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luvnami · 3 months ago

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the wind rises - chapter 1 (all i ever wanted)

notes - this is the beginning of a possibly long fic and series. i was highly inspired by some amazing writers (@/peachdues on tumblr and @/vividlyy on ao3), so please check them out as well. more notes at the end

cw - canon compliant universe, blood

word count - 4.4k+

Japan, 1915

Shinazugawa Sanemi once heard that the sakura flower was a metaphor for human life – breathtakingly beautiful, but equally fragile and transient. The pale flowers only bloomed for fourteen days a year, heralding the start of spring. It seemed half right. About the permanence of life, at least.

Sanemi was born into a family that understood peace as a concept. His father often abused his mother, stealing her money to buy more alcohol. Sanemi had started odd jobs around the village for as long as he could remember. Carting goods, chopping wood, serving dishes at the soba restaurant down the road. His palms had turned rough and calloused before he was even ten years old.

Sanemi didn’t resent the life he lived. After all, that was how he was raised and all he had ever known. He carried out his duties as the oldest brother of seven siblings in the Shinazugawa household before he even understood them. When it was daybreak, he would cook rice for the family’s breakfast and head out to deliver letters. When the sun burned its hottest in the afternoon, there were cold bowls of noodles waiting to be dished out to patrons. And after a long day of work, work, and more work, he’d prepare dinner, keep the laundry, set out the futons, and tuck his siblings into bed.

Genya, the second oldest, tried his best to keep up with Sanemi. The one thing he despised most was to be a burden, yet it seemed unavoidable all the same. If he got into a fight with the other village kids, Sanemi would be there to appease them. When he broke a bowl and his father started punching him in places it hurt the most, his mother protected Genya with her own body.

Genya would toddle after Sanemi’s in his footsteps, doing similar work and helping out at home, though it often felt that Genya never quite measured up to the same standard that he held Sanemi to. He was perfect in Genya’s eyes. He wasn’t as clumsy, twice as hardworking, never complained, and was kinder than anyone else in the world. Sanemi rarely smiled. But when he did, Genya saw their mother’s gentleness shine from his eyes.

So Genya kept doing what he did best – living in his brother’s shadow. After all, once their father had died, it was their job as the oldest males in the family to represent and protect the rest. The least he could do was to support Sanemi with all his might and keep their promise.

“The two of us must protect the family, now that dad is dead.”

It was a cool autumn evening, just a few short months ago when Sanemi had said that. The brothers were towing cargo in exchange for rice. The streets bustled with housekeepers running the last of their errands for the day, and people heading to the communal bathhouse.

“It’s a relief that he’s gone now, but everyone will be hopeless without a father figure. We’ll protect mom and everyone else, alright? Not just from now on, but just like we always have.”

Genya had been surprised at the maturity that came from Sanemi. He wondered back then, though his shoulders ached at the weight of the goods he carried, if those words were appropriate of a young boy that had barely reached the cusp of adolescence, thrust too early into a life of responsibility. There was some sort of inferiority that muddled his feelings, but a sense of respect at the same time.

Genya found himself incapable of replying to his brother. All he could do was nod dumbly, and Sanemi smiled that precious smile of his.

Although the Shinzuagawa family had seven children, you were perhaps their eighth sibling. You were no stranger to them, living a few houses down from their own. You were an only child of the couple that owned the soba restaurant Sanemi regularly helped out at. You obviously didn’t remember it too well, but your mother mentioned that she would take care of you and the Shinazugawa brothers while their mother was at work.

You, Sanemi and Genya grew up in the restaurant, chasing each other around tables and bothering your father to no end for more snacks. Your earliest memories were of Sanemi tripping over his own feet and tumbling to the ground. Tears had spilled down his round cheeks as you tried to comfort him, though to no avail as he sobbed and sobbed. He earned a little scar on his right knee, an oddly shaped thing smoother than the rest of the surrounding skin.

While Sanemi grew out of it, Genya was naturally quite a sensitive boy. He had always been one to cry easily: whether he had bumped against the corner of a table a little too roughly, or even if Sanemi wandered away into another part of the restaurant by himself. Genya would chase his older brother down, struggling to keep up as he urged his chubby little toddler legs to move faster, only to realise he couldn’t keep up and cry anyways.

The only way Genya would ever stop crying was if Sanemi hugged him tightly, soothing him with mumbles that it would be okay, that Genchan was a big boy, wasn’t he? That Genchan’s okay, Genchan’s all okay…

“Poor boy,” your mother had once muttered. “Such a broken family, but Sanemi tries his best.”

Broken? You knew that Sanemi failed to think of his family as such. Though his blood father was certainly abusive, the Shinazugawas loved each other dearly. His father was more of a separate entity from the term ‘family’; a man who happened to live under the same roof.

Regardless, you admired Sanemi. You liked the grin he would flash you when no one else was looking, and the way he gave you the larger piece of mochi when your mother gave you snacks to share. He worked harder than anyone else you knew just to make sure his brothers and sisters had enough to eat.

“Micchan,” you whispered, prodding his back with your finger.

“Hmm?”

Sanemi looked over his shoulder at you. He had the prettiest eyes of violet wisteria and hair the colour of snow. From young, you always envied the colour of his eyes, wanting your own to be purple so badly that you ate an incredible amount of purple sweet potato and threw up from it.

Sanemi carried a trayful of empty bowls, trotting over to the back of the restaurant. There was already a bucket full of water and a stack of dirty dishes and utensils ready for him to clean.

“Wanna go for a walk later?”

You followed Sanemi. The dinner rush had begun to die down, and the last few customers had left for the day. Once the dishes were clean, Sanemi was free to go. The boy placed the tray of bowls next to the others and sat down on a rickety stool.

There was still some time before the sun set, where he would have to return home and cook dinner for his siblings. Their mother worked the night shift at an izakaya next to the soba restaurant, so dinner duty usually was Sanemi’s responsibility. Maybe he could squeeze in a short walk. The sakura trees had started to bud; they would be pretty in the evening light, and Sanemi wanted to see them with you.

“Let’s finish this up first, alright?” he smiled.

“Yay!”

In a fit of childish excitement, you urged Sanemi to wash the dishes quicker. The faster he finished washing them, the sooner it meant you could go on your little adventure together. He laughed as you flicked dirty water at him, elbowing you out of his way.

It took the better part of an hour for the both of you to clear the stack of dishes. But once you were done, you were free at last. You grabbed Sanemi’s hand.

“Let’s go, Micchan!”

Although winter was about to end, the sting of cold air still bit at your exposed face. You raced through the village, straw sandals kicking up dirt on the beaten path. Sanemi yelled at you to slow down as he tried to keep up with your pace. You knew he lacked any aggression in his tone from the light laugh that erupted from him. It was a pleasant, clear sound, like the tinkling of a furin wind chime in the summer wind.

Something in your chest skipped a beat and the air was torn from your lungs.

Your shoulders heaved with each gasp for air when you finally made it to the edge of the village, where the largest sakura tree was. A few smaller trees had been planted around them in recent years, but had yet to grow to the same size as the oldest one. It was about thirty shaku in height, with a trunk so wide you could hardly imagine your arms wrapping around it fully.

A thick shimenawa made of rice straw encircled the tree, paper shide attached to it. Your father had once said that the tree was home to a great spirit and the villagers took very special care of it. They would often come and pray to the tree for good luck. Its branches were heavily laden with pink and white flowers. A faintly sweet scent wafted through the air, and you found yourself craning your neck to get a good look at the flowers.

Sanemi stood a short distance away from you. His eyes widened at the spectacular sight, the tree larger than he had ever remembered. It was as if he was an ant, and the tree before him was a tall, tall wall. Sanemi’s breath was stuck in his throat. There was some sort of overwhelming emotion that washed over him like a crashing wave. In the setting sun, the flowers seemed to glow mystically in shades of orange and red, and you seemed so small and frail in comparison to the towering tree.

Sanemi felt something burning in his chest. It was as if someone had placed a piece of charcoal in his ribcage, smoking his lungs out and searing his flesh.

“It’s huge!” you cried out.

Sanemi nodded, silent. He struggled to find any words at all as that emotion continued to oppress him, staggering his ability to form a single coherent thought.

A petal fell from the tree. It drifted, floating this way and that as the wind tickled its softness. Sanemi’s eyes followed its indistinct descent. It spun and spun and spun, oblivious to his stare, finally coming to a gentle rest atop your shoulder.

The knots loosened themselves and water gushed like a rushing stream. The heaviness in Sanemi’s chest disappeared in an instant and he took a sudden, deep breath. Everything fell still for that one split second. Then his feet moved five steps closer to you, crossing the distance, and the tips of his fingers brushed the petal off your shoulder.

The world was bathed in gold.

Sanemi tried not to think too much about the sakura tree that night. Despite his best efforts, the scene of the petal replayed again and again in his mind. It was something that seemed to lack any real meaning, and he was confused as to why he seemed to be so struck by it. Sanemi turned over in his futon for the nth time that night.

The house was quiet, save for the occasional snore from one of his siblings. Sanemi’s eyes opened in the darkness. He briefly saw nothing, but as his eyes grew accustomed to the low light, the outlines of the ceiling beams and hanging lantern were more apparent.

His mother was not home yet.

It was late, though Sanemi was not sure how late. Their mother was usually home a handful of hours after the younger ones had been ushered into their futons, and Sanemi had been ruminating on that heavy feeling in his chest and stupid sakura petal for far too long. Something was off.

There was a rustle near him. Sanemi turned his head, and Genya sat up in the dark room. Perhaps he, too, found the absence of their mother strange.

“Genya?” Sanemi called out softly.

His younger brother jumped, then turned to look at Sanemi.

“Aniki?”

“You’re worried about mom, right?”

Genya felt his face flush warmly. He was glad for the darkness that concealed the redness that spread across his cheeks in blotches. He nodded firmly.

“I’ll go out and look for her,” Genya said.

Sanemi pushed the covers to his feet and sat up.

“No, I’ll go.”

“But-”

“We promised, remember? That we’ll take care of the house? I’ll go, you keep watch over the others.”

Genya paused, then smiled bashfully. Truth be told, he was awfully scared of the dark, and there was a sort of relief that tucked away his fears when Sanemi said that. Genya knew it was a childish fear. He would never be a proper man if he was scared, but for that moment, Sanemi had offered to go in his stead because Genya was his younger brother, and Genya let his capable older brother protect him once more.

Genya watched as Sanemi grabbed his haori, pulling it over his arms. The shoji door opened quietly, then closed without a sound.

Perhaps Sanemi was obligated to protect Genya because he was older. But who would protect Sanemi? Their father had been rather useless in that regard, and their mother was doing her best to raise the other five young ones. In fact, Genya often felt that she relied on Sanemi too much, but who else could she depend on either? It was an endless cycle of defeat in every way Genya looked at it.

“Nii-chan?”

Genya turned towards the sound. His siblings all peeked out of their futons, rubbing their eyes sleepily. The youngest one, Sumi, yawned as she crawled over to Genya.

“Are you all worried about mom too?”

They nodded in unison.

“It’s alright, Sanemi went to look for her. They’ll both be home soon, so let’s just rest and wait,” Genya assured.

Sumi sat herself in her older brother’s lap and buried her face in his chest. Genya stroked her soft hair gently, lulling her back to sleep.

Meanwhile, Sanemi stalked the streets. He took the familiar path to the izakaya, one that he had walked countless of times. The air was eerily still. All Sanemi had was the faint moonlight to guide his steps, rocks and dirt crunching under his sandals.

It took him a few minutes to reach his destination. No light shone through the shoji doors, though there was still a sign on the outside that signalled that they were open for business.

“Mom?” Sanemi called out. “Are you there?”

There was a soft rustle from within. The hair on the back of Sanemi’s neck prickled uneasily, but he was determined to find his mother. He took a step closer to the doors.

A loud noise, the sound of wooden stools and tableware crashing to the floor, made Sanemi jump. He pulled an outstretched hand back just a dark blur burst out of the izakaya, pouncing on him.

The wind was knocked out of Sanemi instantly. He crashed to the ground with a strangled cry, sharp pain shooting across his face. The thing growled and its hot breath fanned across Sanemi’s face unpleasantly. It reeked with the stench of blood.

Its claws dug into his shoulders in an attempt to pin its prey down, though the creature sniffed Sanemi cautiously before recoiling with an angrier sound. It stood on its two hind legs, swaying from side to side drunkenly. There was only one thought in Sanemi’s mind: that he was dead.

“Hey, who’s making such a ruckus!” someone yelled.

Sanemi turned his head, watching as your father came out of the soba restaurant. No, he wanted to scream. Run!

The thing swivelled its head towards your father. It moved so quickly that Sanemi saw nothing but a dust cloud where it had been in front of him. There was a shout as it clawed his head off his neck. Two thumps resounded through the street in time with Sanemi’s frenzied heartbeat, then- silence. His heart pounded in his chest. He barely had time to recognise what was going on as the creature dove into the restaurant.

You looked up from the counter where you had been wiping dishes dry. Your family had been preparing to open the restaurant for dawn. However, there was a strange noise coming from outside the restaurant, so your father stepped out to see what was happening.

“Mom?”

A shadow tackled your mother to the ground, just across the restaurant from where you were standing. You froze. The stack of dishes she had been carrying to you crashed with her, glazed ceramic shattering into a thousand pieces. She opened her mouth to scream. But all that came out was a gurgle of fresh blood that bubbled from her lips, then her limbs fell limp.

You wanted to move, to do anything else but stand still like a sitting duck. It was if your feet had turned into lead, because no matter how much you willed yourself to run, you stood rooted in the exact same spot.

Sanemi struggled to his feet, gasping as hot blood gushed down the right side of his face. He wiped what he could out of his eyes with the back of his hand. His entire body was shaking terribly, from some sick mix of pain, adrenaline, and fear. Sanemi rushed into the restaurant, ducking his head below broken bamboo and torn shoji.

The creature bit into your mother’s corpse at the junction between her neck and shoulder. It made odd, animalistic noises as it bit and tore at the flesh, fresh blood spilling over its clawed hands. Your mother’s dull eyes gazed at nothing like a dead fish,.

In the dim light that lit up the restaurant, Sanemi realised. No, no, no, no, no. It couldn't be. His stomach dropped endlessly into a pit as bile burnt the back of his throat.

The creature had its black hair pulled back in a neat updo, though strands surrounding its face had fallen loose, framing skin that was paler than moonlight. Its purple eyes were bloodshot. Most important of all, however, was the lilac kimono that it wore. The same exact kimono that Sanemi’s mother wore everyday.

“Mom?”

The demon growled, though not in response to Sanemi. It was nearing dawn and there was no time left to waste. It dropped your mother’s corpse from its hands as if she was spoiled food. She laid on the ground like a forgotten toy, blood pooling around her body. Mouth still dripping with blood, the demon shot out of the restaurant and down the street.

“Micchan?”

Your voice quavered. Tears spilled from your eyes as you turned to look at Sanemi, shoulders shaking when a choked sob finally escaped your lips. You immediately clamped a hand over your mouth. You could not understand what had just happened. Your parents had been alive and laughing with you just a minute ago, and now their bodies were yours to bury.

Sanemi reached out for the cleaver on the table that your father had been using to cut fresh soba noodles. The metal blade had a heavy heft to it, and Sanemi wrapped his fingers firmly around the handle.

“Stay here and hide. I’ll be back for you,” he ordered.

Sanemi took off in the direction where the demon had run. He swung his arms and legs in tandem, sweat beading on his hairline. Despite the pain that stung his face and the confusion that welled inside of his heart, Sanemi kept running. One thing he knew, at the very least, was that the demon was moving towards his home, and that the family he had sworn to protect was in danger.

Genya had barely begun to drift off to sleep when there was the pitter-patter of footsteps outside the front door.

“Mom!” his siblings cried joyously.

They rushed towards the door, arms outstretched to welcome their mother home.

“Wait!” Genya shouted. “That might not be-”

It all happened in slow motion. There was the sound of wood splintering, then the smell of copper. Genya’s siblings flew through the air as they were thrown back from the impact, almost like string puppets. Their small bodies fell back onto the futons with dull thuds. The light in the house was snuffed out and the room was doused in darkness, rendering Genya’s vision useless. A stray piece of wood flew into his face and he recoiled from the pain. Genya threw a hand over his face in shock, the other cradling Sumi into his chest

A dark shadow with shining eyes hung in a corner of the ceiling. The children were silent, their injuries bleeding freely as they lay in a heap. Genya felt an immense dread as he locked eyes with the shadow. He had to make sure the rest were safe, then he had to protect Sumi, then, then- Then what? Call a doctor? Where was Sanemi? Where was their mother?

Genya’s breath came fast and quick. It was a wolf that had come out of hibernation and was hungry for fresh meat – he was sure of it.

Nii-chan.

Genya squeezed his eyes shut. If only Sanemi was here, his brave older brother would certainly know what to do. If only Genya was more like Sanemi. If only Genya could be Sanemi.

“Genya!”

His eyes flung themselves open as the wolf jumped at him with a snarl. But there was no impact at all, as Sanemi threw himself in front of Genya. Sanemi crashed into the side of the house, tumbling out of it with the wolf.

“Genya! Run!”

There was a moment of relief as Genya gasped in shock. His brother had come to save them after all! But Sumi let out a little sigh, then fell limp and cold in Genya’s arms.

“Sumi? Sumi! Shuya! Teiko! Hiroshi! Koto!” his pleas for his siblings were unanswered. “Put pressure on your wounds, I’ll call a doctor right away!”

Genya's hands shakily hovered above the bodies of his siblings as he laid Sumi next to them. His eyes darted nervously around the dim room. The stench of blood made Genya want to vomit, but he knew that he had to do something other than gawk and panic. He stumbled over to the broken front door, grabbing what remained of the doorframe to keep himself upright.

Outside, Sanemi gripped the cleaver in his hand tightly as the demon howled in pain. It scrabbled for purchase on the ground, trying to pull itself upright and fight its prey. Its leg was twisted in a strange way from the impact of the fall. With a strained groan, the demon squirmed and gasped in an attempt to heal its broken limb.

Sanemi squared his shoulders. He grasped the cleaver till his knuckles turned white, yet there was a flicker of despair prevented him from finishing the kill.

Sanemi.

His mother’s voice called to him gently. If he thought about it long enough, Sanemi could picture her small hand cupping his cheek, pressing their foreheads together.

Sanemi, you have such beautiful eyes.

Her laugh was gentle, like the tickle of a summer breeze on his hot face.

The demon screeched, a terrible noise that made Sanemi want to drop the cleaver and cover his ears.

Sanemi, you’re the firstborn, so everyone relies on you. I’m sorry.

Sanemi’s throat tightened. The skin of his hands screamed in pain as the cleaver’s handle dug into it uncomfortably, yet he did not let go. Sanemi had to protect the rest of his family. He had to; otherwise he was not a good son or brother. He squeezed his eyes shut as tightly as he could, until all he saw was the vague afterimage of the demon on the back of his eyelids.

Sanemi gritted his teeth, then brought the hilt of the cleaver down on the demon's head with all his strength.

The demon fell silent.

“Nii-chan?”

Sanemi stood still. He did not respond, open eyes staring blankly at his mother’s body by his feet. Her eyes had fallen shut, and it seemed almost as if she was asleep. The tear in the hem that Sanemi had stitched together a week ago had been ripped open again. Blood stained her kimono in a contrasting scarlet, though Sanemi didn’t want to know whose blood it was. All he wanted was his mother back.

“Mom? Mom!”

Genya ran towards her body, tears bubbling up from his eyes. He fell to his knees as he cradled her in his arms. Her body was oddly heavy, and she did not respond to her son as he screamed and shook her as hard as he could.

“Why did you kill mom! Ah! Mom!” Genya shrieked. “Murderer! Murderer!”

Sanemi’s grip finally faltered and the cleaver clattered next to his feet.

You crept out of the restaurant on pure instinct. Although Sanemi had said that he would come back for you, something tugged at you to look for him and Genya. The sun had just begun to rise over the horizon. Its golden rays began to creep upon the land, and the cry of a rooster rang across the village. You hurried along the path as panic rose in you when you heard Genya’s wails. You finally saw the Shinazugawa brothers, one on his knees and the other standing, both bathed in swaths of burning orange light.

Sanemi’s stare met yours. Tears finally fell from his wide eyes, hot and fast. The light of day shone bright and white, and he momentarily wondered why the sun had lost its colour. There were no words for him to explain his sin. His mouth fell open without a single sound, wishing for something, for someone to help him.

Genya’s cries continued to ring out as the village began to wake from their slumber.

Some sort of sense must have finally returned to Sanemi. He jolted violently, as if someone had shoved him in the chest. He blinked once, then twice, then turned on Genya and sprinted away.

You watched his figure grow smaller and smaller in the distance till he became no smaller than an ant, melting into the sunlight.

notes - for more context to this chapter, please read demon slayer light novel 2 (one-winged butterfly), chapter 4. action scenes aren't my strongest point, so hopefully this chapter wasn't too much of a drag >< i would really appreciate any comments/tags on the fic, they're really motivating and i know this fic will be a huge challenge for me (after not writing for about 2 years). i'm still contemplating on how to continue the next chapter and the rest of the fic, so please look out for more updates!!

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thelunarfairy · 1 year ago

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The Symbolism Behind the Camellia

You've certainly seen these flowers, haven't you?

Yes, they are everywhere, so I did a little research into their meaning, and yes, there are several. So I chose to talk about the meanings that are most repeated, not only in the West, but in the East as well.

Before we start talking about meanings, let's talk about the types of camellia, in fact, the colors. These are: red, pink, white, purple and yellow.

Let's remember when these flowers tend to appear more frequently

Hanako and Yashiro

Hanako and Tsukasa

Okay, but what difference does it make?

Let me tell you the meaning of flowers and their colors

White Camellia Flower Meaning – The white camellia flower symbolizes adoration and admiration.

Red Camellia Flower Meaning - Red camellia flowers symbolize true love, passion and empathy.

Pink camellia flower meaning – The pink camellia flower symbolizes love for someone and also the feeling of missing them.

Purple Camellia Flower Meaning – Purple camellia flowers symbolize love, devotion and admiration for loved ones.

Yellow Camellia Flower Meaning – The yellow color of the camellia symbolizes care, passion and love.

Among these three, the flowers that appear most frequently are red, true love, passion and empathy. If we consider that it is related to Hanako and Yashiro, this does not surprise us, but it is also related to the twins.

The red flowers weren't the only ones that appeared between the two.

On Tsukasa's side we see purple, pink and white flowers, they seem to have more "healthy" meanings for common brothers, while on Hanako's side, there are still red flowers, love and passion, there are also white ones, that is, there is something mutual between them.

Followed by this, we have cherry blossoms (Sakura), which means beauty, femininity, love, happiness, renewal and hope. They are also associated with Tsukasa, as if to mention that he is "feminine or fragile"

The flower also means renewal and rebirth, which would also fit well with Tsukasa.

In fact, it's very interesting that the twins' panels and Sumire's panels with Hakubo are in parallel. The owners of the yorishiros looking at them from above, and the yorishiros looking at them from below, while there are cherry blossoms representing their fragility, femininity, the power of renewal and rebirth, as mentioned before.

Regarding the "happiness and hope" part, it's difficult to associate with Tsukasa and Sumire, because there is no more happiness in them, if there ever was, and about hope, I don't need to go on and on to say that they both no longer have it. no hope about anything, not just them, but Hanako too.

It's very interesting how Aidairo likes symbolism, and how well they fit into the general context. Flowers represent a very important part of how the characters feel, of course none of this is certainty, but speculation is important to try to understand them better.

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ughscara · 1 year ago

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mundane introduction.

|| a good while of collecting ingredients, and you are now on your way to the small home you resided in along with your little brother. however, an unexpected guest awaited you.

chapter warnings. none.

additional notes. first chapter!! the start of it all — god it feels so good to finally get this out. this on its own is already just short fluff, the second chapter is going to be even more fluff lol

series masterpost , next up is chapter two: all about my sibling.

“alright, let's see...” you murmur to yourself, hand skimming through the small crate you brought along with you.

lavender melons for soup, check.

a few fruits to make your little brother that snack he loves so much, check.

three freshly plucked dendrobium you found while collecting ingredients, also check.

“oh thank the archons — everything's been sorted.” you let out a soft sigh of relief, beaming in accomplishment. it's been quite the hassle trying to find enough materials due to the constant presence of kairagi and nobushi, those annoying, arrogant samurais. but you digress. you have collected everything you two needed for another few days, or a week if your little fledgling doesn't decide to feast on the melons for a late night snack.

getting up whilst stretching your body out; you adjust your kimono sleeves and pick up the small crate. you can just about imagine the smile that made your little brother's face shine brighter than the sun, the thought of being able to provide so much more for him in a few days time made you elated.

“hmm...♪” you began to hum a tune to yourself as you made your way back home. smiling as yet another thought entered your mind; perhaps you could make that flower crown today aside from simply making a fruit snack. you did pluck three dendrobiums, and the sakura tree that's not too far away from your residence is still very much well.

more idle and comfortable silence surrounded you and the hauntingly beautiful nature of tatarasuna, birds of dawn singing along to your tune as the cold breeze harshly attacked your exposed arms. the tips of your fingers along with your knuckles were red, you could only imagine how red your cheeks must be from the cold.

roaring thunder could be heard in the distance and you make a mental note to prepare that comfortable spot in your home for your little brother along with yourself.

apart from a harsh cold breeze and the chirping of the birds, your quiet humming occupied the silence as you made your way home.

— — —

“where are you going, wanderer?”

the youth paused in his tracks, turning his attention to a little boy sitting outside a small house. as his gaze met the little one's, he didn't know what to respond, not through words but rather with a small smile.

the little one was quick to reciprocate that smile, a bright smile.

the fledgling's attention soon fell on the wandering youth's get-up, that veil he had on his person especially.

the child got up from his position and approached the wanderer, the little one's expression still bright with life in spite of how evidently fragile he appeared.

the intent to talk was there on both their ends, but there's only so much they could say. however, the child spoke before the eccentric wanderer could, “my name is izumi. what's yours?” it may be somewhat of an illusion at first glance, but the little boy's expression seemed to brighten in curiosity. with a small smile as the youth sat down to the little one's level, he introduced himself calmly.

“kabukimono.”

a name that he didn't wish to use. but he's got no other option.

a quiet 'oh' escaped izumi, murmuring the name to himself once as a means to memorize it.

“it's nice to meet you, kabukimono.” the little one beamed, extending his small hand out for the eccentric individual as a greeting.

for a moment, the kabukimono hid his hands beneath the silken fabric of his attires' sleeve. but he didn't remain contemplative for long as he, too, extended his hand out. similar to izumi, the cold palm of his hand gently held the little one's warm one, a soft smile adorning the eccentric's face.

“it's nice to meet you too, izumi." said kabukimono, his expression softening as he saw the little one's smile brighten.

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at long last, here you finally were! the familiar sight of your home allowed for a tremendous amount of relief to wash over your entire being. feet numb from the cold, and you're sure you're going to catch a cold like last time, but you believe you should be fine... hopefully.

you were more surprised to not see your little brother greeting you like usual, but you figured he's probably taking a nap.

setting the small crate full of lavender melons and fresh fruit, not to forget the three dendrobiums you brought along with you. and you swing the door open with a content and bright smile, “izumi! i'm...”

you pause, the cold enveloping you whole as your eyes land on the stranger sitting down beside your brother. who and why was someone here?

izumi was quick to greet you with a bright smile, “(name)! you're back!” he got up and was about to sprint towards you, only for him to be stunned by not only his condition but your gaze that burned holes into the stranger's skull. clearly suspicious.

“...izumi—” “hold on! i can explain,”

kabukimono reciprocated your suspicious glare with a confused and clearly nervous expression, a hand held up to the feather ornament he had as he did everything in his power to avert your gaze, but found himself unable to. choosing to not remain in silence, he got up from his seat and stood beside your brother, hand still clenched onto the golden ornament.

a quiet sigh escaped you as you crossed your arms. attention now on izumi as you waited for his supposed explanation. “go ahead.” you spoke calmly, something that distracted the kabukimono out of his initial nervousness under your gaze, but he digressed.

“(name), this is kabukimono. kabukimono, this is (name).” the little one stood between you two as he did the honors, looking up at both of you with a warm smile. “kabukimono was wandering around, we talked for a bit then decided to go inside since it was cold. he even cut some of the left over melons for me!”

rather simplified, as always. but hearing your little brother's reasoning began to make you feel less suspicious of this wanderer, but more guilty for already assuming the worst of his intentions.

your gaze met kabukimono's, and you smiled as his gaze locked with yours for a moment. you sighed through your nose as you bowed your head down apologetically, “i'm sorry,” you spoke in a soft and apologetic tone, bringing your head back up. “i hope you can forgive me for my unwarranted behavior.”

you spoke much more softly than before, it completely made that nervousness he felt dissipate entirely. he reciprocated your smile with a small one, only nodding subtly in affirmation to your words, which made you feel a little better.

“ah, that reminds me—” you spoke whilst walking backwards, carrying the small crate again and showcasing it to your little brother who beamed at the sight of so many lavender melons. “hehe, seems someone's looking forward to dinner.” you chuckled as you ruffled izumi's hair playfully, setting the crate down then closing the door behind you.

“now,” you spoke yet again, your gaze on kabukimono once more. “allow me to introduce myself; you can call me (name). i am izumi's older sibling.” your smile softened as you introduced yourself, to which he reciprocated that soft smile with his once small smile widening slightly.

a quiet hum escaped you as the distant roaring of thunder can be heard, and you already proposed an activity for you three to do.

make yourselves comfortable.

“yeah, you won't be leaving anytime soon,” you remarked as you guided your guest further into your humble little home, izumi walking beside him with a smile.

“the storm won't go away for a while, so how about you stay for the night, kabukimono?”

taglist ( open, comment under the series masterpost to be added! ): @featuredtofu , @alatusorrow , @aruatsu , @ieatruinguards , @chibiduck .

#mundanities with kabukimono #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kabukimono #kabukimono x reader #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader

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littlecashmereheart · 10 months ago

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My flower diary

Wax plum robai (chimonanthus) 💛 For me, the beauty of this fragile tree became a discovery last year, when I first saw it bloom. This year it bloomed earlier than usual. Wax plum is the most fragrant and tender. Yellow petals against the backdrop of blue summer, like harbingers of spring, warm you from the inside - and this despite the fact that we have had a cold hurricane wind in recent days… Plum blossoms very unevenly - somewhere there are only buds that will open by February, and somewhere in warmer regions they are already blooming vigorously, opening and falling from strong gusts of wind. Magnolia trees are also quietly preparing for their awakening. Time flies and soon the cities will be covered with white and pink lace clouds of sakura, but for now we are slowly observing the beauty of the small things of everyday life…

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neko-naruto · 1 year ago

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"I think he would like the pink."

So I was thinking about the cherry biome release date and I just, I wanted to draw something because of that, don't know why. I know I'm what, twenty seven days late, but it's still a contribution to the memory of him, so, I'd say it counts even though it's not perfect. I usually don't draw a lot, but I do like to do mixed media, so please excuse how shoddy Techno looks because I never really draw humanoids, mainly backdrops and scenery if ever.

Anyways, stuff I used to make it: pencil, marker, oil pastel, water color (dry on dry), and colored pencils! Most prominent being the water colors and least prominent being the pencil crayons

Tagging @h3xt0r @sobredunia @samathekittycat @plutoprophecy @lucifers-golden-bitch-apparently and @disasterofahuman because fuck it I worked hard on that art and I want everyone in the mutual tree house to see it

Also I splurged and wrote a ficlet to go with it, I assure you the quality of the fic is better than the art-

Techno gave a sigh as his hand ghosts through the stem of a pink flower, they were so small, so fragile and delicate. And he supposed that now he also was, stuck in this pseudo ghost form. His sense of touch and mortality comes and goes, but he can't be snuffed from this existence, so long as he's remembered. Even when his mortality is strong and he can touch and feel and live, a drop won't kill him nor will an arrow jutting through his skull.

He didn't know this biome existed, he didn't know there was a place so pink. He's shocked that the animals don't turn pink with how much they graze on petals. Cherry trees and Sakura petals litter the air as he drifts through the fields, it's like looking in a distorted mirror. So many hues of pink and magenta, like his skin, his hair, and his eyes, he loves it. He's aware his cape is phasing through the grass as it drags on the ground, velvet red fabric trailing behind him, the animals are curious. The rabbits stare at him from burrows betwixt roots, the bees flutter around his form curiously, and the pigs, they simply saunter past him.

He smiles a bit as he takes a seat on the ground below him, the sensation of the grass jutting into his form still makes him cringe. He knows it's only pressing into the memory of his form, the outline of what people saw him as- he barely grasps his own memories. He still doesn't like the way it feels having grass, twigs and leaves pass through his skin. He waits patiently for the creatures to crowd him, bees land on the petals around him, he raises a hand to brush across the striped fuzz. The bug doesn't shy away, it's like he doesn't even exist, Technos smile falters for a moment.

He gives another sigh as he stands up and leaves his space in the depths of the grove. The grass starts to give under his boots, his physicality returning even if only for a brief moment. His pace picks up just a bit, he can feel the holster of his sword hit his leg as it jostles, he usually can't. He's alive again, but he might as well be dead at the same time, just with a body and a mind left over in the process. He can feel his legs move as he walks, he can feel his breathing enter and exit. His chest rises and falls, the fabric against his skin is there and real once more. He has hands to grab stuff again, hands that'll actually work when he tries to grab stuff at that.

He's quick to trail them across the bark of the tree trunks and the petals of the cherry trees, the textures are there, he's not just phasing through them. The bark is a dark shade, nearly black and where it peels back he can see that the flesh of the tree is faintly pink. He let's his nails dig into it and the fresh wood gives under his touch ever so slightly, it's damp and soft, not suitable for building with. But he wouldn't mind a pink house, or one with pink highlights at least, it wouldn't be that bad.

Then he's climbing up a hill, one a bit steeper than he had accounted for. But the dirt under his nails and catching on his cape and his feet pressing into soft ground as he climbs make up for it. It feels like life again, what he remembers, the slight burn across his tendons, it's adrenaline. He misses adrenaline, the rush of blood as he comes further up the edge of the mountain, it's so familiar yet so distant and all he can do is hope his physicality doesn't falter.

When he makes it to the top he's heaving his breath, hands on his knees as he leans forward, trying to regain some oxygen in his body. His face is burning and his pulse is racing, he hasn't had a strain on his body (even though it's light compared too fights he's fought) in so very, very long. It feels good, even as he hobbles over to sit down next to a tree, he crosses his legs, one over the other. He's grinning, he doesn't know why though, it just feels good to be real again, he's sure that it'll fade soon enough.

But he loves it so much, to be real in a place with so much pink.

"You good man?" Sapnap asked gently as he sat down next to Dream, the latter gave a nod.

"Fine," Dream answered with quietly, staring at the grove of trees in front of them, down at the base of the sloping mountain they built into.

Sapnap placed a hand on Dreams back, "You sure about that? You've been awfully quiet since we got here."

Dream gave a sigh, "I'm sure."

Sapnap nods, "Alright."

He follows Dreams gaze into the orchard of cherry trees and Sakura blossoms. His hands drop to tug at the hem of his shirt, unsure of what to say as an uneasy silence falls over them. He catches a glimpse of Georges familiar outfit, bright blues that stand out against the green of the grass. He's practically running up the hill, bundle of flowers in hand, bright pink petals and twigs. He has to stop and heave his breath when he makes it back up, falling back and sitting on the opposite side of Dream.

He props himself up on his elbows, "Found some flowers," he hands them to Sapnap who gives a brief thanks.

"Hey George," Dream begins, George gives a hum of acknowledgement, "Do you think he'd like this place?"

It takes George a moment to fully register the words, but he nods, "Definitely," He fully sits up and leans against Dream a little bit, "It's really nice down there."

Dream doesn't respond right away, focusing more on mechanizing his breath than reminiscing. It's something better to focus on than memories of days past, "It looks nice."

"Yeah, wonder if there's any cherries down there," Sapnap said gently, he let go of the hem of his shirt, returning his hand to Dreams back and nudging a little bit.

No response from Dream, Georges smile falters, Sapnap feels a little bit worried.

"Are you feeling alright?" George asked gently, he nudged Dreams shoulder a little bit.

Dream nods, "I'm fine, I just," He pauses to take a breath, "I think he would like the pink."

George and Sapnap share glances of mild concern.

"He probably would," George said softly.

"He'd probably want us to go check it out instead of sulking too," Sapnap added on almost nervously, he got a glare from George.

Dream gave a weak chuckle, "You're right," he heaved a sigh as he stood up, "Let's go check it out."

#technoblade #technoblade fanart #technoblade fanfic #dsmp #dsmp fanfic #writing #art #mixed media #fanfic #fanart #fanfiction #fan art #fan fic #fan fiction #my art #dreamwastaken #sapnap #georgenotfound

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silentvoicescryingout · 2 years ago

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Hana

Ino loved Sakura through all her phases–sometimes from up close, and sometimes from afar. Sometimes her love was sweet and bright, like dango-sticks. Other times it drilled deep into parts of her that were dark, cold and dampened like the underlayers of scorched, fertile soil.

She loved things from their beginning, loved them to their end once or twice.

Her mother had told her she was simply made that way–born with soil in one hand, and seeds in the other, always looking for places to plant roots, seeking new lives to nurture and tend to. A true florist's daughter, able to coax even the shyest petals to unfurl in the light with the gentle strength of her hands. Some were poisonous, some healing and others that could provide sustenance and strength.

From the day she first laid eyes on a girl with cherry blossom hair and rose petal cheeks, lily pad eyes and a cherry-like mouth, it was as if all she dreamed of was spring.

Sakura.

She tended to her with more care than she gave to any of the other beings that grew in her garden. She was Ino’s special blossom, which at the beginning needed consistent attention and murmured words to coax quivering buds to spread open fragile petals. Her project of passion that could so easily be scared into dormancy by a strong breeze or droplet of icy water.

She fertilized her soil with her own two hands, imbuing confidence, grit, nutrients of character. She showered her with praises, moistening delicate stems so they might grow firmer, stronger to withstand the harsh winds of harsher words and cutting gazes.

Ino watched and waited, cradled her close and stiffened her spine when she wilted, when she cried her petals dry. Some days, she wanted to keep her in glass, protect her in full bloom, for people to admire but only herself to reach in and feel.

She pushed when all she wanted was to pull closer, forcing herself away from this sprouting blossom she’d planted, watching as her roots burrow deeper, spread farther than just her own garden. And, oh, did she bloom: a wild thing invading outside soils, rooting itself and taking shape in so many other peoples’ hearts.

And when she was torn, uprooted by his traumas and psychotic machinations, Ino was there once more. Cradling her in gentle hands, carefully replanting. She became sunlight, and drowned her cherry blossom in it. She poured and poured, until Sakura no longer wilted, until the stems thickened and petals unfurled in the brightest shade of pink she had ever seen.

When the day came that the earth split and fell open under their feet and the sky bled with the tears of a thousand lifetimes, she finally looked with her eyes instead of searching for meaning with her planter’s hands.

Ino saw Sakura in a way she had never before. She realized that her blossom, her beloved flower, thrived best under conditions that she was not able to provide. No matter the ways in which she tended her, shielded her (and trimmed away at her, clipped her stems) she grew, stretching higher, branching wide and bright in the nighttime, face upturned to the dark, luminescence of a stoic night sky.

So, she watched as the flower was plucked from her garden, silencing the cries of her aching heart and focusing instead on the way those blood-stained hands handled the blossoms with such care, fingers scarred and gnarled, stroking against those vibrant petals oh so gently.

She would be planted elsewhere to sweeten the worlds with her fragrance; she could only hope it was under the widest and starriest of skies.

Yugao, Ino mused— breathless as she watched him watch her, with those deep, dark, eyes— would have been a better name for a woman who blossomed as Sakura did, under the dark gray and lavender sides of the moon.

Tag list: @ephemeredoll @lezzxe @psalloacappella

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mayarsh · 6 months ago

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@fantasythetrashywriter SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY DELETE YOUR ASK. I'll answer it here, sorry, pal..

What is your nickname?

Maya, but feel free to give me your own nickname ;)

When is your birthday?

9 May

What was your longest relationship?

Errr, i never date anyone so, with my parents, ig

What is your favorite book?

The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett, Black Butler series by Yana Toboso, and all of Dazai Osamu's works.

What is something you're insecure about?

How fragile my body is. But overall, i'm pretty grateful at myself ^^

5 Female celebrity crushes

None, it's hard for me to get a crush at anyone i barely know

5 Male celebrity crushes

Well, i do had a crush on my best friend but, he's not a celebrity. Soo, none at all :)

What is your dream job?

ANIMATOR 🗣️🔥🔥🔥

What do you consider your biggest accomplishment?

Accidentally created the most toxic relationship that somehow complements each other between my ocs.

What is a fact about you that nobody would believe?

Nobody in my school would believe that i'm not the 'obedient and genius' kid. Like, what the hell???

I tried expressing them my true side, stopped acting and just being myself but everyone just goes, "You've change because you played with X. You're not the one i've known anymore". Golly... Looks like they prefer to see me keep pretending.

What were your highs and lows for this last month?

My mental health keeps getting better, yipeee! My ptsd didn't get triggered much often, yay =w= ♪

But, my friends will soon graduate. I know i should be happy for them, but i can't help but feel sad knowing they'll leave :"<

Where is somewhere you'd like to visit?

I'd love to visit Japan and see the blooming sakura with my own eyes. But for now, i really want to visit a library and a bookstore, which my small town didn't have TwT

How do you de-stress?

Listening music, watching my favourite vtuber's streams, and opening tumblr

What are your favorite apps besides tumblr?

Errr, maybe Youtube, Magia Record, or Pokemon Unite 😅

Describe yourself in one sentence.

No thought, my head filled with ocs

What do you think makes you attractive?

My skill at gaming, lmao

Or how much i cared about others, ig

What is something you're really good at?

I've answered it here

What is something you're really bad at?

Any physical activities and memorizing things

A time that you told a lie.

I despise lying, but being honest all the time will get you into much troubles. So if it's necessary, i only tell half-truth.

What's a totally random and useless fact that you know?

For the random fact, if you're a japanese student and someone puts a flower on your desk, that means they're wishing for your demise because putting flower on someone's desk is a way to honour that desk owner's death

And for the useless fact, with or without seatbelt, you'll die in a car crash

I just think that's interesting, thx goodness i'm not a japanese student or owning a car :)

Who knows you the best?

Few of my close friends. I feel safe near them and they accept me for who i am :"D

What is your most prized possession?

N & Zorua fastener accessory charm and a Zorua plushie i bought online!

(ps. I heard that the Zorua plushie came from an UFO catcher.. dunno what's that, but i bought the plush for 300k idr. I spend my lifesaving on that and never regret that decision, teehee >v<)

What is your longest friendship?

I befriended a boy since elementary and we're still best friend until this very second! Our friendship keeps getting better from time to time =w=

When did you first feel like an adult?

After finished my playthrough of Pokemon White and starts to see everything as shades of grays, metaphorically

Do you/ Have you played any sports?

Yeah. Though, i'm only good at chess

How are you feeling right now?

Kinda sick, but i'm fineee~♪/srs

Are you an early bird or a night owl?

Night owl for life!

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Maybe for some people that thing was true, but i find it hard to believe. Falling in love with someone you've just met?? Even without knowing them as a person???

How. Is. That. Possible!!???

Favorite song lyrics right now?

I've also answered it here

What does self care look like for you?

Doing things you love (even if it's your guilty pleasure)

Describe yourself with 3 singers.

Ado, Trickle, and Rachie

(ps. I want to add Kikuo, but then remember that he's not a singer, but a vocaloid producer. Oh my..)

What makes you nervous?

When standing on a stage and everyone satres at me and when thinking about my crush (the funny part is, when i'm near him, i didn't feel nervous at all, lol)

What’s a pet peeve you have?

Having trouble at understanding emotions and worrying too much about future.

What will always make you cry?

That one scene in Rebellion where Homura 'worships' Ultimate Madoka/Madokami. The way the Chiwa Saito delivers her line and the track Dream World being played in the background. It feels like experiencing it as Homura herself :"<

What kind of first impression do you think you make on people?

Uhh, dunno. Maybe the way i talk? Or how i look? I honestly don't know how to answer this one :"D

#thanks for the ask!!#[maya answers]#fantasythetrashywriter #tw kys mention

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liroyalty · 6 months ago

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🐲 okay but what if??

Send me 🐲 & I’ll make a dragon for your character(s) based in my House of the Dragonriders AU.

Sakura's dragon would be a brightly colored wyrm type, made up almost complete white color.

Muted pink wing membranes & horns stand out against the dragon white, with her eyes being a soft yellow.

Her size is small & fragile looking, making her look unfit for war, but makes up for lack of size for speed with a large wing span.

A she-dragon from Rozefyre's broodline.

She's not much one for fighting & like her rider, is an usual pacifist dragon, making her a laughing stock among other dragonriders & worry for what would happen to her eggs if & when she eventually lays them.

She sleeps on a next made of flowers she painstaking collected into a pile fit for her & her favorite choice of meat is pork.

It's implied that this she-dragon has some type of mate-ship with the serpent dragon Xokat, but that's entirely unconfirmed.

#akumanoken #『v!house of the dragonriders』

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koushirouizumi · 4 months ago

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vimeo

Digimon Adventure 02 ~ A.M.V. {Anime Music Video} Title: “Kocchi wo Muite” {“Look This Way”} Sung by: Yukana Nogami Music © CLAMP / Kodansha (Originally from: Cardcaptor Sakura) Featuring Duo/Ship/O.T.P: + {Daikari} / {DaiHika} (with equal Hikari<->Daisuke P.O.V's, though leaning a bit more in Hikari->Daisuke focus) [+Bonus Ken, 02 Chosen as Support; Taichi & Hikari as Platonic/Familial/Supporting each Other]; {KenDai(+Miya)Hika can be read in; However, the main focus of this one is Daikari specifically, with KenDaiHika as side Poly!}

Summary:

“Although you show COURAGE, YOU’VE{?} got it Backwards A {maiden}[?]’s Heart is {fragile} and Trying…”

“Throughout all of the {xxxx} WE’RE Invincible”–

Digimon Adventure 02 © Toei Animation A.M.V. by Me No $$$ is being made off this Fanwork

Notes: - The 1st minute took about 45 min; 2nd part made took about just over 2hr’s; The 3rd+4th parts from interlude on took 35~ min each, Altogether, it's already taken 3~4+ hr's. - This is my 08/02 Focus work, for August 2nd anniversary of Adventures timeline! (by August 2nd, Vamdemon's invasion of Odaiba had Begun) Daisuke, who was initially captured inside the same center as Odaiba convention center Vamdemon kept Tailmon trapped in; just might have come across a Certain Person (or two) Near this and the following exact Day{s}... (Alluding to Daisuke's official Drama CD audio Track from "Digimon Adventure 02: Spring 2003"!) - This A.M.V. is overall a Standalone work. (It is not directly involved with my other work); However, it can be considered a work For the storyline that’s a precursor to Repeat-verse, which came before that story was conceived!) Therefore, it can be watched as a Standalone! - I reused a part of an older edit for the earliest Tri P.V.; (for timing placements) it had an old subtitle on, but I’ll remove that for the finished version! - (There is a moment of Hurricane Touchdown!Taichi for Timing) {As it works for my fan-‘verse, I left it in, with a bonus by end!} However, the work is overall/near-wholly 02-focused (so far)! - There is a small amount of out-of-context scenes, However, they’re meant to overall parallel the lyric{s} on-screen. - There is a single Tri spoiler from Kyousei; involving the character of "Homeostasis", that (mind)-possesses Hikari briefly in Adventure Ep. 45 previously. {"Gennai" [Tri] can also be seen for some short seconds} - Major handful of "The Beginning" sequel spoilers by ending; However, it's all actually immediately Pre-Final battle. (The Digimon in final battle can be seen Clearly, +Rui)

{I have not yet re-written the Daikari storyline involved with the past ficverse of mine in full; So please take this work as a sort of preview to it!} The ending lines and following sequences especially hint/allude a little more to my ficverse's potential turnouts; but it can be viewed/read as semi or even fully canon compliant too!

(Further lyric{s} under ‘read more’!)

“Turn this way, don't look anywhere else, darling It'd be bad if you weren't completely by MY side… Although you show courage, you've got it backwards A maiden's heart is fragile and trying—”

If we get separated by any distance I’ll come after you

(J.P.N): {Verse #1} Kocchi wo muite yo So mi shinaide Daarin Chanto watashi no soba ni inakucha dame da yo Tsuyogari datte uragaeshi Otome-gokoro kyun to setsunai…

Donna ni tookute hanarete 'te mo Oikakete 'ku wa— I'm like a jasmine flower, right? You want to turn towards my strong fragrance I love you more than anyone So look at only me, okay?

{Verse #2} If it’s for "love", you’ll get stronger, darling So it’s true, I’ll "always" be your ""cute kid""-- Although there are some bad feelings in life No one will ever give up on a m a i d e n’s heart--(?)

Throughout all of the pain We’re invincible

I’m clumsy around you Protect only ME A magical love ONLY for US We should KEEP THAT our S E {C R E T}— Jasumin no hana no you ni ne Tsuyoku kaotte furimukasetai Dare yori mo anata ga suki Watashi dake mitsumete ite ne?

Koi no tame nara tsuyoku nareru no Daarin Honto wa zutto kawaii ko de itai kedo Yakimochi datte maji da kara Otome-gokoro dare ni mo makenai

Donna ni tsurai koto ga atte mo Futari wa muteki--

Bukiyou na anata no koto Mamoreru no wa watashi dake da yo Koi no mahou futari ni dake Wakariaeru HI{MITSU na n’ da yo}–

I'm like a "jasmine flower", right? You want to turn towards my strong fragrance I love you more than anyone So look at only me, okay?

Jasumin no hana no you ni ne Tsuyoku kaotte furimukasetai Dare yori mo anata ga suki Watashi dake mitsumete ite ne?

NOTE: The speaker may be speaking as if theyre NOT BEING CONSISTENT with their {FEELINGs}.

(Implied/Spoken): {My fic-verse Only}

"...I'm sorry." {"For before"}

"{None of it was} 'Your fault'." -Hikari to Daisuke

{"...It wasn't 'YOURS', EITHER--"}

[Note: Please regard banners BEFORE INTERACTING] (Failure to acknowledge may likely result in Block)

#daikari #daihika #hisuke #hikarixdaisuke #hikari x daisuke #kendaihika #repeat hikari #coftff hikari #coftff daihika #coftff daisuke #coftff ken #daikari manifesto #koushirouizumi daihika #koushirouizumi hikari #koushirouizumi 02 hikari #koushirouizumi daisuke #adventures timeline: from hs to uni for 02 chosen #verse: hs to uni au daihika #verse: clone chosen #verse: clone chosen timeline spinoffs #coftff timeline: post daisuke meeting my ocs #coftff timeline: from hikaris 1st arc to daisukes finale arc #coftff timeline: post ken achieving pucchiemon+ultimate #verse: {+royal au} taichi captured #verse: hikari vs ladydevimon #verse: ladydevimon attempting controlling hikari #verse: clone koushiro reset the timelines #verse: koushiros past memories slowly awakening #(i mANAGED TO SAVE THIS ONE AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MINUTE AFTER x2 W.M.M CRASHES INCLUDING x2 WHILE SAVING)#(JUST GETTING THIS UP TOOK 2+ MORE HR'S OK I CANT FIX IT MUCH BETTER FOR NOW PLS ACCEPT AS IS tHANKYOU I DID MY BEST)

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team7-headquarter · 2 years ago

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Okay, but listen:

Sakura — Spring: hope born anew, the prettiest pay off, soon to be death, beginnings and healing, trying again and again, fragility intertwined with strength, common days, open fields of endless flowers, pastel life and childish joy, love sweet as candy and bugs tiny as wishes and rain gentle as tears, clarity and security and someone to go back to and protect, someone to wait for you not matter how long it takes, someone to remember you once you're gone, melting snow, dancing feet that shake the ground, rivers flowing through rock, trees firmly rooted to the end, mountains to climb, hands to hold, the silence of the mouth and the sounds of the world.

Naruto — Summer: radiance and purity, beaming suns and dark blue skies twinkling with stars as bright as eyes, strong winds that mess with hair and dresses, all the colors of the rainbow coming at you in arcs over your head, immortality and victory, burning dreams, the desire that cleans and blesses the ground, laughter and labor and losing carnival games, ice cream and parents that walk with their children hand by hand, childhood and hugs and endless horizons extending until you can't see the light anymore, hikes through the woods, parting ways, being underwater, drowning

Kakashi — Autumn: grief and mourning, past love that lives forever in the hurt it left behind, storm clouds, leaves raining in all colors, houses with open doors, carved wood like scars in faces and shaking hands like shaking trees by the wind, old friends and memories and photographs in some bedroom, plans as food that sticks to the tongue, lightning and thunder and stares that spark fire, electrical adrenaline to the veins, the rush of the waves against the shore, boats and fishes and fishermen, nighttime stories, legends and heroic feats, company, misery, loyalty and goodbyes.

Sasuke — Winter: long shadows, long faces, long swores hanging by a thread, fireplaces in masions and ruins, silverware on the table, fur thicker than blood and blood warmer than flames and flames brighter than the moon itself, dark dark paths to walk alone, secrecy and whispers, howls, hunger, the beauty of the first snow, the impact of a tiny snowball, gloves and scarfs and motherly yells, sleeping under a blanket, roasted vegetables and meat, bodies in piles, bodies in beds, bodies in benches and trenches and hugs tight enough to break bones, sleep and rest, forgiveness, family.

#naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto uzumaki #sakura haruno #kakashi hatake #sasuke uchiha #team kakashi #team 7

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linnorabeifong · 1 year ago

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Sad LinZin

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51166699/chapters/129563737

TW for miscarriage.

Notes: I've always considered why Lin never had kids, her not wanting them is perfectly valid and in-line with her character but she also has a lot of maternal moments and I could really see her as a mother or wanting a child. This fic was born from the idea that maybe she did want kids and just couldn't have them and the tension that would create in her relationship and how she would cope with it (Hint:not well).

Summary: Lin breaks the news to Tenzin.

Chapter 4: "Sakura"

Tenzin enters the guest room, discovering Lin staring into space, her mouth contorted in a grimace. A hiss escapes her lips. His mother is running healing water over what he assumes is the source of her pain. Had she gotten injured at work ? Did she eat something bad?

She turns towards him. Her glassy eyes staring at him, a silent plea. He swiftly moves across the room to comfort her. He envelops one of her hands in his own and begins rubbing her back with the other. Usually she would hate to be this affectionate in front of other people. Something was wrong. She looks on the verge of tears. Lin Beifong rarely cried.

“Lin what’s wrong?” he asks, panicked.

When he hears the words leave Lin’s lips his heart skips a beat. It takes a moment for him to realize what she said and what that meant. Silent tears stream down his face, equal parts confusion, grief and concern for her.

He had just learned about the baby, just began to lay out plans and to grow excited. Now it is all gone. The spirits had given them a blessing just to take it away.

He had imagined a little girl with Lin’s beautiful eyes and the sweet giggle she only let a few people hear. A perfect, chubby little girl. He had already debated between countless names and decided on a few to talk to Lin about. Fang, Lotus, Ikki.

Sakura was his favorite. It evoked memories of visiting the fire nation with Lin. Excitedly running through the streets of Caldera and eating sweets. The humidity of the islands which he hates; is delightful to her. It is her favorite place in the world; a secret she kept well guarded. “It just feels right,” she had explained to him. Something about the blazing red sun called her. The heat suited her; she always hated the cold. If given her pick of any color she would choose red every time. Red like the sun. Red like the roses she adored. Red like blood…

Sakura, like the nation she loved, and like the delicate blossoms that remind Tenzin of her. Pink and sweet smelling. A sign of a beautiful, fresh spring’s arrival.

Sakura, the cherry blossom wallpaper Lin had in her room. The embroidery of her bed spread. The festival she went to each year.

Sakura.

Sakura, their blooms only last for two weeks. The joy they bring is fleeting.

White and pink petals fade to brown.

Sakura.

Sakura, the precious blossoms wilt and die. They never get to see the spring they announce.

Sakura, the perfect blooms, fall to the dirty ground.

Sakura, they decay, and return to the earth from which they came.

Sakura, who would weep for something as fragile and fleeting as a flower ?

He would.

He would weep forever. Yet he sees the pain on her face, how she is gritting her teeth to bare the agony. His pales in comparison to hers. He squeezes her hand.

Please, don’t fade like a flower my love. Please, he thinks but does not say.

A blood curdling scream of grief leaves her lips. He speaks, she does not hear. He stares, she does not see. The healing water does nothing for her pain, mental or physical. Katara returns it to the water skin. At first her breathing accelerates then, it halts altogether. No air finds her lungs.

Please. Please, breathe.

#linzin #grief #legend of korra #lin beifong #tenzin

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thelunarfairy · 11 months ago

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A long analysis about the Yugi twins

How should I start? Maybe in a more objective way, or perhaps with a "once upon a time"

No? haha I imagined.

How could I start with "once upon a time" when there is no fairy tale in this story? Maybe it's more like the Grimm brothers' tales.

The story of two twin brothers that culminated in a mysterious family tragedy, how should we tell this story?

How about we start with brotherly love?

Oh yes, that's a good start.

The melancholic, brotherly love of the Yugi twins. Ah… the love of identical twins, more intense than the love of ordinary brothers, there is a connection, a bond, being born together and sharing the best and worst moments of life, discovering the world little by little, each in their own way . .

Their love transcends and surpasses death.

A beautiful story, isn't it?

But why do most beautiful stories tend to be so sad? A 4-year-old child who gives up his own life because his older twin brother will no longer be by his side in the future.

A younger brother who feels rejected, unloved and who strives to his own limits to win the love of his older brother, come on, see him fill his room with toys, books about stars, what else Amane likes ?

He wanted to do something for him, to give Amane a kind of genuine happiness, even with such simple and small gestures. For a four-year-old boy, giving someone his favorite things would make him happy, wouldn't it?

He gave everything to Amane, including the health he wanted so much.

And in exchange for that, he gained solitude.

The first shock was born here, the disappearance, the despair, the sadness, the melancholy. How many times can you imagine little Amane leaning against the window looking up at the sky, hoping and wishing that his brother would miraculously appear to him?

Amane's desire that brought his own pain.

How did he react to Tsukasa's return? Did he cry with happiness? Did he pretend he was strong enough to not let the tears fall in front of him?

Are you listening? Yes, the sound of silence, we still don't have an answer.

There is the first great brotherly love here, a younger brother who fears the death of the older one, who did everything to make his days happier, who found a way to save his brother… And the firstborn, the one who just wanted to be healthy like his twin, he suffered the sudden and inexplicable absence of the youngest.

What were the consequences of this? Insecurity? Lack? possessiveness? Want to be in control? Did Tsukasa's disappearance change Amane?

What has changed at Amane?

What kind of love did he feel after Tsukasa's return? What happened in the interim between childhood and pre-adolescence that culminated in such a tragic end?

All we have are symbols, metaphors, flashbacks. The flowers that surround them in moments of tension or reunion, the camellias, which represent love itself.

We could list its colors, but only one interests us, red. The color that reflects on Hanako's clothes, which represents him as a whole. The red camellia, the one that represents love, passion…. Passion?

They appear between Hanako and Tsukasa, in the same intensity as they appear between Hanako and Nene.

What do they have in common?

Love… but what kind of love?

The human being is a handmade work, as complex as all the stars that mysteriously float in a dark immensity. How many ways could a human being love?

The flowers represent passionate love, romantic love, the love that Amane feels for Nene, but then, why do they appear to Tsukasa? Why is Tsukasa sometimes represented by Sakura flowers, those that show femininity and fragility?

How would Tsukasa fit in here? Freud could help us with this, he, with all his wisdom and experience, showed us a new concept of unacceptable love, the tragedy of Oedipus, the boy who, as a child, had loving and hostile desires towards his mother.

The boy who would kill his father and marry his own mother. Oh, another tragic story involving forbidden love, sound familiar?

What kind of love did Amane sow and allow to grow? What was Tsukasa to him? And what does Amane represent to Tsukasa?

"Oedipus complex: The Oedipus Complex is a phenomenon described by psychoanalyst Freud to designate a time in child development in which the child develops loving feelings for the parent or family member."

I could spend hours explaining the concept, but I believe you already understand perfectly where I'm going. We are on the fine line between brotherly love and romantic love, what separates them in the case of twins?

That's the right question.

At what point was Amane's love sown? There are no answers, just clues. The suggestive touches, the strangely romantic and sometimes ambiguous displays of affection, the light touch on the older brother's lips

A warm hug enveloping him between his legs.

An almost reunion kiss

The older brother on top of the younger one, while he places one of his hands on Amane's arm and gently touches his lips with the other, as if waiting for him to come closer.

Amane's squinty eyes looking shyly at the camera "there's someone watching us"

What would you understand if I used a random couple's name during these times? Isn't this an intimate and intense moment between a couple?

We could perfectly confuse the type of love that exists between them… romantic love, brotherly love… love… obsessive…

Ah… one of the evils of the world, obsessive love, a complete and dangerously alarming package. It is a love that transforms people, making them obsessed, controlling, selfish, inconsequential, disrespectful, jealous, and invasive (with unfounded distrust and suspicion).

I'll ask once again, does it remind you of anyone?

Can you see in those golden eyes a love that shines through your whole healthy way of being? No? This does not exist in the universe that hovers in Amane's head and heart.

What is his is HIS. There is no second option, there is no other alternative, it is his, it is for him, it is all related only to him. Nene is his, Tsukasa too. And if both of them are about to get out of his control, he traps them, like birds that have just lost their wings.

It's a selfish love… It's a jealousy so painful that he cries to the point of almost getting sick. The terror of loss, he hates losing. How did Hanako shock people by crying inconsolably after her little brother kissed the girl he likes?

Would he cry the same way if it was someone else who had kissed Nene? Would he have cried like that if Akane had kissed Nene on the day of the elevator?

Hmm….it's not just about her….

Why did Hanako start showing more love for Tsukasa when he kissed her? Hanako found the two of them falling to the bottom of the abyss of number one's boundary, and he went to Tsukasa.

He wasn't looking at Nene, he wasn't talking to her, he was talking to Tsukasa. He looked him in the eyes without trembling, without hesitating, without yelling

He placed him between his arms and later wrapped them between his neck. He saved them both equally.

And even though he showed irritation, he denied being angry, was he just jealous of Nene? If he was jealous, if he was suspicious, why would he throw Nene to Tsukasa? Why would he scream his name with so much concern?

Why was he so embarrassed when Tsukasa found out that he wants to do perverted things? Embarrassed to the point of turning red all over, including his hands, embarrassed to the point of almost crying, can we see a tear falling here?

Yes, he was more embarrassed here than when Nene kissed him on the cheek….

The chaotic energy that emanates from these two, uncontrollable, one is calm and the other is storm, the Yin and Yang, the sun and the moon. Come, allow me to show you Tsukasa once again being represented in a feminine way, when he becomes the moon of Amane.

Yes, the moon, the one that represents yin, femininity, the opposite of the sun, the masculine, virility, masculinity. Ah, the moon, the one that Amane loves, the one that Amane dreams of finding every day, touching it, making it his own.

Why would Tsukasa be her representation?

Many say that it's because Tsukasa is Amane's treasure, the one who made him give up on his own dreams, the moon is Amane's unattainable hope of freeing himself from the ropes, the ties that don't allow him to float so far.

The moon is the light in the middle of the darkness that he seeks so much.

Who is Amane looking for so much?

Tsukasa?

It's convenient that he's the moon, she represents the unattainable, the love of an older brother that can't be completely true because he knows it's an equally… unattainable love…

The love locked away in the chest, the love that made Tsukasa become a prisoner. Amane loves him, but he can't express it, he can't admit it, he can't be honest, but he doesn't want to let him go, he doesn't want to let him go again, Tsukasa's love is his.

He trapped Tsukasa himself in a cage that has no doors… But can Tsukasa create a passage?

On the other hand, we see the youngest, the boy who shows his emotions without regret, without being ashamed, he just loves, Tsukasa is a simple boy.

But he loves it too much. Permissive and loyal love, let Amane decide, let Amane tell me. I sacrificed myself for him, but it wasn't enough, I want to understand him.

Why? Do you want to fix things? Want to do better?

The silence echoing everywhere denounces this boy's motivations, the permissive love, so altruistic to the point that he still misses the brother who would kill him in the future, perhaps Tsukasa could even justify Amane's reasons for killing him.

It's a strong love, but it's not unconditional.

Amane tied Tsukasa to him, the boy didn't have the opportunity to truly die. He has lived in eternal purgatory since he was four years old, and from the beginning it was always for him, it was always for Amane…

Tsukasa befriended death, and made it a great friend.

He never had a "rest in peace" it was always a "see you soon". He didn't go anywhere, he remained in purgatory alone for years on end

And when he returned to live next to his much-loved older brother, he deluded himself into believing he had achieved freedom, when in fact he was thrown straight into limbo. .

He was lonelier than before.

Limbo only had memories, darkness and silence… The walls revealed his presence, the hands marked with a certain constancy, with a certain insistence, were marks that Tsukasa left before finding a way out.

The only thing that could be heard was Tsukasa's voice echoing between the walls

"Amane" - he called on Hanako's boundary.

The walls were discreet, Amane didn't hear him

No one listened to Tsukasa.

It will be?

"I'm not going anywhere" - said Amane, forgetting to complete his own sentence - "Neither is Tsukasa."

Tsukasa's loneliness screams intensely but no one hears, no one sees… No one listens to Tsukasa

But no one listens to Amane either… equally lonely, sitting on top of an old toilet while waiting to be called by someone, while waiting to be heard again.

He can break free, Tsukasa can't.

Ah, obsessive love…. it has those things. Amane feels remorse for everything, but his mouth stops, it shakes to the point where he can't speak, he may lose his tongue but he won't ask for forgiveness.

It will be? Ah, my mistake, he will, at the right time.

Love is slowly awakening… Amane had locked him away together with Tsukasa, but now that he is free, love is blooming again…

Hanako had abandoned a love that he couldn't deal with, but that was embedded in his chest, there is nothing he could do that could get that love out of there, it was just dormant…

He was?

Or has Amane been suffocating him all these years?

A tiring love… for both of them… so the Yugi twins' great dilemma was born, to stay or not to stay?

Tsukasa didn't leave because he was selfish, he went to give Amane everything he wanted, he exchanged his own life for his. We can imagine little Amane's pain when he no longer finds his little brother anywhere, even searching among his favorite toys, even calling him over and over again.

Tsukasa didn't respond.

When he returned home, something awakened in Amane, the intense and dark fear of losing, how could he deal with it? His naivety was broken at the age of four when he suddenly lost the one he loved… but, that person came back…

He won't let him go anymore.

Tsukasa wants to go, he wants to give Amane wings to make his dreams come true, but Amane chose to cut them off, he doesn't want to fly anymore, he wants to stay next to the person he loves.

The dilemma that culminated in a tragedy

We could paraphrase Shakespeare, when the famous tragedy born of his genius thoughts told us "to be or not to be, that is the question" to suit the Yugi twins, we would say

"To stay or not to stay, that is the question"

Tsukasa was often stabbed by Amane's silence, the intense attempts to make Amane talk about how he felt, made Tsukasa tired, he wanted to hear, he wanted to see…

It was a tiring love….

What did Tsukasa become when he allowed his chest to fill with the purest supernatural darkness? What did he become when he went there? And who was he when he returned?

Was Amane's love able to overcome the inevitable loss of his four-year-old brother? Tsukasa who returned was not the same, the old Tsukasa died. What kind of relationship did they have when Tsukasa became an otherworldly being?

He who carries death with him.

When Amane allowed Hanako to be born, was he still Amane?

Yeah, he's back, can you hear it? The silence of a non-existent answer.

Supernaturals are not human, and do not relate as such.

To repeat, supernaturals are not human.

How do they love?

It is a mysteriously hostile and unpredictable love, the love that reflects the intensity of the deepest desire, to devour, to desire…

The twins love like humans, but have similar desires as supernaturals. Devour or be devoured. Ah, the explicitly sexual connation in the context, having someone in possession of you, desiring it with all the intensity that you carry in your chest, making it his, uniquely yours.

The misunderstood and illusory love of Hakubo and Sumire, the girl who is geniusly in love, who created castles in her own mind to suppress the pain of living in reality. Being loved by at least someone is a comfort that eases the pain of loneliness.

The years that escaped time separated them, but the resolution came, even after a long wait, Hakubo returned. He took her as his wife, he asked to take her… and she allowed him. The consummation, the blood on the floor showing the painfully unforgiving love they had to submit to.

An Oni who pretends not to see, and a Kannagi who asks for help without speaking. A disagreement that ended in consummation.

How do they compare to twins? Love misunderstood and unresolved… a love that will end in consummation…

It will be?

We see it again, yes, the fine line between sibling love and romantic love.

Taking Tsukasa as his, devouring him, consuming him, as a last gesture of true love.

But would Hanako devour him?

Does Amane love Tsukasa the same way he loves Nene? Does Tsukasa love Amane the same way Nene loves him?

Is it as heavy and difficult to love Amane as it appears to be?

This is the lock, full of clear and objective questions, but the same question screams with all its force at all times:

What kind of love is that?

We still haven't found the key that will unlock the truth, the answer to that question…

We remain trapped in a bird cage, waiting for Amane to arrive with his golden key, only he can bring the truth, the big problem is

When will he come?

Important observations:

The post is an analysis, it has nothing related to my personal preferences, I don't ship the twins and my intention is not to encourage behavior similar to theirs, again, it's just an analysis based on their behavior. Don't take what I say here too seriously, these findings could be completely wrong, so it's just an analysis.

I carried out this larger analysis due to the number of requests to create new posts or complement existing ones about the twins.

There is more content about them on my blog, if you are curious, just go to the pinned comment and look at the index, there are the main posts.

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