#khakkhara

[lcb-pulse]

I wonder why your wepon of choice is a Stick

“Like I said, it’s what I feel most confident wielding.”

“It can become quite lethal if you know where to strike. Oh, and it does cause hurt.”

[niteshade925]

April 12, Xi'an, China, Qinglong Temple/青龙寺 (Part 3 - History):

A model of Qinglong Temple in Tang dynasty (618 - 907 AD):

There must have been something like thirty engravings of famous poems about the temple lining the walls of the corridors. Below are three examples of these engravings, from these poems one can get a feel for how Qinglong Temple used to look like. A note on the translations: they are rather unpolished as I just wanted to get the meaning across.

《題青龍寺詩》 [唐] 朱慶餘 寺好因崗勢，登臨值夕陽。 青山當佛閣，紅葉滿僧廊。 竹色連平地，蟲聲在上方。 最憐東面靜，為近楚城墻。

Translation (by me):

"In Commemoration of Qinglong Temple" By Zhu Qingyu (Tang dynasty) The beauty of this temple comes from the mountains, By the time I summited it was already dusk. Verdant peaks behind temple buildings, Scarlet leaves filling the corridors. Bamboo groves connecting flat areas, Chirping of insects above it all. Only the east side remains still, Since it's close to the city walls.

《清明日青龍寺上方賦得多字》 [唐] 皇甫冉 上方偏可適，季月況堪過。 遠近水聲至，東西山色多。 夕陽留徑草，新葉變庭柯。 已度清明節，春秋如客何。

Translation (by me):

"Qingming Festival Above Qinglong Temple" By Huangfu Ran (Tang dynasty) It's comfortable up in the mountains, Watching the season pass by. Sounds of flowing water from near and far, Views of mountains from east and west. Setting sun upon the grassy path, Growing leaves cover the courtyard trees. Qingming Festival has come and gone, Just like the seasons and the temple visitors.

《青龍寺早夏》 [唐] 白居易 塵埃經小雨，地高倚長坡。 日西寺門外，景氣含清和。 閑有老僧立，靜無凡客過。 殘莺意思盡，新葉陰涼多。 春去來幾日，夏雲忽嵯峨。 朝朝感時節，年鬓闇蹉跎。 胡爲戀朝市，不去歸煙蘿。 青山寸步地，自問心如何。

Translation (by me):

"Early Summer at Qinglong Temple" By Bai Juyi (Tang dynasty) Light shower settled the dust, Temple grounds blending with the hills. Setting sun outside temple gates, The scene filled with an air of serenity. An old monk stands in idleness, There are no worldly passersby in the stillness. Remaining birds having sung their melodies, New leaves providing ample amounts of shade. End of spring was just days ago, Summer clouds are already towering above. Every day we feel the passing of seasons, Our hair graying in the meantime. Why obsess over bustling cities, When we can return to the lush countryside? These verdant mountains are but a corner of the world, Here I stand and reflect upon the state of my heart.

Huiguo and Kukai

In the first part I mentioned that Qinglong Temple was where Kukai/空海 studied Vajrayana Buddhism (the Chinese Esoteric tradition was also called "Tangmi"/唐密, since it was very popular in Tang dynasty) under Huiguo/惠果. Huiguo was a student of the famous Vajrayana Buddhist master and translator Amoghavajra (Chinese name Bukong/不空). Huiguo eventually became a master himself in the Chinese Esoteric tradition, and was an Acharya (Sanskrit term meaning teacher; translated phonetically as asheli/阿阇黎 in Chinese) who had many students from different places, including from surrounding countries. Kukai was one of his last notable students before he passed away. Kukai returned to Japan in 806 AD and founded the Shingon school of Buddhism/真言��� (also sometimes called Eastern Esotericism/東密).

Kukai was also a calligrapher and a poet, below are two examples of his works (first is an ink rubbing of his calligraphy work titled "Buddha", second is his calligraphy work named Huushincho/風信帖; both were written in Chinese):

Closeup of Huushincho (from Wikipedia). The original is at Touji Temple in Kyoto, Japan.

Shōryō shu/Xinglingji/性靈集, a collection of kanshi by Kukai. Kanshi/漢詩 is a Japanese word for Chinese poetry. These books here are a gift from Japan.

Bunkyō hifu ron/Wenjingmifulun/文鏡秘府論 by Kukai which discusses Chinese poetry. These books are a gift from Japan.

There are also other gifts from Japan. Left is the top of a khakkhara staff (In Chinese and Japanese: xizhang/锡杖/錫杖, shakujō/錫杖). Right is a Vajra (in Chinese and Japanese: jingangchu/金刚杵/金剛杵, kongosho/金剛杵), this is a Vajrayana ritual object. This particular Vajra is commemorative and bears the names of Huiguo and Kukai:

And that's all for Qinglong Temple. Next up is another famous temple in Xi'an, Daci'en Temple/大慈恩寺.

[itsabouttimex2]

All The Things I’ve Left Behind

(Yandere Celestialchaos Drabble, where Sun Wukong snaps halfway through one of Xiangliu’s “punishments” and doesn’t exactly get better.)

“It’s not possible to get “bored” on Flower Fruit Mountain, bud! Or, uh- are you one of those big nerds who still say “Mount Huaguo?”

”Monkey King!” Calls MK, beaming ear to ear, ignoring his mentor’s jab at the bitter words he had muttered. “You’re back already! Man, I thought it’d be forever!

Already. Forever.

His cherished student, a gem he works to polish and sharpen, like a nephew or maybe a grandson, expected him to be later. Thought he might never come back.

“Not the first person you’ve failed”, muses Xiangliu. “And he wasn’t the last, either.”

The image before the two demons fractures in a spray of irradiant light, midair sparks gleaming for the briefest of seconds before they sizzle into a brand new picture, just as painfully familiar as the first.

“Monkey!” Angrily cries Sanzang, slender hands gripped tightly around his golden khakkhara, which he lifts as the image of Sun Wukong preemptively recoils- and it comes down with a round of metallic clattering, sounding a divine chime that tightens his fillet. “Is there no end to the blood you’ll spill?! No end to your mischief and trouble?! Why can’t you just be good?!”

“It hadn’t been hard for any of your fellow disciples- why couldn’t you just be good, Wukong?”

The serpentine demon turns to face his captive with a grin, but sours at the sight of his lack of response.

Sun Wukong stares blankly at the dissipating illusion, his mind far from the chaotic swirl of memories and emotions that once were an onslaught after a “session” like this.

Once, he would’ve drank in the replay of MK’s excited voice, an infectious enthusiasm that reminded him of his younger self—bold, relentless, unyielding. A part of him wanted to bask in the warmth of his student’s admiration, to return the role of the infallible mentor.

Once, the echoes of Sanzang’s voice would have lingered in his ears for hours, sharp as the remembered sting of the fillet tightening around his head. The reprimands, the disappointment, the countless moments of failure—all of it would have resurfaced like old wounds torn open anew.

But now?

Now Sun Wukong just stared ahead, gold eyes slowly graying.

Tsk.

What was the point of a “punishment” if the recipient wasn’t even paying attention?

”Really, now… I’m disappointed.”

The spell fades entirely, smeared by an all too casual swipe of Xiangliu’s scaled hand.

“This isn’t like you,” Xiangliu sighs, his voice low and silky, a hint of threat woven into the false tenderness of the snake’s voice as he took taking Wukong’s clasped hands and pulling them away from each other with too much ease. “What’s wrong, darling?”

The simian feels Xiangliu’s gaze on him, felt the demon’s cold, scaled fingers pry his hands apart. There was no resistance left in him, no fire, no defiance. The Monkey King who had once defied Heaven itself now felt like a shadow, a hollow shell wearing a mask of bravado.

‘I’m not myself anymore’, he wants to answer. ‘Because of you.’

“…just thinking,” he barely returns.

“Of us, I hope.” ‘For your own sake’ goes unspoken, because Xiangliu never says it aloud.

”…do you want to know why I fell for you?”

Wukong barely reacts, his gaze fixed on some far-off point that only he can see. The words wash over him like water over stone, leaving no mark, no impression. He feels nothing—no anger, no pain, not even the sting of humiliation. It’s all gone, drained away, leaving behind a void where once there had been light and life.

”I loved your chaos.”

The serpentine demon tightens his grip, pulling Wukong closer, their faces now inches apart. Xiangliu’s breath is cold, like the wind that howls through the caves of the underworld, and it brushes against Wukong’s fur, sending a shiver down his spine.

“I loved how you defied Heaven and Earth, how you tore through the cosmos with that reckless abandon of yours. I loved the way you danced on the edge of destruction, unafraid, unyielding. But now?” Xiangliu’s voice drops to a whisper, dripping with disdain. “Now you’re just… becoming a husk. Where’s that fire that made you the Great Sage Equal to Heaven? Where’s the defiant king who laughed in the face of gods?”

Wukong’s silence is an answer in itself—a heavy, empty acknowledgment of what he has become. The once-mighty Monkey King, who had once challenged the Jade Emperor and the forces of Heaven, now reduced to this—nearly broken, dangerously close to being void of the very essence that had made him legendary.

Xiangliu sneers, his serpentine eyes narrowing to slits. “This… isn’t what I wanted,” he hisses, his tone laced with both anger and disappointment. “I can’t worship a shell. I need you to fight, Wukong. I need you to resist. Otherwise… what’s the point?”

Wukong blinks slowly, his gaze unfocused, barely registering the demon’s words. The void inside him yawns wider, threatening to consume what little remains of his spirit.

With a sigh, Xiangliu releases Wukong, lightly pushing him backwards. The Monkey King stumbles, but he doesn’t fall—just sways on his feet, like a puppet whose strings have been cut.

The cavernous space they occupy seems to grow colder, the shadows lengthening, as Xiangliu moves away, his presence still oppressive, still a looming threat. Wukong doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. He just stands there, eyes dull, lost in the depths of his own despair.

As the echoes of Xiangliu’s footsteps fade into the distance, the silence returns—deeper, more suffocating than before. And in that silence, Wukong is left alone with his thoughts, with the memories that haunt him, with the crushing weight of his own failures.

Once, he had been the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, the Monkey King, the warrior who had conquered Heaven. But now? Now, he is nothing. A ghost. A shadow.

The cold presence clinging to the king fades, leaving him alone in the suffocating silence, thick and stifling, a void that seems to swallow the remnants of Sun Wukong's once boundless energy. His mind drifts, slipping between memories of his past—flashes of battles fought, allies won and lost, a time when his laughter echoed across Flower Fruit Mountain, unburdened by the weight of his own existence. That all felt like a distant dream now, and with each passing second, it faded further into the recesses of his memory.

Wukong remains where he is, motionless, his thoughts empty. Not for the first time in his long, tumultuous life, he doesn’t know what comes next. There is no plan, no path, no purpose. Just an endless, aching emptiness that stretches out before him, with no end in sight.

And, by Xiangliu’s design, Wukong is starting to think that’s what he deserves.

Not that the primordial demon’s intentions stop at merely “reshaping” the king and forcing him to forget a punishment-ridden past.

No, Xiangliu wants to break him into a brand new being of unrestrained chaos.

”I’m back, darling,” he coos, each of the eight snakes on his head shifting and flicking their tongues. In his hands is a hot mug, seething with steam.

As always, after one these “punishments”, the demon is on standby with a treat or comfort to soothe at least some small amount of Wukong’s pain. To endear himself. To “apologize” and bridge the forming gap.

He approaches slowly, the scent of fruit-peel tea drifting in the air.

“You know,” Xiangliu says, his voice even and casual, “it doesn’t have to be like this, Wukong. You don’t have to keep suffering, reliving the past over and over again. You could just let go. Accept what you’ve become. Accept me.”

He holds out the mug, offering it as though it were a lifeline. Wukong’s eyes shift slowly to the steaming drink, the warmth of it a stark contrast to the cold that has settled in his bones. But he doesn’t reach for it. He just stares at it, as if the simple act of choosing to take the drink or not is a decision too monumental to make.

None of his other decisions seemed to have ended well, after all.

Xiangliu’s patience wears thin again, but this time, he hides it behind a mask of concern. “Come now, my saint,” he murmurs, leaning in closer, his breath brushing against Wukong’s ear, sending an involuntary. “Let me tend to your pains.”

Wukong says nothing, his gaze still locked on the mug, his mind distant. He feels Xiangliu’s presence enveloping him, the demon’s aura thick and suffocating, as though the very air around him has become tainted by his malice. But Wukong doesn’t resist. He doesn’t push back. He just… exists, barely clinging to the remnants of what he once was.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Wukong lifts his hand, his movements slow and lethargic, as if every motion is a battle against the weight of his own apathy. His fingers curl around the mug, the warmth seeping into his hand, but it offers no comfort. He lifts it to his lips, takes a small sip, and feels the liquid slide down his throat, hot and sweet.

Xiangliu watches him closely, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “That’s it,” he whispers, his voice soft and coaxing. “Just let it all go. Let me take care of you. You don’t need to be the Monkey King anymore. You don’t need to fight. Just… rest.”

The words wrap around Wukong like chains, binding him tighter to the abyss that yawns within him. He feels the warmth of the tea spread through his body, but it doesn’t reach his heart. It doesn’t fill the void. It doesn’t bring back the fire that once burned so brightly within him.

But maybe that’s okay. Maybe it’s better this way. Better to let go of the pain, the anger, the endless struggle. Better to just… fade away.

Maybe that’s what he should’ve done from the start.

[jedineedlove]

Weapons of the Monkie Crew

Khakkhara

The basic design of a khakkhara is of a central staff, normally in wood, topped by a finial in metal, with a looped design, from which smaller metal rings hang on each side (similar to the stringing of traditional Chinese cash). Various numbers of loops and rings are employed, with each number being assigned symbolic significance on the basis of a variety of Buddhist numerical formulas. Historical examples from the Famen Temple include staffs with one, two, or four loops and four, six, or twelve rings on each loop.

Several versions of the staff's origin are given in the Sarvastivadavinaya, but in all of them the staff is recommended to monks by the Buddha in order to ward off animals- either for protection from dangerous predatory animals like tigers and lions, or for scaring off small creatures like spiders and snakes that might be trod upon by wandering monks. The ringing of the staff can also alert donors within earshot of the monk's presence, as monks traditionally remain silent while collecting alms.

The number of loops and rings featured on the staff was also assigned symbolic significance, according to a variety of Buddhist numerical formulas- four loops symbolizing the Four Noble Truths, six rings representing the Six Perfections, or twelve rings representing the twelvefold chain of cause and effect

Tripitakas / Tangs staff has four rings and with the added LMK universe flare magic.

Yue Ya Chan (Crescent Moon Spade)

Also known as the monk spade, the yue ya chan (月牙铲) is a typical weapon associated with the Shaolin warriors. It features a crescent-moon-shaped blade mounted on a wooden shaft and a flat wedge-shaped blade on one end.

In ancient China, the Shaolin monks carried spades when traveling to bury corpses they might find on their journey as part of their religious obligation. Eventually, it turned into a self-defense weapon with the addition of the crescent blade, which allowed hooking and sweeping techniques.

Chinese Bronze Swords

Of course, Meis is made of Jade but the Bronze sword I think bests fits her TYPE of sword. Chinese Bronze swords first appeared during the notable Xia and Shang Dynasties in China. They were an advancement from the prior Chinese Dagger, boasting a considerably bigger blade. These weapons stood out because of their wide and robust blades. Initially, people used these swords in ceremonies and rituals. As time passed, these swords played a pivotal role on the battlefield, which significantly altered the course of China's history. Along wth this I put a video of some people showing of Chinese Swords including the one I mentioned.

Nine-Toothed rake/ Baoqin Gold Palladium

This weapon is hard to find much of in the real-world use besides as a gardening tool but in the JTTW the Nine-toothed rake is a polearm with nine teeth. Pigsy’s weapon more closely resembles agricultural tools that were traditionally used by farmers since the Yuan Dynasty. It is said to have been handcrafted by Laozi from divine ice steel and etched with arcane symbols. I may not have been able to find much in words but I did find two videos of some guys showing off how it can be used in a fight.

Staff

Both MK and Macaque currently use a staff. The Chinese staff is considered the grandfather of all weapons. The long staff is the most common, usually about 7ft long, and constructed from hardwoods like oak or white wax. It originated from the long spears used by classical warriors. The Shaolin monks removed the spearheads and trained with only the shafts suited for their peaceful monastic environment.

NOW heres the BIG Question with just about everyone in the Monkie Kid Crew welding a weapon what about...... WUKONG!!

Look his hand-to-hand is awesome and has crazy powers but seriously after his staff has been passed down and this new chaos coming it might be time for Wukong to wield another weapon.

While looking up the other's weapons I found others on theme with other old Chinese weapons.

San Jie Gun (Three-Sectional Staff)

The san jie gun (三節棍) consisted of three short staves connected by chains. It functioned as a self-defense weapon, suited for either short-range or long-range combat. Unlike a long staff, it can be easily concealed and carried. It also allows various methods of attack and defense. Versatile and hard to learn, it is among the weapons of choice for many advanced martial artists.

To stay in the staff family like the other monkeys but still change things up.

or

Chui (Hammer)

A type of mace, the chui (​​锤) was a round hammer, usually used in pairs. It had a heavy head on the end of the handle for delivering powerful strikes. This ancient Chinese weapon was most popular in the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

The chui was known as the copper hammer because it was often made from copper, though other materials were later used. Since they are typically heavy and require great strength to wield, these weapons are not popular among kung fu practitioners.

I picked this for its blunt and powerful hit. Similar to the Monkey King's own fists.

or

Tie Jian (Iron Rod)

The term jian (鐧), written in a different character from the sword (劍), is also used to describe a heavy bar mace with a smooth rod. They were typically made from iron and called tie jian (鐵鐧) or “iron rod,” but there were also tong jian (bronze rod). The name iron rod is a reference to its plain metal rod.

In the West, the tie jian is regarded as a type of Chinese sword breaker—a heavy weapon capable of breaking swords and other weapons. During the Ming dynasty, the military used large two-handed versions of tie jian. By the Qing dynasty, single-handed versions were more common.

This weapon has the blunt power similar to a staff and having the reputation of a sword destroyer it seemed to fit the powerful hit from the Monkey King.

or

Hu Die Dao (Butterfly Saber)

Widely referred to as butterfly swords, the hu die dao (蝴蝶刀) is a type of double saber. These weapons developed due to merging typical Chinese fighting knife blades with Western-inspired hilts. They featured distinctive D-shaped guards, though their blades came in various forms.

The narrow types were efficient for heavy cuts and were likely to be used by the Chinese military units and the local militia. On the other hand, the broader types were efficient for disabling opponents without killing them and remain popular today among martial artists.

I picked these ones because they would be the only dule weapon. Giving some variety.

Each one of these I found could fit Wukong in one way or another. But if you have any other ideas for the Monkey King leave them in the comments

:) Thank you for reading.

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Eternal LMK Au (Part 16) Interactive Story

I am reminded of the story of Eurydice and Orpheus

The rules are simple.: I will give the written passage, and then at the bottom there will be a vote on how the characters act next!

Story; Eternal Au

Ship; ShadowPeach

Gulping nervously, Wukong gave a sheepish laugh as he turned on his heels, “N-Now where did I put that thing?” he wrung his hands together, peering through the piles for the Khakkhara.

As he rummaged through the scattered treasures, the tickle of nostalgia caught him off guard, wrapping around his heart like a vine. The memories came rushing back—the days spent by his Master’s side, learning the sacred arts, the ways of the world, the ways of mortals and demons—everything felt simultaneously beautiful and painfully distant.

“Focus, Wukong,” he muttered to himself under his breath, shaking his thoughts free of lingering sentimentality. His hands brushed over shiny baubles and odd trinkets, but there it was—the khakkhara. It glinted in the light as he lifted it, blowing a bit of dust off the top. “There you are.”

He cradled the sacred staff between his palms, feeling its weight settle into his bones, “Okay,” he said quietly, glancing around for any sign of Mihou. He was around, he was sure- h-he hoped he was, but he spoke to the empty air, “This will work. You’ll see, everything will be okay.” There was a tension, one that he tried to smile through.

Yeahhh, his mate was definitely pissed. The search gave Wukong a bit of time to figure out why. At first he thought perhaps it was just the mention of his Master. That was a sore spot between then certainly, but that didn’t quite feel right to what Macaque was angry with.

As he lifted the staff, he began to realize.

His Master used this to vanquish demons, purge evil, summon the celestial powers in the air, and teleport them great distances.

…Teleport.

In all the long years they had been travelling, his Master could teleport. It was a thought Wukong himself hadn’t lingered on, as his Master only ever used it in dier situations. Yet, that was the thing, wasn’t it? He could remove himself out of dangerous situations, prevent catastrophe from occuring- m-maybe could have brought himself straight to the Buddha to deliver the scriptures….haha….

B-But that wasn’t how his Master was! He would never find the easy way out. He wanted to do things the way they were intended and learn the lesson from the journey so- so surely Macaque could understand that, yeah??

“Rightttt?” Wukong murmured more to himself than any unseen presence. He brushed a hand across the surface of the khakkhara, feeling every groove and etch that had been worn into it by years of his Master's grip. “Mihou… if you could just understand…”

But the room remained stubbornly silent, the chilly air wrapping around him like cold fingers clutching at his resolve. He dared to glance back over his shoulder, half-expecting to see Mihou's ethereal form standing there, arms crossed and eyes blazing. Instead, he found nothing but shadows cast by flickering candles, each flame dancing merrily as if to mock him.

Yeah, best he try not to justify it. He knew his Master well, but that did not mean he should expect Mihou to understand in return. So instead, he spun the khakkhara like his own staff, imagining the Monk’s squeaks and pleas for him not to wave it around like this. Holding it before him, he focused. Best they just get to the moon. With an exhale, he closed his eyes and focused.

Finding the pull of energy at his fingertips, he tapped the khakkhara down, recalling the hundreds of times his Master had done the same. A circle of energy swirled at his feet, forming symbols and glowing. Thinking of their destination, his eyes opened.

Suddenly he was surging, moving at speed faster then his eyes could follow, surging them through realms and planes- a bubble of light covering them in a protective glow before dropping them off on the barren tundras of the Moon’s surface.

“Ugh-” Wukong stumbled forward, the momentary disorientation causing him to teeter on the icy ground before he regained his balance. “Been a while since I did that.” The khakkhara trembled in his grasp, radiating a gentle warmth against the biting chill that clung to the lunar landscape. "Well, here we are," he said, forcing an upbeat tone into the stillness.

The vast, silver expanse of the Moon stretched endlessly before him, its surface dotted with craters. He could feel an echo of power humming through the ground beneath his feet—this place was steeped in ancient magic, a place where celestial beings danced and shadows were born. In the distance, he saw buildings and life- Chang’e’s domain.

“Undershot it a bit,” he clicked his teeth, realizing they weren’t quite at the right spot. He started walking, knowing it wouldn’t take long to get there. “A little Moon stroll hm, Mihou? Just you and me?”

He would have offered his arm with a flirty arm if he knew MIhou could grab it- even if he knew which direction to lean. Ah but...

....Where was Mihou around him right now? Behind? To his left? His right? Ahead?

He stopped walking.

"Sure is quite," The softness of his voice was swallowed by the desolate expanse, and for a moment, Wukong felt as if he truly were alone. The sharp cold bit at him and he paused, looking over his shoulder. He touched his waist, unable to feel the bond that connected them.

“Mihou?” he called, voice trembling against the stillness. No response echoed back, just the cold wind whispering across the lunar plains. The knots in his stomach tightened as panic clawed at the edges of his mind. Could it be that Mihou had been left behind?

He recalled a fable he heard from Mihou once. Of a woman being dragged to the underworld and a living man going down to fetch his love. They were given the opportunity for a second chance, but only if the man led the woman from the depths without looking back at her. If he looked back even once- he would lose her forever.

It was a concept of trust and blind faith, he believed Mihou said. Finding the gesture romantic and a trial. Wukong thought at the time it was foolish to think “not looking back” was a hard task to do.

"Well it's a tragedy." Mihou had said. "It's harder then you might think." he had been grooming Wukong’s fur at the time. “It’s beautiful, but tragic. A person’s mind can be so… fickle. A balance between hope and despair.” He stared at him, “Would you look back?”

“Pfft nooo~” Wukong snorted. Mihou quoted some poetry, “And as the shadows creep, one can hardly help but glance, for love is a restless watchman, ever peering into the dark for a second chance.’” Wukong had scoffed, nuzzling against Mihou’s lap, “I never understand you when you speak poetry,” he whined. “Things like that don’t actually happen.”

Mihou gave a little smile, kissing his forehead. “I hope you’re right about that.” he murmured against his skin. “Though, I would follow you out of the underworld time and time again.”

“So I’m leading?” Wukong snickered, grinning a toothy grin. He made grabbed hands to Mihou’s face, curling his fingers through his fur, “Like I’d even let you go to start.” he snorted, the idea preposterous.

Mihou smirked, considering that, “Maybe you are right, my reckless Peaches. I would be the one leading you from your own folly.” “Hey!” Wukong’s cheeks puffed.

It had been foolish…

But now, it gnawed at him. The idea of not seeing them- not knowing Mihou was right beside him, even if he couldn’t see or hear him

But now, it gnawed at him. The idea of not seeing them- not knowing Mihou was right beside him, even if he couldn’t see or hear him. His mind was his own worst enemy. Blind faith was- impossibly hard, he had come to realize. Logically, he knew Mihou had to be around him somewhere.

Logically.

He exhaled, frozen in place. If Mihou was here, he was probably wondering what the hold up was. “S-Sorry-” he stammered, shifting his weight. “You didn’t mention how long I should take a break from my vision. We didn’t agree on a time limit.” his tongue felt heavy in his mouth. He was rambling now, but in the end he pleaded, “C-Can I- I look at you-?”

Before he could finish, there was a rumble at their feet. Wukong’s head jolted upward, seeing what seemed like dust rising in the distance. No…something moving towards them. Like wheels against the moon, kicking up dirt. With a squint and a lean, Wukong scowled.

“What the-?” pointed bunny ears, robotic eyes- a robot shaped bunny. Seemed it had sensed an energy signature and was running out their way to investigate.

He should prepare for some sort of battle, clearly. He was unwanted here, as far as he knew. Probably try to take him prisoner, which he was not in the mood for.

Oh but…

the bunny….

IT WAS SO CUTEEEEEEE.

"O M Gee-" he gasped, touching his cheeks with his hands, "Mihou, look at that! That's the cutest thing I've ever seen!" he pointed to it with a squeal.

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Decided to give this challenge a try

(Ocs in left to right: Fyofiv, Lyle, Tan-ge Rine, Vieras, Laichen, Knuckleblaster Dummy (IA oc), Khakkhara (Phighting oc), Alokas, Firework (Phighting oc), Ro-torcycle (Phighting oc), Caltrops (Phighting oc), Varoitus)

[countinglegoclowns]

I’ve been experiencing a lot of su brainrot lately so. Take these lol I’ve put a stupid amount of thought into them

Rambling under the cut

Pigsy is a Rubellite!

They’re often confused with rubies, and they have similar jobs, though rubellites are a little tougher and more stout

They’re often confused with rubies, and they have similar jobs, though rubellites are a little tougher and more stout

His weapon is his rake

Tang is an Amber!

Ambers are only a tiny step above pearls, though much shorter, and are often used to categorize information. They became largely obsolete in later eras as it was hard to make them.

Tang can summon wings and his weapon is a khakkhara

Their fusion, Baozi, is a Carnelian!!

Ultimate dad, totally balances out pigsy and tang

Always cooking/eating something

His weapon is a large, spiked club

[arthistoryanimalia]

#WorldCamelDay:

Composite Camel with Attendant Iran, Khurasan, c. 1575-1600 Opaque watercolor & ink on paper Metropolitan Museum of Art New York

"While composite animals such as this one are known from earlier periods of Persian art, they gained in popularity toward the end of the 16th century. Here, comprising the overall shape of a camel, are found images of demons (divs), dervishes, embracing couples, rabbits, dragons, and even a Buddhist monk, sporting an earring and carrying a khakkhara (sounding) staff. The meaning of such images is open to interpretation, but many scholars believe them to have mystical significance—likely referring to the unity of all creatures within God."

[journeytothewestresearch]

Yu the Great and Sun Wukong's Staff

This is my answer to the following reddit question:

Did the Ruyi Jingu Bang, as a tool used by Da Yu, exist before the novel?

Monkey's golden-hoop iron staff can be traced to the khakkhara and iron rod respectively used by his precursor in the 13th-century JTTW. The story doesn't mention anything about Yu the Great. The demi-god's connection to the staff is, as far as I know, unique to the standard 1592 edition of JTTW.

This association probably came about in a couple of ways. For example, there is a Chinese graphic similarity (and possible totemic connection) between Yu and a specific kind of monkey:

The generic Chinese primate names have identical pronunciations or spellings to those of the earliest Chinese emperors. For instance, the character 猱 (Nao) is considered as the ancestral name of the royal family of Shang dynasty (商朝 ca. 1600–1050 BCE) (Cao, 1997; Wang, 2001). This word is used to denote a primate species that is good at climbing. Similarly, the character 禺 (Yu) represents a long-tailed monkey. This word is the same as the character 禹 (Yu), a legendary emperor well known for his brilliance in regulating floodwater (Huang, 2011). This association between primates and the earliest emperors indicates a possible totemic status for primates (Niu, Ang, Xiao, et al., 2002, p. 91).

(The aforementioned Yu (禺) monkey was apparently well-known, for it is referenced several times in the Classic of Mountains and Seas (Shanhai jing, 山海經, c. 4th-century to 1st-century BCE), a popular Chinese bestiary, in order to indicate the shape and size of certain primate-like animals (Strassberg, 2002, pp. 83, 84, 91, 99, 104, 122, 123).)

Also, Yu is known for imprisoning Wuzhiqi (無支奇 / 巫支祇), a monkey flood demon, beneath a mountain in Tang and Song-era folklore. This likely influenced Sun Wukong's punishment under Five Elements Mountain.

Therefore, all of this probably led to the author-compiler of the 1592 JTTW associating Monkey's staff with Yu the Great and his efforts to end the world flood.

Sources:

Niu, K., Ang, A., Xiao, Z. et al. (2002). Is Yuan in China’s Three Gorges a Gibbon or a Langur? International Journal of Primatology, 43, 822–866. https://doi.org/10.1007/s10764-022-00302-1

Strassberg, R. (2002). A Chinese Bestiary: Strange Creatures from the Guideways Through Mountains and Seas. University of California Press.

[doesfairieshavetails]

It’s Sekido’s turn now. And we all love the perpetually angry big brother trope don’t we?

cough Sanemi cough

[Sekido (積せき怒ど, Sekido, lit. Anger) is a fairly tall young adult male with a muscular build, long wavy hair that goes past his shoulders, and narrow eyes that have the kanji of "Upper Rank" (上じょう弦げん, Jōgen?) and "Four" (肆し, Shi?) engraved into them. He has two prominent curved horns on his forehead and markings under his eyes that give his face a cracked appearance. Sekido has pointed ears and sharp nails on each finger. He is usually seen wearing an irritated or enraged expression on his face. Sekido wears the same kimono as Hantengu, with the right half being covered in a pattern of flowers and lines with the left half being dark and lacking any detailed features. He also wears dark hakama pants and a pair of zōri. Sekido is always seen carrying around a Khakkhara (錫しゃく杖じょう, Shakujō?)]

bonus

[lu-is-not-ok]

HEATHCLIFF EGO JUMPSCARE.

Also his lines are VERY interesting. Never thought I’d see YSTR again, especially not on Heath

It's so exciting to see more Sinners get E.G.Os that we'd already seen, since it helps us understand them a little bit more.

I'm not going to go into a full analysis here (since we still don't know Heathcliff's Ya Śūnyatā Tad Rūpam's Sin Affinity or Cost), but I would like to point out a few things.

I think I was completely right about connecting Outis's weapon being a blade to the Sword of Damocles, considering that unlike her Heathcliff still uses My Form Empties's khakkhara. Which makes sense when it comes to Heathcliff, he's the one seeking revenge, unlike Outis who's awaiting it.

Also, while I can't see any false idol-esque themes in Heathcliff's version of the E.G.O, the retribution and impermanence of existence themes are potent here.

His awakening quote very firmly establishes that first theme. Considering how his attacks cause karmic shockwaves, "The weight of your Karma returns with each rumbling of the earth." could effectively mean something along the lines of "every time I strike you, it's in retribution of something you've done to me", which is very fitting for Heathcliff. Both with his whole revenge theme, but also with his general behavior, as much of his violence and aggression is in response to others slighting him (in his eyes).

The corrosion is where that second theme comes up. His quote there effectively describes how a certain you (potentially Cathy?) disappeared the instant they finished their single cycle of life and death. Despite the word samsara being used (which, according to my brief look at wikipedia, describes the Buddhist idea of cycles of rebirth), it's clear that no actual rebirth took place. Once you die, you're at once gone. The follow-up of "For that is existence. For that is I." feels like him comparing both to that temporary nature of human life. Existence is impermanent. Heathcliff is impermanent.

Something is going on here, and I am very excited to see the Sins related to this E.G.O once it releases.

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Bonded in Love

Bonded in Love

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Kennyo x Juliet

Part of : Ikemen Advent hosted by me and @candied-boys

Prompt : December 15 - Shopping 

Tag: Established relationship Fluff

Word Count : 441

Author’s Note: A little gift bought by a secret desire, reveal deeper feelings and deepen the bond that link their heart together. 🥰

Tag list

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You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊

Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

It was a tepid day despite the frizziness of the wind brushing through the crowded streets of Azuchi marker, two lovebirds strolled hand in hand perusing the stalls, stopping at each sight that caught her eyes, chatting about everything and nothing as he effortlessly carried the heavy bags of items they bought from each merchant.

“It is always a most delightful pleasure to go out with you.”

Kennyo’s voice echoed even among the noisy street making a blush crept up on her cheeks as she bashfully gazed at him with a shy smile squeezing his hand clasped tightly around her smaller one.

“I feel the same.” 

Ignoring the curious gazes of the persons around them Juliet snuggled to Kennyo’s arm, smiling with delight in the way he placed a soft kiss on her hair as they walked through the forest.

Once they settled down back into their forest cottage he helped her order the object they bought around the house, finding in each of them a surprise

A bright smile cracked on Juliet’s lips when she recognized the object Kennyo was staring so intensely at, gently he handed it over to her admiring the way her fingers worked to fast the golden bell to her obi, whose emerald fabric provided a stark contrast to the ornament.

“Do you like it ?”

“I mostly adore it … may I know what spurred this purchase ?”

“Well you  see, since you have your khakkhara that chimes when you walk I wanted to have something similar to match you.

Gently she bopped the little bell, giggling as it slid on her obi, leaving a light chime each time she pushed it to continue its movements, confusion swam in his silver eyes as he gazed at her.

“You wanted to match it with mine.”

“Yeah.” Feeling bashful all of sudden Juliet looked down only to meet his eyes glimmering with affection when he cupped her face in his calloused hands.

“It makes me so happy to hear that. Thank you.”

Kennyo brushed a gentle kiss on her forehead smiling as she purred in delight, wrapping his arms around her shorter form while Juliet laid her head on his muscular chest.

Softly he brought her to sit on his lap, holding her as she continued to play with her bell, their laugh echoed in the room adding to the coziness of the atmosphere as their grey cat reached out to pat its fluffy hand on her ornaments before getting bored and sneaking upon their brown cat that didn't pulled away from play fighting, a most endearing sight they looked at snuggled in each other embrace with fond smiles.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello! How are you today? <3 this is my first time requesting on your blog after stalking it for a bit, if it's not to much can I get ror with an Hantengu reader?

Pairing: Loki, Thor, Hades & Poseidon

As the holder of the fourth highest title in the Twelve Kizuki, Hantengu is an extremely powerful demon. Through his Blood Demon Art, he is able to create four clones that were manifestations of his emotions, each of them possessing an Upper Rank demon's level of strength. They were able to hold off and overwhelm the combined efforts of Tanjiro, Nezuko and Genya, all of whom were powerful and seasoned Demon Slayers. Genya stated that Hantengu was particularly difficult to defeat as the Demon Slayers would have to play a cat-and-mouse game instead of a traditional confrontation, looking for the main body while being chased down by four Upper Rank-level demons

And getting their head cut off they split off into clones

Sekido (積せき怒ど, Sekido?) is a tall and muscular young man with long wavy hair that goes past his shoulders and narrow, deep red eyes that have the daiji of "Upper Rank" (上じょう弦げん, Jōgen?) and "Four" (肆し, Shi?) engraved into them. He has two prominent curved horns on his forehead and markings under his eyes that give his face a cracked appearance. He also has the kanji for "anger" etched into his tongue. As a demon, Sekido has pointed ears and sharp nails on each finger. He is usually seen wearing an irritated or enraged expression on his face. Sekido wears the same kimono as Hantengu, with the right half being covered in a pattern of flowers and lines with the left half being dark and lacking any detailed features. He also wears dark hakama pants and a pair of zōri. Sekido is always seen carrying around a Khakkhara (錫しゃく杖じょう, Shakujō?).

Karaku (可か楽らく, Karaku?) is a tall and muscular young man with shoulder-length hair and narrow, deep green eyes with the daiji of "Upper Rank" (上じょう弦げん, Jōgen?) and "Four" (肆し, Shi?) engraved into them. He has two prominent curved horns on his forehead and cracked markings under his eyes, similar to Sekido. Karaku also has the kanji for "pleasure" etched into his tongue. Like all demons, Karaku has pointed ears and sharp nails on each finger, like Sekido. He is usually seen wearing a gleeful expression on his face. Karaku wears nothing but hakama pants, a pair of zōri, and two sash-like accessories on both shoulders. Karaku is always seen carrying around a fatsia leaf-shaped Uchiwa (團扇うちわ, Uchiwa?).

Aizetsu (哀あい絶ぜつ, Aizetsu?) is a tall and muscular young man with shoulder-length hair and narrow, deep blue eyes with the daiji of "Upper Rank" (上じょう弦げん, Jōgen?) and "Four" (肆し, Shi?) engraved into them. He has two prominent curved horns on his forehead and cracked markings under his eyes. Aizetsu also has the kanji for "sorrow" etched into his tongue. As a demon, Aizetsu has pointed ears and sharp nails on each finger. He is usually seen wearing a dejected expression on his face. Aizetsu wears a black kimono with white lines running through various areas of the clothing and rope-like accessories tied around his shoulders. He also wears hakama pants and a pair of zōri. Aizetsu is always seen carrying around a Jūmonji Yari (十じゅう文もん字じ鑓やり, Jūmonji Yari?).

Urogi (空うろ喜ぎ, Urogi?) is a tall and muscular young man with long wavy hair that goes past his shoulders and narrow gold eyes with the daiji of "Upper Rank" (上じょう弦げん, Jōgen?) and "Four" (肆し, Shi?) engraved into them. He has two prominent curved horns on his forehead and cracked markings under his eyes. Urogi also has the kanji for "joy" etched into his tongue. Like all demons, Urogi has pointed ears and sharp nails on each finger. He is usually seen wearing an overjoyed expression on his face, similar to Karaku. Unlike the rest of Hantengu's humanoid manifestations, Urogi possesses an avian physiology, possessing two large wings on his back and raptor-like feet armed with sharp talons that take the place of his hands and legs. Urogi only wears hakama pants tied together by a chain of large round pearls.

And like the battle is getting heated against (god's name) Hantengu reader Sekido absorbs the clones and turns into their final form

Zohakuten (憎ぞう珀はく天てん, Zōhakuten?) is a short and muscular child with short hair that spikes up at various angles around his head and narrow orange eyes with the daiji of "Upper Rank" (上じょう弦げん, Jōgen?) and "Four" (肆し, Shi?) engraved into them. He is usually seen wearing an angry scowl on his face, similar to Sekido. Zohakuten's clothing seems to be a combination of Sekido's, Karaku's, Aizetsu's, and Urogi's clothes. He wears black hakama pants covered with a piece of cloth bearing a close resemblance to Sekido's kimono and tied together with a long strap of white cloth. He also wears long sleeves that bear a resemblance to Aizetsu's kimono. Finally, he dons a plate of armor that is gold in color that only covers his chest. Zohakuten has a series of drums connected to each other that are inexplicably floating behind his back, with each drum having the kanji of "hatred" displayed on them. He also carries around a bone-like dagger in each hand.

-Your battle was an intense one, to those watching the match, it was more of an exhibition match between you and several members of Hades’ Demon Slayer Corps, as the next fighters weren’t ready yet.

-You had been initially frightened, terrified of the prospect, appearing as a coward to the two Hashira and the 2 Demon Slayer Corps members.

-Gods were jeering at you, thinking you were an easy target, weak, and the humans were shouting at the Demon Slayers to make quick work of you.

-That was the case, until you evened the odds and split yourself into 4 different bodies, personifications of your personalities, while your true body, now teeny-tiny, was carefully tucked away in the cloak of your ‘sorrow’ personification, as the other three were quick to charge in headfirst.

-Each of your bodies were just as strong as your true power, the Upper Rank Four, so the Demon Slayers were facing 4 Upper Rank Demons at the moment, and you quickly turned the tide in the match and all those who were making fun of you were quickly eating their words.

-The match was very entertaining, you found yourself amused as these Demon Slayers weren’t backing down, as they had this chance to kill an Upper Rank, and you had the chance to take out several members of the Demon Slayers, including 2 Hashira.

-After Joy and Pleasure were nearly destroyed, you grew irate and the five bodies all came together, before being surrounded by black flames.

-The humans were all shouting at the Demon Slayers as they all leapt up, trying to attack but were instantly blown back head over heels as the flames shot out, revealing only one body this time, fused once more, but this time, you didn’t look cowardly or weak.

-You oozed power, your intimidating glare seemed to send shivers up the spines of gods and humans alike.

-You seemed to vanish, disappearing and you appeared behind the two lower ranked Demon Slayers, sending them flying back into the wall, knocking them out but not killing them, yet.

-You wanted to play with the 2 Hashira who were calling out for their friends, worried, scared. They smelled so delicious.

-Almost an hour later, you were slowly fading away, looking at the two Hashira, while you hadn’t killed them, you made them unable to fight another Upper Rank ever again.

-They surprised you with their teamwork, playing off each other’s skills, and in a moment of stupid bravery, the two lower ranked members that you probably should have killed, blindsided you, providing a momentary distraction.

-You were silent as you faded, as you wish you could have done more by actually killing your opponents.

-You felt like a failure, failing your Lord Muzan. You refused to give the humans the satisfaction to see you cry, even though sorrow was drowning your whole being.

[adoremexxs]

Hantengu Clones Role Swap AU

None of this correlates with my modern Demon Slayer AU. The only thing that I’m even keeping in this is Zohakuten’s hair and the fact that Sekido has abusive tendencies because of their backstory. Their backstory may change a bit but it will probably be relatively the same. It’s a bit short because I’m still coming up with ideas.

General information: The Hantengu clones are brothers in this. Sekido and Karaku are twins with Sekido being the oldest, Urogi and Aizetsu as twins as well and Zohakuten being the youngest of them all.

The Hashira are Douma (Ice Pillar), Nakime (Music Pillar), Akaza (Destruction Pillar), Sekido (Thunder/Lighting Pillar), Karaku (Wind Pillar), Gyokko (Swordsmith), Gyutaro (Blood Pillar) and Daki (Ribbon Pillar), and Kokushibo (Moon Pillar). This is mainly covering the Hantengu Brothers.

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Sekido

- the Thunder/Lighting Pillar

- still the oldest out of all the brothers. 25. is very cold to them, especially Karaku.

- never wanted his brothers to join the demon slayer corps

- it was a tradition in their family to do it, long line of demon slayers

- one of the most powerful pillars, extremely rude and harsh to others

- especially mean to Daki

- had to make up for it by letting Daki paint his nails

- his weapon is his Khakkhara, the bottom of it can change to a knife if need be but the top of it is his main weapon; the top of it can split into a spear

- loves twirling his weapon around in the air, makes him feel badass

- clothes are the usual demon slayer men’s uniform, covering his chest fully with his split haori design, wears gold earrings, keeps his long bangs

- cleans it 24/7 because it is their grandpa’s most cherished piece of clothing

- refuses to give any demon mercy, they are disgusting vile creatures and immediately gets the job done

- was the first to pass his test

- he didn’t talk to his brothers most of the time, he rarely visits them

- hates Karaku sometimes because his reckless ways of killing demons could get him killed

- secretly deeply cares about all of his brothers

- Aizetsu worries him a lot because he is quite sensitive and Sekido was freaking out whenever Aizetsu had to go take his test to become a demon slayer

- Urogi is too careless like Karaku and it stresses him out

- never wanted any of them to become demon slayers, especially Zohakuten and Aizetsu

- took his anger out on Zohakuten because he couldn’t bear to hurt Aizetsu physically

- regrets it heavily because Zohakuten became a demon

- stresses 24/7 about Zohakuten, wondering if he will eat someone or not

- a D1 overthinker about all of his brothers, though he doesn’t show it

Karaku

- The Wind Pillar

- Second oldest. 25.

- he took awhile to pass his test but he did it shortly after Sekido, ascended the ranks quickly

- doesn’t use a sword, uses his leaf thing or whatever it’s called

- he can throw it, wave it, do whatever he wants

- is extremely flexible

- can do gymnastics which helps him move around on the battle field

- wears the demon slayer uniform pants but not the top…wears his lil pom pom slashes instead, long bangs

- get along with all the other pillars besides Sekido

- lets Daki paint his nails

- best buds with Gyutaro and Douma

- they play pranks on everyone

- loves showing off to Sekido, constantly seeking his approval when on missions together

- Sekido gets annoyed and tells him to finish the job quickly or else he will

- CONSTANT bickering between the two

- has multiple ear piercings

- Urogi is his Tsuguko, though he won’t be the successor of Karaku’s breathing style

- is worried about Aizetsu and Zohakuten a lot

- normally doesn’t stress too much but Aizetsu is really sensitive and he doesn’t think he is as strong as the rest of them

- him and Urogi are inseparable

- are always together

- cannot separate them at all

- they both can be see annoying Sekido

Urogi

- third youngest. 19.

Created his own breathing style

- named it “Falcon breathing”

- his crow isn’t even a crow, it’s a falcon

- incredibly helpful to him

- his weapons are brass knuckles but they also have a blade on them

- he can cut and slash his victim and punch them as well

- is Karaku’s apprentice but isn’t going to inherit his breathing style

- thinks his breathing style is lame

- just wants to train under his brother

- wears the demon slayer uniform pants by force, if it was his choice, he would be butt naked

- doesn’t wear a shirt or haori any anything, short bangs

- wears a beaded belt around his pants

- multiple ear piercings like Karaku

- always wants to match with Karaku

- also extremely flexible

- gets along with everyone

- is an absolute social butterfly

- everyone loves him, even though he always talks

- absolute chatterbox

- like Karaku, he plays around when fighting demons

- has the skill level of a hashira, just doesn’t wanna be one

- constantly writes to Aizetsu to make sure he is okay

- doesn’t stress too much about Aizetsu

- even if he took a few years to become a demon slayer

- has a sword at his hip just for display

Aizetsu

- second youngest. 19.

- constantly is told that he is the weakest

- Sekido berates him with words, saying that he doesn’t care for him at all

- Aizetsu is constantly wanting Sekido’s approval

- blames himself for what happened to Zohakuten and swore he will protect him from now on

- Zohakuten really is doing the protecting

- wears the full demon slayer uniform

- doesn’t wear a haori or anything, short bangs

- doesn’t wear any piercings

- his weapon is his Yari, a spear

- he took forever to pass his test but Urogi was so proud of him and everything

- was supposed to become Sekido’s Tsuguko but Sekido “disowned” him whenever he became a demon slayer

- Sekido didn’t want him to become one

- lowest rank of them all

- very timid and shy

- is extremely good with treating his wounds

- is underestimated on the battle field

- flexible like Karaku and Urogi

- stresses about Zohakuten and constantly asks if he is okay on the battlefield

- overwhelmed 24/7

Zohakuten

- youngest. 16.

- absolute menace

- does not care

- was supposed to go to his demon slayer test but that night, Aizetsu went out to get something to eat for them and Ubuyashiki himself came and turned Zohakuten

- Zohakuten was going to kill Aizetsu at first but like Nezuko, he overcame it

- Kokushibo had found them instead and showed mercy to them

- Zohakuten still has his BDA, it just takes time for him to evolve it

- fast learner

- EXTREME temper

- will get into arguments with Aizetsu about what to do

- Zohakuten is usually right

- his appearance is no different in the anime besides the hair

- his hair is the same in my modern au while the others have their same hair, short hair, short bangs

- wears several ear piercings though

- Sekido tried to kill him whenever Aizetsu and him were summoned to the Pillar Meeting

- Muzan sat back and sipped his tea when watching them argue back and forth

- Zohakuten still didn’t hurt Sekido, no matter how much Sekido had hurt him prior

- He knows that Sekido means well but struggles with showing it

- always protecting Aizetsu, if anyone tries to hurt Aizetsu, they are dead

- unless they are human

- can’t risk that

[jttwlmkaddiction]

Day 17 - Khakkhara

Day 1 - Day 16 - Day 18

Day 292

[peachysodafizz]

Phighting got me in a chokehold, so have an oc I made

Meet Khakkhara!

They’re a support, and their staff, despite it’s called the Khakkhara, it’s actually a heavily modified version of a staff gear, the Staff of Healing

Khakkhara goes by they/it

The right design is basically my hc look for Khakkhara Since the horns I made basically resembles a jacob sheep’s, I made Khakkhara look like one If ur wondering, ‘okay then where’s the floof?’ Khakkhara hid it under that robe