#me*jizo

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[criminal-sen]

If yr gonna have a 'best Bankai' poll, u literally can't do it in a single poll smh. 12 answers isn't even enough for all the Captains

No u know what?

[drenched-in-sunlight]

one thing that i find interesting is that even though we never get to interact with Marika directly, only knowing her via obscure cutscenes and other characters' dialogue... she actually displays a wide range of emotions as much as any other NPCs.

her statues depict her as having a warm, gentle smile:

the Mimic veil description points to her playful, mischievous side:

(it's a popular theory in the JP/Asian side of the fandom that it's sth from her childhood - hence the "Marika's Mischief", not "Queen Marika's", and she used it to escape the grisly fate befalling her family.

additionally, its equivalence in Dark Souls is also something described as "the mischief of a young girl who sought relief from the solitude of the woods at dusk", aka Princess Dusk who hails from "Oolacile, land of ancient golden sorceries", but i digress)

her portrait, the story trailer's "Queen Marika was driven to the brink" and Gideon's dialogue after the player defeated Malenia pointed out her sorrow:

(back when i first played the base game, this is the portrait that drove my eyes most in Roundtable Hold. i kept gazing at her - the Queen with permanently lowered eyes, and thought "there is a girl in there")

The bat lady's song, Messmer's entire Crusade, all those conflicts to establish the Erdtree, shows her anger, and the cruelty she's capable of:

Then there's Shaman's village, the clinic underneath Shadow Keep, the golden braid, the Minor Erdtree, the sealing of Death - that points to grief, trauma, survivor guilt, kindness, and the ruinous drive for revenge that results in the above path down hell:

(there's also a theory for the Crusade's headless statue being a reminder for the Hornsent of what they put Marika's mother through, but it's not concrete canon so here is the link if you want to check it out)

The fact that all of Erdtree's incantations are heal and protection spells (with only one exception of Wrath of Gold spell which was found after the Elden Ring was shattered), the Capitol's Perfumers originally being blessed healers, and that all Erdtree blessings come in the shape of tears give the picture of Marika's gentle wish at the beginning: to heal everything and everyone.

(and to me personally, there's a kind of vulnerability and honesty in showing your tears to the world and let it be your power to heal at the same time.)

the eye she blessed Messmer with (i do think the Eng translation at some part lost the sentiment of the JP text - that the eye is always referred to as a blessing)

the blessing flask that - unlike its Dark Souls equivalent (which ranges from 6-13 flasks), only have 4 available to us player, heal all ailments and status effect, and specified as sth made for Messmer.

the Marika's soreseal in the Haligtree + the waterfall near Godwyn's final resting place

the Regal Omen Bairn (that was fashioned after the Jizo statue - sth made by grieving parents wishing for protection for their deceased child in the afterlife)

the blessing, gifts, equipment that Messmer and Godwyn's personal knights all get

the fact that Marika's bedchamber and the Impaler's Catacomb (which is the only catacomb in the base game to have the spike trap mechanic used in catacombs in the DLC) remain the proof of Messmer's existence in the base game

how Godwyn's ending is the only ending where the mending rune is placed on the position of Marika's womb (the lower arc or the Elden Ring - also referred to as the basin in which its blessings pool)

that's a whole barrage of motherhood. the love, the fear, the postpartum depression, the guilt and anxiety, (the occasional scheming for revenge with her son). and despite how flawed and tragic that love ends up being for all of them, it is there.

(there's a whole subplot about how Messmer is the only demigod to be called ugly in-game (Hornsent npc dialogue) while Boc's questline is about how his mother being the only one to always assure him he's beautiful, despite everyone else calling him ugly. and how each NPCs questline does reflect a wider theme seen in Marika and her children. but again, i digress)

every time i think of her, Marika is a constantly shifting kaleidoscope, holding everything from within (the beauty and the malign, light and dark, birth and death, she's warm and gentle, she's cruel and unjust, she's strong and kind, she's weak and resentful, she's sweet and she's bitterness made flesh)... and i could only stand there and admire it all.

[bsd-bibliophile]

…it was not so much the main thoroughfares that attracted me, with their glowing streetlamps in fanciful designs, their brightly shining storefront chandeliers and colorful neon signs. I preferred strolling along the darker back streets, where a candle flickered or a stick of incense stood smoldering in front of a streetside Jizo shrine, where in the upstairs room of some lattice-fronted house a naked light bulb shone dimly over the top of a mosquito net, or a desk lamp cast its glow on a work bench where someone was repairing clocks.

Oda Sakunosuke, “The State of the Times” from Stories of Osaka Life

[r473n]

Oh boy, that was fun!! I have a good few ideas for Mayuri getting ready in the mornings fics now. Wild trip that was.

Making Ashisogi Jizou and the ear pieces took me back to childhood. I tried to do pharaoh hat but gave up mid way because it looked awful. I will do a better job if I ever feel brave enough to go to comicon dressed like this 🤣

Don't get me started on partner and his socks, because I cannot.

Paint was soooo much fun to apply, although there are white smudges all over my house now... I need Mayuri's proprietary recipe for a paint that doesn't melt when you touch things.

I have a video of the whole process, which took me about half an hour, I might post it once I edit it.

Also, the freedom of knowing nobody can see you blush was amazing, helps with social anxiety a lot.

On the subject of Ashisogi Jizo, several notes:

1. You can't sit on a normal chair without having AJ's hilt poking you in the throat or stabbing yourself on the little spikes.

2. Walking is surprisingly comfortable, but do not attempt to run. DO. NOT.

3. Pommel is very handy to rest your arms on.

4. Everyone referred to it as 'my penis' for the entire night. Ie. 'don't point you penis at me.' and 'will you take your penis off so you can sit normally!' It is now my HC that that's how everyone refers to AJ in SS behind Mayuri's back.

Having Urahara in my kitchen was sureal. Also his hat fit me perfectly, coincidence? I think not.

Why do I look shorter than Toshiro here? Not sure, I swear I am tall...ish. I just wanted to show you the back cos I had to paint it, and it came out not bad!

Had to drink water via trans straws not to mess up my lipstick (I swear it's water, I don't drink alcohol. Also, I'm pretty sure that amount of vodka or whatever clear alcohol would be incompatible with my life) .

And, last but not least, convo between my mum and my partner because her answers made me laugh.

[samurailoveballadhistory]

These stories are references to various Japanese folklore, though for the life of me I cannot figure out what Kojuro's was.

Nobunaga: Bamboo Cap Jizō

The story tells of an elderly poor couple, who lived in a mountain making bamboo caps. On a winter, near the New Year, the old man took his caps to sell so he can buy food. Some version says it's winter provisions, some says New Year celebratory items. On his way, he sees a row of Jizo statues (Buddha statues usually placed on roadsides) covered in snow. Feeling sorry for them, the old man cleaned off the snow and put all his caps on the statues. He didn't have enough caps for them, and gave the last Jizo his own cap (some version I saw said it was his scarf).

With no more caps to sell, he just went home. Later that night, the couple heard bumping noises outside and opened the door. They saw a pile of food in front of the door, and in the distance they could see little figures in bamboo caps leaving.

Mitsuhide: Momotarō

I think this is the most famous one of them all, and has been referenced in so many other media (anime, games, etc).

Momotarō was a boy who was born of a peach to an old couple. When he was grown, he heard of oni (ogres) terrorising the people and decided to set out to defeat them. His parents didn't like the idea, but eventually relented. The father gave him kibidango (kibi is an unknown grain, usually translated as millet) to eat on his journey.

On the way, Momotarō met a monkey, a dog, and a pheasant who wanted to join him in his journey in exchange for the kibidango. The group then travelled to Onigashima, successfully vanquished all the oni, and returned with all the treasure they found there.

By the way, the common version says that the wife found a giant peach, and Momotarō was inside when she cut it open. However, supposedly the "original"/older version of the story says that what she found was a divine peach. She and her husband ate the peach, became young again, and was able to conceive Momotarō through normal means.

Yukimura: Urashimatarō

Urashimatarō was a fisherman. One day, he found some kids tormenting a turtle and rescued the poor animal, setting the turtle free into the sea. Later, the turtle came back to him, and took Urashimatarō to the underwater Dragon King's palace (Ryūgujō).

There he was welcomed with a banquet and entertainment by the princess named Otohime. After some time, Urashima missed home and wanted to return. The people of the dragon palace tried to tell him not to, but he insisted, so in the end the princess let him go. Before leaving, she gave him a box (tamatebako) and told him never to open in.

When he reached land, Urashima found that hundreds of years has passed. The place is no longer recognisable, and his family and friends had long died. Distraught, he opened the box and he immediately grew older, as old as the hundreds years of age that has passed.

Some version says he just vanished into thin air after.

Saizo: Flower-growing old man

An elderly couple had a dog whom they loved dearly. One day, the dog began digging a hole in the field. The old man dug in the same spot where the dog was digging and found gold. His neighbour got jealous and borrowed the dog in hopes to find gold as well. However, he only got trash and rocks. In rage he killed the dog.

The dog's owner sadly buried his dog and planted a tree to keep the dog's grave safe from the weather. The old man eventually cut it down to make a pounding mortar, but to his surprise, gold would miraculously appear whenever he pounded rice in it. The greedy neighbour borrowed the mortar, and the old man kindly did. Like before, only trash and other gross stuff came out. The neighbour then burned the mortar.

The old man then asked if he could at least have the ashes for keepsake, and the neighbour let him. Then, wind blew the ashes towards a flowering tree, and suddenly flowers started blooming despite it being out of season. The old man scattered the ashes everywhere, making flowers bloom. Then the feudal lord heard about it, and requested the old man to make flowers grow on his favourite tree. The old man threw the ashes on the tree and flowers immediately started blooming.

The lord was happy, and showered the old man with gifts. The neighbour, still greedy, claimed that he could do the same. He started throwing ashes in front of the lord, but the ashes blew away and stung the lord in the eyes. The lord got angry by this and sent the greedy neighbour to prison.

Masamune: Crane Daughter

The more famous variation of this is probably the "Crane Wife" one, but there's actually a version where it's a "daughter".

One day an old man rescued a crane from a trap. Later, a beautiful young woman showed up at his house, seeking shelter. The old man and his wife then took in the girl as their daughter.

To repay their kindness, the daughter told the old couple that she would weave fabric for them to sell, but warned them to never peek into the room when she does so. The fabric the girl wove were exquisite, and they fetched such high price that the old couple quickly became quite well off.

However, whenever the girl finished weaving, she always looked so weak and exhausted. Worrying for their daughter, the old couple looked into the weaving room, and saw a crane pulling out its own feathers to weave.

After finishing the bolt, the daughter confessed to being the crane the old man rescued, but now that they've seen her true form, she could not stay. She turned back into a crane and flew away.

The crane wife story is exactly the same, except the rescuer is a young man who married the crane woman.

[jujumin-translates]

[18TRIP] Event Story | WE ARE M・T・T・B | TRACK. 1

Characters: 🫰 Chihiro Natsuyaki, 🎨 Kiroku Kinugawa, 🌕 Muneuji Kaguya, 🔮 Toi Shiramitsu, 🎸 Nanaki Nanamegi

Location: HAMA House - Terrace

Chihiro: And, there~!

Chihiro: I’ve got an urgent announcement for all of Chii Nation watching this stream right no~w!

Chihiro: So you saw that vid of me dancing with Tenchamu the other day, right? Thanks to Chii Nation, it went crazy viral ♪ Thanksies for all the views, y’all!

Chihiro: And so b-b-b-b-behold! ‘Cause of how viral it went, I got invited to a “Street Dance Competition” that a buncha influencers are going to~!

Chihiro: Ahaha! I’m glad y’all are as hyped as me~!

Chihiro: What, what~? “Isn’t the StreDan Competition the one where some of the best overseas dancers participate? Our Chii-sama is about to become the world’s Chii-sama!”?

Chihiro: No matter where you are, y’all know your Chii’s gonna be right there next to you ♪ 

Chihiro: Hmm? “That video was so cute that I kept watching it over and over again! You’re gonna compete in it obviously, right?”

Chihiro: You betcha~! Personally, I was fully prepared to attend from the start, but as y’all already know, influencer competitions gain crazy amounts of attention, y’know?

Chihiro: That’s why my president was all like, “Go and participate to raise the popularity of HAMA Tours!”, or whatever~.

Chihiro: “Are you participating in it alone?” Ah~, I knew you would be wondering about that.

Chihiro: They’ve got solo slots and team slots for five or more people for this competition, so I’m free to participate in it either way~.

Chihiro: The vid of me dancing with Tenchamu was what started the whole thing, so I kinda wanna do it with him, y’know?

Chihiro: So that’s why I’m gonna participate as a team! And the first confirmed member of the team is Tenchamu ♪ 

Chihiro: At first, he was like super not about it, but after I nonstop pestered him about it day after day, he finally said okay! So like, good job, me.

Chihiro: “Totally shipping whatever this ChiiTen dynamic is.”? As you should be~!

Chihiro: Right! So, Chii’s gonna secretly pick three more members who seem like they’ll be the most interesting, and—.

Neighborhood Cat: Nyaan.

Chihiro: Hm? “Is that cat one of the members?”

Chihiro: No way, the neighborhood meow-meow, and its babies have just been using this area as a walking route lately. I’ll try and interview the real members during the stre~am.

Chihiro: Haha! Chill, y’all~! I’m gonna go and track them down right now~!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Location: HAMA House - Snake Room

*Door opens*

Chihiro: First up is our colorful heaven-sent child, Kirokkuma~!

Kiroku: …, Natsuyaki… san?

Nanaki: What do you mean by “first up”?

Chihiro: You’ll understand everything if you just come with me, so c’mon, c’mon~♪  So I’m gonna borrow Kirokkuma for a bit, cool? Cool!

Nanaki: Oh, sure, here you go.

Kiroku: W-What…?

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Location: HAMA House - Horse Room

*Door opens*

Chihiro: And next is~, our avant-garde helmet boy, Munechi!

Muneuji: Natsuyaki-san. Why in the world are you dragging Kinugawa around?

Ushio: Wait, huh? You’ve got a camera…! Hold on, are you live-streaming right now? Don’t ever film me, please.

Chihiro: Don’t worry, just trust in Chii’s recording technique~. Anyway, come with us, Munechi~!

Chihiro: And the last person is… One of you looking at me through the screen. I’m coming to get you now, so… Just sit tight and wait for me ♪

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Location: HAMA House - Pig Room

Toi: Ahhhh~, I’m so excited! Who’s the last person going to be? Who’s he coming to get!?

Toi: I can’t believe how excited I am, Chii-sama really is the greatest idol no matter where you are…!

*Door opens*

Toi: Huh.

Chihiro: And here we are~! The last person I chose is the pure angelic fortune teller Sugargel, also known as Toonya~♪ 

Toi: …, Huh…, Wait…

Chihiro: Ahahah, Toonya froze up like a Jizo statue. Cute!

Toi: M-Me…, …Huh?

Chihiro: Anyway, I’m gonna work super hard with this team~! So y’all better be supporting us, babes ♪ 

Chihiro: That’s it for today’s stream! Bye-byee!

[ Next Part ⇢ ]

[yarugawitch]

Mayuri/Reader: Non-Specific SFW Headcanons

I made a post with request information :) You can check it out in the masterpost or down below

art by me

>Masterpost | >Request info

Kurotsuchi wouldn't resent the fact that he harbors any romantic feelings towards you even though depending on the person it can either surprise or confuse him that something like this had even occurred. In his mind, only a fool would deny and hate something that happens naturally because trying to reject a mental and physical process is just plain weakness. And he tends to be a very straightforward man, too. However, he deems these kinds of feelings to be very... well, inconvenient with his position and status to put it simply. It would take up too much time and resources to try to meet the standards of how one usually reciprocates feelings (because of course he has to or else you would probably nag him about it) and would just literally sabotage his image in the eyes of other Shinigami which is a huge fucking deal for him. So to avoid any misunderstandings or unnecessary heartbreaks if he knows you like him Mayuri would choose to never acknowledge anything that is happening. Which is kinda... contradictory to his own opinion on the matter so he fails miserably to hide his sympathies sometimes lmao. I'm sure he can be biased toward people he likes or people who like him whether he intends to be or not

It's especially bad if you make positive, or even better enthusiastic, comments on his appearance. In this moment his ego just overshadows any last traces of the rational approach he had to the way he deals with his love for you and gives way to all kinds of other things. If he's feeling generous enough he can even let you watch him put on his makeup or plan his next outfit accessory. You said you like his hands? Why thank you! Now you can watch him show them off more frequently by gesturing or making more physical contact while touching your shoulder for a brief moment for example. You showed interest in something he made just for himself? You'll find it on your desk later whether it's food, some accessory or a small device just to make some mundane task easier and/or more fun. Actually, I also think after some time he'd even make attempts to make some adjustments to the way you dress or do your hair to match his own splendor

Would probably end up spending an embarrassing amount of time meticulously collecting info on you and unconsciously remembering everyday facts he never even thought of noting before down to... idk... the way you make your coffee or your menstrual cycle if you have one. He doesn't shun letting you know he knows

Unexpected late-night visits to his lab while he's plugging away at the last of the reports for the day are pretty much unwelcome. It's the time he spends alone and uses to muse about things however tiring it may be at such an hour. However, in this case, he realizes that having you sit next to him while he's working isn't half bad. He'd let you ask questions from time to time if you're curious and would even infodump you with various project ideas he has in mind. Being in a very disheveled state with practically no makeup on while casually sharing his thoughts is pretty intimate to him actually

Kurotsuchi should be thankful Ashisogi Jizo never takes the form shown in the Zanpakuto rebellion arc because the thing would be the biggest snitch ever. Just flying full speed into you to cuddle no matter whether under Muramasa's influence or not. He would absolutely bawl his eyes out if he somehow didn't see you nearby when releasing poison in his Konjiki form and throw a fit while doing so for everyone to see, too. Jizo's pea brain can't or doesn't want to grasp the fact that he's making a huge fool out of his own Shinigami and it's not like Mayuri can just make him explode like he did in the anime because Jizo is practically glued to you which undoubtedly will make it hurt and makes him contemplate this decision, further proving that they both share roughly the same feelings towards you. However, he does understand that his owner is trying to separate you two so Ashisogi Jizo won't hesitate to try and paralyze even him with the extruding blades if Kurotsuchi tries to get him off you. All of Mayuri's sympathy would just manifest in the most annoying way when his zanpakuto's spirit form is present, turning the yellow creature into a clingy possessive baby who constantly seeks attention by squealing non-stop, as if talking, or giving small gifts. In this scenario, Jizo would return to his sword form only if Mayuri accepted his fate of "co-parenting" for some time a.k.a. spending time together while other captains and lieutenants are busting their asses fighting their own zanpakuto

[owletstarlet]

patron saint of the lost causes (1/2)

“You can stop looking at him like that.” Taki’s voice is frank, but not unkind. Katsumi could not be less in the mood for whatever the hell kind of conversation this is about to be. “Like what,” he replies anyhow. “Like you broke his best friend."

(For @goodlucktai. You know what you did.

ao3 link | part 2

The thing is, Katsumi really doesn’t want to hear that he couldn’t have known what was going to happen. He knows. Knows because nobody will let him forget it. Knows from his 2AM search history the night after, curled up on his side on a guest futon in the Fujiwaras’ sitting room, feeling pinned down by the blue glow of his phone screen under the duvet.

Here’s how it happens.

***

It’s not that it’s uncomfortable, exactly, to be alone with Tanuma Kaname while walking the forty-five minute round trip between the temple and the combini through nothing but trees and rice paddies and still, thick summer air. Tanuma’s a decent guy. Quiet, thoughtful. And, as he’d made very clear within two minutes of Katsumi meeting him, fiercely loyal.

All good traits, really. But carrying a completely meaningless conversation with someone he honestly doesn’t know all that well doesn’t seem to be within his skill set. And that’s fine, it’s whatever.

It’s just that Katsumi’s starting to feel like a jackass when he’s the only one who’s talking.

School’s been out less than a week, and for some godforsaken reason he’s been talked into coming all the way out to Hitoyoshi by the group chat he’d been added to months ago, for some other godforsaken reason. The conversation had turned to potential vacation plans—the seaside, or a theme park. And it’s not like Katsumi would’ve said no; he’s got a whole month to fill here. But when Tanuma had either hedged or failed to respond altogether, the others had gotten it out of him pretty quickly that the better part of the month both before and after Obon would be full up with temple preparation and events. Apparently, even back when the temple had still stood vacant, some of the locals who had ancestors’ graves out in the crumbling cemetery there would still come out to tidy up as best they could and leave behind their flowers and incense and prayers. This is the second Obon since the temple had reopened, and not only were more visitors expected, but they’d need to be able to properly host them and provide an adequate place of worship.

From just that couple of messages, the others seemed to work out in short order just how overwhelmed he was. Which was news to Katsumi; sure, the guy wasn’t much of a texter, or talker, for that matter—but the messages had just seemed brief, concise, and apologetic.

But when they all show up on the temple doorstep a week later and Katsumi sees the way Tanuma’s shoulders sag with sheer relief, he knows the others were right.

Thus began a multi-day frenzy of scrubbing wood floors, polishing every metal surface within an inch of its life, weeding, dusting, and near-vicious refusals of Tanuma’s father’s offers to compensate them for their efforts. Katsumi certainly wasn’t against the concept of getting paid for busting his ass like this all day, but the man was drowning in paperwork and nonstop phone calls and visitations on top of whatever else it is that priests do all day, so he’d let it drop.

“He really does just radiate that dutiful son energy, huh,” Katsumi says to Kitamoto one day, leaning on a rake and blinking the sweat out of his eyes in the brutal 2PM heat, watching Tanuma pause to tug a crooked, bright red knit cap back into its place on the head of a tiny Jizo statue with endless care. He didn’t mean it as an insult, but it sounds kind of dickish coming out of his mouth anyhow. “Just looking at him is making me tired.”

Kitamoto hums. “That’s part of it,” he says, at length. “But this is his home, too.”

***

Katsumi feels sort of bad that Tanuma has to make this annoyingly long walk just because he himself doesn’t know how to get to the nearest Lawson. He’d lost a fierce, best-of-ten coin flip battle with Nishimura over whose turn it was to pick up snacks. It’s not that it’s a nightmarish distance away considering they’re on the bare outskirts of town, it’s just the late afternoon sun beating down on them that makes him ready to commit  homicide. And most of the way there between the wooded temple grounds and the main residential area is along a dusty gravel road between sunken rice fields, riddled with potholes and not especially worth it to navigate with a bike.

And Lawson isn’t even good.

Precisely none of this is Tanuma’s fault. This is an objective fact that he, of course, knows.

But they’ve only just left the store, and Katsumi ran out of random topics to fill up the stagnant air about ten minutes ago. The best he’s got at the moment, short of intermittent bitching about the heat, is his completely unfounded opinion of some new game he’d seen an ad for at the register which he never intends to play.

And Tanuma doesn’t look especially anxious, or at least not like he’s here under duress or anything—he was the one who volunteered to show Katsumi the way— but he doesn’t look especially comfortable, either. He’s already fished a bottle of tea out of the shopping bag, fiddling with the wrapper between sips and watching the dusty gravel crunch beneath their shoes. His responses aren’t rude, just a little off key, a subdued smattering of ‘oh’s and ‘hm’s and ‘I see’s that don’t always quite sync up with Katsumi’s words, a second too late or too early.  

Maybe it’s the truly ridiculous heat that’s getting to the guy. But he’s drinking his tea, and he’s wearing the same old wet towel he’s had slung around his neck all week, ojiisan style. He’d just re-soaked it again in the little sink outside the combini bathroom. It’s funny, Katsumi thinks, that Tanuma’s such a painfully self-conscious person, but then there’s these odd little things here and there that it doesn’t even seem to occur to him to be self-conscious about at all. He didn’t get out much as a kid, from what Katsumi’s heard. It’d be almost endearing if Katsumi was in any sort of mood to be endeared. As it stands it’s too fucking hot out here and now he kind of wants a stupid neck towel too.

Katsumi doesn’t want to make shit awkward, not when he’s staying in his house. But why had it been somehow easier to talk to Tanuma when they were being chased around some hell-mansion about to be murdered by some ghost-doll-things.

He’s not gonna take it personally. Even with his actual friends, where he seems most at ease, Katsumi’s seen him get fidgety, fingers worrying at a fraying shirt hem or drumming on his knee like he doesn’t always quite know how to physically handle too many eyes on him at once, or so many voices in the room. And more often than not, if one of the others picks up on this, he’s seen them seamlessly take the volume down a notch, give him some room to breathe, a little radius of calm. As though his comfort level is some sort of sixth sense for them all.

And Katsumi’s starting to wonder if running his mouth so that Tanuma wouldn’t have to was really the best course of action here. Maybe silence, comfortable or otherwise, would’ve spared them both.

Hell, too late now.

“…and it’s only available on the newest consoles, because of course it is, and even though Sakatani managed to get his hands on a copy and says he’ll let me play, apparently the graphics are kind of ass, so—uh. You good over there?”

Tanuma’s pinching the bridge of his nose, mouth twisting a little and pace falling a half-step behind Katsumi. He doesn’t really answer, just gives an absent diplomatic little hum like he has done for most of the conversation.

Katsumi stops walking.

“Hey.”

And Tanuma honest-to-god almost shuffles right past him, reaching up to rub at his temple now. He only stops when Katsumi snags the strap of the little freezer bag that he’d brought in a thoughtful yet desperate bid to keep the drinks cold and the tops of Nishimura’s chocorooms from all melting together inside the box. Tanuma blinks hard, like all the dust in the air has gunked up in his eyes.

Katsumi frowns. “Your head hurts?”

Tanuma just blinks again, nods once. The look on his face is strange. Vague, kind of.

Katsumi swears under his breath. “Hey,” he says again, louder, when Tanuma’s gaze slides away and out of focus. He grabs his shoulder, shakes him just enough to get his hazy attention back.

“Is this some youkai thing?” He tries to make the words slow and clear. “’Cause if we need to run…” Their chances wouldn’t be stellar, probably, out in the very-wide-open with no visible houses or people that Katsumi can see, but if they booked it they might make it back to the temple in 20 minutes. Barring being gutted in a rice paddy by invisible monsters.

Tanuma frowns, like he’s trying to grasp at the edges of his focus. “I don’t…”

“You don’t know? Or you don’t think so?” If there were time, Katsumi would feel like an ass for getting in his face and snapping at him. But he can feel Tanuma listing forward where he’s still gripping his shoulder, and he puts another hand under his elbow to steady him. “Should I call someone?”

Blink, blink. Apparently, that was too many questions at once. “…hot,” is what Tanuma finally settles on, in a small voice. Then his knees buckle.

Fuck.

Katsumi just barely manages to keep Tanuma from a total faceplant. He’s not so heavy, but it’s so abrupt that trying to catch him sends Katsumi falling back hard onto his own ass as Tanuma’s knees hit the ground.

Katsumi yelped as they went down, but Tanuma hasn’t made a sound. They’re both on their knees. Katsumi’s got him by the shoulders, and his head’s lolling forward, bumping into Katsumi’s chest.

And, shit. He was not lying. Katsumi can feel the heat rolling off him. He manages to maneuver a hand up to the side of his neck, and very nearly yanks it away, hissing through his teeth.

“Right, so,” he mutters. “Probably not youkai shit, then.”

Probably not doesn’t mean definitely not, though, and even as he’s trying to lower Tanuma fully onto the parched ground, curled onto his side, Katsumi’s fishing out his phone.

One bar. He’ll take it.

He hesitates for a second, torn between dialing Natsume, firing off a group message, or just calling an ambulance. He settles on the first—Natsume’s got the fastest mode of transport, which also happens to be an apparently giant and terrifying monster, if Sensei’s own words are to be believed, so that’s two birds one stone.

He hits Natsume’s name, fingers shaking.

And, dead air. Not even a dial tone.

He swears, checks the screen. Zero bars. A stupid little red x where the bars ought to be.

Goddamn backwoods towns and their goddamn backwoods reception.

“Hey.” He lays a hand on Tanuma’s shoulder. Katsumi can’t see his face, but his breaths are coming short and harsh. “I’m gonna borrow your phone.”

Less than one minute later and he’s given it up. Tanuma’s got the same network carrier, and an older phone to boot. It’s like there’s some fucked-up barricade made of yellowing rice fields, choking air and far-off cicada screeches between themselves and outside human contact.

Well then.

Tanuma’s eyes are open now. Not a lot, but that’s got to be better than passed out. Katsumi manages to work an arm under his shoulders, get his opposite hand under his head and neck. “Let’s get some tea in you,” he says, because he’s not sure what the fuck else to do. He can feel a pulse that’s far too quick thrumming under his fingertips, can see the intense splotchy flush across his cheeks that seems to have crept up out of nowhere. Tanuma doesn’t answer him, just scrunches up his eyes against the direct sun on his face, makes a small pained noise that makes Katsumi feel ill.

Making him drink turns out to be less than an inspired plan. He doesn’t seem to register the tea at first, letting it dribble down his chin, but then after a few slow gulps, he gags. And then proceeds to be sick, all over Katsumi.

“Eh. Didn’t like this shirt, anyways,” Katsumi tells him, hoping to exude literally any emotion other than pure terror, and barely managing to turn Tanuma’s face away in time before he gags again.

By the time he finishes, there’s tears in his eyes, and his breaths are coming ragged and loud. He doesn’t seem to notice that Katsumi’s dug through the combini bag, sliding the 2 liter of mugicha under his head and neck like a pillow, and tucked the bottle of Calpis that Taki had asked for underneath his armpit. The rest of Tanuma’s own bottle he upends over his neck and chest, soaking his towel and the top of his shirt. That, at least, elicits a reaction, a faint confused “hm” that would be perfectly reasonable for anyone whose friend has just drenched them in a bottle of jasmine tea.

It makes Katsumi smile, just a bit. “Gotta cool you down. Sorry.” He’s got no idea if it’s the correct thing to do; he’s based the entire tactic on some random lackluster TV drama he’d seen years ago, where some captain of a school track team overheated during a practice, and her teammates tried to care for her on the field while someone fetched a teacher.

At the very least, it didn’t seem to be hurting. His eyes are open wider now, marginally less clouded over. Katsumi’s positioned him on his side again in case of more puking, his cheek squashed against the tea bottle, and he seems to be focused on some spot on the gravel past Katsumi. He looks like he wants to say something, mouth forming around the shape of words, but nothing comes out.

Katsumi turns. There, lying maybe a half meter away on the ground, is something small and rectangular. Some kind of talisman, Katsumi thinks; it’s made of thin pale wood and covered in some inked-in kanji and symbols he can’t make out. He doesn’t touch it, at first. “This is yours?”

Tanuma nods, just a little, then screws his eyes shut like his head is protesting the movement. But by his side his fingers twitch vaguely in Katsumi’s direction. It must’ve fallen out of his pocket when Katsumi was getting his phone. Katsumi scoops it up and places it in his palm, and Tanuma’s fingers close immediately around it.

He digs his own phone out again, an exercise in futility, and dials 119, resisting the urge to chuck it into the field as the call refuses to connect. It’s not like he couldn’t half-drag, half-carry Tanuma back towards the nearest house if he really needed to, but god knows how long it’d take, and even with his net zero medical expertise it seems like a bad idea to be moving him from this spot unless it’s on a stretcher, or on the back of a giant invisible wolf monster.

Tanuma’s staring at nothing at all again, his knuckles white from gripping the talisman. Katsumi frowns, grabs Tanuma’s wrist.

“You’re gonna break it. The wood’s pretty thin.”

Tanuma, predictably, ignores him. Even as weak as he is, with his thumb digging into the center of the thing, he’s likely to snap it in half.

But he doesn’t, or can’t, resist when Katsumi takes it from him. “Let’s keep this in one piece, huh. We need all the damned luck the gods want to chuck our way right now.” He’s about to slide it safely back into Tanuma’s pocket when he pauses, glancing down at the talisman.

“You’re sure nothing’s about to pop out and eat us, right?”

But Tanuma’s eyes have fallen shut again. He doesn’t seem to have passed out; he’s still gasping like he’s run a marathon.

“Right. Gonna take that as a yes.” He finishes tucking the talisman away, then slides his hand up under Tanuma’s fringe. He frowns. The intense heat, he was expecting. What he was not expecting was the desert-dryness of his skin. Katsumi’s own hair’s been plastered grossly to his forehead all week long, only to poke up and frizz at odd angles throughout the day. He hadn’t noticed earlier because of the damp towel and the tea-soaked shirt, but Tanuma’s not sweating.

He swallows back panic. God knows how he’s got any more panic to spare, really. “Look,” he says, not expecting an answer. “Nobody’s coming, because apparently nobody in this entire fucking town uses this road except us, so I’m gonna get help.” He blows out a breath. “I think we passed a pay phone. Ten minutes ago? Maybe less. I’ll make it five. If you get eaten by monsters while I’m gone and I ran in this weather for nothing I am gonna be pretty damn irritated.”

***

The only coffee the vending machines have, at least on this floor, is some dismal off-brand that only comes black. But Katsumi resolutely ignores the acid roiling in his stomach when Kitamoto passes him one and pops the tab. It’s something to do. Chug coffee, scroll his phone. Rinse, repeat. At least it’s cold.

“Hey.”

Something lands in his lap. A squashed-looking cinnamon roll, another vending-machine offering.

“Eat that too or you’ll puke again, probably,” Nishimura tells him.

Katsumi has to bite back the reflexive dickish retort. Nishimura looks just about as shit as Katsumi feels, but he’s still got it in him to be kind. Katsumi’s got nothing in him but raw nerves and stomach acid, at this point.

“Right,” he mutters. “Thanks.”

There’s not even a good reason anymore for the weird shitty haze over his brain. When Tanuma’s dad had called, just before three AM and only two-ish hours after they’d been forced to leave the hospital last night, the news had been good. He was awake, talking a little, and the fever definitely wasn’t gone but the numbers were creeping back downwards. They’d need a few days, at least, to run some barrage of tests and keep an eye out for lasting damage. Tanuma’s dad had been judiciously vague about just what kind of damage, but the half dozen browser pages on heatstroke currently open on Katsumi’s phone had given him a pretty grim idea.

The Fujiwaras’ house had been closest to the hospital, so they’d spent the remainder of the previous night all sleepless and huddled together on the floor of Natsume’s room. Katsumi hadn’t even put up a fight when they’d dragged his futon into the very center of the room between Kitamoto’s and Natsume’s, when Nishimura had idly flopped his own legs over Katsumi’s, or when Taki pulled up some aggressively cheerful magical girl anime on Natsume’s laptop to fill the dead air. When Sensei had tucked himself in by Katsumi’s hip and gone to sleep. When Touko-san had patted his arm, after their very late dinner, her eyes so gentle it hurt. He’d felt liminal, then, like he’d take off and run if he could just escape his own skin, but at least with the others all squashed up against him he could remember to breathe.

It's past 10 in the morning now. Visiting hours had started at 9, and they’d all piled on the first scheduled bus towards the hospital this morning and arrived before 8, anyhow. They had, of course, not been allowed to step foot out the door without a bag loaded up with bento lunches and a firm promise to Touko-san they’d be back by late afternoon when visiting hours had concluded to get some rest. Though she’d been saying something about “getting some things ready” to bring over herself for Tanuma and his dad, and based on the look on her face when she’d said it Katsumi’s half expecting her to march through the waiting room doors in the next hour or two like a woman on a mission with half the contents of the closest supermarket and drugstore loaded up in her arms. The thought makes his chest feel tight.

But they’d shown up just in time to be informed that Tanuma had an MRI among other things scheduled that morning, and that no, they did not know how long it would take.

Across from Katsumi, Natsume’s dozed off, despite his own best coffee-fueled efforts. He’s slumped sideways onto Taki, lank-haired and restless, flicking through an old magazine with disinterest as her heel bounces on the scuffed linoleum. Sensei’s perched across both their laps, still absurdly half-stuffed into the duffel bag in which they’d smuggled him through the hospital doors, which seems pretty pointless to Katsumi if he’s just going to sit there with his entire head sticking out at this point. But he seems entirely unbothered, his eyes closed; maybe asleep, maybe not. But they’re the only ones tucked over in this little alcove of a waiting room, and damn if not a soul has interrupted them for a good two hours.

It’s probably for the best that Natsume’s getting some sleep, really. He hadn’t gotten any more than Katsumi had; Katsumi had heard his muffled hitched breaths last night when they were all pretending to sleep. Out of all of them, he’s said the least this whole time.

“You can stop looking at him like that.”

Taki’s voice is frank, but not unkind.

Katsumi could not be less in the mood for whatever the hell kind of conversation this is about to be. “Like what,” he replies anyhow. 

“Like you broke his best friend,” Nishimura says, lowly, before letting out a slight oof like he’s been elbowed in the ribs.

Damn. Alright then.

None of them seem to be holding their breath for him to respond, at least. They don’t seem to know what to say, either, really. He’s weighing the pros and cons of just fleeing to the bathroom when Kitamoto finally says, “Natsume knows better than anyone that this isn’t on you.”

“Why?” Katsumi feels his gut give a little lurch. “Was it some kind of youkai shit after all, then?”

Taki shakes her head. “I mean, you’ll have to ask him, but. Sensei did go and check the area out last night and ask around and everything, and it all seemed normal.”

Sensei remains silent, naturally, but his ear flicks in Taki’s direction.

Kitamoto’s mouth twists. “What I meant was, just keeling over in random places with no warning or explanation is like. A hobby of Natsume’s.”

“We love it,” Nishimura mutters. “It’s great.”

Sensei huffs.

Katsumi glances at Natsume, still slack and dead to the world on Taki’s shoulder. And okay, maybe he kind of still looks like a stiff breeze could knock him over. But much less so than when they were kids. Less so even than the first time Katsumi had come to this town. “How many times constitutes a hobby?”

And Nishimura frowns, then honest-to-god starts counting on his fingers.

Taki watches him, mouth twisting like she’s considering it. “I guess it depends what counts as keeling over. Or what constitutes a warning.

“Enough times,” Kitamoto says, decisively.

Nishimura scuffs his toe on the floor. “And with me and Acchan, he’d just be lying through his teeth about it, for months, because he didn’t think he could—“

Could what, Katsumi wonders, but Nishimura never finishes the thought. Kitamoto bumps their shoulders together Nishimura huffs, apparently relinquishing the rant building inside him, but Katsumi thinks the look on his face, the tightness in his eyes, is just this side of grief.

“Anyways,” Nishimura says, after an uncomfortable beat, sounding only slightly more subdued. “Even if you don’t wanna hear it, you’re the Big Damn Hero in this situation. No ifs-ands-or-buts, okay. We all know it. Natsume knows it.” Taki nods, flint-eyed like she’s daring him to argue.

“You can’t predict this stuff,” Kitamoto adds, after a moment, his expression hard to parse. “With anyone. And you’ll just make yourself crazy thinking you can.”

“Okay,” is all Katsumi can think of to say. It sounds dismissive, probably, but it’s all he’s got right now. He watches Natsume scrunch up his nose in his sleep. The council hath spoken, and he is too goddamned tired to refute them.

tbc

[deathmetalunicorn1]

I've been loving your ror fam x mha!reader works lately and I just remembered that war arc going on in the manga??? aren't the battles LIVESTREAMED??? ?

How would they react to watching their baby fight for their life back in their original world?? as well as watching other kids nearly die alongside them??? I know for sure Adam would be SEETHING cuz those are literally 15-16 year olds being tossed to the frontlines. Even the gods would be pissed cuz having CHILDREN fight is just too cruel even for them 😭

-Valhalla could only stare in horror, everyone watching, seeing the battle in Japan, where their beloved Y/N came from, seeing the destruction, seeing all of the students fighting against the villains.

-You had been granted your life back, to assist with the fight, to help your friends, who had been stunned to see you come back, but only for this fight, once the battle ended or if you were killed, you would be returned back to Valhalla, but you wouldn’t be able to go back to your world a second time.

-You couldn’t say anything about how you were back to your friends, even though you wanted to so badly, but at least this time, you would get to say goodbye to them.

-Adam was seething, radiating heat, seeing all of these children, your fellow classmates, fighting alongside you, fighting for their lives, many getting injured, some seriously. He felt so hot, so angry, that he almost felt nauseous.

-Zeus and Odin both were staring, glaring at the screen, their own dark aura surrounding them, which would have intimidated the others, if they weren’t all just as angry.

-How could the adults of your world force children to fight, putting their own lives on the line, even though they were gods and some of the greatest warriors of all time, they couldn’t stand to watch children fighting.

-Eve called out your name as you caught Tokoyami who was thrown back by All for One, “I gotcha Yomi-kun!” your woolly hair puffed up, wrapping you both up in your safe cotton as you slammed down into the ground.

-Eve sighed in relief, seeing you both unharmed as you stood, Tokoyami sending you a nod, “Thanks Aries-chan. Now- you wanna tell me how you’re back from the dead?”

-You just grinned brightly, “I can’t tell you everything, but let’s just say I’m a one-time zombie!” his eyes turned into sparkles before you ran back into the fight.

-Hades rolled his eyes at your words, but you didn’t tell your friend the truth, just giving him a basic idea.

-You used your hair to grab All for One, just for a moment, to hold him for Hawks to attack, but you yelped when All for One grabbed your wool and yanked hard, swinging you up into the air, leaving you to be a sitting duck in the air and he charged for you.

-You smirked at him, shocking him as you heard people shout out your name as you tilted your head back slightly. You caught his head, grabbing his cheeks between your hands, “Jizo’s Embrace!!” and you headbutted him hard, stunning him and sending him down hard.

-Raiden gawked, pointing at the screen like a child, beaming brightly, “Go Y/N! Headbutt him again!!”

-It was two hours later, the battle was over, you were panting softly, holding your broken arm, a grin on your face as your classmates, your friends all approached you all.

-You grinned brightly at him, feeling yourself slipping away and they could only stare as you seemed to slowly be fading away, “I didn’t get the chance last time. Bye everyone!”

-Many of your friends were crying, calling you by your name rather than your hero name, but seeing you smiling at them made them all smile back as you disappeared.

-Back in Valhalla, you immediately had been plowed down by Eve, sobbing as she clutched you tightly and the others were quick to approach, some welcoming you back, others praising your skills, while only a few, Brunnhilde and Adam, tried to get you unburied from the hugs, as you were seriously injured again and needed medical attention…again.

-You thanked them all for giving you the chance to help your friends, to save Japan, and to say goodbye to them all. You could rest easily now, knowing your dimension was safe.

[tuliharja]

BLEACH: Thousand-Year Blood War -The Conflict episode 8 review

Manga readers know Lille Barro looking through his rifle Uryuu was a big hint of what is to come, just like Jugram watching over in the last episode. But even without the manga knowledge, I'm sure many noticed how these two people were watching if Uryuu would handle his job. Because of this, the rest of the Shinigami got to escape...for now.

Liltotto mentioning Bazz-B wanting to settle things between him and Jugram kind of promised an upcoming flashback. Not sure if they'll have time to cover it in this course as we're already so far in it. After all, just this recent fight took a good chunk of the episode. Not that I mind...wait, that's a lie. I DO MIND! And that's because Pernida Parnkgjas was disgusting and Mayuri's altered Bankai was disgusting. Who needs horror when they can watch Bleach anime? Who needs to watch anything disgusting when they have Bleach anime? Maybe to some, it wasn't like that, but personally, to me it was.

Despite that, I think Mayuri vs. Pernida was...interesting. Even though Mayuri slicing off Pernida who kept growing his hand/arm back wasn't that pleasant to watch. Not to mention Ashisogi Jizo's modified form and it basically gives birth to a new one. Despite that, it was interesting how Mayuri held his long monologues, mused aloud, and asked questions when just moments ago he had been mocking Kenpachi about it.

Personally, the first half where Kenpachi and Mayuri exchanged sassy retorts between each other was best. It showed Kenpachi could very well keep up with Mayuri and vice versa, even though Mayuri tried to best Kenpachi with his science talk. Which clearly was too much for Pernida... but admirably, Pernida was evolving throughout the whole battle.

Which makes me wonder...why Pernida was so different from Mimihagi? Pernida had his eye on the inside of his hand while Mimihagi had his eye on the back of the hand. Mimihagi had only one pupil while Pernida had two (which clearly confused both Kenpachi and Mayuri at first as they seemed to think Pernida was a humanoid being). Pernida had chains in his fingernails which he broke when he revealed himself, making it look like Pernida had been restrained by someone or something or he, himself (or should I call Pernida it? Them? I'll settle for now to 'he' because Soul King was male and since it seemed like Pernida had managed to gain an ego, even chastising Mayuri about that subject, I'll grant [like Mayuri, lol] him a pronoun) had restrained himself. While Mimihagi seemed like some actual minor kami. Though, in a way both Mimihagi and Pernida seemed to be restrained. Mimihagi was restrained by being a shapeless thing who had to settle into another living people, while Pernida was more easily breakable. Interesting how those two seemed to be similar in that aspect, yet in different manners. Not talking about the duality of the other one being on the side of the Shinigami and the other on the side of the Quincies. It seemed like they were each other's opposites through and through.

This begs the question just where Mayuri got that book that told about Soul King's hands? Like, I feel like the subject of Soul King (before the Thousand-Year Blood War arc) was a very hush-hush topic, but it seems some actual facts (in the form of books were circulating around that "normal" Shinigami could investigate. Or maybe got into the wrong library (as in that flashback it seemed to be a room full of books) that kind of played its part why did he end up in Nest of Maggots? I could very well see a Shinigami getting jail time if they would snoop around about Soul King when it wouldn't be any of their business! Mayuri being a curious cookie could explain that.

Not writing about the fact, why it felt like Mayuri was underestimating Pernida? (Those who have read the manga know what I mean.) There were moments when it seemed like Mayuri had lost a bit of his edge (again, this seems to be a reoccurring event if we think about Urahara and Aizen), he even admitted it when he fixed his own arm. Which reminds me, why Pernida and Mimihagi were called Soul King's hands? They were clearly arms. Also, Pernida's CGI at times was fine, and at times not at all. If it was on purpose like that (for a disgusting/fear factory) it then succeeded in that, but if not, then no. And I'm pretty sure the elbow's anatomy was most of the time with Pernida wrong. It looked just...wrong and not in a good way.

But back to Mayuri. It felt like he was a bit out of tune, which made Nemu's concern toward him justified. Not talking about Nemu's hints/worries over the fact Mayuri might have changed.

It was interesting to watch Nemu interact with Ikkaku and Yumichika as it felt like parallels. They all were worried about their own captains and seemed to be very in tune about that -surprisingly!

Also, good thing Ikkaku and Yumichika were positioned in there, just so they could drag Kenpachi away before Mayuri's battle with Pernida got more heated! Hopefully, Kenpachi will be fixed just so he won't be left out of the upcoming action.

Wait, I just realized I didn't see Hanataro anywhere in this episode. In the last episode, he was still with Mayuri, Kenpach,i and the company, but now he had disappeared. I suppose he got left behind? Or, if he was in the episode, I missed him, but I suppose we'll see him again at some point.

The ending speech and card...I couldn't recognize who was talking in it (unless it was Kyoraku? I'm not honestly sure) or the symbolism of pine needles...but the next episode's title gave me big Kyoraku vibes, hence, I associated that ending 'poem' to him (If anyone remembers Kyoraku's shikai ability Kageoni). But I could be fully wrong.

[unohanadaydreams]

Here's some commissions I made for @unohanadaydreams, they were an absolute blast to work on:3

Commissions are still open btw! More info here<3<3<3

[crimium]

My thoughts on the new Hifuu Album

Well, Taboo Japan Disentanglement just came out! after reading the story and listening to the tracks, I thought I'd share my thoughts on the album!

The tracks

I'm going to go through the album tracks in order and give my individual thoughts on them.

1 - Morning Comes on Tanabata Hill (Original)

This is surprisingly emotional for an opening track. The new drum set here is wonderful, and the piano is soothing and atmospheric. I do think the melody is kind of all over the place though, and it's a bit hard to follow. All in all, a really nice calming song.

2 - Tinkerbell of Inequality (Original)

I've been excited to listen to this one ever since the album got announced because of the interesting title, and HOLY SHIT THIS SONG IS AMAZING. The instrumentation is so weird but oh so good. The track is ominous but jazzy. The melody is catchy. It reminds me of GFC and CoSD, with it's apocalyptic futuristic vibe. This is easily the best track in the album. Solid.

3 - Does the Forbidden Door Lead to This World, or the World Beyond? (HSiFS arrangement)

Now we get to the arrangements. The song is sporting a new drum set and piano, and I can safely say that the instrumentation is a huge improvement to the original. To be frank, I'm not too much of a fan of HSiFS's instrumentation, now don't get me wrong, the songs are great, but they suffer a bit because the instruments ZUN uses are a bit lackluster. Here, that is not the case, this a great arrange. Something I do want to note, is that the BPM of the arranges seems to be lowered a bit from their original counterparts. Not a bad thing, but it's interesting to keep in mind as you keep listening.

4 - Smoking Dragon (UM arrangement)

HOOOOOOLYYYYYY SHIIIIIIIT. The key change. the new drumset. the new, climactic/triumphant atmosphere. The new section added in??? It's all so perfect, this does the original song justice. I love this so much. One of my favorite arranges in the whole album.

5 - Mugen Noh ~ Taboo Marionette (Original)

This song is calming, but sinister sounding as well. It hits a nice balance of calming and uneasy. The instrumentation, once again, is really good here. I do feel that the electric guitar a bit later in feels a bit out of place, but in general, the song creates a really good atmosphere, and it's definitely a standout track.

6 - Crazy Backup Dancers (HSiFS arrangement)

I don't really have much to say about this one, other than that it's a fairy good arrangement of the original song. ZUN added a new synth(?) into the mix, which gives it a distinct sound from the original. It's fun!

7 - Yorimashi Between Dreams and Reality ~ Necro-Fantasia (AoCF arrange)

ZUN. you can't keep getting away with this. This is peak. The song has a newly added intro of the Necrofantasia main theme before the song kicks in, and WOW does it create an atmosphere. The instrumentation is once again great and the key change (that just dissapears half-way through lmao) is also really cool. This is a great track.

8 - The Lonesome Path in Hitachi (Original)

A surprisingly upbeat track given the title. It's composed in swing rhythm, and because of that, it kinda reminds me of Let's Live in a Lovely Cemetery and Like the Brilliance of Fairies. Not that that's a bad thing, but it does make it sand out a bit less for me. Still a good track, though! Also ZUN chill out with those reverbs

9 - The Lamentations Known Only by Jizo (WBaWC arrange)

I like the new choir here, it makes it sound more dramatic. I am a bit disappointment that the flute kind of overshadows the Spooky Lead from the original, but it's not a bad arrangement at all. And man this drum set is really doing wonders rn

10 - The Concealed Four Seasons (HSiFS arrange)

WOW. TALK ABOUT A GREAT FINALE. This arrangement tweaks just enough without completely changing the vibe of the original song, and it's fantastic. About halfway through, there's a key change that makes it sort of feel like a phase 2 to the song, and it really completes the whole package. Fantastic.

11 - Apparitions Abound Even Outside of Night (Original)

Oh cool, what a nice, calming, uplifting trac- ZUN WHAT ARE YOU DOING. So the song starts off very calming and atmospheric, and then turns into digi-rock like a minute in. It's kind of jarring but I think it works, the song is still fantastic, and does a good job wrapping things up for the album, and the story. Speaking of which...

The story (spoiler warning)

Without going into too much detail, because I highly recommend you read the story on your own, the predictions of Merry and Renko being separated where not exactly wrong, although I think the story was a lot less heartbreaking than everyone thought it would've been. It serves as a nice drama and really shows how these characters relate to each other. Seeing Renko drop everything just to save Merry shows that even if they get on the wrong foot, they're still the Hifuu club, through and through.

In conclusion, this album is absolutely stellar. ZUN's instrumentation this time around is incredibly diverse, and I can tell he was having fun experimenting. The story is also well written, showcasing these two characters and their conflicting yet similar ideals. Please, go give this album a listen! It may have been 8 years since the last hifuu album, but it was definitely worth the wait.

[coyote-sings]

spent most of the day prepping for the first public group Pagan Ritual I've been to in at least a decade. got a nudge to take a small stone Venus of Willendorf statuette with me - pocket sized, tiny. a relatively new friend gifted me with a small stone statue of Jizo, a Japanese Buddhist deity who carries miscarried and stillborn babies to heaven. and I knew I should give her the Venus, and I did. she held my hand while I made a small offering of red sandalwood powder to the gods.

the ritual was great. the food was a potluck and it was awesome. I am very thankful to find a welcoming community here and to make new friends. 💚 Happy Solstice.

[newtypezaku]

The weirdo is me visiting nearby Kongoin to see the manga jizo:

[troius]

I think I said this back during the Szayelaporro fight (still my all-time least favorite fight in this manga) but I'm not a fan of Kubo's method of conveying "brilliance", which is to have the character in question pull some sort of underexplained hard counter out of thin air.

Like, how does this thing even work? Even if Ashizogi Jizo now knows a blade is approaching...how does it get in position to block it? And how does whatever does that act faster than Hitsugaya? This is just silly, if you want me to believe Mayuri is smart have him actually work out a counter to the threat Hitsugaya poses, and show your damn work.