#ojoumushi

[likemosaic]

‘do you want to be a god?’ (for Eboshi! from an old ask meme I found on your blog dfkgvkhf)

miscellaneous (i think?) / @ojoumushi

" be a god? " there's a certain level of surprise in her voice, like she hadn't considered the possibility for herself. eboshi appears to think on it, tipping the teapot into one cup, then another, setting the latter in front of her guest with delicate fingers. she hums, then returns to her seat, tossing the idea around in her mind. " i hope that's not an offer, my dear. you may not like my answer. " noncommittal, as always, but the truth is that she's not sure what she would say. being a god may mean being an all powerful, undying creature to most, especially weak fools, but eboshi knows better than that. anyone can die. anyone can be fooled, or injured, or fall in love. and the higher you are, the longer you have to fall. true, it may make it easier to get what you want when you have the powers of divinity on your side, but you can do just as much with less. you just need to be a little crafty, is all. she knows that, too. too well.

regarding her guest with a tight, pleasant smile, eboshi lifts her cup to her lips, careful not to smudge her lipstick against it. " and what about you? would you really want to become a god, or do you simply crave the ability to change the course of your destiny? you don't need divine intervention to do that. true, women have a more difficult time than most when they try, but it is possible. with a little luck and hard work, that is. but i don't need to tell you that, do i? "

[madamhatter]

daddy long dick just landed back in LA baby--

"Miss Nausicaä, you don't need to announce your arrival like that each time you're riding on an Ohmu."

[aeronotch]

“At least this world has a night and day. It was a pain having the simulated areas and that woman toying with them.” He half muttered to himself. 

The girl was already getting his seal of approval. From the beginning, she didn’t look like the kind of person who wasn’t going to go around screaming about being stuck in a forest in the middle of nowhere. These were the kind of places he thrived on. It was nice to see the girl wasn’t completely out of her element here too.

---but he wasn’t about to touch on that machine, whatever it was.

“Guess we can find some food and water in the meantime, but, uh, what’s a Mehve?” 

    @ojoumushi // continued 

[mamaterasu]

        ❛  arf  !   ❜     IT IS A SMALL THING,    barely noticeable were it not for the twin bright,  gleaming eyes that looked up from where the air grew tepid and the grass ever so slightly stirred.         hello  !  

           🍃       @ojoumushi . 

[clippingwings-a]

disney headcanons // ojoumushi said: Oliver and Company & The Lion King :> !

Oliver and Company - Is your muse more street smart or book smart?

I couldn’t class her as either of these when she first started off in the world. Sylvia was intentionally isolated & taught an ideology that humanity deserved to parish & mages deserved to rise in the world. However, because of her natural curiosity, Sylvia learned about the world & it’s people on her own through books & experience. 

If I had to lean her toward one or the other later on in life, I’d say she’s more book smart than she is street, but even if that’s the case, Sylvia doesn’t really need street smarts to tackle a threat & can easily overpower those who would be deemed as a threat.

Her vision of the world is somewhat skewed though, so in some ways she might be a little ignorant on how a lot of it works if she does not pour herself into research or careful observation. 

The Lion King - Is your muse prepared for the responsibilities laid out for them in life?

If it’s her own vision, absolutely. Sylvia is fully prepared to do whatever it takes to map out her ideal vision for the world & she won’t let anyone stand in her way of achieving that goal. She’s shouldered the burden of ending the worlds evils for years & intends to see it pan out. 

Sylvia’s fairly optimistic on this front also, expecting that she will be a victor despite all the harsh battles that lay in front of her. She has taken the responsibility of ending lives already & knows that the path she walks will be a bloody one. All that being said, she doesn’t shy away from it at all. 

[innosen-a]

11 for the hug prompt! whatever Sen is trying to do, Nau believes she can do it

HUGS FOR / FROM CHIHIRO !! / ACCEPTING

in gratitude , smaller arms reach up to RECIPROCATE that of the older girl’s hug. she felt freed from the FEARS AND UNCERTAINTIES that were once binding her back from pursuing the train to zeniba’s place. though the tracks remain the same , and expectations still UNKNOWN , it was with this little support that further fortified her decision to continue. she will go the sixth stop. she will save haku.  ❛ thank you , nau-onee-sama !  i’ll be back as soon as i return this seal to zeniba. ❜

11 - a hug for good luck

[former47]

“Don’t move, you’ll make it worse!”

{ source // ACCEPTING // @ojoumushi }

“I’m fine…” Was all the warrior managed to spit out despite being far from fine. Clare had underestimated the awakened being she encountered her senses must been off since it has been so long since she came across a monster that strong. Back in her early warrior days that would of been an easy kill, the thought of her getting weaker frustrated her almost to the point she couldn’t focus on healing herself properly.

She had a big gash on right side of her waist, she had to sit down. Stumbling she planted herself on a large rock with a groan, almost forgetting another was there to witness her at her weak point. Silver eyes flashing the other a threatening and almost desperately pleading look; “Please leave..” She didn’t want anyone to see her like this.

[bladeofthehawk-blog]

Though their reasons for wielding differ, Nausicaä and Casca both understand the importance of a good blade. One which a person can rely on, that they can use for what they believe right. For this reason she took great care in selecting her gift; a short but deadly blade, cut from the hardened shed shell of an ohmu. She presents it without grandeur, simply offering it with a smile.

The shadows that had befallen her heart began to show; they showed in the sickly grey of her skin, or the empty, black holes for eyes where a fire used to twinkle, and of course a pair of dark rings, imprinted deep into the flesh around those hopeless eyes. Weary movements lifted Casca from the chair she had crouched on, for many, countless hours, with a map and ink and a ragged hawk feather pen. The very same shadows even showed on the tinted, black fingertips that had smeared across the ink by accident. When lines blurred, and sleep threatened to overpower, and Casca didn’t even understand her own tactics anymore. 

Her muscles ached under the effort of stretching. Joints cracked as though millions of years made them buckle, a hearty groan freeing at last some of the tension she had locked inside her lungs over the course of this day. The commander felt a little better now, although it took one single glance at the scattered parchment before her to numb her fleeting relief. 

During all these hours, it felt as if she had gotten no-where at all. 

Men outside of this tent perished by the hour, either of fatal wounds because they had been ambushed again, by illness or infection, or the rough elements of Midland’s winter. Casca, who so desperately worked through day and night to provide the faintest bits of hope for her vanishing band, felt like the ground that held her readied itself to pull the Hawks into the deepest pits of hell. Without the aid of a miracle, it was only a matter of time until they joined Griffith to burn for their many, many sins.

When Nausicaä entered the tent, she found Casca staring at nothing in particular. Her eyes were absent, and so was her heart. She ignored the ruffling of the heavy rugs, a makeshift door for a tent which also fell apart under the force of winter. There’s no hearth to warm up on, only a few, old candles Casca had lit to see what she’s reading and writing. It took the firm, yet gentle squeeze of a warm hand to startle her soul back into its vessel. 

“Gut- “ 

It’s clear as daylight where her mind had lingered, although Casca would never admit so even at the risk of her own life. Feigning composure, the commander rose her own hand and covered Nausicaä’s. “It’s good to see you again, old friend.” Updates on the Hawk’s dire situation were exchanged briefly, although the other wouldn’t admit where she had spent the last couple of days. “I’ve not slept in a while. And I don’t know what to do.” Such shameful confessions never came easy to Casca, but her guards were long let down. “We move further away from Midland, yet keep running into stray troops. I’ve lost half of my men since the announcement of Griffith’s death. I try to give them hope, but I have no hope left for myself. Nausicaä, I don’t think…..” 

Casca shushed mid-sentence when a long object, wrapped in embroidered linen, was offered to her. Nausicaä’s smile cut through the ice in her chest. For a moment, she would simply stare at her, then at the gift, and then back at her friend. “Take it, Casca. It’s for you.”

The object felt too light to be a sword, but proved to be exactly that, when the cloth fell and revealed its content. A weapon unlike any she has ever seen, and she saw many. It didn’t exceed in length, but as soon as her fingers grasped the handle, it almost merged into an extension of her arm. Casca knew right away that this blade wouldn’t restrict her agile style of fighting. Despite its lightness, the weapon promised endurance and precise, deadly strikes. As she did with any new sword, the warrior balanced and weighed it, and basked in the peculiar high usually triggered by a successful battle. She couldn’t wait to slay down her enemies with it. 

For the first time in a while, her brown eyes lit up with a spark of fire they’ve lost in the last couple of weeks. Colour flushed her cheeks because she felt humbled to be given such a precious item. Tears glimmered at the corners of her eyes, not triggered by grief but a spark of hope Casca thought forever lost. She held on to the blade, but her free hand reached for Nausicaä’s arm, squeezing it gently. “Thank you. I- I am at a loss for words. I will put this blade to good use. I will defend my men with this, until we’re set free from the King’s wrath.” She huffed a raspy chuckle and even cracked a smile. 

“I’ve nearly given up on any hope for us. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for bringing a little piece of it back.”  

[loathedbeast]

ojoumushi / ♥ ‘d for a starter

night hung in the chilling air, most notably in the darkened sky above. the moon cast its ghostly glow across the beast’s back and he appeared to relish its gaze as he raised sweeping wings. trico half-heartedly took in the sprawling valley ahead of him before rolling in a celestial pool of white, then rubbing his horned head against dew-ridden grasses. day may be pleasant, but a fresh evening like the one he had flown into undoubtedly conquered his big heart. 

[monsieur-de-paris]

🥖🥖 ( a double attack!! )

Send a 🥖 to throw a baguette at my muse. || 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀

❝ Why is everyone wasting the bread like this… Do you all hate me this much??! ❞

[aethereign-m]

🚼 yeet

fanchild design / accepting 

celestial princess nashira , the daughter of two souls deeply rooted to the energy of the earth . while she could inherit the power of laputa’s core , she would rather remain as a guardian of the valley , a pure earth that has won against the poison . as a laputian , she is unable to venture to heal the poison forest , but her mother has the aptitude to learn the spellcraft of laputa , right … ? 

[airxn]

☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. It’s time to spread positivity ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ 💞 !!!

awe thank you !! sending you lots of love back

[pxperhearts]

❛ we’re too far from help. ❜ ( for whichever muse you'd like best :> )

sentence starters >> accepting!!

“Well, can’t you help me?” Cornelius was in quite the predicament. BuzzBee was gone, off who knew where, and his wings were caught in a spider’s web. Usually this wouldn’t be a problem, but his hands were tied up as well. No bigger than her thumb, Cornelius was surprised she spotted him in this web. The girl had keen sight. 

He struggled once more against the webbing but that only furthered to tighten its grip. “If I don’t get out of here, that spider is going to come back and have me for lunch.”

[movingcastlle-a]

@ojoumushi​  asked: "Oh, thank you, Howl. They're wonderful." And what a wonder they are! Ever since meeting the man, Nausicaä has been able to study a variety of blooms, shrubs and all manner of flora. This subject is potted in soil- per her request- so that she can best investigate it. Even by just looking, she can already see a myriad of differences between Howl's land and her own. What's this? There seems to be a tag attached to the pot by string. Expecting information on the plant, Nausicaä is surprised when she reads: To Nausicaä, have a merry Christmas. - Howl She looks up at him with a look of confusion. "Merry Christmas?"

 “ Christmas,  my  dear!  ”  He  chirped  back  with  enthusiasm. Of  course!  It’s  the  season  after  all!

But  the  quizzical  look  told  him  it  wasn’t  quite  getting  through. .. Ah. Suppose  some  places  don’t  share  the  holiday. Makes  sense  perhaps. Funny  how  many  travels  and  dimensional  hops  and  the  one  that  doesn’t  quite  have  a  holiday  for  a  winter  solstice  celebration  was  on  a  familiar  turf. Where  does  he  begin?

“  Well  you  see  it’s  a  holiday  usually  celebrated  around  the  winter  solstice  with  a  palette  of  names. Yule,  Christmastide,  Noel,  etc  and  it  comes  with  just  as  many  traditions. One  common  in  particular  is  the  act  of  giving  gifts. ”  Howl  gives  the  pot  a  gentle  tap;  bringing  attention  to  the  tag  and  the  very  embellished  ribbon  around  it’s  center. It’s  as  overly  done  as  he  was.  

“ I  ensured  the  best  specimen  just  for  the  occasion  and  for  you!  Quite  a  few  didn’t  pass  my  growth  serums. ”  The  greenhouse  is  stocked  with  some  very very  dead  plants. “  if  it  starts  doing  things  that  aren’t  quite... foliage-like  won’t  you  let  me  know?  “

[sorrcerii-moved]

​❝ come in here where it’s dry! ❞

Autumn Starters: NOT Accepting || @ojoumushi​

He ignored the other calling out to him. The rain had hit suddenly. Not a single cloud had been in the sky. Not a single shift in the wind around them. Just...a DOWN POUR. In a matter of seconds. Leo left to try and salvage what he could of his current activities. Trying to make sure the few seeds of his that were starting to sprout would not be clobbered by the heavy rain.

“Not until I am CERTAIN these saplings will survive the storm. Now either assist me or go back inside.”

He wasn’t sure if the Falcon Knight could hear him. What with the heavy rain surrounding them. But whether they did or not, he was certain of one thing.

He WASN’T going back inside with them. Not until his mission was complete.

[extraplanaire-blog]

"And they were roommates!" ( I'm sorry this is one of my fav vines I had to )

sweet memes are made of these // accepting

           “That explains the death.”