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[yasashihanyou]

WHAT TAROT CARD ARE YOU?

JUSTICE

What would you do to ensure justice? You know full well I don’t speak of lofty ideals and courts and magistrates, dearest. What would you do to those that hurt you? If I dropped them in your lap, what would you do? What kind of pain could you possibly inflict upon them? You are right to do so. You are right to want to do so. Ignore the screaming, dearest, you are the hand of justice now, and they hurt you. Do not look too closely at their faces, dearest. You are within your rights. You spell out your own rights, now. Are you happy about it? Are you certain that this is the right person you hold by the hair? Does your anger hurt less now?

&&BONUS: ASAHI VERS.

The Hermit

It’s a skill, to look inside yourself, one you have mastered. The endless corridors and shifting thoughts are mapped so very carefully. This all takes time, of course. And those twisting hallways are so very difficult to map. It would be so easy to get lost. You know this space so well. Wouldn’t it be a lovely place to stay? So well-known and comforting. Why go back? How nice, how easy, to dissolve, to hide from the rest of the world and all the people in it. Why bother, when you are so good at looking inside yourself. Like enlightenment, the self. Retreating this far inwards is like retreating just as far out, into the vast ether. So comforting. The thing that was you looks at the thing that was the old woman. There is no you anymore. Goodbye.

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[ka-go-me]

                                                                                         『 @yamisedai​ 』                                                                                            continued from here

「巫女」::                                                          “Mmn...Maybe...Though there is also that old additive: 'The road to hell is paved with good intentions.' I can only hope the next go around will come out well...For you too. 

                                                                                       “Seems like a lot of your good intentions come out in the wrong spectrum.”

                ::She arched her brows a bit, and looked over at the houshi. The fact that his good intentions often came out all wrong was why she asked him the question. She rather thought he’d have a unique and personal insight on the phenomenon.::

[dokusedai]

@yamisedai​ said :  "how long will you be gone for this time, taijiya?" his eyes linger on hers. the way the sun lights the shadows of dark chestnut hues. allowing light to radiate from within her very soul. "how I wish you'd allow me to accompany you back to your village, though I understand the need to take this journey alone." he smiles as the wind tousles her hair. "if i am not permitted to join you, will you please take each and every precaution? .. promise me, taijiya?"

Was this an outcome, she might’ve seen coming? Could she -- looking back, discern the chain of events that would lead her here, to this moment? Was that all it was; fate playing yet another cruel hand when all she wanted was to escape the ‘happy couple’? Was it to be expected of HER next?

... why was she doing this to herself? Nagging doubts always lived in the first glimpse of daylight; the shadows giving way to a new dawn.... but it was in those shadows that Sango had kept her secrets; and like her hoshi-sama, he too would remain in the dark. He had to be; for not even the kami themselves could abide the truth in her heart about her closest friends’. Or the way her heart broke, chipping away with each of his words. He was reaching out to her. A clear attempt to meet her half way... Maybe he really DOES want me after all; genuinely. And not just because I’m nearby? An internal blow, one after another; hot and blisterning it struck the anvil of her soul and her own convictions crushed her.  How could she keep leaving him? Why did she come back? Were they supposed to be this way? The expected couple, the other half to a set of four in a group of heroes who saved the world....

                         Dark eyes soften, and her fingers clench with the urge to touch the corner of his; just to see herself touching him. But it wasn’t for her, to touch -- he didn’t understand and the taijiya was loath to share her weight of burdens or even know where to begin unpacking them. Pride turning her spine to steel and coating her heart in a single breath, and she braved a smile for him. Choking back with a swallow, the bile of her regrets with the same patience and fortitude she put into her slaying...  Nagging doubts. There they were again... Am I making the right choice?

                          “Don’t say it like that, hoshi-sama, as if I would bar you from doing anything.” Her hand easily finds his, and it lingers; her touch almost mapping the weight and warmth of his skin. Weakness flashed through her, and looked down but stepped closer. “... do you miss me... when I leave?”  The anvil struck again as she laid herself vulnerable in the asking; and kicked herself for it.

[kyudomearchive]

@yamisedai​ gets a random starter!

𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 as he studies, toying with the midnight of his eyes as he brushes up on sutras. or figures out more ways to provide for their family. she moves with quiet ease to where he sits, fingers brushing against his shoulder before she’s leaning down to kiss the top of her houshi’s head.

                ❝ my love, you’ll wear your eyes out like this,❞ she teases, draping her arms in a hug around his shoulders and neck from behind, allowing her to peer over at his scrolls. ❝ how are you gonna see how much our nobu looks like you now? ❞

[mcuntainbcrn]

@yamisedai​ cont. from here: [x]

“In a manner of speaking, I suppose.” she wasn’t entirely certain how she had come to be in this place exactly...or where she actually was; just that she hadn’t seen any one or anything for days and she was honestly enjoying the solitude...this did provide an opportunity to get her bearings though.

“...I’m just trying to get a feel of where I am...I’m a bit lost.”

[senpujin-deactivated20201234]

@yamisedai​  ::  “ let me bring you food and drink. “ the  song  of  achilles  meme.

head  turned  &  setsuna  was  quick  to  politely  reject  the  offer.  ‘  that  will  not  be  necessary  ,  miroku sama.  ’  she  said.  the  monk  had   been  gentle  enough  to  invite  her  into  his  home  instead  of  letting  her  wait  outside.  that  was  all  the  courtesy  she  required  given  the  purpose  of  her  visit.  their  last  mission  had  been  gruesome  for  everyone  involved  ,  &  although  their  assignment  had  been  a  success  ,  no  one  had  come  out  unscratched..  including  his  son.  ‘  I  just  came  to  check  on  hisui’s  recovery.  ’  violet  eyes  scanned  the  area  as  if  searching  for  person  mentioned.

‘  has  he  been  getting  better?  ’

[mercurami]

Miroku’s got a girlfriend?!?!  — yeah well apparently it’s quite a funny story . See , an ex of his went on the internet to find someone who’d hack and ruin him and the dark web spat out Ami Mizuno. And oh boy she ruined him alright. She ruined all other women for him. The guy can’t go five minutes without talking about her.

[slaheir]

ruffles his boy's hair with a warm smile. "do you know, my son, how very proud i am of you?"

— whilst he can easily predict where yokai and enemy alike will strike in battle , his father’s hand upon his head in passing was something he could not anticipate. serious imposed expression he wore mostly on missions or in deep thought , faltering now for gaze to snap up to his father’s in  ... was it disbelief? or just that what he so wished to hear spoken one day had just been said so easily , as if it were just so easy as that. mouth gapes open slightly , bewildered expression as eyes blink realization like he really believes him and then suddenly hugs him. eyes clenched tight as he speaks voice cracking.  ❛ thank you. father...  ❜ 

withdraws without entirely letting him go to rub at an eye.  ❛ I’m really ... you know ... proud to be ... your ... for you and mom to be...    ❜  trails off , eyes shut as he laughs quietly. 

I love you guys so much.  

[inusedai]

@anchoredstowaways​ said :  he's had a little too much sake. almost doesn't care that the girls are around. but lucky for him, the girls move to their sleeping bags to turn in for the night. maybe its the sake, but miroku reaches for inuyasha's hand as he walks past and pulls him towards him, simultaneously down into the grass with him. staff tossed aside, miroku places his body over his, and smirks down at him. "you must be more careful, inuyasha. you let your guard down." lips press to his firmly, with longing and desire

                He see’s the hoshi, can calculate his advance just fine - mortal sake didn’t last long in his system anyway, but apparently it had in Miroku’s. His hand is taken easily, and the hanyo yanked around in place to be tugged along at the mortal man’s behest. Clawed fingers curl momentarily around the fragile flesh, and in the moment, the span of seconds before Miroku has him on the ground, on his back no less ( KEH! for now ), InuYasha contemplates the hand; then the man its attached to. 

The backdrop of stars behind Miroku’s head, as he loomed close in a drunken stupor - not that the bastard wasn’t capable of shaking that buzz at a moments notice. A grunt and his hand lifted to trace through the loosened strands of dark hair. InuYasha can feel the heat of the sake in his belly and blood, the warmth on his cheeks alone told him he was affected.  But to stare up into a mirror of a similar state -- the super imposed familiarity of the closeness they shared; this was his best friend. The man stood beside him in battle fields of love, enemies, friendships and even, against himself. “How many times have you come to my rescue, you stupid monk...” The words don’t end on the lift of a question, no inflection made to transition from thought into cohesive dialog. But he doesn’t care. InuYasha smirked as the monk fell onto him with a kiss. 

Eyes open, claw in his hair, InuYasha breathed in through his nose; savored the smell of this man. This mortal who dared be close to him, and dared still in wiggling closer. A low growl built in his chest, a hum of satisfied and soothed instincts as InuYasha closed his eyes and kissed Miroku back. 

His best friend. His pack. The fragility and endearment of that thought translated into careful, almost thoughtful movements when the hanyo flipped their positions to press the man into the soft cushion of tall grass. Pulling up, the inu hanyo soaked up the image with glowing eyes in the dark. A flash of fang, the rumble of a growl deep in his chest, and he lowered himself this time, slowly. A heavy lean and press of his body on top of Miroku’s. 

                        “Don’t worry bouzu. I’ll protect you.”

[yamisedai-a]

okay!! as promised here’s the update y’all. so, i’ve been living in my apartment about 2 years now. and it’s nice, we live with a roommate but ideally my bf and i wanted to be on our own since we’ve lived with a lot of our friends since we’ve been together (6 years oct. 23rd lol) anyyyway. during the beginning of this year, bf was having issues holding a job-- thanks covid. now he works at wawa, a local gas station and doesn’t make much, but it’s a job you know?

but with the lack in pay that he makes per hour now we’ve had to really start cutting corners. the extra money we need for expenses has fallen to me, and now we are both about paycheck to paycheck with some small wiggle room.

so, our friend who owns a house sat us down and we went over everything. this would be a cheaper solution to a house/getting an apartment on our own which would be breaking even and it would get us out of where we live know which makes me wanna come home and pull my hair out most days tbh... 

so! long story short-- we will be moved out of our old apartment hopefully by thanksgiving. & what that means for my blogs is: slower responses, less activity-- but i will be able to be reached on discord! just the blogs will be going on a semi-hiatus. this includes: @sundragcn​, @greyfulcrum​, @seiinaru​​, @anchoredstowaways​ & @yamisedai​ the plan is each weekend, or when i have free time to pack slowly to make a smooth transition! which will not leave a lot of time to get on here. though i will try and be here when i can!

if anyone has any questions or needs something, discord will be best for the foreseeable future! thanks guys, i love all of you & hope you understand. <3

[kukusedai]

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[yasashihanyou]

NOTE: THIS IS NOT A THREAD, IT’S A DRABBLE BUT FEEL FREE TO HAVE YOUR CHARACTERS REACT TO IT IF THEY’RE PRESENT ( OR MAYBE IF THEY CAN JUST SENSE INUYASHA )!!

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It had been half a year -- six whole months -- since Inuyasha had left on his own journey, to better understand Tessaiga ; to better increase his own abilities and prowess. He had run across many faces, many places, in those journeys, and made many lifelong friends that he’d never forget. Had changed; his hair was longer now, pulled back into a high ponytail constantly; he was a bit taller; shoulders somewhat broader; face a bit more defined.

He had been headed back to his core group, intent on reuniting with them at long, long last ( it’d felt so much longer than six months, but Inuyasha supposed he’d gone through plenty of different situations with all kinds of people ). His ears twitched, a scent pulled into his nostrils; blood, but also, the smell of a rather strong demon. Inuyasha’s pupils shrank in concern, worry, some anger; that scar along his chest ached briefly before he rushed towards that sensation of fighting and blood.

Inuyasha leapt out from the nearby trees, that noise of battle louder to his ears; Sango, Miroku, Kagome, Shippou too -- they were all fighting, or maybe running, run-fighting, from Kazama. That blonde haired full demonic bastard that’d nearly killed Inuyasha in their first encounter, and had seemed hell-bent on --- somethin, Inuyasha still didn’t get what.

All that mattered now? Now, Kazama was trying to harm his FAMILY--!!

Inuyasha moved, that sound of Tessaiga drawing out of its scabbard as he was still mid-leap in the air.

That necklace around Inuyasha’s neck ; that star shaped golden locket that Kagome had gifted him during his start of that lone journey -- it glowed in response to Inuyasha’s resolve. He could feel it in his soul, something stirring : that desire to protect, to guard, to help; to do and to succeed-- 

a button in his pocket also shimmered ; that one from Nephrite that Inuyasha had gotten in exchange for a hair tie -- in response to that feeling within Inuyasha’s mind, to focus and to find balance but draw on that deep inner strength.

Tucked underneath some of his armour was a little flower, that shimmered too ; that present from Wakka that Inuyasha had gotten during a welcoming celebration -- in response to Inuyasha’s will to want to nurture, to change things, to build a better future lasting with warmth.

All those sensations simultaneously merged together and Inuyasha could feel it expanding in his soul, that sense of power and desire travelled along his arms, into his hands, into his palms and melded together with Tessaiga’s resonation of Inuyasha’s heart.

Together.

As one!

The Tessaiga shimmered, that blade of the sword eclipsing in darkness, but in that darkened navy blue / black shade, there were speckles of white, like shining stars that littered the night sky,

“MEIDO ZANGETSUHA!!” that air charged with energy, hairs on skin stood on end, a gentle yet abrupt breeze seemed to rustle the nearby trees, sending birds skyward and into flight. Inuyasha slashed towards Kazama, that darkened navy blue and black energy flung off the blade in a large crescent tidal that rushed towards the blonde.

Kagome would recognise this moment-- a dream, once, maybe--!

Kazama didn’t move, in fact, he smirked; and all at once, his blonde hair bled into a stark white platinum shade, and his crimson eyes blinked into a golden yellow shade. He moved then, drawing his blade, which transformed as it left its sheathe ; Inuyasha’s eyes widened, pupils shrinking-- what-- the Tessaiga; Kazama was wielding--?!

Mid drawing of the blade, Kazama swung it. “BAKURYUHA!” and that attack of Inuyasha’s was engulfed, it was melded together and then redirected back towards Inuyasha. Instantaneously; Inuyasha had no time to think to move--

He was swallowed by the Meido Zangetsuha, eyes widening as his pupils shrank more due to the shock, due to the feeling of his body being pulled away-- Inuyasha barely screamed, feeling his atoms and his soul distorting, as though trying desperately to stay--!!

and then, Inuyasha was just, gone, that scream cutting off as though interrupted.

Kazama stared up at the spot where Inuyasha had been, and let out a low, but deep laugh that rose in volume.

So that was what had happened-!

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He landed with a grunt, having stumbled and spun around mid-air before slamming into the ground. Inuyasha coughed, trying to regain his bearings, hearing the sound of Tessaiga clanking against the ground and spinning a bit away. Inuyasha’s ears twitched, and he scrambled, gripped onto Tessaiga and sat up.

Alive...? He was alive-- Where--

Inuyasha stood onto his feet, swayed slightly, but glanced around; sniffed the air; it smelt familiar, somehow. Slightly. Wait. This was, the Higurashi shrine, wasn’t it?... Inuyasha glanced over, and froze: the spot where the Sacred Tree usually stood tall, it was, barren. Empty. The tree wasn’t... there?...

Disoriented, Inuyasha rushed over to Kagome’s house, only seeming to barely register the fact that it looked older, decrepit and out of use for years-- Inuyasha grunted, trying and failing to pull the front door open because it was stuck due to not having budged in ages-- with a harsher, final tug, he managed to get it open; only for some bats to fly out of it, that scent of dust thick in the atmosphere.

Inuyasha coughed, lifting a robed arm to shield his nose, eyes narrowed. What....? Where were the Higurashi family... Inuyasha hesitated at the threshold of the doorframe, his heart thudding deeply inside of his chest. Fingers twitched, not entirely registering that he was still holding onto Tessaiga.

He turned away, leaving that front door open, running away from that abandoned house and over to where the well was kept in that little shack; the well, if he could-- Inuyasha grunted, heaving and yanking that stuck too door open. Dark inside, but his eyes adjusted quickly, and he froze again.

The well was gone.

Tessaiga dropped from Inuyasha’s hand, clanking gingerly before it faded into a regular katana...

He couldn’t sense them: he couldn’t sense that link between the sengoku realm and this realm, not anymore!

Chest aching, Inuyasha began to breath quickly, unevenly, before he clasped his hands against his own face and screamed, that noise muffling and fading into that evening sky of the abandoned shrine.

[shirokodomo]

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[dokusedai]

@yamisedai said :  he brushes the raven hair away from her back. a covered hand tracing her scar. lips press to the back of her neck, then trail down the back of her spine in a line. one hand caresses and firms itself on her hip while lips touch the scars that line her body. his head lifts and he places a hand beneath her chin to bring her lips to his. "you may not think it, taijiya. but you're more beautiful than any sight i've ever seen." he smiles, free hand tucks a lock behind an ear before his lips find hers.

                   She rests against him, fingers loose and explorative on his ribs while he traced lines and patterns on her back. Gooseflesh rose as the pads of his calloused fingers skipped lightly over branches of scar work; some of them numb and others just ‘tingly’ sensative.  A soft shiver rolls her shoulders and she catches the amusement it elicits from her monk. A blush rose and her lips tightened, but she didn’t protest the bloom of heat in her chest at just the sound of his voice.  His laughter. A dark and rumbling sound that was just as intimate as the caress of his touch down her spine. “People say that about dragons, hoshi.” She countered, adding a small dash of sas to her tone as he lifts her chin. His warm, strong hand soothing every frazzled instinct, nerve and thought she had. He chased them away with his touch; solid and sure.  Banished those abrasive thoughts and damnations within her mind and soul; and healed her with a kiss. A tuck of hair behind her ear.  Sango felt tears push past the seal of her eyelashes at how gentle and how succulent his advances and charms were. He ensnared her so effortlessly; and she had tried so very hard to dispel him. In fairness ; that had been their dance. 

In the beginning, it had been him to push her away with unwanted advances, an inappropriate touch --- then it had been her turn. Jaded and hurt, jealous and insecure, Sango had done everything in her power to push him away. Buried herself in the taijiya village, raising orphans and staying as far from Musashi as she could, when she could. 

Miroku always drew her back.  Sango always kissed him back. Softly, those tears would roll, warm and wet down her cheeks and blending a flavor of salt into their passion. Against his mouth, between kisses, Sango would try to speak and ignore the warming, comforting allure of quiet flesh on flesh. “Why...” A soft smack of lips in their kiss. “--then.” Hushed panting, as her tongue swept to taste the swell of his bottom lip. Teeth nipping and tugging lightly as her hands held the back of his head, fingers threading through black silk. Forehead pressed lightly to his, eyes open and weeping. 

                                   “Am I not good enough?”

[ambertaijiya]

which "-core" aesthetic are you?

fairycore

oh, how you'd love to run from this mundane place. you are an incredibly imaginative person, and you feel trapped by all the rules that society forces you to follow. you long for the day you'll be able to find yourself a place far away from the city, unbothered by all the stress charateristic of it. until then, you'll keep on finding comfort in your daydreams.

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Tagging: @azureacrosstime​ | @namaamochi​ | @amethyst-noroi​ | @kaigashi​ | @yamisedai​ | @sasayakcu​ & anyone else who would like to do this!

[mercurami]

All I want is to keep you safe From the cold To give you all that your heart Needs the most

May I hold you As you fall to sleep When the world is closing in And you can't breathe May I love you ...?