hair, though. “What is it?” A red faced Gawa came to sight when she peeked out from beneath the towel.

Jamyang heard the gears in her brain move. Gawa’s mouth opened to say something, but it closed after a couple of seconds. There’s something exciting about her reaction. A bit of an ego boost. Egos were bad. Suffering was always the outcome of the ego. Her teachings said so, but they also said all the ways on how to minimize it. Jamyang, though, had a bit of an unorthodox upbringing. She molded her rules.

Indulging every once in a while, staying in the present and treasuring the moment for what it was, wasn’t bad. Impermanence and all. When life was so glum, then simply having been able to experience something like this should be a joy in itself.

“…” Gawa looked away, not meeting her eyes. “I forgot what I was going to say.”

Jamyang chuckled and put her towel aside, replacing it with a mirror and the bowl of water she’d readied before. “You can come in,” and continued to look for her hair oil and shaving kit. The door closed and quiet footsteps moved toward her.

“You looked tired, so I took care of Uma’s saddle. You don’t have to worry about it.” Jamyang gave her a side hug when she was close enough. “Thank you.” She was tired. It wouldn’t have been the first time she’d left Uma’s saddle on after getting back from a trip.

Uma knew not to be too active whenever that happened. Sister Jamyang or any other nun at the stables would often take care of it if Uma went there afterward. 

Slightly damp hair was best for her when it was time to shave her hair. Jamyang tried it with completely wet hair- Jaya and some of her other classmates did that- once and nicked herself on the first try. It didn’t impress her when she got more nicks after looking for the method that fit her the best.

The bedsheets rustled as Gawa sat down. Jamyang felt her eyes on her as she separated her hair. Hm, she looked into the mirror and turned her head to the side to get a better look. Did she need shaving cream this time? It had grown out a little since her last shave. She didn’t need to, but just to be safe, she used a shave stick instead. She wetted the growing hair, rubbed the shave stick over them until she got a light lather.

Then she picked the razor up and started shaving.

Gawa’s gaze followed her hands as she watched each movement through the mirror. “Why do you shave your hair here? I’ve never really understood it.” Jamyang didn’t understand either. “This should be your next research subject because I don’t really know, it’s just always been like this.” It wasn’t mandatory to keep your head shaved, but most of them did. And that meant that she, who’s so attached to her hair, didn’t need to shave it, but it helped get her back into routine. Jamyang kept her hair longer in the front after finding her technique. She splashed the razor in water and continued.

“It helps with bending and feeling the wind,” Jamyang shrugged. “others will have different answers.”

“That’s why you put bells in your hair. You don’t need to shave it.”

“True.” She smiled. “But it helps me get back into routine whenever I get back after a trip.” And… there. Done now. She turned her head to the right, clean, and then to the left, also clean. She dropped some hair oil into her palm and massaged it into her scalp and all the way down to her long thirsty ends.

“I still find the concept of keeping your hair shaved weird.” Jamyang turned to her as she packed her kit. “Don't you get gifted a shaving kit for your ceremony as well?” She remembered seeing Sage Bhuti hand Gawa a box that looked a lot like the shaving kits here. “We are, but I rarely use it and when I do, it’s on ceremonial grounds. It’s more common at the non combat temples. The thought of just whipping it out and shaving my head is still weird.” Hair was sacred. It symbolised your life and was given to you by your ancestors and must be taken care of. Something Jamyang heard repeated each time she visited Taktsang and the nearby temples.

“I’m done.” Not really. She needed to empty the bowl. Other than that, she was done. “Do you want to do anything? Maybe you remembered what you planned on saying earlier?”

“… right! Um, yeah, Shaohao figured out how to use heat. Like actually.” Really? “He can play airball like an airbender now. He’s been playing with a nun named Amrita.” Jamyang knew twenty others with that name. “Since afternoon.”

“Is he still playing? We can go check it out after I empty the bowl.” Gawa’s arm wrapped around her in a side hug. There’s a long inhale. Was she smelling her? “Okay.”

Unfortunately, Shaohao wasn’t playing air ball when they got to the air ball court. He was celebrating and with uneven movements- a flashback of her first air ball game replayed in her mind- swished the ball over his shoulders.

“He’s gotten way better at it. Like he could before,” there were often scorch marks on the ball then and the occasional burst of fire. “But this is so different.”

Ghamo swished another ball over her shoulders two times and Shaohao tried to do the same. Jamyang could feel the heat shift and move around her. Amazing.

“He’s talented, isn’t he?” He was. Jamyang was one of many at the temple who tried to help him. She knew firsthand. “He is.”

Gawa spent the night in her room again.

Just sleeping. Nothing more. Jamyang delighted in the physical touches. Some kisses, though. They couldn’t escape that.

It’s not difficult to notice. How could she not? It’s captivating the way Gawa looked at her, the warmth in her eyes sent her stomach swooping. She looked at her eyes so much ever since she’d known her. Jamyang was the closest to her, and she somehow missed this?

Her fingers slid over Jamyang’s cheek. “I thought you’d hate me and cut me off if I ever said anything.” The words were so absurd that she chucked. “I could never hate you. I only traveled to the islands and Taktsang because you were there.” It sent ama into a fit of laughter when she first said that. Jamyang didn’t understand why then, but she did now. She didn’t understand how something so blatant went straight over her head.

“Why don’t you travel to the other temples at the Druk’s nest, Jamyang? You can learn so many things.”

“… Gawa’s not there.”

“Life wouldn’t be funny anymore.” Jamyang couldn’t see herself living without Gawa in her life. She’d admitted it too, although not under circumstances which included just them and a bed.

Gawa’s touch tingled as her fingers moved down to her jaw. The line of her throat moved as swallowed before leaning in and kissing her.

Jamyang filled the rest of the two weeks with dates. She desperately wanted it to be the end of the month, but she had patience. She could wait.

Enjoying the moments between them, and she couldn’t forget the kisses they shared, served as a pleasant distraction.

Jamyang managed to fit ten dates into those two weeks. Gawa gave back on the four other days, much to her surprise. She laughed at her when she said she expected nothing in return.

“Don’t be silly, Jamyang. Let me give something back in my own way.”

The first four dates were painting dates. They traveled to the fire nation and painted the scenery there. And Gawa almost got into a fight because a man wouldn’t leave them alone. Jamyang believed that if they weren’t on a date and carrying almost dry paintings, Gawa would’ve pummelled the man on the spot.

“Seriously! What is your problem? Why are you following us?” Jamyang squeezed her arm in warning. The man eyed them up and down. “I don’t have a problem.” The look in his eyes set her alarm bells off. Jamyang didn’t like it when men she didn’t know looked at her like that.

“Then why have you been following us like some creep for thirty minutes?”

“I’m just curious, that’s all. No need to get so angry.”

“I will put my hand through your skull-,”

Kisses by the bison ended that date on a better note.

The next four dates were food based. Shaohao gave her a look when she’d asked for what foods she should try on a night out. A simple look. Nothing outstanding about it. He held it longer than usual, which made her suspicious.

“Are you going alone?”

“No.” 

His recommendations: mochi, fire flakes, gyoza and fire cakes. Sister Tsering overheard when she walked by them and also recommended fire noodles.

"Ooh yeah! That's a good one!"

No unwanted individual crashed those dates. Some people sent them curious looks, which she didn’t mind. Those dates also included spontaneity, which was initiated by Gawa. Jamyang didn’t say no. She couldn’t say no. 

Gawa’s the reason she could say she’s traveled up a volcano and cliff-dived to a beach and walked along it like in the romance novels.

The kisses at the end of their dates only got longer and longer. And they’re giggly when they got back to the temple. Too happy to notice pairs of eyes and a ponytail watching them from around the corner.

Gawa gave back in the forms of food, paintings of her and study sessions where she tried to help her learn more Okin.

“Okay,” she picked up a card. “What does this say?” Jamyang read it, and again and again and squinted her eyes. “… Majimun?”

“Good! What does it mean?”

“Uh… ghost? Or evil spirit?”

“You’re correct!”

The paintings, though….

Her hand drifted over the dried painting. “When did you paint this?” It’s of her and Uma and Jampo. She remembered the moment too. She was fifteen winters and brushing Uma’s fur. Around two months before, Gawa said she was getting her arrows if she remembered correctly.

“I got the urge to paint,” urge? “When I saw you that day.” She blushed. “It might’ve been a bit more now, with everything between us.”

Jamyang made little to no effort to hide them; on the desk, against the wall, out in the open. Everyone- almost everyone- who walked into her room saw them.

She brought Gawa to the spirit world to visit the red panda village on the second to last date.

“We’re meditating?”

Jamyang sat down and urged her to do the same. “Only for a little. Let me grab your hands.” Gawa let her with no hesitation. “Okay, when you feel your soul jitter, jump with it. Aim for the heavens.” Gawa gave her a weird look. “Jump?”

“It’s weird I know, but trust me.” Closing her eyes, she focused on Gawa’s chi and visualised her.

She glowed a pretty blue with tiny specs of amber at the core in her mind’s eye.

Soon. Almost. Just start jittering and- there!

The familiar bright glow of the spirit world appeared behind her eyes. Jamyang opened them and excitedly turned to see if Gawa had made it. And she did! A bit confused and awed at all the colours, but she’s there.

“Where are we?” Jamyang threw her arms around her. She’s always a child whenever she visited the red panda village. That didn’t exclude Gawa. “The spirit world.” She grabbed her hand. “Come, I want you to see the red panda village.”

Jamyang got the longest kiss of the entire two weeks when they got back to the physical world.

The last date was probably the one Jamyang enjoyed the most. That’s not to say she didn’t enjoy the others because she did. She loved every second of them. There’s just something different about staying at the temple, Gawa trying to teach her more Okin and Jamyang teaching her the whistles the bison herders used here, eating down by the Chenrezig forest, visited by an old Assam and the children and grandchildren grandchicks of Matcha and Oolong.

“He’s still here?” Gawa exclaimed with surprise as he landed on her outstretched finger with a scratchy whistle. “Bullfinches can live until they’re twelve years old, but I think Assam is special.” She moved closer. “Look at his feathers. The discolouration has been there ever since Matcha and Oolong passed. It keeps changing places, like the last time I came here. His entire wing was a light red.” It’s now a bright shade. The same shade he had when she met him as a child. “See? It’s not that colour anymore. Now his back and spots around his head are that colour.”

“… is he healing himself?”

“That’s what I’m thinking. I’ve believed he’s slowly been turning into a spirit ever since I saw them. It won’t surprise me if he is. Every animal in the forest is a little different from those outside it.”

And ending the day by slow dancing in a candlelit room filled with statues and thangka’s.

They didn’t plan it. That’s the beauty of it. They ran and hid from some elders. They lit the candles when they realised what room they were in and showed their respect. Jamyang wasn’t sure how they ended up dancing, nor did she really care.

Gawa giggled when she twirled her around.

Were dances an offering? There’s kagura dances, but could this also be one? She hoped so. Jamyang had already seen Öpakme, Chenrezig, and Tuchen tob. The nuns said it guaranteed a place in Dewachen. She hoped they’d show themselves to Gawa as well. “I put off like a month to do this.”

“What? Date?”

“Yeah, minimum a month and maximum two.” She laid her forehead against hers and they circled around the room. 

“Do you think you can last as long as two months?” Jamyang’s answer was immediate and followed by a laugh. “No.”

“No?”

She shook her head. “No. I was worried if I could even last a month. I’m already referring to you as my partner in the back of my head and ama is laughing at me because I keep slipping up and almost calling you that.” Jamyang feared her heart was about to burst out of her chest and bounce around the room.

… what a morbid mental image when they were having such a sweet moment. Maybe she could paint it later if she still remembered it.

“I know I asked last month, and you said yes, but you said yes to both of my questions, so since the situation fits, I’ll ask again. Will you be my-,” Gawa kissed her mid-sentence and Jamyang didn’t protest, only tightening her grip and holding her close.

“Yes, yes, yes.” She laid her head on her shoulder, each breath sending shocks up Jamyang’s spine. “I’ve been referring to you as my partner in the back of my head, too.” She laughed, and Jamyang followed her example. “Good to see we’re the same.”

Shaohao stopped when he noticed an overtly sweet smell coming from down the hallways. And like any smart person would do, he followed it.

Such a sweet smell. 

He heard giggling and murmurs of words the closer he got. 

“Yes, yes, yes.” That’s Gawa.

“I’ve been referring to you as my partner in the back of my head, too.” Also Gawa. And what’s this about partners??? 

“Good to see we’re the same.” That’s Jamyang.

What were they talking about-

Shaohao did not expect the scene he walked in on. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped when he saw Gawa move her head up from Jamyang’s shoulder, grab her chin and kiss her. He hurried and hid behind the cover of the wall.

…

Agni’s flames! Bless the spirits, all the islands and bodhisattvas! 

Jaya and Nyima’s plan might not work as they intended now. It could function more as a ‘making it official’ sort of thing, and that wasn’t bad. And who knows, maybe they somehow end up accidentally proposing to each other, then their plan would work just as fine.

Shaohao snuck another look at them, and he’s struck breathless. A golden glow surrounded them, casting a warm bronze hue onto the walls and statues in the room.

Did Agni actually come down and bless them? 

The sweet scent was overwhelming now that he was so close.

A shimmery, golden figure hovered in the air over them. They were the source of the bright light. The figure looked over to where he was hiding, smiled, and it filled his whole being with warmth. No fire was ever this warm or comforting.

That’s- that’s Amida Buddha. 

Shaohao wanted to touch his forehead against the floor. He’s so grateful.

“Take refuge in Amida Buddha, young prince.” Sage Bhuti’s gentle voice echoed in his mind. “His compassion is endless. No one will be angry. Spirits and Buddhas know of each other.”

He took a couple of steps back- they shouldn’t see him now if they looked over- and prostrated on the ground in Amida Buddha’s direction. 

“Namu amida butsu.” He recited beneath his breath. “Namu amida butsu.” 

Shaohao’s grateful for his life, his family- even if Uncle Gonryu had been acting weird-, Chiaki-chan and all his friends. He’s grateful to have been born and to have met the people he met. He wished all of them to have happy lives and as little suffering as possible. And he wished for Jamyang and Gawa to be happy in their relationship, and oh, Aden and Choekyi too. He wished for everyone to have happy relationships-

“Namu amida butsu.” The warmth wrapped around him in a hug. He even felt it touch his heart and inner fire, resonating more with him than any other fire ever had.

There’s a pat on his shoulder and a “I hear you, child….” In his ears.

The glow was gone when he looked up, but Jamyang and Gawa were still dancing.

Notes:

Me realizing that I need to write that adult in between period and that child to teenage period between Jamyang and Gawa because of this “Life wouldn’t be funny anymore.” Jamyang couldn’t see herself living without Gawa in her life. She’d admitted it too, although not under circumstances which included just them and a bed." And where I got the inspiration from. Ugh. I need to write that now. But um, hey? I'm re reading the Yangchen novel and overanalyzing every interaction between the nuns, three so far including Jetsun, and Yangchen. I want to know who it is so bad（＞д＜）. I'm having my own little Matpat moment:) I can either be a little wrong or completely wrong. A little wrong can still be fixed and adjusted, but I think I'll still be going with what I have so far even if I'm completely wrong. I'm going with a more negative side of the white lotus I guess. As an order of philosophy and knowledge, there are things no one is supposed to know, no exceptions and there are consequences for prying. Yutso with her badass mom energy using poison as a punishment and threatening to take their fingers and toes if they ever try again. Love that. And overly sweet smell as a practicing pureland buddhist is an auspicious sign that he's there and he approves. If there's an overly sweet smell at a loved ones death, then they're going to the pureland. Some even see Amitabha close to their passing. I always wanted to have a dancing moment and I'm happy I finally got one. Shaohao is in on Jaya's thing. As a native of the fire nation, he knows the best places. Words: Rinpoche: Title for reincarnated teacher la: honorific suffix ji la dom chung: red panda in tibetan Tashi delek: hello in tibetan thangka: religious painting that helps with meditating kagura dance: 'god entertainment' a shinto ceremonial ritual dance for the gods Öpakme: Amitabha buddha Chenrezig: avalokiteshvara Tuchen tob: Mahasthamaprapta Dewachen: The Western Pureland Namu amida butsu: All hail amitabha buddha, a chant said by pureland buddhist

[nomadwrites]

songs of longing - pt. 1 ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

gojo satoru ft. suguru geto

synopsis ⋆˙⟡ gojo watches from the sidelines as you fall in love with his best friend, grappling with the whirlwind of emotions upon realising his feelings for you. in the wake of your lover’s passing, he wrestles with his yearning to confess his love, feeling torn between honoring his loyalty to suguru and pursuing his own desires.

chapter contents ⋆˙⟡ angst, fluff if you squint hard enough, mild violence (sparring with geto)

notes ⋆˙⟡ it’s finally out! the first part to my mini series and probably the longest thing i've written in a long while so i hope you guys like it! i'm also gonna be pretty busy in the coming weeks but i'll try to get the remaining parts out asap

enjoy! ‧₊˚✩

gojo is first introduced to you when you're seven years of age, a year his junior, all winsome and toothless as he chases you through the corridors of his expansive abode.

his pale blue yukata flutters in the wind, giving life to the pattern of dragonflies that decorate the fabric. the pitter patter of feet on mahogany echoes through the hallways, your laughter a vast contrast to the otherwise solemn calm.

the gojos were one of three esteemed jujutsu sorcerer families, and perhaps the most regimented of the bunch.

for every new batch of sorcerers brought into the world came a need to celebrate. it was tradition for gatherings to be held in recognition of the approaching generation, typically hosted by one of the three main families.

despite its optimistic intentions, you felt nothing but the palpable atmosphere of tension between families, evident in their ice-cold stares, and faux smiles. what it really was, was an opportunity for gossip, whispers of which clans had succeeded in birthing capable heirs, and which had not, weaving their way through conversations and sparking the flames of speculation.

you had long since grown bored of listening to your parents engage in small talk with the other families, having left the crowd of people, marveled by the sheer size of the gojo residence.

your fascination with the unfamiliar territory had you tiptoeing around the labyrinth of passageways, passing by a few rooms, some of which had been left open wide enough for you to peek inside.

an odd looking keychain lying haphazardly on the floor catches your attention as you wandered the halls. you moved to pick it up, dangling it in front of your face to get a closer look before continuing on. it was then that you’d felt a presence close by, turning a corner and peeking out from behind a wall in hopes of uncovering the source.

it was a boy, no taller than you were, with silver hair and cerulean eyes, staring right back at you. he seemed apprehensive as he took a step forward, and you guessed that the toy had belonged to him.

you grinned cheekily as you took off, grasping the little thing in your hands as the boy gave chase, bringing you to the present moment.

“give it back!” he demands, and you turn to see him hot on your tail.

“i will!” you yell back, holding the toy above your head and slowly coming to a halt, raising your arms in surrender, “i just wanna see how it works!” the toy in question being a small rectangular device, translucent with a keyring hanging off one end. it had three little buttons alongside a small window of a screen.

"what is it?" you ask, baffled, your lips forming an 'o'.

the boy rolls his eyes as he stomps over to you, pointing at the toy. "that's a digimon virtual pet," he says matter-of-fact, crossing his arms over his chest to try and seem intimidating, unsure of your intentions.

you fiddle with the buttons, watching the pixels dance on screen to form little creatures. “woah,” you gawk in childish wonder, the boy allowing himself a moment to relax, intrigued by your genuine bewilderment.

“cool, huh?” he raises a brow, eyeing you from head to toe, and when he doesn’t sense any form of ill intent from you, he takes a step closer.

you pay him no mind, watching enthusiastically as a creature comes on screen, leaving a swirl of black pixels in its wake. “it’s pooping,” you giggle, bringing the device up to his face to show him as if it weren’t his to begin with. “look!”

he laughs, truly amused by your blitheness as he takes the device into his hands. “if you think that’s cool,” he pauses, fidgeting with the toy, “watch this!”

the suspense has you hovering over his shoulder on your tippy toes, watching as the little creatures stand in opposition, the words “battle” filling the screen.

“satoru,” another voice calls out, both of you whipping your heads to find a young woman clad in a yukata, her pale complexion complimenting the snowy white fabric of her garment. she gestures for him with a gentle flick of the wrist, a smile gracing her features

pretty, you think to yourself.

the boy turns back to you and shoves the toy somewhere within the folds of his yukata, and you almost miss the small pout tugging at his bottom lip. you find yourself mirroring his disappointment, knowing you’d have to part ways with your new friend.

the woman turns to face you, her affectionate smile radiating a warmth that makes your heart flutter. “you too, little lady,” she adds, and you perk up, exchanging a look of excitement with the boy as he extends a hand out to you.

“come on,” he beckons, and you reciprocate the gesture, placing your little hand in his before shaking it.

“i'm gojo satoru,” he tells you, keeping his gaze ahead in an attempt to seem stern and confident, like a grown up. but he flashes you a boyish grin when you tell him your name, both of you trailing behind the woman as you make your way back to the hall.

——————

four years later, gojo tells you that you’re his best friend, his cheeks flushed and his gaze averted.

you've come to witness the effects of his stringent upbringing as the era’s strongest sorcerer, his family's uncompromising nature being the main factor.

it was always training first, second, third; then whatever fleeting pockets of time he had left were spent trying to live as much of a normal childhood as he could.

it's no wonder he can be a little stoic at times, overtly disciplined for his age. he’s slowly growing out of it though, thanks to your influence and the incessant need to break him out of his shell.

“you’ve got all the time in the world to be boring when we’re all grown up,” you’d said to him.

he's grown about half a head taller than you since the time you first met, not entirely sure when that had happened, but you continue to hope that you'd get there too.

you're humming a tune, cotton candy in hand as you navigate through the throng of people, bright lights and festive music filling your senses. satoru follows closely behind you, busying himself with what was likely to be his third mizuame of the day.

“what a time to be alive,” you breathe, enjoying the gentle breeze on your skin.

your friend hums in agreement, pulling back the sleeves of his navy yukata to avoid getting them dirty. unsurprisingly, the sweet tooth has his hands (and mouth) full.

you love going to festivals, never failing to take it up as an opportunity to dress yourself in pretty garments, all the while indulging in the many treats that lined the streets of japan.

the both of you take turns deciding on what to feast on next, stopping at almost every yatai and ogling at the mouthwatering fares. you don’t miss out on the games either, always somehow turning it into a competition between the both of you.

he wins, of course. every single time, much to your dismay.

you tut, popping a dango into your mouth as the boy walks alongside you, his hands brimming with the prizes he's won. you hadn't even noticed it getting darker, the sun having set behind the clouds, the canopy of night adorning little flecks of white that light up the sky.

you slow, noticing a crowd of people stopping to peer up at the sky, the words “fireworks” reaching your ears. your grumpy expression soon washes over, an ear-splitting smile taking it’s place as you whip your head to face your puzzled looking friend.

“it’s starting, it’s starting!” you squeal, buzzing with excitement as you grab onto his arm, careful not to squeeze him too hard as you lead him to a good spot atop a small grassy hill.

you make it just in time as the velvety sky erupts into a mix of bright colours, booms resounding from the fireworks above. your mouth hangs open in awe, wide eyes reflecting the vibrant colours illuminating the sky.

satoru smiles, his boyish grin spreading across his face as silver strands dance around his forehead. “so cool,” he almost whispers, clearly enjoying the show just as much as you are.

“aren’t you glad i brought you along?” you ask, a proud smile on your face.

satoru taps a finger to his chin, humming as he pretends to think. “maybe,” he drawls.

“well, you’re welcome,” you say, smugly. your response has him rolling his eyes, sticking out his tongue to let out an exaggerated blegh. you reach up to flick his forehead, but find yourself stopping a mere few inches away from his face, pushing against the repulsive force of his infinity that keeps you from reaching him.

“that's not fair!”

“it's okay to admit you're jealous, y'know. i won’t judge."

"dick."

you take it back, you much preferred it when he was quiet.

"thank you," he says more seriously now, still keeping his gaze fixed on the sky. his words are enough to knock you out of your annoyance as you turn to face him.

he finds your gaze, and there's a softness in his eyes, something you don’t see very often, the explosion of colours in the sky reflecting off his face like a watercolour painting.

he looks away again, and he’s thankful you can’t see the tinge of pink that tints his cheeks under the low lighting.

pretty, you find yourself thinking, just as you had years ago. but you’d never tell him that. he doesn’t need the ego boost.

“for being my best friend.”

you're used to his usual attitude and snarky remarks, but it's always a little surprising whenever he gets like this, seemingly out of the blue.

you almost miss it, his words coming out in a soft murmur. you blink once, twice, opening your mouth to say something but you’re at a loss for words. your heart swells with something you’re not entirely sure of, but thankfully, gojo clears his throat, returning to his usual boyish demeanour and saying, “can we get back to the food now?”

——————

time seems to fly as you both find yourselves in your first year at jujutsu high, accompanied by two other students in your year; a brunette with short, tousled hair, accentuated by a subtle beauty mark beneath her right eye. the other was a taller male, similar in height to satoru, his long, dark hair often pulled back into a bun. his ears bore the faint stretch of black gauges, adding an edge to his appearance.

you don't know when you first started to notice, but you liked talking to geto; his voice was mellow, a soothing lullaby to your ears. you’ve got a (not so small) crush on him, you’ll admit, finding comfort in his presence like a warm blanket that shielded you from the cold.

he's so different, yet similar to your white-haired friend all at the same time. the latter had taken a liking to him rather quickly. despite all the bickering, they share an underlying endearment, with gojo looking to him as a kind of moral compass.

the four of you had been training together for the last couple of months, today being no different as you take turns sparring each other on the school field.

shoko takes her usual spot under a tree, perfectly content with sitting out. you don't mind it though, knowing combat wasn’t something she’s ever really been interested in, given her role as your team’s resident healer.

"c’mon, we don't have all day!" satoru nags, round tinted glasses sitting low on the bridge of his nose, a new thing to help keep him from overexerting his six eyes.

they’re stylish and fitting for him, you think.

"you ready?" geto asks, snapping you out of your train of thought.

"’course i am," you bite back, playfully. he responds with a smile, and your breath hitches in your throat. damn it.

"loser pays for dinner!" gojo chimes in, shoko echoing after him as he signals the start of your fight.

you roll your eyes, lunging towards your opponent. he doesn't even flinch, stepping aside to summon a low-level curse, which you'd anticipated. you ground yourself before jumping onto it’s back, slicing through the curse with ease and taking the opportunity to push forwards.

your fists collide with geto's as you concentrate on throwing strategic punches, all the while avoiding his. it's hard keeping up, his ability in close combat eclipsing your own. your muscles scream for relief, your body growing tired from the previous matches you’ve had as you leap back to catch your breath.

suguru fixes his posture, inky strands sticking to his forehead, “payin’ for dinner again today?” he teases, and you huff.

“second time in a row!” gojo adds, pursing his lips in a mock kissy face as he wriggles his arms.

you ignore his antics, rushing towards geto once more, sliding yourself between his legs and catching him by surprise as you land a kick to his back. the force has him stumbling forwards and you grab hold of him, preparing to take him down.

in your eagerness, you don’t see a curse he’s summoned as it tackles you to the dirt, leaving you stunned momentarily.

when did he-

the next thing you know, suguru has his hand up against your throat, his fingers ghosting over the skin of your neck to signal the end of your match. you’re praying he doesn’t see the way your face burns a bright red as he lends you hand, pulling you up to your feet with ease.

“gotta work on paying attention,” he says, with that damn smile of his that gives you butterflies. you do nothing but nod, concentrating on steadying your heartbeat as it thumps loudly in your chest.

you pat down your uniform, swiping away the blades of grass that had clung to the fabric, jutting out your bottom lip in a small pout. suguru seems to notice, as he always does, sighing before ruffling your hair.

“we’ll split the bill.”

you look up at him, surprised. you open your mouth to protest, but satoru cuts you off, coming to rest his elbow on your shoulder as he coos.

“oh my hero!”

geto tuts, looking to you as he gestures to gojo, “how’ve you managed to stay friends for so long?”

“bribery,” you say, watching as vivid blue eyes narrow, moonlit eyebrows furrowing in tow, “lots of it.” he scowls with his mouth wide, letting out a loud, “hah?”

——————

“wouldn’t it be weird?”

“nah, why would it?”

“we’re in the same team and all,” geto sighs, leaning back against the bench with an arm propped up on the backrest. “didn’t you practically grow up together?”

satoru shrugs, casually taking a sip of his cola. normally, he’d be the one asking for advice, although he rarely heeded any of it. “i mean, yeah,” he nods, “but you like her don’t you? i’d say to just go for it.”

for reasons unbeknownst to the sorcerer, something in him sinks and with another swig of his carbonated beverage, he swallows the feeling. suguru’s right, you did practically grow up together, your relationship akin to that of siblings, of course he’d feel a little perplexed about his best friends dating each other.

that’s probably what it is.

“i’ll take care of her,” suguru says, his gaze fixed on the floor and voice laced with conviction. satoru’s thankful for the reassurance and smiles, leaning back and bumping a fist to geto’s chest.

“i know.”

part 2 in the works ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

[b0kksu]

   In order to understand Satoru, one has to look at the condition of the Gojo Clan. Note, a lot of these headcanons co-exist with @achroanimus who has acted as his guardian for centuries. The crux of the Six Eyes is reincarnation, an endless life cycle that is constantly looping, it was only severed when one inheritor was murdered in infancy. Does this grant them high social standing? Yes, but the birth of the Six Eyes is viewed as a reunion, many will attest, all are a little different than the last but not without delight / love.

    It was only after the gruesome act of assassination that an inheritor was never to be raised among others, taken care of by a slew of nannies && attendants, this would mean Satoru has no indication of who birthed him or sired him. He is sired by the Gojo Clan's rare anomaly - a son by the name of Itsuki who's namesake is that of a Great Tree. Itsuki is just that, he is the willow with deep roots that upholds the idealogy of the family; they are born of nothing blessed of the heavens, they shall remain modest && devout, Itsuki would serve his role to assure a child of reunion was brought into this world. In modern terms; he is no one, deemed a nothing son, as he is not the inheritor of the Six Eyes but a medic with incredible RCT skills. The great willow tree is known for his aloofness but unfathomable love for the Honored One even if he was denied a chance to properly raise his son. While Satoru is the small serpent who becomes a dragon, Itsuki remains as the roots of the family, branching out while constructing order, forbidding those who seek entrance to the estate with formidable force - his gaze is thunderous blue mimicking the storms; fearsome, ferocious, quiet && utmost loyal to his young lordling. Today, he handles medicine && stitching his child back together, among the other noble families, he is deemed snake that would stab anyone even his own to protect Satoru. In Itsuki's eyes, Satoru is more than a God, he is still a beloved son. Moving onto where the Gojo Clan resides!

          There are two estates, one in Tokyo is that ultra modern && beautiful, it can be found within the Chiyoda ward, Satoru is rarely if ever seen there. In fact, his true whereabouts or primary residency is a mystery but it’s nestled within the city in the most unlikely of places, though he does tend to venture from safe house (being assassinated for generations sure makes life difficult). The primary estate is in Hokkaido nestled against the mountain region, he does in fact have a cabin somewhere that he tends to use liberally once back home, Satoru will only return in the winter to uphold any diplomacy. Though, his dialect tends to be strange as it masks the truth of his natural tongue, because of the rich agriculture, he tends to favorite fruits && spring flowers, due to the guardianship of Inari’s kin, the Gojo Clan never would understand the ordeal of a harvest that did not flourish. Rice is also considered a good omen from their clan, onigiri is a constant snack he seems to enjoy either grilled or with umeboshi as he abstains from eating meat. The Gojo Clan within Hokkaido is referred to as rowan’s, the analogy of him being a rowan in the snow is ever constant, some use it as a term of endearment others to sneer.

    They are all aware of what it takes to home a God && have no indication of showing any resistance or fear, the seldom belief is to follow their deity && ignore all else as trivial matters mean little. The other families are barred entrance into both estates, they have proved themselves in days of yore to be tainted, thus they are not allowed to proceed further. Naoya (@antinomos) is the only one who Satoru will allow to visit as the two were on mutual terms as children, friends even he will often recall, but both heirs have to adhere to the same cycle that is never ending. These are just smaller headcanons that have been collected here.

Their moniker is the dragonfly, Satoru since childhood always wears robes with the same print, silver is often stitched into their robes && for those who have a higher rank; gold. Hence, he tends to wear jewelry in such hues, diamonds && sapphires are extremely coveted.

Sweet incense are constantly burned, there is a deep scent of ylang-ylang within their lodgings, the attendants like to boast mulled cider or wine is a specialty drink even if Satoru cannot drink it (they make him tea or cocoa). 

The Inverted Spear of the Heavens rightfully belonged to them in the Heian Era but was lost in conflict, since it is one of few cursed tools that can rightfully kill Satoru && other Six Eyes, they will pursue it at all cost. It is viewed as the arm of the Six Eyes, thus, to own it is rendering a God to kneel. Toji's usage of it was brutal enough that all eyes awakened, furious a nothing son of the Zen'ins would dare to growl at the Honored One, Satoru loathes this relic to bits - it terrifies him.

Since the Kitsune blessed them, it’s normal to find in both estates effigies of foxes, in Hokkaido the vulpine return during the winter && bring great delight. There is a rather generous shrine that has been kept for generations, always with an offering, always burning with glee. Satoru himself also keeps fox charms or trinkets upon himself, even if he is meant to resemble a serpent, the Hydra.

The mark of those born into the Gojo Clan often are stormy hued eyes, silver to soft white hair, pale ice blonde was once a noticeable trait but considered an ill omen. It is rare for anyone with their blood to inherit black hair but not unheard of it will dim to a pepper color in maturity. They tend to carry an arrogance or relaxed nature, knowing deeply none will trample upon them && hold this knowledge like a vice.

Satoru was born to a woman known as Umeko, he has hinted that he is unaware of who his mother is. The heir was raised by many attendants along with milkmaids, Umeko was known to show favor, thus breaking tradition the child should not know who their parental figure is solely for safety protocol. She would remove her veil to play with him, as if imprinting a reminder there was someone who had a similar face, as Satoru recalls - he has her eye shape, lips, nose, and long willowy structure. Like previous members of the family, she was able to uphold Infinity, using it to steal time with her child && fall asleep under the plum trees together. Itsuki never had the heart to tear them apart, she departed from the estate on Satoru's fourth birthday, thus his memory is murky of her. He always is saddened when murmuring, I look like my mother. Although, his bone structure in his facial features mimics Itsuki's - dimpled, boyish, high cheekbones with a elegant jaw structure.

[singular-yike]

What is Yago's lore anyway?

Welp yokie, here we go: Yago, the current Ametsukana

Personal Background Lore

Once human-like, they were acknowledged (presumably) for their incredible ability as a blacksmith and promoted to godhood, after which they gained their incredible longevity, along with a bunch of other abilities.

The current Ametsukana (天目津金 gold of the heavenly eye): A surname seemingly granted to the god of blacksmithing, that is passed on when they retire and are replaced. (As seen from Yago trying to recruit Sukune as "the next Ametsukana")

Their given name Yago (ヤゴ), is the Japanese word for dragonfly larvae, nymphs or naiads, a reference to their role in supporting the Taira clan's efforts to claim the Dragonfly Castle

As a god themself, they know of their fellow god Souko Shirami

Their ability to "create weapons" lets them make weapons perfectly suitable for anyone, save for themself

Only considers a weapon "completed" after they are first used

The creator of the Tasouken (considered incomplete since no one can ever truly use it), the Bankuruwase -DaviD- and Fumikiddo's metal club

Their dream is to create the perfect weapon for themself, but until that can happen, they're using the Sugari no Ontachi, the long sword they have hanging from their left hand, as a replacement

The Sugari no Ontachi is apprently the counterpart to another blade in the outside world, although we don't know much more about this

The Sugari no Ontachi (須賀利御太刀) is also a sword that exists in our reality, one of the treasures of the Inner Ise Grand Shrine. The sword, along with the shrine itself, is dismantled and reforged/rebuilt once every 20 years.

The following image shows a replica based on one of the sword's incarnations as it was revealed between reforging:

Story Lore (I'm sure you know this part quite well so I'll be brief)

Supported both sides of the Heaven-Shadow War, supplying both sides with weapons

Watched over the Taira clan (and their failures) for many generations

Assisted their friend, Taira no Iwakado, with his homunculus project (notably with slaying an oni for it)

Promised Iwakado to watch over Fumikado and to ensure that they grow to be a capable ruler

Wants to retire by the time of BPoHC, and wants Sukune to be their successor

Heard of the Shitodos' glorious exploits, and wants to make them all weapons

Was able to sense Suzumi's meddling with time during the war, though forced to keep quiet about it

Inspirations and Bases (A big part of why I really like Yago)

Ame-no-Mahitotsu-no-Kami (天目一箇神 heavenly one-eyed god)

A god of iron making and blacksmithing, known by a number of other names

Notably, they are identified as the god Amatsumara (天津麻羅), famous for helping forge the mirror (Yata no Kagami) used to lure Amaterasu out of Ama-no-Iwaya, returning sunlight to the world

He is also said to be who the hyottoko (火男 fire man) mask is based on, which depicts a man wearing a white scarf with blue dots blowing air (into a bamboo pipe to stoke a fire). Yago themself wear the mask on their head and over their left eye.

A typical hyottoko mask

Kanayago-no-Kami (金屋子神 metalworker child-god)

A less well-known Shinto goddess of blacksmithing worshipped in the Chūgoku region of Japan

She is said to have taught the people of a village in the Harima Province how to smith various metal objects, in response to their pleas for rain. (Not really sure why but hey lol)

She is sometimes depicted as a male god instead and treated as the same god as Ame-no-Mahitotsu-no-Kami > She is largely important here because Yago's name can be found in hers, although in different Japanese characters and with different meanings

Kanayago, here depicted riding on a fox

Ippon-Datara (一本踏鞴 one-legged bellows)

A youkai that has an eye on a thick trunk-like leg

Occasionally said to be the corrupted form Ame-no-Mahitotsu-no-Kami

Both only have one eye due to staring at the fire in their forges for a long time; while the reason they have only one leg is from working on the bellows for too long. Both of these were common occupational diseases for blacksmiths, which are reflected in Yago's design A depiction of Ippon-datara, here with arms too

Other Cool Stuff

Alright so at this point, I've covered everything major thing about them, but here are two more cool points that I just feel the need to also mention:

The first layer of Yago's spell background features the "5-7 Paulownia Emblem" (五七桐), which is often taken by shrines where Ame-no-Mahitotsu-no-Kami is enshrined as their shrine emblem

The second layer of Yago's spell background features this cloud pattern, which, while in of itself isn't that impressive or notable, is also shared by Souko! Which makes it a bit of a god pattern! Which is extremely neat imo :)

Yago's Clouds

Souko's Clouds

Welp, I

think

that concludes everything I really have to really get out there about Yago, thanks for bearing with me :)

[minamoto-misaki]

Tattoos and piercing

Misaki has many tattoos but is yet to reveal the meaning or the purpose of some tattoos.

⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒✈ Tattoos

Misaki is yet to reveal the meaning for this tattoo. According to google this tattoo represents opposing forces coming together and achieving a balance in life.

Dragonflies are heavily associated with peace, harmony, positivity, adaptability, living in the moment, elegance, maturity, independence, happiness, prosperity, change, personal growth, and an understanding of life. Misaki decided to get this tattoo when she was dealing with depression.

In interview with glamour Misaki revealed that this tattoo represents her siblings. The flying bird represents her eldest brother, Yukio and the moment when he left her and her second brother, Yukiharu. She has this tattoo on her right wrist.

Most tribes saw the raven as a bearer of wisdom as well as trickery, hence the chinese part of her clan adopted raven as their clan symbol. It's a tradition for clan leaders to get raven tattoo.

The snake is a timeless symbol of rebirth, temptation, fertility, power.  Dragons symbolize strength, grace, and intelligence. Misaki and Yukiharu, both have matching tattoos.

She has black koi fish behind her left ear and blue (red) koi fish behind her right ear. Yin yang koi tattoos represent the duality and harmony of life.

This tattoo is dedicated to Aghase and Got7. She has this tattoo on her left wrist got7 written under the bird. This tattoo is very precious to her as she designed it herself.

Misaki got his tattoo in the memory of Yukio's fiancé who played a huge role in her life as mother figure.

Misaki has this tattoo on her right arm. It's cancer constellation.

⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒✈ Piercings

Misaki has two lobe and upper lobe piercings.