#fuu wind

[odorareicons]

[deazmonius]

Continuing with the Magic Knights Rayearth models today completed and present the next model Windom, the Rune Spirit of Air. Piloted by Fuu Hououji. While personally was not my favorite character or mech from the series, still important to have as part of the complete set.

Review:

The model over all was a easy build over all, again came with a pre painted face and sword this time the model is mostly color accurate to the show, needing only the tips the fingers to be painted silver to be a hundred % accurate to its art. The kit does come with some silver stickers to put behind some of the gems which really helps them pop, however in this instance I did opt to just pain the areas silver instead while not a reflective as the foil still gives a good overall finish behind the gems still helping them catch the light. The build difficulty/time is on par with a HG 1/144 scale Gundam of simulator complexity, though it’s a 1/100 scale in total size.

The parts fit snuggly and easily together. With the joint again being all hard plastic with mostly smooth movement that hold in place well. That said their are a couple points that I think could have utilized better part design. The first is the base wing mounts they are hook and eye connections at the base of back so only offer side to side movement. I feel a ball and socket joint would have been better for a wider range of motion. The next part are the hip armor skirts. While they used a ball and socket at the waist, the connection to the armor was another hook and socket which made it awkward to get in to a position and I think needlessly restricted movement of the parts. Lastly the feet, much like with the Rune God, prior the feet are really restricted in the movement, mostly in the forward direction. Which makes it difficult to get to stand on its own with out making it lean forward awkwardly from the hips/waist to counter balance the wings in the back. Basically requiring a base for it to be upright in almost any pose. I think if the golden portion of the ankle was allowed to move even just up and down that would have helped. I expect similar with the remaining two models. That said as a saving grace, the head has much better range of then the Rune God, and all the other joints and points of motion are good and work very well.

The wind effects in this photo, are a separate kit that that you can get for about $9.00 from Good Smile Co. and and each of the three sections come in three parts with the assembly instructions on the back of the box. They where also easy to assemble, with snug fittings and have decent balance not tipping over too easily. And definitely add a nice look to Windom, so I am glad I picked them up and also got the ones for the remaining two. Sadly I couldn’t find similar for the rune god, but I think the translucent sword and angle wings make it sand out just fine.

In closing I still say the over all it’s definitely not a bad kit, and if a Rayearth fan and or a fan of the air spirit totally worth picking up if you can. I am going give it a 3.5 out of 5 mainly because it can’t stand on its own due to the feet issues. The model can get picked up directly from Good Smile Company’s website for about $30 plus shipping if it’s in stock still. Though I have seen other prices ranging all the way upward of $60 from third parties.

[identitycrysisart]

🌬Magic Knight Rayearth Fuu🌬

With the intense winds we have today, it's only appropriate to call out my Fuu bookmark! Plus a little website rehaul in the works.

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🌬Luchadoras de Leyenda Fuu🌬

Con la cantidad de viento que tenemos hoy, creo que vale la pena subir mi marcador de Fuu! También estoy trabajando en algunos cambios en el negocio.

[sleepy-fiction]

Please Madame!

Weeping Clown x Fem!Reader

syn: Pegging Weeping Clown like it's his last day on earth.

tags: pegging, dom!reader, sub!weepy, pure fucking + a lil sprinkle of romance, no plot, barely beta read

a/n: I've always loved this man since release. And his voice was so nice to hear... i finished the story and was like aw thats so sad- OK time to write him getting pegged. one day I'll have to tell my partner about this account uhh... uhhhh erre uhhmmm

"F-fuu- Agh! Madam," Weepy cries his prosthetic fingers gripping the sheets, his face beat red beneath half wipped face paint, a color matching his blushed ass. He was bent down on his knees on the bed, ass perked, perfectly in line with your strap as you pegged him.

His moans were high and raspy, loud and thrilled. He shivered with delight, as his aching, reddened cockhead leaked dribbles of slick. His cheeks were a bruised red as you squeezed and smacked them, each time earning a deliciously sweet whimper.

"Mmh, is it good, sir," you giggled, patronizing.

He squeaked out, "Ah! Ah-ang... Amazing!"

You raised your hand, crashing your palm down against his bruised ass cheek again, watching him jerk out. He cried, his voice shaking the walls of the manor room; you reached and grabbed chunks of his hair. "Guh! Aaa-aa," he trilled, arching viciously into your touch.

In this angle, you fucked him deeper, your fake cockhead rubbing against his spot and digging deep into his gut. "Oo-mm... Fuck. M-Madam," he moaned out long and drawed out, his eyes escaping to the back of his head as he squirted his second orgasm into the sheets.

You dropped his head seconds later, and it fell limply forward, through top of his head grazing the bed as he peered down. You took the opportunity to grab your black paddle, meeting the cold leather to his bruised ass. Weeping jumped in surpise, his head flinging up, while his cock twitched in anticipation. "Madam! A-Are you go-going to whip me... Again," he hushed out, pulling chunks of the bedsheets white-knuckle tight.

"Ooh, changed your mind," you teased, drawing circles into his skin with the leather.

"N-No! I would n-never," he gasped, his own shame and humiliation long fled his body. Before you could respond, he stuttered, "More please, I'll be g-good... I won't jerk away!"

Desire crawled down your body, burrowing itself deep to your already soaked cunny. A shudder leaves your lips as you sigh, "Good boy." A crack splits the air as you leave your first mark on him with the paddle, and Weeping calls out intensely, his back arching into you. His body shivered all over as you thrusted a medium pace and rose the paddle once more, cracking it down against his ass.

"Mad-aam," he cries, his voice breaking up into useless sounds, "oncemore-oncemorepleasepleaeeplea--" you crack a stronger hit against him again, and he sparks like fireworks. He shoots forward, launching his face into the sheets, jerking his perky ass off your dildo, leaving it puckering for purchase in the wind.

You grit in annoyance, "Weeping," scolding him with your displeased hush.

Still in a daze, he didn't notice between his drawn-out orgasm, not until you cracked him alert. "Aah!" He squealed.

"You pulled off me again. You naughty clown, I'll really punish you now," you spat.

"Madaam... I'm soorry I'll be good. I'll b-be good," he moaned. You couldn't see it, but on his sweaty sticky face was a dirty smile, a smile as he wiggled his ass in the air.

"There is no next time," You plugged his hole up quick, taking the paddle in your left hand and cracking it against his left cheek. You trusted intensely, paddling him to the beat of your thrusts. His voice spiked out, his back arching off the bed as he shot his head up, his hands shaking against the pressure.

Off his lips came senseless mumbo, as his hair stuck to his scarred face, a face that smeared paint into the sheets before, and left him but nothing but faintest to cover said scars. You'd be lying if you said you didn't orgasm just then, just as his voice hit its limit and turned into a raspy, airy mess.

"A-Amazuh-- Madame," he cried with all his heart as he shot out milky sperm. Sperm that was liquid and slick, barely carrying any semen from all his prior ejaculations.

You slowed down, dropping the paddle and grinding your base against his ass, forcing it deep into his body. He perked, whole body spasming as he buried his head against the sheets. His pants were buttery, the sweat dripping down his body lustfully. This was a much needed cool down for him and for you.

"Madam," he whispered, peaking over his shoulder to gaze into your eyes.

"Yes, clown," you murmured, half listening while you squeezed his ass, panting softly.

"M-May, may we switch... Uh... Positions? I want to l-lay on my back... I don't think I-I can't hold myself up f... For longer," he takes a gulp in-between his words, his gorgeous red hair wet with sweat.

"Alright," you pulled out of him, causing his toes to curl, "You need water?"

He flipped onto his back, his cute wide eyes staring up at you so sweetly, so innocently, "No-mm... 'M okay for now. T-Thank you, mistress," he smiled. You almost felt bad for punishing him.

You grabbed a pillow from above, ordering him to raise his head and sliding it beneath him when he does. He smiles so kindly at you, his hands curled up against his heart. You sigh wistfully and place one last pillow to prop up his ass.

He suddenly squeaked.

You perked, "What?"

"M-My semen is cold against my back-! T-The... The whole spot beneath me is wet," he cried in his comfort, his eyebrows weaving in stress. You giggled, pinning him down and lining up with his hole.

You coo between lidded eyes, "Aw, I almost feel bad for you." He whimpers pitifully. You gaze into his eyes right as you plunge in, soaking up his every feature. That's also when you notice most of his face paint had been wiped off. It was a euphoric treat for you.

Watching as his mouth fell slack, the way his eyebrows knitted, his eyes disappearing behind the clouds. But also, noticing his scarred cheeks, the way the corners of his lip suffered worse scars. How his cleft revealed his flashy, pearly whites. You'd be lying if you said you didn't orgasm again then too.

You gulped, not noticing how you still had been. Long enough for Weeping to wrap his arms around your shoulders, "Mistress," he hums raspy. The sound is quiet, gentle, and almost loving. It snaps you right out of the slow-motion replay.

You gulp, now aware of how your beating heart "Yes, Clown?"

He reaches and nuzzles his forehead and nose against your face, "'M ready now. I-I promise I can tuh... Take more," he whispers. Just as he says so, he leans back into the pillows, his red hair sprawling, a perfect match to his beat red cheeks, wistfully eyes, and caring smile. God. He was fucking beautiful.

You thrusted slow and deep, watching his face twist up in excitement. You gripped his hips tightly, swallowing back the feelings bubbling up. You knew you should have never let him turn around. God.

He cracks another moan, easing his head back, closing his eyes- completely succumbing to your will.

Fuck.

"Weeping," you pant, feeling passion heat in your veins, "your face paint rubbed off."

He gasps suddenly, "N-No! My--" but before he could cover himself with his hands, you slammed downwards, catching his wrist with both hands and leaning forward, your face inches apart. He squeaks and squirms, but you keep yourself there, stating deep into his eyes.

He has nowhere else to look but your intensity, no way to flee from your teasing yet perfect thrusts. His eyes flee behind his eyelids, succumbing once more, his jaw hanging open in his vulnerability. He felt so powerless it felt-- A warm shot of cum splattered against your belly, as you quickly looked down to see his weeping cock, spitting up on itself.

"Ooh, you like this, huh? You like how powerless you are? You like the Madam looking at your pretty face, huh," you teased.

"Yes- yes ma'am," he leans his head away, revealing his gorgeous, lean, pale neck.

He was so lean, tall, so slanky.

You swallowed thickly.

You pulled off his wrists, but he kept his arms there, and you sunk into his neck, nipping and biting down on the milky flesh. His moans rose, spiking, the vibrations striking through his body. You too felt the familar feeling of your pussy clenching, pleasure from purely watching and experiencing this with him, was drawing you near an orgasm.

You panted and grabbed his hips, burying your teeth in his neck for purchase as you thrusted faster and faster. Riding out his high, ans reaching your own euphoria, as he released his last moan, "Oh y-yes! Madame!!"

You came at the same time, dropping your tired body onto his larger, skinnier one, slowly pulling out of him. "G-God," you moaned, feeling how disgustingly ruined your panties had turned.

"Amazing-uh... Mmgh... Madame," he murmured, gently caressing your head.

This was bad.

You were falling for a one night stand.

You only needed to break steam off in this damn manor, not...

You peered up at him, watching him stare down at you so tenderly, "Madam," he hushed it as if he worshiped the name.

Ah.

You were in big trouble now.

[starsurface]

hi.. did tumblr eat my request for general caregiver fujin headcanons? i could have sworn i requested that unless i'm just crazy?

Awh I've had that happen to me too!! Sometimes request don't fully send? Like, you need to get that small Tumblr notification that states that it was sent? It happens very rarely though, don't worry :]

Luckily you resent another request!! :D

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Fujin Hcs

☁️ Such a good CG!!! <3

☁️ Really good with a lot of ages!!

☁️ Doesn't specialize with any age, but is incredibly good with clingy regressors

☁️ Adores cuddling and spending time with you, your his most important thing right now

☁️ Well, your his most important thing period, but when your small your his main priority

☁️ Has pushed some of his God responsibilities off just for you <3

☁️ Raiden lectured him later for it though >:(

☁️ Speaking about Raiden, Fujin would highly encourage little playdates between you two!!

☁️ Fujins really strong, and he really likes carrying you

☁️ So this works incredibly well if you regress smaller

☁️ Mortals very much amuse him very much

☁️ Which means you amuse him so, so much

☁️ Learnt that younger mortals need a nap and encourages you to take one, especially if you regress tiny

☁️ He'll dress you in soft jammies, brush your hair, you'll have a whole routine

☁️ He’ll also cuddle you!!! Loves to cuddle during naptime (even if he doesn't sleep)

☁️ Won't force you to take a nap if you don't wanna though

☁️ If your scared of naps (such as monsters under the bed or such) he'll cuddle you extra tight and get you a dream catcher

☁️ He'll also get magic Monster Go Away Spray!!! (a trick he learnt from a parent app, actually)

☁️ Thinks it's really funny when you get a burst of energy, and then crash asleep

☁️ Is very patient when you have tantrums or hissy fits

☁️ He'll let you scream and cry, especially if it's over big negative feelings, but stays by incredibly close so you don't hit or throw anything

☁️ If you do he'll gently grab your wrists or quickly catch whatever you throw

☁️ He'll scold you later for it, probably when your big again and can have a better conversation

☁️ But right now, he wants to make sure your okay

☁️ He'll gently rock you and say that everything's okay

☁️ Doesn't really do punishments, but will scold you if your being naughty on purpose

☁️ Believes outside time is very important!!!

☁️ Whether that's going outside and playing with his kite, or sitting on the grass with some toys and a blanket

☁️ Will encourage you to pull pranks on the Monks and his friends (and take any backlash so you don't get in trouble)

☁️ He'll make you ‘fly’ in the air with his powers (making a burst of wind beneath you)

☁️ Safely though!!! He'd never do it if you didn't want to either

☁️ Will sit you on a blanket and then put you in the air (like a magic carpet ride fr Aladdin!!)

☁️ If your a bigger kid, you'll still get treated like a toddler >:(

☁️ But don't worry!! Just tell him and he'll treat you more your age (or try, it's a process)

☁️ Thinks pet regressors are really cute and funny and will watch you roll along the ground

☁️ Gives the best head scratchies and tummy rubs!!!

☁️ If you're ever sick while your tiny, it takes everything out of him not to pick you up and hold you closely :(

☁️ It's just, your all tucked in bed looking like ‘🥺’ but he knows that if he holds you, he'll get sick too :(

☁️ Tries to get you yummy medicine, and will make you some nice warm milk

☁️ Very good with if you use diapers and will buy you ones with cute designs!!

☁️ His hair is very long and he'll let you brush it, and will redirect you if you pull on ks hair

☁️ Will brush your hair any time of the day, absolutely loves brushing and styling it!!

☁️ Favorite CG nicknames are Dada, Fuu Fuu, and Cloudy

☁️ Favorite little nicknames to call you are Sweetie, Sweetheart, Little One, Baby, Lovely, Bumble Bee

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

They're not the best, but I can always do more!! :D

[marias-island-of-visitors]

//Closed Starter

@lustfulidols

Fuu let out a small sigh as she made her way toward the studio, her heels clacking a bit as she looked through her notes. For the last few weeks, she had been working with her girls for shows and performances around the country, making sure they got in on time, that the stages were properly set, that all the costumes were made to size so they wouldn't have another wardrobe malfunction, so on and so forth. To say the manager was a bit winded would be an understatement, and that wasn't even including the massive throbbing problem she had been ignoring for the last few weeks. She felt backed up like nothing else, having gone almost a full month without properly jerking off. Her dick felt like it grew a size too as it peaked out of her skirt a bit and couldn't fit into any of her panties anymore. She did her best to ignore it as she made her way into the studio.

"Good morning girls! First off I want to say congratulations on these last few weeks, I know it's been grueling but you all were spectacular and earned this week off to relax and enjoy. Of course, you should still keep up practice when you can, but for now, please take it easy. If you need anything I'll be in my office," she told the girls, wanting the meeting to be brief as she excused herself to her office, leaving a small puddle of arousal under her from seeing all the girls stretching out.

[milk-ly]

Fuuta and Wind

I was reading this post (super interesting btw!) and I want to address Fuuta’s connection to wind!

That post brings up that Fuuta’s Twitter name is “Pazupazu_Soccer” and if you didn’t know, Pazuzu is a God of wind.

More specifically, Pazuzu is the king of wind demons in Mesopotamian religion. He is believed to help and protect humans from other dangerous wind demons.

Now, that’s already painting a connection between Fuuta and Pazuzu. Some powerful and heroic person/creature that’s protecting the common folk from evil! But there’s MUCH more.

V more below the cut!! V

What is wind? Well, it’s a natural force that represents power. When it’s a simple breeze, it’s pleasant, it can bring about change such as the weather! But what happens when gusts of wind become too powerful or intense? Destruction.

Despite Pazuzu being a creature that wards of other wind demons, he too is still a wind demon. Specifically, one that was known to be destructive and powerful.

Fuuta wanted to be a hero that protects others from evil like Pazuzu! And yet, Pazuzu is a personification of the southwest winds, which associated with droughts, plagues, locust and famine.

Fuuta ends up being not much better than the people he’s attempting to punish. He is a wind demon too in the end. Like wind, Fuuta was powerful, causing destruction and ultimately, the death of a young girl.

And remember Fuuta’s whole fire symbolism? Keep in mind that Pazuzu is the personification of the southern west wind. So hey, what does wind do to a fire? It helps fire spread.

Fuuta wielded a fire sword, the fire being used to symbolize his justice and judgment. Fuuta, being the representation of wind, spread the flames until they were out of control.

Pazuzu also had an arch rival named “Lamashtu,” known as the goddess of monsters/demons.

I’m not sure of my interpretation here but since she is the Goddess of Demons, I believe she might be a representation of those who Fuuta believes have wronged in general. Lamashtu is often associated with very evil deeds. The most famous is how she would pray on children and pregnant woman and eat them.

BUT THERES MORE.

Kajiyama Fuuta written in Kanji is “梶山 風汰”

The “ta” (汰 )in “Fuuta” is pretty straightforward. It means "select," or “scour.” Scour means to clean something by rubbing it really hard. Pretty much what Fuuta is trying to do in a way. Trying to remove the scum, the dirt, plaguing society.

Bring it On quote: “I give up. Need to make it clean since it’s so dirty.”

However the “Fuu” (風 )in Fuuta’s name means “wind.” Sound familiar?

Another fun fact I want to share! From my knowledge, I believe in Japan, “Fuu” is the sound of blowing on something to cool it down. Hmm, now where have I heard that?

Salamander!!

A part of the lyrics in the song is

“Make sure to cool it down so you don’t get burned!”

And in Romaji, it’s:

“chanto fuu shite yakedo shitakunai nara”

Yup!! The Fuu used here means to blow on something to cool it down, the same kanji as Fuuta’s name.

And I just think that’s really neat even if it was probably only half intentional lmao.

Another thing is that that “Yama” (山) in “Kajiyama,” Fuuta’s last name means mountain.

In a lot of written sources, Pazuzu climbs a great mountain and fought other powerful wind demons, coming out victorious. It was a show of his power.

Anyway, kind of an abrupt ending but I just thought this was really interesting!! Thanks for reading!:D

Edit: somebody pointed out that it’s Pazuzu and not Pazupazu. Completely my bad, that is incredibly embarrassing💀I’ve fixed it all now, thank you for the correction @moibakadesu !!

[tokiro07]

Since we've never seen the pinyin or hanzi for Feng's name, it's impossible to say for sure what his name means, but given that he frequently talks about "the peak of strength" or being "the strongest under the heavens" and such, I'm willing to bet that his name is written as something to the effect of 峯, meaning "peak" (as in the peak of a mountain)

Now what's funny is that "Feng" is, in my experience, most closely associated with the character 風, meaning wind

This is funny to me because in Japanese, 風 can pronounced "Fuu"

And is, in fact, the kanji in Fuuko's name, 風子 (wind girl)

Make of that what you will

[littleeyesofpallas]

Oh hey so here's a thing that we never really got proper follow up on, and in fact if anything some late additions to canon just kind of... not quite "contradict" the implicit world building but kind of just exist without addressing the existing hooks?(i hope that makes sense) I'm talking around the subject... I mean the dual zanpakutou and what that actually seems to say about their wielders and how Ichigo absolutely does not fulfill that same criteria with his bullshit final zanpakutou, either played straight or as a subversion.

I have sort of talked about the zanpakutou names themselves but I didn't really stray into the territory of character analysis too much. Kyroraku and Ukitake both have implicit dual personas that are reflected in their swords, at least at first. And Ichigo pretty distinctly doesn't, not in the same way at least, although there is sort of a caveat to that, but I'm already getting ahead of myself...

I'll start with Kyouraku since his is probably the least consequential, and the most overtly addressed... On the one hand Katen[花天] probably comes from the more specific Chinese phrase Huā tiānnǚ[花天女], I specify because it has much more concrete artistic associations than [花天] does, either in Chinese or Japanese, and is a minor figure of Chinese celestial bureaucracy often depicted as a beautiful young woman flying thru the heavens scattering flower petals from a bouquet or basket of flowers. The garden she tends is comprised of all the most beautiful and exotic flowers, posses magical qualities such that the fruits of her garden can grant immorality or magical powers, and the petals she scatters all over the world bring happiness and good fortune.

Clearly her evocation here is an allusion to Kyoruaku's outward demeanor as a kind of pampered, decedent lover of good drink, music/poetry, and women. There are a few things in his name that all point to this as well, beyond just his visual design: Kyoraku[京楽] reading as "(Imperial)Capitol + Music/pleasure/comfort" and Shunsui[春水] as "Spring(the season) + Water," the associations with spring somewhat implicitly involving cherry blossoms, making the phrase sort of analogous to "rose water" or "sweet water."

And then Kyoukotsu[狂骨] is a yokai that takes the form of a skeletal old man that haunts the bucket of an abandoned well. It's got some weird uncertain regional etymologies that sort of suggest it could be any of a number of euphemisms, but I'm not certain which if any are relevant to this. There is one i stumbled into that, given the casual nature of all this, i did not think to record like a citation as i didnt think it'd be so hard to track down again... that said it was used as a kind of slang towards a crazy person or a raucous drunk. I don't want to lean too heavily on that when I can't corroborate it, but it did feel like it made a lot of sense: you drink(from a well) something you shouldn't(i.e. cursed) and it makes you violent and/or crazy.

And more over, their release call is,

Hanakaze midarete Kashin naki, Tenpuu midarete Tenma warau

[花風紊れて花神啼き, 天風紊れて天魔嗤う]

"FlowerWind in disarray FlowerSpirit(s) cry, HeavenWind in disarray Tenma* laughs/ridicules."

There is a distinct bit of poeticism here with Hana... ka[花... 花...] referring to "flowers," Ten... Ten[天... 天...] referring to "heaven," midarete[紊れて... 紊れて...] referring to things "in disarray," and kaze... fuu[...風, ...風] referring to "wind." And notably while there are obvious thematic links back to Katen, there's not actually much reference to Kyokotsu, apart from vague tonal implications. Still, the message seems very clear: The pleasant scent of flowers and aesthetic of petals on the wind are disrupted, flower spirits/god(s) cry/wail in pain or otherwise distress. And at the same time, in the same way, a divine wind/winds of heaven, something that is implicitly a blessing or relief, a kind of god send, is disrupted and the evil spirit Mara laughs or jeers. A good thing is spoiled and divine forces make noises of distress and malice.

This just reinforces the names' dualistic themes that suggest there is a dark side to Kyoraku's penchant for unrestrained revelry. While that could be taken a number of ways, the most surface level one would seem to suggest that for all the boisterous drinking and partying he does, he in fact has a violent abusive drunken side to him as well, past some certain point.

Mara btw is a sort of "demon" in buddhism with a lot of associated themes, not the least of which being seduction, and the derailing of one's path towards enlightenment --in Japanese in particular his name is associated with sexual temptation and masturbation, and yeah he's the penis chariot summon in SMT. He is very specifically the giant demon featured in classical art of the samsara --the cosmological wheel of reincarnation within which all living things exist. So when Mara laughs, it's not just a matter of generic evil, it's the victory of base material temptation over enlightenment. By all rights this makes it sound like Kyoraku's shikai is a matter of trading in his easygoing demeanor for a more violent and darker side.

But as we know that isn't quite how things panned out... Rather, the reveal of that very change in tone just got sorta kicked down the road a bit and became a part of his bankai rather than his shikai. But the implicit themes of the zanpakutou's name, and the zanpakutout themselves, suggests that Kyoraku has two swords because he has two truths, two inner selves rather than one: the one that is personified by heavenly flowers, and the one personified by malice and drink.

And I guess just to clarify, I find it really weird that Kubo went and canonized Masashi Kudo's zanpakutou filler arc designs that way he did, and I still sort of regard them and even their inclusion in the manga proper to be kind of non-canon? I know that's a weird bold arbitrary claim, but even as he used the designs they don't feel like they contribute at all to their own theme or shtick. Like, they were clearly designed with no insight to the shikai's actual powers, the designs are nonsensical (the swords printed on her kimono? european oujo drills on a japanese design? the frills on a kimono? the nonsense exposed midriff on kyoukotsu? it's just a mess) they aren't even named accordingly, you'd think the light tone of Katen would lend itself to the shikai's children's game theme and thus the diminutive one of the pair, and Kyoukotsu the darker themes and thus the noh and bunraku theatre thus the older of the two, splitting them between children's play and adult play. But no.

Anyway... that just being part of the set up for the fact that...

Ukitake's got a whole daoist yin-yang thing going on. His theming is a little less obvious at a glance, but pretty distinct in the broader context of things, and eventually ironically nailed down a little more firmly by Kudo's still not especially canon design work for the anime filler: The courtly heian robes the kids are put in are part of the iconic onmyoji image of daoist mystics who served the imperial court as advisors in spite of their non samurai/nobility status. The yin and yang motif is alluded to in the "twin fish" aspect of Sougyo no Kotowari[双魚理]: "Law of Pair(ed) Fish" which is itself later alluded to in the Hell Jaws Wailing/Christening oneshot. Unlike Katen Kyokotsu, there aren't two distinct facets to the sword name, and unlike Kyoraku's katana and wakizashi set, Ukitake has a single sealed katana that splits into two for shikai, all suggesting that the nature of the two fish is that they are a singular unit rather than distinct facets. This makes sense of course because the nature of yin and yang as positive and negative elements is that they are in constant struggle but balanced, and cannot exist without one another.

But the nature of the zanpakutou, again, suggests that Ukitake's soul exists as both sides of that balance, that he is is innately capable of just as much "evil" as he is good. And this underlying tone of something sinister beneath his kindly demeanor is something Kubo sort of tries to paly with but never really fully pulls the trigger on. This theme is where the Fullbringer arc's underutilized bit where Ukitake has been using the substitute badge as a means of surveillance, and where Ukitake is implicitly the one who stripped Ginjo of his powers in the first place, having also monitored him during his tenure as substitute. It implies that, like Kyoraku's two sides to his drink and revelry, Ukitake's inner truth about being an agent of cosmic balance comes in a dark and a light form.

So then there's this thing about Ichigo's stupid new zangetsu(s) where he both has two swords now like Kyoraku and Ukitake, but also doesn't because we get the janky sort of excuse that "oh they're not really two different swords one's just a sheath and their true form is one sword."

And to be fair, while I find the explicit use of that line to try and handwave... i don't know what exactly, but it definitely felt like Kubo thought he was patching up some kind of plothole when he brought it up... we technically already knew that was the case leading up to the first time he addressed it with the final getsuga thing.

In the first inner world fight, the hollow was just a part of Zangetsu that he was able to sort of produce and later reabsorb, and implicitly the opposite was true when the hollow appeared alone during the Visored training: they exist as two sides of the same coin, and can just kind of flip flop control as needed. This made sense as an expression of Ichigo's misguided struggle to deny and rid himself of his hollow --he didn't have two spirits he had one, which again we already knew, but it needed to be confirmed and addressed to cap off Ichgio's arc of self discovery.

Then Kubo tried to sort of rehash this dynamic with the whole the hollow is the sword, and Zangetsu is actually Yhwach's quincy blood just holding the hollow/shinigami side back, but it makes distinctly less sense because when Nimaiya forges the new sword(s) the two spirits show up as separate entities, one per sword. Plus the stupid retconned excuse that, oh no they weren't ever actually the same thing, the whole absorbing thing was just Yhwach actively suppressing the shinigami side. So then what does this really say about Ichigo's nature? Does he have a dualistic nature or doesn't he? Are they two facets of his inner truth, or are/were they always the same singular truth and realizing that was the entire key to self actualization and his true power?

At face value the new explanation divides his identity into shinigami and quincy, despite him having no actual functioning identity as a quincy factionally or culturally, and on a personal level he never actually does anything to reconcile this identity crisis. I know it's a long way around to just point out that it fumbles the theming a lot here, when that was fairly evident even without the context, but I guess I just wanted to bolster that. In the first place i think everyone reading at the time understood it to feel very inauthentic as a twist? like most of the developments of the late arc. Just another case of Kubo phishing around fandom chatter for stupid ideas he could play into to siphon ratings out of.

But again the bottom line being that we had precedent for Ichigo to have two swords in one of two ways: Ukitake's style of having a single identity that encompasses both the best and worst of his inner truth, or Kyoraku's suggested style in which his two facets exist in distinct and separate entities but ultimately both reflect him as truths about his nature. But Ichgio doesn't really do that. His original balance of shinigami and hollow seemed to be a satisfactory solution in the style of Ukitake's, and if he'd just had one shinigami/hollow sword and one quincy sword, that might have been acceptable in Kyouraku's style, but the flipflopping between the two by making the final form just a big sword inside a different big sword where one of the big swords is a sword, but the other sword is just a sheath to hold the first sword(???) is just this bizarre gibberish of themes and symbols.

(I've had this thing sitting in drafts for so long i forgot abotu it. and I swear I had some kind of actual conclusion I was working toward across various rewrites but i don't remember what it was anymore... anyway it's taking up space in my drafts that could be better used, so out it goes..)

[sparklingandtwinkling]

Healin' Good♥Pretty Cure Origin Story

🩷🌸🐰🌳💙⛲️🐧🌳💛✨🐯🌳💜💨🐶

Diabolos was fed up with all the Cures defeating his Negative Bosses before remembering that only Mobians can become Cures. He decided to infect Mobius to kill off all the Mobians so no more Cures could be made. However, he needed a large supply of negativity to create a new Negative Boss, as he had already used up much of his magic. He then remembered how sorrowful the Empire was when baby Emerald got sick. He sent one of his generals to poison Emerald (who is 15,424) and it worked.

The royal family and the whole Empire wept as Emerald lay in her room close to death. Her siblings (minus Ruby) and mother searched for a cure. Diabolos watched with great satisfaction as he gathered up the negativity. Vanessa was devastated as she watched her daughter fight for her life, feeling helpless just as she did when her daughter was born. It all became too much and she broke down in her workshop. A young Afghan Hound puppy from one of their guard dogs’ litter found her and tried to comfort her. Vanessa smiled at the puppy when she pawed at her. Vanessa hugged the puppy, and the power of the twenty-one element bottles floating in a bubble overhead combined with the puppy's desire to help her sadness and Vanessa's yearning to help her sick daughter, giving the puppy healing and protective magic. The magic gave the puppy a new necklace and a crystal headpiece. Vanessa was surprised at what had happened but not as surprised as when the puppy jumped out of her hands and ran out of the workshop. Vanessa chased after her, and Sapphire joined her when she felt the energy in the puppy. The commotion attracted the attention of her other family members.

The puppy ran into Emerald's room and jumped on her bed. Emerald opened her eyes and tried to smile and reach out to pet her. Her family stopped in the doorway and watched. Crystalline wanted to take the puppy away but both Vanessa and Sapphire stopped her as they watched with wide eyes. The puppy met Emerald’s hand and a strong pulse was released, eradicating the sickness from her body.

Her family was overjoyed when she sat up and hugged the puppy. Diabolos was displeased that the Empire was no longer in despair, which meant he couldn't collect more negativity but he had enough to do what he wanted. He created King Byogen, whom he sent to Mobius to infect it and gather up more negativity. When Vanessa and Sapphire found out, they knew they had to take action. Sapphire suggested turning the puppy, Teatinu, into a Cure Flicky and sending her to Mobius to find a partner to help fight King Byogen. Vanessa agreed, but Emerald begged them to turn Teatinu into a Cure Spirit instead, as the puppy had saved her life and she wanted her to stay the way she is. Vanessa agreed but explained that they would have to erase Teatinu's memory of living in the Crystal Empire, as she would need to stay on Mobius after completing her mission. Emerald says she understands and leaves to retrieve Teatinu.

Sapphire questioned why Vanessa lacked confidence in Teatinu, especially if she was sending her to Mobius. Vanessa explained that Teatinu and her partner would only be able to slow down King Byogen and they would have to wait for the right time to recruit more Cures. Sapphire clarified, "You mean the right era." Vanessa laughed before Emerald arrived with Teatinu and her family. After an emotional farewell, Teatinu is given the Cure power and sent to Mobius in the year 1875 CE with no memory. The only thing she does know is that she must find a partner to become a Pretty Cure and her name.

As Teatinu explored Mobius, she encountered Fuu, a teenage orphan who sang to sick children and had a strong immune system. Teatinu became inspired by her. When King Byogen attacks Fuu’s village, Teatinu valiantly attempts to stop him but ultimately fails. When he tries to finish her off Fuu saves her, causing the Wind Element Bottle to appear. Teatinu then tells Fuu what to do to transform. Together, they manage to drive him away from the village.

Over the years that follow, the two travel the world in pursuit of Byogen, freeing element spirits he has imprisoned. During a very rough battle, they succeed in banishing him to a different world, which later becomes the Byogen Kingdom, and destroying his physical form. Suddenly, they find themselves transported to a new world filled with strange creatures that bear a resemblance to Mobians, but walk on two or four feet and are less humanoid. Among these creatures are Flickies of various colors. The two looked around before Vanessa appeared in front of them and congratulated them on their success.

When Fuu asks who she is, Teatinu recalls that Vanessa was the one who made her and sent her to Mobius. The two then ask what the new world they have found themselves in, and Vanessa explains that it is the Healing Garden. The strange creatures in the garden are former inhabitants of Earth who were mistreated by humans, so she extracted them from that world. She goes on to tell them that new animals will continue to appear in the Healing Garden if they are not treated well on Earth. The Flickies in the garden are known as Healing Flickies, born from the desire to help others from the Mobians. Teatinu asks why they have been brought to this place, and Vanessa tells them that it is the end of their journey. Fuu will return to Mobius to live out her life, while Teatinu will remain in the Healing Garden to watch over it and continue to bring more Healing Flickies into the world. Though neither of them wants to be separated, Vanessa assures them that they will always be able to visit each other, however, Teatinu will live longer than Fuu.

Both were saddened by this but promised to always be friends. Fuu becomes a renowned doctor, while Teatinu becomes the queen of the Healing Garden. In the last days of Fuu’s life, she stayed with Teatinu. After her passing, she is remembered in the form of a statue in the Healing Garden.

132 years after Teatinu's arrival on Mobius, in 2007 CE, she gave birth to her daughter, Latte. On that day, Vanessa presents her with three special Healing Flickies - Rabirin the Rabbit, Pegitan the Penguin, and Nyatoran the Cat - as well as the Flower, Water, and Light Element Bottles and three Healing Room Bags. She tells Teatinu that the time will come when she must send her daughter and the three Healing Flickies to Mobius, but not yet. Teatinu understood what she meant.

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[elliethesuperfruitlover]

Fu the Family Friend

A/N: happy new year everyone! I started this september/october (i forgor) and found the motivation to finish it up. my lord i cant wait for the archivist model to drop.....

I want to preface this by saying I'm writing this fictional piece of work based off of a fictional character/liver. This does not reflect any sort of reality, nor does this reflect what Fulgur is like irl, etc. etc.

(I'm writing Fuu-chan as Archivist and not Legatus purely for How I Imagine Him purposes. And yes i know this outfit is legatus but just imagine archivist being his large sexy self in a pink shirt and leather pants with his hair pulled back mmk.)

CW: beeg tall man, nerdy talk, oral sex (fem! receiving)

Tag List: @super-unpredictable98, @jozstankovich, @rubberbutt69

Ding Dong

"Welcome Mr. Ovid! It's so good to see you!" you heard from the couch, turning your attention to the front door. Your parents had informed you that there would be a guest coming in to stay in the Air BNB they own for a few weeks, but you had limited reaction to it. The most they'll be is a mild inconvenience for when I need a place to decompress.

"It's good to have a change of scenery. And plus, the more I can learn about different cities, the better I'll be at my job." he spoke smoothly, with a little chuckle at the end of his sentence.

My lord, what a voice he has. You whisper to yourself, standing up to get a closer look.

Peeking from behind the wall, you observe the new person. He's.....oh no he's handsome. He has a tall build, with a dangerously soft looking tummy and long silver hair that's pulled into a ponytail at the back of his head. He has a kind looking face, with stubble matching his hair color. There seems to be a red and black collar around his neck (Oh yeah, they did mention he's a cyborg.) and hands to match.

"Oh, hey there. Didn't notice you at first." he looked up at you (holy fuck, he has pretty eyes too), and went to shake your hand.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Ovid." you stuttered, his hand warmer than you thought it would be.

"Oh, please call me Fulgur, Mr. Ovid makes me feel old." one of his hands went behind his head to awkwardly scratch his neck, and he looks away.

You nod in agreement and stand to the side as he continues talking to your parents. The way he spoke about his job ("It helps me stay in touch with what I lost, y'know. That way I can look back at everything in the future and not feel this pit of guilt from not knowing or remembering."), how he talked about his dog back home ("Oh, he's a very big boy. But very gentle. Trained and everything." as he shows them pictures of a very large, and very happy looking Caucasian shepherd.), honestly just listening to him talk was enough for you.

"Oh honey, would you show Mr. Ovid his room, we've gotta go handle dinner." your parents shout from the front door, closing it right as you respond.

"Uhh, you can follow me. Your room isn't up 10 flights of stairs or across an ominous bog. It's right to the left." you instruct, pointing in the general upstairs direction.

"So....the right or the left."

"Right to the......okay gotcha. It's to the left." you mutter before mentally facepalming as he walks into the room and sets his bags down. Now that's certainly a way to make a fuckin' impression. Being horrifically unclear. "I'll leave you to get settled, just let me know if you need anything."

You walk back to the couch, sitting in front of the television. Whatever was playing took your focus for all of half a second before drifting to....him. It's been a hot minute since someone actually caught your attention. Even if he is a little...older. It's just by a few years. And for all you know, he could be happily married....or not even-

CRASH

"Uh, you good in there?' you ask, standing in the doorframe to his room.

"Yeah, I was just trying to get the window open and some stuff fell." he chuckled awkwardly and backed away from the wall. Surrounding him were a few books from the shelf above the windowsill, and the window sat half open. Easy fix, you say to yourself before walking over and taking a firm hold on the handle for the latch.

"It's ok. I've accidentally been a little too rough with it before, you just gotta lift it up and pull at the same time. It's all about being gentle." the window slots into place and locks.

Fulgur giggles from behind you, shoulders lightly shaking at the accidental innuendo. Ah, so that's his sense of humor. "I'll have you know that joke was purely incidental. It just slips out sometimes."

"Oh does it?" he replies, breaking out into fuller laughter, wheezing in a kettle like fashion. That deeply entertains you, as how could a man built like that let out such a charming noise as a laugh.

"You like how I laugh?" he stutters out, finally catching his breath. Shit, I said that out loud.

"It's cute. Almost the opposite of what I expected from someone so built." you say, bulking your shoulders up to imitate his form.

"How am I built?" an unreadable glint shines in his eye.

"Like a beefcake. A big British beefcake."

He hums and gets the residual laughs out before putting the books back on the shelf. You sit on the ottoman in the corner of the room and listen to him talk while he gets his travel bags unpacked. He really is an interesting person. From his friends back home (apparently demons, dragons, and aliens do actually exist) to how he talks about his job. Apparently keeping the world's history and books preserved is a much more hard job than you imagined.

"It's difficult, but a very rewarding job. Makes me feel like I'm doing good to help things exist for longer. Let everyone after me observe things just as they were." a small smile appears on his face and you feel a sense of relaxation wash over you. Hmm...he's nice.

"We're back! And brought pizza!" your parents yell from the front door.

Both of your stomachs rumble at the sound of that, and you both head downstairs. The setup is simple. Three pizzas, cheese, pepperoni, and-

"Oh, Hawaiian! I actually enjoy pineapple on pizza." he mutters, gleefully getting a paper plate and starting on his meal.

Dinner flows smoothly up to a point, up until Fulgur takes his jacket off. He revealed his arms, and he put a fist on his chin, listening to your parents talk about their upcoming trip out of town. All you could focus on was his stubble. The line of his neck and his hands... You start wondering what they'd feel like. Holding them in your own. Wrapped around your waist. Maybe even groping you from behind. Lost in your own thoughts, you find that he's been looking at you.

Ah shit. You cough and shake your head of the images of him over you, standing up.

"Let me get your trash." you offer, looking down instead of at him. If you had, you would've noticed a faint dusting of pink across his cheeks, going to his neck and ears when you bend over to get another trash bag. After washing your hands and sitting back down, you two sit in silence for a few more moments, and he almost says something, but is cut off by your parents announcing their departure.

"See you later. You sure you're not coming with us back to the house? Your room and bed are there, y'know?" they humor you, waiting for you at the door.

"I'm good. Just gonna make sure our guest is totally settled in." you reply nonchalantly, almost surprising yourself. Fu-chan turns towards you, a confused look on his face, but you don't notice...again.

You finally settle in front of the TV, Fu-chan joining you on the couch. Silence surrounds the two of you, and a good chunk of time passes before it cuts to a commercial. You stretch from your spot, neglecting your nightly "turn on the porch light" duties, as your parents handled that when they left. Your mind drifts to Fu-chan again. And everything you'd want this archivist to do to you. Your thighs cross and you zone out, shaking your leg. You only come to when Fulgur taps your shoulder, asking you a question.

"You good there? You look like you're distracted. And your leg's shaking...and they're crossed. And you've got your hand between your thighs," he crosses his arms, a smirk settling on his face. He sighs before continuing. "are you thinkin' of me? Because between how you look now and the stretching and you wanting to stay with me to "make sure I get settled in". I can't help but let my mind wander to what you want to get up to."

"And what if I am? Am I not allowed to think about your hands? Or what you look like tied up? How your stubble feels on my neck?" you look directly in his eyes and something in them flickers.

"Oh? So you have been thinking about me." he moves to get on top of you, slotting a leg between your thighs. You shiver at the contact.

"Just kiss me." you internally cheer and scream that it actually worked, and that you're about to have a lot of explaining to do as to why you stayed for the night, as well as the morning at the guest house.

With that, he surges forward and catches your lips with his own. One of his hands moves to the back of your neck, and you melt into the contact. He moans into the kiss and deepens it, letting you onto his lap. The hand that isn't on your neck is holding you still, fingers spread across your ribs. You break away from him and bite the spot where his neck and shoulder meet.

Fu-chan groans at that and does the same with your neck, hair tickling your skin. You grind against his thigh, the sensation of his cynets pressing against you seep into your brain. He sucks a bruise onto your neck and rubs his thumb over it, putting pressure on the spot. You suck in a breath of air, pushing him off you.

"Let's take this upstairs. I don't want my parents complaining about stains on the couch." and with that, you both get up, stumbling a little. The two of you practically run to his room, shedding clothes as soon as he closes the door.

You push him onto the bed and straddle him, dragging your hands along his toned chest and abs. God, his tits. You grope them, gasping at how soft they actually are, despite their appearance. You also pinch one of his nipples, delighting in the way he gasps at the feeling. You continue until he's red in the face, almost embarrassed at how close he was just from one half of his (enormous) chest being fondled.

"Mmm. Let me touch you. Don't wanna finish like this." he whines, gently flipping the two of you.

He takes a wide berth at your body from his position, hands squeezing and caressing along the way. What his fingers skip, his lips follow with kisses, trailing from between your breasts to right where you've been wanting him since he moaned over that damn pineapple pizza. With each descending kiss, your breath quickened, almost to a gasp. It didn't help that he was keeping direct eye contact with you, staring half lidded and full of lust. He gently flips the two of you,

He lightly nips at your thighs, rubbing his stubbly cheeks against the sensitive skin. His arms make their way around your thighs, fingers gently digging into the plush flesh.

"You're so beautiful like this. Gasping. Waiting for me to touch you. Makes me want to take my time just to see you fully come apart." he hums at the end, and settles in between your thighs. He takes a deep breath and groans afterwards, hips canting into the sheets.

Fulgur places a wet, open mouthed kiss to your clothed mound, followed by a much more pointed one, dead on your clit. Your hips involuntarily thrusted up, and his face remained in the same spot, letting you grind against him. He untangled his right arm from your thigh, and began making an outline of your lips with his fingers, teasing around where you wanted them. He gently pushed a knuckle in through your panties and you groaned, desperate for him to take them off. He continued for a few more moments before acquiescing, taking tender care not to yank them off your feet.

"Hmmm, what do we have here?" he whispers, breath tickling your mound. Fulgur gently spread you open with his fingers, smiling in an almost pervish manner when you clenched at nothing. He stuck his tongue out, giving your cunt a wide lick, ending at your clit. He repeated the action before sucking on it, tongue caressing the underside. Your head flops to the side, overcome with the feeling of finally, finally, someone getting it right.

Fulgur seemed to get more enthusiastic about your pleasure, his hips and damn that ass thrusting against the sheets. He was drunk off the feeling of you surrounding him. His eyes were closed and his glasses were foggy and askew. He moaned into you when you thrusted upwards, and when his mouth wasn't busy pleasuring you, it was spitting out praises that left you speechless. "You taste so fucking good." " I bet it feels good, huh." "Let me know how I'm making you feel." "I can't wait til I'm buried in you." Each one more encouraging than the last.

You were almost delirious by the time you noticed he added a second finger, tongue paying special attention to your clit. His fingers were slow at first, scissoring you open, but crooked and sped up to match your hips. You could barely think straight, barely registering the sounds coming from your own mouth. There was a moment where he hit a spot behind your pelvis, while simultaneously sucking on your clit and you yanked his hair, back arched.

"Right there, Fu-chan! Please!" you begged, eyes half open. He doubled down on his efforts, finding the right rhythm between your hips grinding against him and his fingers. You began letting out tiny "ah, ah, ah" noises, and you felt almost ill at the onset of this feeling.

"Don't worry baby, I got you. Just let go." he whispered, before closing his lips around your clit completely, his silver hair spread across your belly. Your body seizes up and you feel an overwhelming burst of pleasure curl in your stomach before it crests, leaving you limp. Fu-chan continues, albeit a bit slower, both his hands and his hips coming to a complete stop once you'd caught your breath.

"You alright there?" you ask, gently carding your fingers through his hair.

"Peachy." he says, moving his head so you can see his flushed face. His glasses remained off balance and his hair stuck to his forehead. The parts of his neck you can see are pink and dotted with the bite you gave him earlier.

After a few minutes of relaxing, he slowly gets up, legs shaky, and grabs the washcloth from the guest bathroom. He cleans your thighs, then your stomach, and you nod off for a moment when he walks back. You both get under the covers, the slight chill from the open window making goosebumps on your skin.

"One more question." he whispers, hands wrapped around your middle, thumb rubbing shapes into your skin.

"Yeah?"

"How do you like your eggs?"

Oh, he better stay here for the next 6 months.

Masterlist

[tsunflowers]

not mad or anything but I do wanna know why the wind themed fuu has a typhoon attack while the water themed umi has a whirlwind attack

[meowmeowuchiha]

Fuck it I'm dropping my fave fics

All Naruto fics

A Second Chance by calibratingentropy

Summary: A Kisame time travel fix it. He's sent back to the day of his academy graduation upon his death. He decides to do things much differently than the first time around. Most characters are either OCs or were such side characters in Canon that we barely got scraps of personality, such as Yagura, Mei, and Ao. Wonderfully written and frankly a must for any Kisame lover imo

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45811153/chapters/115287730

Orochimama by Whoamama

Summary: When Orochimaru first attempts the Living Corpse Reincarnation Jutsu, shit goes sideways and he ends up replaced by a woman from our world. Hilarity ensues as she attempts to fix the chaotic mess that is Otogakure and save the world on top of it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27458050/chapters/67129078

Okay. That's Enough Lemonade Now. by Meeceisme

OC is the child of Hatake Kakashi and a Nara OC named Nara Miyu. Technically part of a series, but every one can be read as stand alone easily. An AU fix it type fic, and I adore all of the lore about the Nara, Hatake, Aburame, and even Kurama clans. The beginning is squicky, but as long as you can get past that it's a wonderful read. Same with the rest of the series, mostly the first installment. The ages are VERY squicky in the first one and it took me years to actually read these fics because of it. Either way, highly recommend..

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32294638/chapters/80049616

Plasticity by Misfit_McCoward

Hidan tries to summon a shinigami. Gets a science major college student instead. OC proceeds to have a terrible time trying to stay alive, and after winding up with Orochimaru ends up delving into ninja mad science. Eventually winds up with the Akatsuki. Unwillingly. An absolutely hilarious fic and I reread this at least twice a year. Everyone is beautifully in character.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16017161/chapters/37377839

Honōka by Yujina

A girl from 90s Tokyo is reborn in the Naruto universe. Due to her unique viewpoint, she regularly 'breaks' jutsu and uses chakra in ways that everyone is confused as to how tf she even came up with it. She's the same age as Kakashi. Winds up Orochimaru's apprentice. Good!Orochimaru AU, or at the very least a Not Terrible!Orochimaru AU.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26225191/chapters/63828178

Parallel by Sora2131, stacyb

Kakashi time travel fix it fic. Team 7 winds up an actual family. A wonderful story. I don't want to say too much and spoil it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25498318/chapters/61857256

Homemade Dynamite by Misfit_McCoward

Itadei time travel fix it fic. Except Itachi tells Deidara absolutely none of his plans and Deidara is just along for the ride. Unwillingly. Deidara is back in his 10 year old body so Itachi is like 12-13. All from Deidara's POV. Despite being a ship fic, there isn't a super heavy romantic focus which for me personally is wonderful. The OCs are wonderful and I love them, both Itachi and Deidara are wonderfully in character. Another fic I reread like twice a year.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27201637/chapters/66442810

Shinobi Isekai!: Round Three! by Morrowyn

A trans girl wakes up in the Naruto universe in the body of Choumei's jinchuuriki (before Fuu) in the midst of escaping from Takigakure. Winds up living in a ruined temple in the middle of nowhere. Accidentally befriends passing ninja.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27205340/chapters/66452216

Second Bite at the Cherry by Sakinthra

Sakura decides she's going to be useful to her teammates in a different way. Things spiral out of control. Hidan is a protagonist, but he's still in character (still a gleefully murderous zealot. I love him). Builds up Jashinism as a religion very well and I adore it. A fic I reread at least once a year.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15001781/chapters/34770497

The Bloody Oracle of Kiri by Cannibalisticapple

OC with a very fucked up moral compass is reborn in Naruto during the third shinobi war and is picked up by Kiri. Specifically by the seven swordsman. Specifically specifically by Ameyuri Ringo. Absolutely wonderful and with plenty of hilarious moments along with more serious moments. I tend to reread this at least once a year.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13788408/chapters/31696218

The Unwoven Threads of Fate by Diadru

OC is reborn in Naruto universe and winds up replacing Naruto on Team 7. Befriends Sasuke and they wind up BOTH going to Orochimaru. Shit goes wildly wrong. Everyone is wonderfully in character, but there are a couple slightly OOC moments. The name of the MC can definitely break immersion, but as long as you can get past that it's great. Gets very angsty at times, understandably so, as the MC gets thrown headfirst into several moral crises and being around Orochimaru is not exactly conducive to staying a 'good' person. I reread this one about once a year usually. WARNING: ENDS ON A MASSIVE CLIFFHANGER AND HAS NOT BEEN UPDATED SINCE 2019.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11943924/0/

Seven by Shaydrall

Sasuke, Naruto, and Sakura wake up in their bodies the day of team assignments. It was not done intentionally and none of them know about the others. A time travel fix it and it's absolutely hilarious.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13054671/0/

[mistbow]

Death as a Salvation in Zestiria

Good night, Heldalf. Your life of eternal solitude is at last over.

Zestiria, despite its medieval fantasy and Arthurian legend outward appearance, actually doesn’t hold back in its Japanese inspirations (among a lot of things, the devs have at least admitted that Sorey and Mikleo are inspired by the Japanese historical figure, Sakamoto Ryouma, and that seraphim are based on kami.)

Often overlooked, though, are its very obvious Buddhist inspirations, especially Japanese Buddhism, despite it supposedly being as apparent as the other inspirations. Perhaps viewing it through Buddhist lens would help some to understand arguably the most controversial message in Zestiria, that is, “death can be salvation.”

I will start off with a disclaimer: Even if I just say Japanese Buddhism, there are actually many schools for Buddhism even in Japan alone, so I will try to just keep things to the general stuff that is applicable in majority of the schools, or if I have to point out something specific, then I will specify which school it is from.

One thing for sure though, in whatever form it is, Japanese Buddhism has had a major influence on Japanese society and culture and remains an influential aspect to this day.

There’s a common saying that a Japanese is “born Shinto, but dies Buddhist.” In Shinto, an animistic religion, everything has a kami inside it, living or non-living. This kami that everyone has will be released at the time at death and move on. Those who pass away are highly respected, and it’s not appropriate to mourn deceased family members intensely. Death is just a reminder to push towards living more fully, meaning that it focuses more on life and is less associated with death. Buddhism, on the other hand, came to be known as the religion of funerals in Japan, and as such, it has also come to be associated with death.

This duality of a Japanese spiritual life can also be seen in Zestiria themes and messages: On one hand, you have the game celebrating how beautiful, how sacred this world, this life is. On the other hand, it also says that death can also be a release. The same duality is reflected in Sorey, the mere human with dreams to explore all the ruins, and Sorey, the Shepherd with his duty. How can he realize both of these at the same time?

By the way, Zestiria is not short on its Japanese Buddhist inspirations: you can see sokushinbutsu (即身仏) in the Trial Shrines, the Five Lords are called Godaishin (五大神), the Crucibles are named after Naraka, heck, even the original Japanese term for Shepherd, Doushi (導師), is a specific Japanese Buddhist term. Which we will get there, I promise.

But first up, I want to talk about the elements in Zestiria, our first relevant Buddhist inspiration here.

The five-element system in Zestiria is actually modeled after the same five-element system in Japanese Buddhism, known as Godai (五大), meaning the Five Great [Elements], that even the Five Lords are called Godaishin (五大神) meaning Five Great Lords in Japanese. Godai, in turn, is related to Mahābhūta, which is basically the same concept in Indian Buddhism.

This system explains that all physical aspects of existence originate from a common source and can be classified in one of the Godai manifestations of physical matter. Chi (地), or the Earth, symbolizes solid matter. Sui (水), the Water, symbolizes liquids. Ka (火), the Fire, is the symbol of combustion, or the elements in an energy-releasing state. Fuu (風), the Wind, symbolizes gases. Kuu (空), the Void, is representative of the formless subatomic energy that is the basis for the structure of all things. This Godai symbolism is also used to describe the emotional nature of human beings.

(By the way, Light and Darkness are also included in Void in this system. It is everything yet nothing at the same time.)

You can see these elements in gorintou (五輪塔), stupa used for memorial purposes.

Sometimes you can even see the Lotus Sūtra (妙法蓮華経) carved on it too.

The shapes these elements are represented by symbolize the order in which someone progresses in their spiritual journey:

The square of Earth is the basis, the will to attain perfection.

The circle of Water is the attainment of equanimity.

The triangle of Fire represents the energy created in pursuit of the truth.

The crescent of Wind represents the development of intuition and awareness.

The lotus of Void represents perfection.

However, just for one element, there are more meanings than what have been said so far, at least in Buddhism. That is, Fire, the element of the Silver Flame, as the power of the Shepherd.

For all the Shinto inspirations, it’s funny how they went with Fire instead of Water, the main element usually used for purification in Shinto (it’s not that it doesn’t use Fire either, just that the main purification ritual, misogi, uses water).

So first, I want to talk about how Shinto sees Fire. Fire seems to be viewed as the most powerful element, able to both bring something of the sacred into this world and to open the gates to the other. Izanami-no-Mikoto, the mother-kami who created the Japanese Archipelago and most of the Japanese kami, died giving birth to the Fire kami, an episode that is relevant from two perspectives: first, Izanami’s death represents in itself a myth of origin, as death did not, could not exist until it happened for the first time; second, it is fire that facilitates the transition from one level of existence to another. Izanami died, but that does not mean that she disappeared; on the contrary, she continues to exist in the world of shadows, changing her role as creator for that of destroyer, of death-bringer.

Fire is still used in Japanese rituals to establish connection between the known world, inhabited by living humans, and the world of kami and things passed. In the beginning of every year, shrines all over Japan make huge bonfires named dondoyaki (どんど焼き), where used New Year decorations and amulets are burned. At Buddhist temples, similar fires are lit for the burning of prayer tablets and amulets that had been used during the previous year. In both cases, the objects to be cremated are not viewed as no longer useful, but rather as something that has fulfilled its role on this existential level and must now ritually pass into the other, Fire being the potent element which opens the pathway.

A lot of connections to death here. But more than anything, there is a bigger symbolism for Fire in Buddhism, that is, in Ādittapariyāya Sutta, more popularly known as the Fire Sermon in English.

Sabbaṃ bhikkhave ādittaṃ

Bhikkhus, all is burning.

“All” (sabba) here refers to six internal senses (eye, ear, nose, tongue, body and mind), six external senses (visible forms, sound, smells, tastes, touches and mental objects), consciousness (viññāṇa) contingent on these senses, the contact (samphassa) of a specific sense organ (such as the ear), its sense object (sound) and sense-specific consciousness, and finally, what is subsequently felt (vedayita): pleasure (sukha), pain (dukkha), or neither (adukkhamasukhaṃ).

And by “burning” (āditta) is meant the fire of greed (rāgagginā), the fire of aversion (dosagginā), the fire of delusion (mohagginā), as well as the manifestations of suffering: birth, aging and death, sorrows, lamentations, pains, distresses and despairs.

Nibbindaṃ virajjati virāgā vimuccati, vimuttasmiṃ vimuttamiti ñāṇaṃ hoti, khīṇā jāti, vusitaṃ brahmacariyaṃ, kataṃ karaṇīyaṃ nāparaṃ itthattāyāti pajānātī ti.

Disenchanted, he becomes dispassionate. Through dispassion, he is fully released. With full release, there is the knowledge, “Fully released.” He discerns that “Birth is ended, the holy life fulfilled, the task done. There is nothing further for this world.”

This will be relevant later on, but we’ll save this for now. Just remember the three fires and suffering, “burning.”

For now, I want you to focus on the word “Shepherd”, or “Doushi” (“導師”) in Japanese. Surprisingly to me, no one has really overthought this word before, despite it being the main focus of the narrative itself. Sorey, the protagonist, is the Shepherd. And sure, I’ve said that “Shepherd” is a fine enough translation for the term, but fine enough doesn’t mean it’s the best it could’ve been, though this is a tricky one to translate because no matter what they could’ve gone with, it would’ve still been lost in translation.

See, “導師” on surface level means a guru/master (師) who guides (導), that meaning is still retained in “Shepherd”, thankfully enough. However, in Japanese Buddhism, this term has a very specific meaning, and no, it’s not just “monk.”

It’s specifically a monk who facilitates funerals.

Originally, Doushi is just a monk who gives Buddhist sermons, who guides people to the path of Buddha, however, it has specifically come to mean a monk who gives indou (引導), which, to put simply, is a requiem of the dead, meant to lead/guide the dead to Nirvana, enlightenment; by having the Doushi recite the Dharma (“cosmic law and order”, Buddha’s teaching) to them. Aside from that, they’re also in charge of makuragyou (枕経), literally pillow sutra, which is the sutra recitation at the bedside of a deceased person.

So with this, I want to remind you that Sorey has a title, Vigil-Keeper (看取りし人), that basically means someone who attends to death. Someone who watches over someone else on their deathbed. And I’ve talked about that too here.

Back to Fire, the element, there’s an interesting expression in Japanese that basically is a euphemism for dying, which is “命の火が消える”, literally meaning “the fire of life is extinguished.” In the novel, among the many deaths, this expression is only used twice to describe death.

The first time, it’s Mikleo’s death as a human.

だが、生まれたばかりで柔らかかった皮膚はいま、熱と炎でただれ、命の火を消えそうとしている。

But the newborn’s tender skin was now inflamed with heat and flames, and his fire of life was about to be extinguished.

The second time, it’s Heldalf’s, as killed [saved] by Sorey.

And we know Mikleo immediately got reborn as a seraph afterwards, a being described as the purest, the noblest being ever. Seraphim are also beings that don't experience external change, unlike humans (人間は天族と違い、時間・経験と共にその在り方を変えていく), meanwhile life is full of changes according to Buddhism.

「おやすみ、ヘルダルフ……永遠の孤独はいま、終わった」

「………気に入らん……な……最後まで抗おうと……いう……のか……」

ヘルダルフの口がさらに何かを紡ごうとしていたが、もはや言葉にならず、彼は命の火を消した。

“Good night, Heldalf. Your life of eternal solitude is at last over.”

“You dare fight back even until... until the very end. I can't... I can't stand it.”

Heldalf’s mouth was trying to spin something more, but words could no longer come out, and his fire of life extinguished.

I want to note here that “命の火を消した” is more “extinguished his fire of life” but I didn’t want to make it sound like Heldalf, himself, did it, since Sorey was the one who did it. Wording, deliberate, Zestiria is all about reading between the lines after all.

But why? You might ask.

Remember how I said the Buddhist Doushi’s job is to lead the dead to the Nirvana? Nirvana (涅槃), the Buddhist salvation, as a word often gets translated as “enlightenment”, as “liberation” from suffering, but at the base level, it has another meaning. Or two, even.

One, “extinguishing of a flame.” Two, “death.”

Nirvana is the extinction of the “three fires”, namely of greed (raga), aversion or hate (dvesha) and of delusion or ignorance (moha or avidyā), the same three fires as before. This signifies the permanent cessation of saṃsāra (meaning “wandering” but basically is the “karmic cyclicality of all life, matter, existence”) and rebirth. Attainment of salvation or Nirvana is main goal of Buddhism.

SOREY: No one involved was fully in the wrong, but no one was really right either. That’s how it felt to me.

SOREY: My answer... is I want to save Heldalf. SOREY: The Shepherd’s job doesn't just boil down to “quell the Lord of Calamity,” or even “clean up the previous Shepherd’s mistakes.” SOREY: When malevolence consumes seraphim and turns them into hellions, we save them... SOREY: ...Yet when it brings misfortune and grief to humans, we say they only have themselves to blame. SOREY: It doesn’t seem fair.

MIKLEO: There are humans out there just like Heldalf. MIKLEO: He just happened to play one part in a cascade of terrible events. ROSE: I’m not gonna say you shouldn’t sympathize with him. ROSE: But I will say it would strike me as bizarre to completely let him off the hook for the horrors he brought to such a peaceful village... ROSE: And what he’s trying to do now is still messed up... Right? SOREY: Absolutely. It’s wrong, period, and I will stop it.

SOREY: If I won’t save humans like Heldalf who’ve had hellionhood thrust upon them, I’ll never see humans and seraphim live in peace!

In Shingon Buddhism, Fudou Myouou (不動明王), of the Vidyārāja, is assigned as the Doushi to the first seven days of service when mourning, as he tops the list of Thirteen Buddhas. Fudou Myouou is the manifestation of Dainichi Nyorai (大日如来) in disguise, always close at hand to protect us. He resides within the hearts of those who believe in him, protecting them and providing them with blessings.

If he were an animal, he would be a dragon; if he were an object, a double-edged sword; and if he were a color, gold or blue-black.

Fudou Myouou holds a sword in his right hand, the sword with the dragon king Kurikara (倶利伽羅), which represents righteous Buddhist wisdom to cut off evil thoughts and doubts. The rope in his left hand is meant to bind bad minds and awaken good minds. The flame on the back is called Karura-En (迦楼羅炎); Karura or Garuda is the name of a legendary bird that eats poisonous animals. The flame in the form of this bird represents the consuming of poisonous things. The rock beneath his feet is called Banjaku (盤石), a large, hard rock. It represents a stable mind without hesitation. The sutra says “sitting on a vajra stone” (“金剛石に座し”) which means sitting on a huge diamond.

More than anything else, though, Fudou Myouou takes on a wrathful form in order to save by force even the most irredeemable sentient beings who are afflicted with kleshas.

(There’s also an idea of akunin-shouki [悪人正機] in Joudo Buddhism:)

善人なおもって往生を遂ぐ、いわんや悪人をや。

Even good people can be saved, so let alone the evil people.

(Wind back the clock to the 12th century in Japan, which was an age of devastating social unrest. The vast majority of people—poor peasants, socially disadvantaged and discriminated—were losing homes and loved ones due to never-ending civil wars and starvation, feeling abandoned and helpless. But Buddhism wasn’t available to heal them because, at that time, it was only a religion for the social elites and intellectuals. For those who are good people already. This conundrum caused anguish for some monks: Why couldn’t Buddhist society do anything to help people who were in dire need of Buddha’s mercy [who needed it the most]? It’s against our core creed, which is “each and every one is saved.”)

(Eventually, a few monks decided to give up their status in the mainstream of Buddhism for good, and founded new schools in order to help the suffering people. Among them were Hounen and his disciple Shinran. They advocated akunin-shouki, and addressed it directly to desperate people: “I know you have been belittled, bullied, and given no opportunities nor any access to things that could help improve your lives. Not only have you never learned how to pray, but you might have had to do bad things in order to survive. I feel your pain and sorrow, but I want you to know that you are already forgiven, embraced and celebrated by Buddha’s mercy, exactly because of your helplessness and ignorance. Embrace your insignificant self. All you have to do is to chant the prayer, and you are saved. Buddha is always with you.”)

(These are the “bad people [those who do not know how or did not want to become a better, good person to achieve religious goals] are saved” as part of akunin-shouki. It was enthusiastically welcomed by the “bad” people—the illiterate, ignorant, poor and disadvantaged—who were never recognized nor approved of by society, let alone embraced and celebrated. They were overjoyed to discover that all they had to do was to chant nenbutsu “I take refuge in Buddha”–which could be done even if you couldn’t read–and they were saved. Buddhism finally became a people’s religion.)

Because in Buddhism, there are no sins, as there is no judging god out there that would punish you for your sins.

What there is though, is karma, the “law of cause and effect.” But karma is not punishment, not reward. Think of karma as a natural law, like gravity. You don’t need anyone to administer the law of gravity. Any time you are not careful you may fall and hurt yourself and experience suffering, but it is not a punishment for your lack of attention. You can also use gravity to generate hydroelectric power at a dam.

The same way that gravity doesn’t have morals attached, doesn’t need to be administer by a mighty god and can produce suffering in some cases and happiness in other, karma doesn’t have morals attached, doesn’t need to be administer by a mighty god and can produce suffering in some cases and happiness in other.

Karma tells you that there are some acts that produce suffering for you or others and, that there are acts that produce happiness for you and others.

If you avoid the former and stick to the later, you will be happier.

...

With all of this said and done, I would like to end it by saying that not everything has to be taken at surface level, taken so literally. Shepherd, hellion, death, salvation... everything here is just a symbol. It’s a fictional work, it can afford to do things like this, through symbols, images, patterns, ideas, metaphors that we recognize. Because they keep coming up, and they're entrenched in our subconscious through that repetition. I want people to step back and look at this at the bigger picture, and try to glean what the message really is, instead of being caught up in the unnecessary details.

I hope this has been insightful.

[bigdaddyjnuggs]

Torune Aburame x GN Reader

so I have noticed a lack of fics for my bug boys, so I have decided to take matters into my own hands. This is the first fic I have written in years and years so please don't judge it too harshly -- I have also never written smut before so please be nice. I am always open to suggestions and constructive criticism :)

18+ minors DNI

Things had been weird lately, there's no other way to say it. Your mentor, Torune, had been acting strange for a week -- being short with you when you were talking to him, avoiding looking at you, calling your sparring match off early. You couldn't help but wonder if there was something you had said or done that caused this behavior, but honestly, you couldn't think of a single thing. Torune was always so in-control of his emotions that this behavior today had you deeply worried and concerned -- not only that he was acting strange but that there was always the off-chance of Danzo catching wind of it and… well, who really knows what would happen then. Danzo was strict and wildly unforgiving about breaking his cardinal rules, so needless to say any kind of outburst or attitude or glint of emotion was fair game for punishment.

Your training and sparring sessions with Torune had always been very cordial: Torune could actually be a bit of a talker, with the two of you exchanging stories about your lives before Root, what your hopes were for Root, things you like and don't like. Torune was really a friend, you could count on him and tell him things and he would do the same for you. Today though, things were at the worst they'd been all week. There were no mutual conversations today. Everything you said seemed to bounce off a brick wall. You had never seen him talk the way he did to you today to anyone, but to be fair, it isn't like you spent every waking moment with him. Thinking back on conversations with Fuu you had overheard, Torune spoke very comfortably with him, as well. You suppose that everyone has an odd day -- but not everyone is in Root.

You were relaxing briefly in your room during some of your quite rare time off. For a moment, you had nothing to do; you had no missions to be on, no tasks to complete around the base, and Torune had already called off your training and sparring for the day. With so much time to think to yourself, you found that you really couldn't stop worrying about what was going on today, and you started to worry that your emotions would show too. Torune, Danzo, Fuu, and everyone in Root always touted that they had no emotions -- but is it really possible to get rid of all of your emotions? For you it wasn't. You experienced emotions daily and were just an expert on masking them from everyone around you. Even now, your constant worrying and anxiety was being expertly masked -- you showed no outside signs of distress and kept it cool, just like you were taught.

You were disrupted by a knock at the door. You turned to stand up from your bed to answer it, but saw Torune already standing in your doorway.

"Y/N -- I hope I am not intruding?" Torune asked.

"Oh -- Um, no you aren't," you said apprehensively.

"But?"

"I just -- I felt like things were a little bit tense today," you began. "I was just hoping to clear the air or --"

"Clear the air?"

"Yes -- or at least figure out what's going on so that I might help fix the issue or apologize or --"

"That is hardly necessary." Torune said flatly.

"See there you go again," you quickly quipped. "You're acting very strange today."

"Strange? I don't see how I am." Torune brushed you off. You actively had to hide your frustration as he disagreed with you. You took a breath and continued.

"You're usually so… nice to me? But today you've been so distant and short, I'm just confused on what I did to upset you is all." You looked away from Torune, feeling your face heating up from a combination of frustration, awkwardness, and the feeling you had from Torune being in your room.

"I… really did not think you would notice something like that, I apologize. I never should have let my emotions get the better of me like that. It is good advice to get rid of all of your emotions if you are able to, truly." You looked back at Torune only to see him looking away from you like he had been all morning.

"Torune?"

"Yes?" Torune looked back towards you.

"What emotions are you talking about? That you let get the better of you? Did I do something?" Torune stood for a moment in silence.

"… Yes, you could say that."

"That I did something? Torune, whatever I did I sincerely didn't mean to. I'm sor --"

"I did not mean that you needed to apologize." Torune stepped further into the room towards you.

"Well if I did something to upset you then I absolutely do need to apologize. You are my superior and I owe you an apology."

"Is that what I am to you?"

"My… superior? Yes you are?"

"Is that… all I am… to you?" Torune was right next to you now. You could feel your face heating up again, this time from how close Torune was to you… in your own room… alone.

"Torune, I don't understand. You are my superior --"

"These emotions I am cursed with now… it is your fault," Torune interrupted. "I have been thinking about things, about you."

"What about me?"

"You -- you are making things very difficult for me," You sat there in disbelief. Your mind began racing. Was Torune going to tell you he couldn't be your mentor anymore? Was Torune going to tell Danzo that you were having this emotionally charged conversation? You began to go down every avenue of overthinking there was when Torune spoke again. "Truthfully, you have complicated my life and I cannot say that I am upset. The truth is… the truth is difficult to say."

"Torune I just want you back," you could feel tears welling in your eyes. "I -- this week has been awful. When I talk to you it's like you'd rather be talking to anyone else. You called off our training today and it seems like you'd like to act like I don't exist."

"Y/N, that could not be farther from the truth," Torune sat on the bed next to you. "I am so sorry Y/N, but I believe I am in love with you." Your heart stopped. You replayed what Torune said in your head over and over. Did you hear that right? Him? In love with you?

"Torune, what?"

"I'm sorry to complicate things for you but this is how it is. I'm sorry if it is not what you wanted to hear." You thought back on all of the times you and Torune had trained together, all of the conversations, that small smile Torune would give you when you talked about your life. You felt tears falling down your cheeks and you let out a small sigh. You felt relieved that you had not done irrepairable damage to your relationship with Torune by being obtuse or by saying something foolish. After what felt like an entire minute, you spoke.

"Torune, I think I am in love with you, too." Now it was Torune's turn to sit in stunned silence. After a moment, you reached over and placed your hand over his gloved hand. he turned his hand over and held your hand properly.

"Danzo… Danzo can never find out. Nobody can find out. Are you prepared to have to live with this every day?"

"Of course." Torune leaned over and placed his lips on yours. His kiss was gentle and hesitant.

"Did that hurt you?"

"No, should it have?"

"I just had to be sure my insects wouldn't hurt you. I am grateful they are not." Torune kissed you again, this time forcefully and needy, much different than the first kiss. Torune did not break the kiss, instead he kissed you again and again. You finally felt a sense of relief and finally felt that things were as they should be.

You finally broke the kiss, gasping for air after what felt like an eternity. You could get absolutely lost in Torune, you were certain of it. You squeezed Torune's gloved hand just to feel it and know it was real. You kissed Torune again, needing to feel his lips on yours for every moment you can. the kiss grew hungrier every second and Torune's quiet moans were your signal to keep going. You let go of his hand and place your hand on his chest. The feeling of his toned chest and heartbeat racing under your hand was giving you a rush you could not replicate. You kissed him faster until he broke the kiss.

"Is this really okay? We don't have to go so far if you are not comfortable --"

"Torune, I need you."

That was all he needed to hear. He began to kiss you again and let his hands explore your chest. You moaned quietly as he lightly brushed his hands over your chest. Torune took this as a queue to keep going and touched your chest more firmly, making you gasp and break the kiss.

"Is this okay?"

"Yes, please, Torune. Do whatever you want to."

"Would you… take off your clothes?" You laughed at Torune's awkwardness and being so forward. You removed your clothes as he asked and threw them in a pile on the floor. Torune sat in awe of you for a moment before whispering a series of 'you are so beautiful' and 'you are gorgeous' and any other iteration of compliments he could come up with while his mind was still in a haze from your kiss. Torune began to take off his clothes. He threw them in the pile on the floor but left his gloves on.

"I am concerned that I will not have perfect control over my insects -- if anything begins to be painful you have to tell me immediately so I can help you." You nodded your head and pulled Torune back onto the bed. You kissed him feverishly and passionately. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and you put yours in his. You kissed deeply and let your hands roam his body. Nothing was painful and there was no sign of any insects causing any problems. You reached your hand down and gently touched his cock, hard from the make out session and body exploration the two of you had been engaged in currently. Torune moaned loudly, not used to the new sensation of someone else touching him so intimately.

"Aah, I am -- sorry -- I will be quieter, I would hate for someone to overhear --" you cut him off, crashing your lips into his again. You began to gently stroke his cock as he quietly moaned into your kisses. He placed a gloved hand on your breast and began to massage it, eliciting quiet moans from you.

"Torune -- Aah, Torune --"

"I love the way my name sounds when you say it like that."

"Torune!"

"You -- do you want to --"

"Yes, please."

You pulled away and let Torune lay down. You straddled him and leaned down for a kiss.

"I have to tell you, I have never done this before," Torune admitted. "But I want to do it with you."

"I'll take good care of you, Torune," Torune smiled at this. His sweet small smile you have come to love so much. The smile that leaves you weak.

You positioned yourself about him and guided his cock inside of you. You guided him in slowly, allowing him to get used to the sensation and allowing yourself a moment to stretch out to fit him. After a moment, you started to move slowly. Torune moaned quietly and grabbed your ass, keeping his hands on you as you slowly moved up and down.

"You -- aah -- are just perfect…"

You picked up the pace and began to bounce up and down faster and harder. Torune kept babbling praises and compliments to you:

"You are so beautiful." "You are so wonderful." "You fit me just perfect."

You continued on steadily, taking in the sights and quiet sounds Torune was making for you. It seemed like everything you did was exactly what he wanted -- even though he had no experience. With the overwhelming emotion of the evening, you were already rapidly approaching your climax from so little actual activity.

"Torune -- I think I'm going to --"

"Yes -- yes, really?"

"Fuck, yes, Torune -- I'm gonna -- fuck!"

Your climax hit you hard. You moaned a little too loudly for comfort, prompting Torune to capture you in a kiss. You gently rode out your high, kissing Torune deeply and holding his hands above his head. After your orgasm had passed, you began to ride him again. Torune couldn't hold back his small moans and praises for you.

"I -- I am in love with you," Torune breathed. "You are -- hah, you are too fucking good to me." You felt your face flush more than it already was at the sound of Torune swearing. You could hardly believe what you were hearing.

"I am in love with you, Torune."

Torune's grip on your ass tightened and his breathlessness was increasing. You could tell he was approaching his limit. You leaned down and kissed him. He kissed back more hungrily than before, breaking the kiss to catch his breath. Torune was rapidly coming undone beneath you.

"You want to come for me?"

"Oh -- fuck -- yes, please!"

"Please come for me, Torune."

And that was all it took. Torune covered his mouth to muffle his yell as he reached his climax inside of you. You slowly stopped moving and leaned down to capture him in a kiss. This kiss was chaste and gentle, unlike the hungry and needy kisses from before. Torune broke the kiss to catch his breath before speaking.

"I am so grateful you are not hurt," Torune spoke between pants. "If Danzo ever found out about this --"

"Danzo won't find out, I promise," Torune smiled at you. "You know, you have the most beautiful smile I have ever seen."

"I could say the same about you."

[dragonslaved]

Hello All, Space here to tell you why YOU !! Should read classic manga Magic Knight Rayearth. 

“What’s that?” you ask? You’ve never heard of Magic Knight Rayearth? Well, I am here to tell you ALL about it.

WHAT IS MAGIC KNIGHT RAYEARTH?

Magic Knight Rayearth is a 6 volume manga about magical girls, giant robots, and isekai. Yes, you read that right. All three amazingly loved tropes together and it’s done seamlessly and beautifully. You’ll laugh, you’ll say ‘wtf’, you’ll sob big Ghibli tears. 

Also like. If you have any intention to actually read this manga after this post, don’t google anything? Seriously don’t. It’s only 6 volumes but googling will spoil literally every twist and turn this series has and BOY DOES IT HAVE SOME. I’m not gonna spoil you for them. Don’t spoil yourself.

To put into perspective how much I love this series and how badly I've wanted people to read it for years: I was pinching pennies for p much my entire life until very recently. I read this series when I was 14 (~20+ years ago oh god) and fast forward to today I'm still a penny pincher but I went out of my way to collect 5 different full copies of this series in various printings and languages because I just. I gotta. I love it. I have a copy that is a dedicated loner copy so I always have one ready for someone to borrow and read. PLEASE understand how much I love this series and go along with me here.

All right, so the story goes like this: three middle school girls on a field trip to Tokyo Tower get summoned to an alternate world called Cephiro. Oh by the way, they go to different schools. Also they’ve never met before. 

You’ve got rich, beautiful hothead, Umi Ryuzaki. Her magic element is water, fierce and unforgiving. Her two loving parents are still in their honeymoon phase 14 years later. They’re rich, she loves food, she is kinda selfish, but has such a great character arc because of it. She’s amazing and I would die for her. 

After her, you’ve got polite but very very shrewd and thoughtful, Fuu Houoji. Her element is wind, kind, occasionally harsh, and healing. Fuu is the one with plans, who is very sweet and formal but also very conniving if you aren’t paying close attention. She cares deeply about those around her  while also being realistic. Sometimes she can be a little aloof, but it’s ok she’s cute.

And finally last girl, BEST GIRL, Hikaru Shidou. Energetic, sympathetic, understanding, and eternally the best. Her element is fire, she IS the magic knight of Rayearth, the titular character, the beautiful perfect darling angel who has never done anything wrong in her life. She goes to an all girls’ school. She has three older brothers. Almost every girl in her school has a crush on her. She is oblivious as fuck. She grew up in a kendo dojo and beat her father in a match when she was in kindergarten and that’s why he’s not around. She has the biggest heart in the universe. I love her. I would beat gen urobuchi in a denny’s parking lot at 3am for her honor. 

These three girls meet a magician, Guru Clef. This lil dude. 

The rare “small boy who is actually a bajillion years old” trope before it was such an annoying trope to use on women characters, but he’s 700+ years old and the most powerful sorcerer in Cephiro. He gives the girls magic and armor, and tells them they were summoned by Princess Emeraude to save Cephiro. 

How do they do that?

By talking to the chief Pharle (artisan, blacksmith, etc) of Cephiro named Presea to make them weapons. And oh yeah they have to use those weapons to revive the rune gods.

Y’know.

Big Giant Mechs. 

Waking these bad boys up takes a lot for the girls and it’s really really good seeing how they go about it and what they're willing to do to accomplish it.

I’m not gonna spoil the story for you but I WILL go through some of the other characters.

You’ve got:

Princess Emeraude. The Pillar of Cephiro, imprisoned and kept from praying for Cephiro’s well being. She’s sweet, she’s heartbroken, she wants her world to be safe again. 

Next to her you have the High Priest Zagato, her second, the antagonist who got the ball rolling on this whole thing. He’s gloomy, he’s serious, he’s methodical and looming. 

I mentioned Presea, did I mention her already? She’s great. She’s feisty and loud and would be THE most amazing dom queen if she could ever find a sub willing to tolerate her. 

She makes the weapons for the girls and also gives them a guide to find the rune gods.

Oh yeah their guide. 

So like. Probably obvious by now but in case it’s not, this is an early 1990s CLAMP series. You know CLAMP. They did xxxholic and Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles and Card Captor Sakura. Yeah, this series came before ALLLLLL of those. 

You know that lil fuckin rabbit mascot they have?

That’s Mokona. He’s their guide. This is the series he originated from. 

Mokona is an adorable caring little shit who knows exactly what he’s doing at all times.  He helps them out but my god. The way he makes their blood pressure skyrocket on the journey there. 

Then we’ve got Ferio. A traveling swordsman who enters tournaments. Unfortunately Fuu’s straight alignment. But he’s fine, he’s cute. He’s got like… a whole Thing about him that I won’t explain but know that he’s okay. He’s all right.

The latter three volumes expands their allies to some other people that I cannot spoil but please know: they’re gay. They are all gay. There’s no heterosexual explanation for any of them. You think "oh that's a straight couple". Wrong. They're all gay, even if they're straight. One of them is like. Holy shit I cannot express how obviously gay they are. This isn’t like. “Oh you’re reading too into it with your fandom eyes”, I mean this is like. Wow. You two had the worst ghosting breakup and should get back together because it was over something stupid. 

There are a fair number of villains and only one of them is like. Pure Actual Evil and I won’t tell you which one it is but the rest are all VERY satisfying in their character stories and arcs and I love them all dearly. Got some hot magic ladies, got some nervous quiet men, and some awkward cute boys. The whole variety is there! 

Aside from the great characters, the artwork is GORGEOUS. 

I know in this day and age of 2023 digital art and speedy turnarounds of weekly manga releases, all the art is crisp and kinda minimal except for big scenes, and people like that. 

But also consider: gorgeous detailed intricate illustrations. 

And I still won’t spoil you for the story, but it will still surprise you I swear to you. 

“Okay but isn’t there an anime? Can I just watch that instead?” Look at me. I am holding your hands gently, and I am looking you in the eye as I pull you close and tell you: no. 

You notice all the artwork I've shared is specifically manga art. The anime is. ……………………………………………… not great. It has its pros like padding out filler episodes so they can flesh out the girls’ friendship and some of the side characters. But in having to pad out a 6 volume manga to two 26 episode seasons, some Decisions Were Made that were not in the best interest of the series or its themes. And when I say that, I do mean the very core of some of who these characters are. Motivations and internal goals changed for no reason, added characters for padded run time, an entire character killed for no reason only for their (anime only) twin to dress up and pretend to be that character because the directors realized “oh shit that character is in the second half uhhhhh quick”. It’s not great and it’s just not a lot of fun. 

All I’m saying is please please give this manga a read. It’s very quick, you can finish it in like. 3 days tops. It’s beautiful, it’s heartbreaking, it’s tragic and hopeful. 

I’m gonna leave this with a link to read it online and some other characters I didn’t mention because I just think they’re neat.