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[satorusugurugurl]

okay so 1st of all i love your posts

can you do nanami with a breeding kink plsss

ty <3333

First off thank you so so much!!

And secondly heck yes!! 😏

More Than Words

Summary: Your husband, Nanami Kento decides he’s ready to take your marriage to the next level.

Pairing: Nanami Kento x FAB!Reader

Warnings: Teeth rotting fluff! Super romantic, language, dirty talk, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex

Word Count: 2,704

A/N: This, this did things to me. But I liked it 🥵

Nanami watched you closely from the kitchen. You sat outside on the porch, sipping tea as you scrolled through your phone. The two of you made it a point to spend the evenings outside, enjoying the setting sun and breathing fresh air. He had just been outside with you but excused himself to try and settle his nerves.

He would ask you tonight if you were ready to start trying for a baby.

The thought of having a child hadn’t crossed his mind in your two years of marriage until last weekend. You two had gone to dinner with one of your coworkers, who had just been blessed with a baby boy. You were practically glowing as you held the little boy in your arms. The way you spoke softly, gently rocking them while humming? It was a side of you Nanami had never seen before.

The raw awe and amazement etched on your face was a look he desperately needed to see again. To see you staring at the child you both made would be a sight that would forever linger in his daydreams until he made sure it came true. To step in that direction, he needed to bring it up with you.

You weren’t on birth control. Every single form you tried since you were seventeen made you sick. From the pills to the shots, you considered trying the IUD, but you chicken out at the last second. The entirety of your sexual relationship with Nanami had always been with the use of condoms. So, if you agreed with him, that would mean you’d be doing it raw for the first time in either of your lives.

So he was nervous beyond all words, from wanting to bring a child into the world to experiencing having sex at its rawest form. Thoughts swarmed his mind in a slurry. There was a lot for both of you to consider. Both of you. Nanami couldn’t move forward without talking to you.

With a deep exhale, Nanami headed back outside, shutting the door behind him. “Sorry about that.” He whispered as he sat next to you on the outdoor couch.

“Mmm,” you immediately snuggled next to him, “I was about to call for a search party.” You teased, putting your phone away. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Mhmm,” You could easily see through that heavily played hum. Something was on his mind.

“Nanami Kento, I hate to break it to you, but I know you better than you know yourself. You have something on your mind.” Tilting your head up, you watched the tips of his ears flush before spreading down the nape of his neck. “So, you might as well talk to me.” You paused, “You know, seeing that I’m your wife.” You wiggled your left hand in front of his face—your wedding ring sparkling in the pastel colors of the setting sun.

“My wife.”

Your breath hitched as Nanami’s larger hand wrapped around your smaller one. Bringing your ring to his lips, pressing a kiss against it. His eyes were shut; he looked handsome, pondering whatever clouded his mind. Feeling your gaze on him, Nanami slowly opened his eyes, looking down at you.

“But you’re so much more than just my wife Y/N.” His fingers trailed slowly over your palm, tracing the lines over your skin. “You’re my best friend, partner, the love of my life.” Nanami brought your palm to his mouth, retracing the path of his fingers with his lips. “You’re my purpose, my reason to keep going.”

“Kento.” You whispered in awe as he turned the both of you so you were facing each other head-on.

“My soul.” He placed both hands on yours. “My strength.” You shuddered as his heated palm moved up your arms, trailing them slowly towards your shoulders. “My everything.” You moaned as his hands that so lovingly traced over your arms gently cupped your face. “But I hate to admit that I want more.”

His thumbs lovingly caressed your cheeks, bringing you flush against his chest. “More?” You followed his lead, running your hands slowly down his pecs and over his ab’s, heading towards his crotch. “How much more?” The groan that left his lips was deep and full of unfiltered need.

“I don’t just want you to be my best friend, partner, or wife, Y/N.” His lips were centimeters from yours. Your breath mingled with his as you breathed slowly in the last fragments of sunlight. “I want you to be the mother of my children.”

Kento saw the way your eyes lit up. A glimmering sparkle in Y/E/C irises. Just like you knew him, Kento knew you better than yourself. The way you melted against him, drawing yourself as close as you could on the small loveseat, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind.

The irrational fears and hesitation vanished as you whimpered. “I want that so bad, Ken; I want to be the moth—“ your husband silenced you with a searing kiss.

You followed his lead, kissing him as his gentle touch turned into something more needy, more primal. There was a desire he’d never felt before boiling deep within his chest. Kento needed you, needed to be buried inside of you, filling you with his cum, ensuring that you would be, without a doubt, pregnant with his child.

He was going to breed you.

Pulling away, you gasped for air, a string of saliva connected between your lips. Nanami’s chest rose and fell with each strangled breath as he so desperately tried to refrain from destroying you. Seeing the conflicted expression on his face, you decided to help. What kind of wife would you be if you didn’t? Dropping to your knees, you slowly pulled the waistband of his lounge pants down.

“Y/N love, what are you doing?”

“Shh~” you glanced at him, “you need to relax. Let me help clear your mind.”

Your delicate fingers traced the v-line of his crotch up and down. His hips jerked up, cock throbbing within his boxers. His brown eyes followed your hands, watching you tug his boxers down. His already hard, throbbing cock smacked against his stomach with a smack, his pre-cum smearing over his toned skin. The sight of his thick length had your mouth watering. Wrapping your hand around the base, you slowly stroked up and down, smearing his pre-cum over his entire length.

“Fuucck,” Nanami’s voice was almost inaudible as he groaned. Hearing him curse like that’s had your cunt throbbing, your slick coating your panties. “Fuck Y/N, that’s feels so fucking good.”

“Oh, my darling husband,” He peered down at you through half-lidded eyes, “you haven’t felt anything yet.” You took him in your mouth, and the salty yet sweet taste of him hit your tastebuds, making you whine around him. You bobbed your head up and down slowly, coating the throbbing tip with your saliva before you moved further down his shaft, gagging as his cock hit the back of your throat.

You slowly lifted your head back up when his hand wrapped into your hair. You shut your eyes, bracing yourself for him to slam your back down around his throbbing length. Much to your surprise, he did the complete opposite. Yanking your hair, he practically had to pry you off of him, his chest heaving as he forced you to look into his eyes.

“Did you not understand what I said earlier?” He stood, releasing his grip on your hair.

“I did; you want to make babies with me.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed, taking your hand in his helping you to your feet. “And how do you suppose I do that if I cum down your throat.” Nanami didn’t even allow you to consider an answer. “Looks like I need to give you a thorough demonstration of how it works.”

“Oh my god!” You laughed as Kento lifted you, carrying you inside towards your bedroom. “I guess a demonstration would be beneficial in this case.” You breathed out breathlessly as he tossed you onto the bed. “Just so you know, I might need several demonstrations.”

“I agree; the more demonstrations, the better.” Your husband grabbed the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and over your head before tossing it to the floor. “To start, we need to remove these pesky clothes.”

You tried to keep a serious face as you followed his lead. Shirts, pants, and underwear piled on the floor around your bed. Only once the two of you were bare, Kento situated between your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his hips. The giggling and joking around subsided into a comfortable silence. While the room was thick with tension, it didn’t change the fact that both of you were ready for this. To experience making love without a pesky condom.

“Y/N.” Nanami drew your attention to his face as he spoke. “I love you.” His fingers rubbed small lazy circles over your clit. The sensation had you bucking against his hand, eager for more than the gentle caressing he was giving you.

“I-fuck feels good. I love you too, Kento.”

His fingers began moving faster, the circles tighter as his eyes trailed over your body. He was taking a mental picture of you in this moment, imagining how you’d look several months down the road. Breast and belly swollen with the child he put inside of you. You’d be even more gorgeous than you already were, which seemed utterly unfathomable to him. The images of you, pregnant with your child, God, it was more pornographic than any movie or book he’s seen. A lot of it had to be because of you. Nanami was so fucked up over the thought of breeding you.

“Ke-Kento, I-I’m gonna cum!” Your whimpers and whines brought him back to the moment. “Stop. I wanna cum with you inside of me.”

He leaned down, kissing you softly, his hand slowing down. You lazily kissed him back before gasping as you felt his leaking tip rub up and down your slit. Without the condom, you could feel just how hot and hard he was. Kento’s arms were caging around your head. His wide eyes mirrored what you imagined you looked like. The feeling of your bare wet pussy felt-ten times better than he imagined. And he wasn’t even inside you yet.

“You’re so wet,” his eyes fluttered shut, “you felt good every time I slid into you before, but this, god, this is going to be a whole new experience.”

“Y-Yeah feels good, though.”

“Very good.”

Nanami continued gritting his teeth as he slowly slid into you. Your silky wet, warm walls hugged his cock in a way he could never experience with condoms before. The raw feeling had him clenching his fists into the covers, furrowing his brows together as he desperately tried not to cum inside of you like a virgin. He needed to focus on something other than your pussy, so he focused his attention on your face.

Which was a major mistake on his part.

Cheeks flushed; your mouth was frozen in an ‘O’ shape. And fuck, the whimpers and way your chest heaved it made his knees weak. “S-So hot, oh my god Kento your cock is so hot and velvety.” His eyes were as wide as saucers as you slowly began rocking against him, trying to get his thick, cock deeper inside of you. “Please don’t stop, fuck me, please fuck me. Need to feel you, I need more.” Between your cunt squeezing him and the needy tone of your voice, Nanami lost all self control.

His hips slammed against your, causing a scream to escape you as your arched your back off the bed. As soon as he was buried deep inside your wet pussy, he was pulling out before slamming back inside your tight spongy walls. You were hit with a sudden wave or revelation as to why people hated wearing condoms. They prevent you from feeling the velvety smooth pull of your husband cock as he slammed into you over and over again. You could feel his cock throbbing, leaking inside of you, God it felt so good to be fucking you raw like this.

“Fuck your pussy is perfect, so fucking wet, so tight just for me.” His lips pressed against your, his thrusts finding the perfect rhythm as you cried into his mouth.

“Yes Ken, yes, fuck me, fuck me!”

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll get pregnant off the first try.” He chuckled his hands groping your breasts, kneading them. Nanami whined, picturing them swollen with milk. “Even if that happens, I’m just going to keep fucking you full of me cum, just to be safe. God fuck Y/N!” His shameless words had you drowning in pleasure as you twitched around his perfect cock. “Ah~ fuck I felt you twitch. You like knowing that your husband is going to stop at nothing, until your breed?”

“Oh, oh fuck, yes, I want it, I want it!”

“Such a sweet girl, you want it?” He groaned in your ear, feeling you clamp down harder around him as his thrusts losing his rhythm. “Tell me you want me to breed you. Tell me you want me to be the first and only man to fill your tight cunt with cum.”

“Kento~ nngh, yes, breed me, make me yours in every way you can! Cum inside me, please, please!” Your begging, the moans, only had him whining and growling louder, fucking into you like he never had before. So rough, so passionately, it was perfect. All through subsided as you cried out Nanami had angled his hips to brush against your g-spot before pressing directly into your cervix. “Holy fuck yes, fill me up Ken!”

More dirty words and curses spilled from your tongue as you felt yourself approaching your orgasm. The tightening coil in your lower abdomen, had your withering under your husband. Your squirming had Nanami fucking harder into you, His mouth on yours as he made love to you like the world was going to end. In his horny brain it might just happen if he didn’t fuck his cum into you soon.

“That’s it, good girl, good fucking girl~ take it, fucking take all of it.” His thrusts were jerky, his balls tightening as your dug your heels into his ass, successfully pulling his deeper inside of you. “Ah fuck! You’re such a good girl, so eager to be the future mother of my children.” All you were capable of doing was nodding as you cried out around him with each deep thrust. “Fuck, get pregnant Y/N, cum on my cock, and milk me for all that I’m worth.”

“K-Kento! Ken!”

“That’s it, love~ fuckin’ cum, cum all over me, good girl.”

“Nnngh!!” A scream ripped through your throat as Kento sped up, his thumb rubbing your clit as you came, extending your orgasm.

Your cum coated his cock, the warm slickness and you throbbing walls urged him to do exactly what he had been promising to do. “Get pregnant, take it, take all my cum. I’m cumming, oh my god I’m cumm-“ Kento cut himself off by slamming his lips against your, his tongue slid into your mouth as he moaned. His cock spurted and spurted, filling you full of his cum the sensation was strange, warm, and new.

But it felt so fucking good.

Pulling away from you, Kento gasped for air as he reached up gentle caressing your face as you both tried to catch your breath. Once Nanami managed to swallow down enough air to slow his heart rate, he beamed down at you. “Y/N I love you.” He didn’t say anything else, because his loving touch, and the gentle kisses he peppered over your face spoke volumes.

Those strong loving arms held you close, pulling you onto your sides. His cock keeping your bodies connected as he spooned you. Your husband loved you more than words could describe. The mere gentleness of this moment, had you praying that if you were to get pregnant, this was the moment it happened.

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[cilil]

cilil's Halloween special

ʚ𖦹ɞ Author's Note: It's that time of the year, revelers and travelers, and I present to you a little something I made to celebrate the season (and another milestone). This is a fun and silly choose your own adventure story with a couple of options and a tiny bit of romance and innuendo sprinkled in. I hope you enjoy (and that tungle doesn't randomly eat posts or links, fingers crossed)! Happy Halloween!

ʚ𖦹ɞ Featuring: Your top choices - Melkor, Mairon, Námo, Oromë, Nienna, Varda and Yavanna

ʚ𖦹ɞ Warnings: / (Just a tiny bit of spooky and the dork lords being their dork lord selves)

ʚ𖦹ɞ Additional mystery: Out of the seven objects described in the first scene, two are in fact real and in my possession right now. Can you guess which ones? (No, there are no hints in the story itself as it isn't about me, but maybe some of you know me or have a hunch. Happy guessing!)

It is not the first time that your fëa has found itself wandering the Path of Dreams in your sleep, though it looks different today. The sky above the great trees and hedges surrounding you is dark, stars twinkling weakly in the distance, and the only light comes from the full moon peeking through ghostly clouds. The gentle breeze carrying formless whispers from the forest is sharper and colder today, and the voices you hear are distorted and erratic. 

You wonder if this is Irmo's doing as you hasten along your path, if he has twisted the normally peaceful dream realm into one of nightmares. Or are other spirits out there that were roused by your searching thought, displeased by your presence or perhaps even curious? 

Instead of the golden gate and winding paths that would lead you to Lórien, you find a lonely, ancient-looking pavilion. It's overgrown with ivy, nearly covering it in its entirety. You have never heard any tales about such a location existing on the Path of Dreams, but your curiosity compels you to explore. 

There is no one inside, nor anywhere nearby. It seems to you as though this pavilion hasn't seen visitors in a long time, yet it isn't empty: Pillows sit on the floor, their vibrant colours faded, surrounding a small table with various objects on it. 

You examine the objects. Which one catches your interest?

☞ An old book with a rich emerald cover and silver ornaments. Its pages are yellowed and written in an ancient language you don't understand. 

☞ A perfectly cut and polished almond-shaped gem. It seems to be a ruby or opal at first glance, shining with a warm light from the inside. 

☞ A bouquet of flowers in a carved pumpkin. The plants all look as if they were freshly cut and harvested, but upon closer examination you see that they were preserved with wax. 

☞ A bronze letter opener in the shape of a dagger. When you run your finger across it, the edge and tip of the blade are sharper than expected. 

☞ An ancient telescope with strange symbols engraved. It's pointed at the roof of the pavilion, making you wonder what you are supposed to see there.

☞ A simple silver necklace with a pendant shaped like a budding rose. It seems unassuming at first, but the longer you look upon it, the more you feel like it might have been blessed. 

☞ A diadem with countless gems and pearls. Once it has drawn your gaze, you are in awe of the way it sparkles and glitters even in the twilight. 

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[puffmais]

I Feel You Linger In The Air (Rant)

I really needed to make this because I've finally discovered why so many bls fans (not everyone) keep ignoring this story in particular, which, in my opinion, holds the place for #1 bl of the year.

People are really not ready to watch great acting, great plot, great cinematography, great ost, great everything. You really have a period bl drama right in front of your eyes, but apparently one of the main excuses is that the relationship "goes really slow", and some people on Twitter and Reddit even said that Jom never shows his feelings just like in the novel, and that is always Khun Yai the one who gives affection. Let's go for the first one: first of all, are we watching the same show? Because we, as an audience, are fully aware that Jom was cheated on by his boyfriend in the present time, then he travels to the past and encounters this man (whom he has previously seen) and of course, he's shocked (both of them are since Khun Yai dreamed about Jom). You just can't expect a relationship to happen in the very first episode, that's not realistic, that never happens. This actually reminded me when Step By Step was airing and everyone kept complaining that "nothing" happened between the two mains, and the plot was slow, and people just stopped watching it. You really need to understand how relationships work: it takes time, and we need to follow the development, we need to feel those moments between the characters. The problem here is those really cringy, bad bl series with zero plot, terrible acting, and obviously having explicit s*x scenes in every episode, that made people forget about enjoying a great story and just consume any garbage content just for the sake of it, and I'm not going to make a list about those bad bls or those terrible actors because you all know who they are. The second one, do you really think Jom never showed his feelings towards Khun Yai? Once again, this is a character that has just been cheated on and got his heart broken by his long-time boyfriend. And let's not forget that this is an adaptation from a novel (yes, I read it), and every time a written work gets adapted into a series (or film) there are always going to be changes and situations in which all the production team has to work to make it as close as possible to the novel, but not the same in its entirety. Someone on Reddit said that they were happy because even though some scenes were changed from the novel, the dialogues were all the exact same and they were faithful in that sense, and I completely agree. Now, if you are saying that Jom doesn't show any emotion, you are coming for Nonkul's acting and I won't tolerate that. This drama has cast two of the best Thai actors in the industry. Both actors even said that they read the novel, and did plenty of research and preparation for their characters. So, no... you are not going to come for these two boys, because they are the best you will ever see.

And now, let's see some examples in which we can see Jom (slowly) growing feelings for Khun Yai: This already happens in EP2. Khun Yai looking so worried, asks Jom if he's feeling unwell and touches him so gently. Just look at Jom's face... I bet his heart made a jump because I know my heart would stop at that moment.

And what about the very next moment? Khun Yai: "It's like you've lost your blessing. Please, let me bring it back for you." (The softness in his voice...)

And Jom looks dazzled the whole time because he has this gorgeous gentleman talking to him like this, caring for him... Anyways, let's go to EP3. The scene in which Khun Yai tells Jom that he's buying clothes for him and Jom is surprised by this. And then, Khun Yai goes: "Do you like it?" (referring to the shirt)

And I bet Jom's brain was like: "Are we talking about the shirt... or you?". He just stares at Khun Yai like he's hypnotized (like more than 5 seconds, I'm not kidding). And what about this whole scene? Khun Yai: "If remembering makes you sad, just forget about it completely."

Here we have Khun Yai once again talking in his ever-soft voice (Bright's voice is just beautiful) and comforting Jom, knowing that he's suffering and having hard times, and Jom just takes and absorbs all this care and affection coming from the other.

When they come back, Jom thanks Khun Yai, he's grateful for everything, you can see it in his smile, and his eyes, and he exudes gratefulness. And then we see him looking at the bracelet that Khun Yai gave to him, and thinking about him... like come on, at this point we all know that Khun Yai is blooming in Jom's heart.

Right, let's jump to EP4. Jom becomes Khun Yai's majordomo and we have the scene in which Khun Yai shows Jom his new room. Khun Yai: "So now we're living under the same roof, Jom."

Look at him! He looks nervous and shy, taking in the fact that he's going to live with his crush and be with him 24/7, like imagine being as lucky as Jom... the boy is internally screaming.

The next scene, when Khun Yai is helping Jom with the typewriter, and Jom makes a mistake.

Khun Yai stops him by touching him and Jom's brain just stops working. My boy is gone, he just stares and stares.

And then, we have the scene in which Jom is helping dress Khun Yai. Jom: "So, why did you have to help me that much?" Khun Yai: "As I said earlier, I just want to choose what I want, and go by my wish sometimes."

LOOK AT HIM! HE'S GONE! WE LOST HIM! And besides he understands what Khun Yai is trying to say, Jom is no fool.

Khun Yai leaves and we see Jom like this: he's touching his face (an indicator that his face is probably burning) and he's internally screaming, please at this point we can feel Jom's sincere feelings.

Let's go to EP5. In the beginning scene, Jom sees things from the present time, and he starts screaming. Khun Yai makes his appearance, he's worried and he knows Jom is having a hard time once again. I want to emphasize how Khun Yai is in a drunk state in this scene, but that doesn't stop him from being the same gentleman, and comfort Jom in every possible way.

Khun Yai: "Jom, you're here with me. Just think of this as another home." (I screamed)

The entire scene is chef's kiss. Khun Yai's soft and caring voice, massaging Jom's forehead in an attempt to make Jom feel better and get rid of any negative feelings and thoughts. Caressing his face and then hugging him ever so softly, patting his head, every single gesture is just perfection, so full of affection. The silence in the scene, no need of dialogues, just them loving each other, and Jom being completely gone. He's completely aware that he likes Khun Yai.

Okay, EP6. We have a (very) jealous Khun Yai avoiding Jom and treating him kind of indifferently. In this scene, Jom looks hurt and worried that Khun Yai may be angry at him, and he basically makes Khun Yai explode.

Khun Yai: "Don't you know how I feel about you? Did my actions not reach your heart at all? Or should I write you a long poem? Or in what way should I tell you so that you can understand how I feel about you?".

Imagine your crush advancing to you like this... saying all those words... Jom was speechless, breathless.

Moving forward, Khun Yai finally directly confesses to Jom and asks him if he wants to be with him, and Jom agrees. I loved how Jom didn't reject him but explained to him that he was scared and worried about them becoming lovers and making Khun Yai's life difficult because of his family and society in general. Let's not forget that Jom comes from the present time in which until today LGBTQ people are still chased and k*lled, rejected, and seen as abnormal (I personally felt his speech because I'm bisexual and I know it's hard). And Thailand is still a conservative country in which gay marriage is not allowed, so like I said before: Jom is no fool and he's aware of the whole situation. But... love is stronger and our boys become a couple, and if after all this people still think that Jom has zero emotions or doesn't express himself... just go watch your empty bls in which the characters "fall in love" in the first five minutes like the most unrealistic thing ever.

I want to say that Khun Yai is the greenest flag ever, and Bright & Nonkul's chemistry is out of this world. I hope they work together again in the future because they are the perfect duo. Anyways, to all IFYLITA fans keep spreading the love and enjoying the best bl of the year, we can't wait to see these boys taking all the awards.

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[luminecent-sky]

How my team would interact in sagau: my mains

Just from the pic alone, its clear who my fave is.

Anyways, Ayaka is main dps, Barbara is healer(no kokofish yet, didnt have enough to get her after zhongli), Diluc is sub dps and Zhongli is sheild.

Ok now the interactions, with voicelines too!!!

A/n: i will be making one for all of my team comps, idk hot to tag this lol

tw. Yandere and cursing only in diluc's section

》 Kamisato Ayaka,

The first to be bestowed with a golden star.

Ayaka, gets along well with Barbara and Zhongli, hoewever when interacting with diluc she's a bit reserved. Because she knows i don't particularly like Diluc.

As my main, i may have spoiled her rotten.... giving her my first 5☆ weapon, the best artifacts i could get and even breaking my f2p status to get her costume.

Voicelines:

》About the Creator: Adored by the divine

Oh, you want to know when i got bleseed by the creator? Well it was when the first star showers began, in... April? was what the creator called it, anyways i am honored to be the first to receive the golden star and bringing honor to the Kamisato clan. The Almighty Shogun and Lady Guuji even hosted a celebration for this event.

》About the Creator: Honor

Being one of the first blessed is such an honor, i devote my entire being to their grace. What ever she needs i will become, be it her sword, her friend and dare i say it.... maybe even a lover. Everything i am is hers, my heart, my soul. I have travelled with her for so long that i know how to talk and help their grace should they ever come to teyvat.

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》 Barbara Gunnhilder

One of the original blessed, had been under the creator's blessing for the longest.

Barbara gets along with everyone, no matter what team she is placed in. Often seen with Ayaka and Diluc, because of their elemental compatibility.

As the one of the original 4☆ that we get in-game, she has been with me since the start. Her hydro vison helps Ayaka and Diluc do more damage and keeps them alive.

》About the Creator: Blessed by the divine

You know i always thought that the creator would abandon me after a while... It happened to Sir Kaeya, Xiangling and even Noelle. However she never did, i stayed, even gave me better artifacts, a better weapon.... So i decided that when their grace decides to finally decend I'll be one of the first to welcome her. To thank her for all she's given me.

》About the Creator: Worship

Ive learned a great deal of information about the creator, ive added it to the records of the divine in the church library. Most of the rituals we hold in the name of the creator is based on the information ive gotten. From the colors of the celebration to the items we offer. Ill make sure the creator won't have to lift a finger when she gets here, only the best for them. The price does not matter when the entirety of mondstat is willing to sacrifice everything for them.

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》 Diluc Ragnvindr

The second to be bestowed a golden star.

He's got a... complex relationship with everyone. He respects them all as he does with others, however watching them be favoured, cheered on and loved by the creator while he gets at most a "Oh you finally landed that hit, thank fuck." Or a "Damnnit Diluc- ugh I'll switch to Ayaka she would do better." Knowing that he is favoured but having the creator actually let him know are two different things.

Yes im mad at diluc cause he made me lose the xiao banner in june.. days before my birthday. He's very useful in my team but barely crits and stuff.

》About the creator: Unloved by the divine

Ah, about their grace... she doesn’t usually have anything good to say about me. However on the rare time she does i always keep it in my mind. I just have to work harder to earn their grace's forgiveness.

》About the creator: Determination

I have to get stronger so that their grace can finally feel confident in my abilities. I must prove that i can protect them. When the creator descends i can offer the dawn winery as a place of recidence for her. With her there, i can finally show that i am capable enough to be beside her. That one of the safest places in teyvat is by my side. They won't need anyone else to protect her anymore once she's within the manor.

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》 Zhongli - Rex lapis

The seventh to be bestowed a golden star

He gets along with everyone in the team often telling stories about his days as an archon. Always in the team and gfted the second golden weapon. Like barbara keeps the others alive.

Yeah he has primordial winged jade.... cause i got the weapon before xiao banner, and then lost i gave it to him. Somehow despite being on sheild build he crits almost constantly, has the record for my highest crit thus far. Of 62k

》About the creator: Archon blessed by the divine

About their grace? Well she is quite a lively woman. Ah you mean her blessings, to us archons being blessed by her is quite the honor, and as i am the only one she has blessed Barbatos and Ei have been understandably displeased. Buer is still acclimating to godhood after her imprisonment so she remains neutral about her opinion.

》 About the creator: Responsibility

As the oldest of the seven and only archon currently blessed i have made it my duty to serve her grace to the fullest. If she asks of it i shall even retrive my gnosis from Snezhnaya, her needs are of the utmost importance. Anything she desires, be it the rarest and finest jewels or the heads of those who displease her, all will be lain at her feet. When their grace decends i ahall return to my post as the archon and worship their grace with the people of liyue.

Tagging:

@meimeimeirin girl its here.

#sagau #tw yandere #genshin x reader #self aware genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact sagau #writings from the cosmos: genshin

[redd956]

Do you have any advice for worldbuilding religions? I have an idea of what i want practice of a certain facet to look like, but beyond that I'm stuck

Yes!

A few major things to always think about when worldbuilding religion

Size of religion

Cultural influence

Rituals/Festivities

The first thing I try to decide is what tone am I gunning for, and what do I want religion to do/represent in my worldbuilding. I work from there. It decides how extensively I want to work on and plan.

Pantheons & Gods

Decide if the religion is Monotheistic or Polytheistic, and balance your pantheons

(Also note that monotheistic religions often times technically still have pantheons due to how the religions formed over time, take for instance Christianity, with its saints, prophets, god, great angels, and demons)

For polytheistic religions try to create a general idea of what role each god plays in the lives of its followers. A common thing people forget about, and a thing that plagued me with two years of plothole filling, is how do the believers use an overall pantheon.

Are believers separated into groups who worship a particular god, but also acknowledge the others?

Are believers set to primarily worship one god out of a pantheon, the others being sidelined in their beliefs?

Are believers worshipping the majority of the pantheon, perhaps viewing a handful as powerful necessary evils?

Are believers equally worshipping the entirety of the pantheon?

Festivities & Culture

If holidays aren't originating from historical events, they often derive from religion, mythology, and folklore. Big influential religions become intertwined with culture, whether people like it or not.

This could be Christmas going from various Pagan religion's celebration of the winter solstice to a Christian holiday celebrating Jesus' birthday to a national tradition of gift giving many celebrate despite not being Christian. Every country sees culture influenced by religion in one way or another.

Other examples IRL

Religious clothing & accessories: Hijab, fez, kapp, modest dressing, clergy robes, cross necklaces, etc.

Calendar & work day: Working the majority of the week except for Sunday, national holidays, length of the month, start of harvest, etc.

Laws & society standards: Isms, Anti-Cannibalism, cleanliness culture, food consumption rules, etc.

Rituals

Rituals are also a major thing people think of when going to worldbuild a religion. This is the praying, the blessing food at the table, the enchanting a knight's sword with holiness before they charge into battle, the sacrifice into a volcano, the donating entire sheeps to a god's altar...

Rituals in worldbuilding are what can help differentiate and make the worldbuilding unique! Game of Thrones, Six of Crows, and Metro are all popular series that utilize religion heavily in their hard worldbuilding. In soft worldbuilding we also see a lot of unique religion; Hollow Knight, Spirited Away, and Dark Souls.

Ruling out the rituals and their important to the worldbuilding can do wonders to making a religion feel more real for the world it is in

Conflict

Sadly with religion usually comes conflict. This includes Isms (racism, sexism, religion vs. religion). Either way religion can play a greater role in military, government, conflicts, and more.

Take for instance warrior religion culture! Whether it be the Norse Vikings of Europe, the Pagan Roman Soldiers of the early Roman Empire, the Christian Crusaders and the blood trail they left behind, or even deities of war seen all over the world throughout history

(Im a sucker for war gods in worldbuilding)

Religion can be conflict, and for us worldbuilders, conflict can be very fun to play with!

IRL Controversy

A growing difficulty with worldbuilding religion is what I call mimicry, religion bad, and censoring

Mimicry

It's easiest and often even advised to pull from what we know when creating anything. However there's a point where we're not jumping off the deep end enough, and sometimes unintentionally we just end up making a slightly altered copy of an already existing religion. This can not only be offensive to the religion or it's people, but also limiting to the worldbuilder's potential.

There are always moments where this can be intentional in worldbuilding, especially for Alternate History and futurism worlds that are just an extension of what we know. But if its not what you're going for its a major thing to try to avoid.

Religion Bad

For many people extremism has ruined religion, and this can bleed into their work positively and negatively. That's when we run into religion bad! Where every single time religion appears, it is only there to be an evil, a badness, a stain. (This an awful way to think about religion in general, including in worldbuilding) This can cause people to skip over cultural worldbuilding, as well as limit them by forcing them to never indulge in any potential goods religion can cause.

Censoring

Now taking the previous two in mind, don't hinder yourself! Modern day Puritan Culture and Cancel Culture makes this last part hard to stop yourself. Self censoring is becoming more and more common for creators of all types, including worldbuilders. If you want to something guttural and grim dark do it! If you want to do something gory and cult-like, do it! If you want to do something whimsical and Ghibli, do it!

#worldbuilding #redd answers #dezert answers #worldbuilding religion #writing religion #world building #world building religion

[garglyswoof]

💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌 :)

Hey sorry you get this because I sat down to write the fantasy you suggested and this slightly time shifted canon divergence came out instead? I blame this song for the entirety of this short fic.

He was lost for words when it came to her, so he committed the image to memory instead, mentally cataloging the shades he would use to tease out the blue of her dress and her eyes. She commanded the room with her presence, in a way that raised his hackles when the thoroughly charmed males in attendance followed her with their gaze. He heard her words from earlier in his head, “Ground rules for tonight? No killing my classmates,” and regretted his swift acquiescence as he attempted this whole “friends” endeavor. 

They would never be friends, but he would allow her some time to figure that out on her own. He knew, for now, that the idea of it made her feel safe, but he still noticed her eyes searching for him in a way that belied simple friendship. She gave a small wave as their gazes met and he smiled at her, the tiny joy of it a bright thing in his chest, growing more as she gestured him over.

“You’re not talking to anyone! Why aren’t you mingling?” 

Safe, she may see him as, but it was certainly not beneath him to remind her of that day out in the woods, as he did now, a careful brush of his lips to the lobe of her ear. Accidental, you see, the room was loud with both music and conversation, he must get in close to speak, of course.

“Just admiring a work of art, love.” He felt more than heard the catch in her breath, watched the flush of her skin near her pulse point. Desire flooded him but he pushed it back until it sat just behind his eyes. She spun away from him and he looked up at her through lowered lashes, his mouth parted as he watched her expectantly. 

She fiddled nervously with the bracelet - his, he noted with a sense of fierce possession. The bloom was still bright in her cheeks as she asked, “How do you think it’s going?”

He had no idea, his focus had been singular this evening. 

He took a moment to gaze around the hall, decorated with snowflakes and stars that Klaus had heard firsthand took “a gajillion years to cut out because that’s not something you can do with vampire speed, ok?” Soft lights glowed amongst the cloud-like tulle that climbed up the columns that segmented the hall, and the walls were draped with soft shades of icy blue and white. His eyes returned to her face, her expression hopeful and a little anxious.

He didn’t regret breaking his vow. 

“It’s beautiful, love. The finest winter ball Whitmore College has ever seen.” He watched her eyes shift from disbelieving to shrewd to pleased in the course of a sentence, and his fingers twitched, desperate to capture her expression. He hid it with a raise of his arm, a clear request in it.

“Why yes, I would love a dance,” she said, her voice exaggerated in its graveness, lifting her arm and proffering it to Klaus, who clasped her hand and kissed it, his eyes dancing. He felt the spark at their touch, saw the light in her eyes as if it was arcing over to him in a blessing. She laughed and he felt a familiar sense of violence rush through him, an urge to destroy something, anything, anyone she wanted - give him a target, give him a reason he needed to get this feeling in his chest out.

It was almost poetry, how the world chose that moment. The hall, drenched in light, then suddenly gone but for the pinpricks in the tulle. Shrieks as confused senior classmen stumbled through the darkness, Klaus’s eyes adjusting fast but not fast enough. Caroline was not standing across from him, not smiling at him. His - her bracelet lay on the ground, almost lost in the dim light. He threw his head back and the violence took a new path as his roar was met with terrified screams. He tore through the crowd, uncaring, following the faint scent of her perfume, tearing the heart out of a brawny senior who had made the fatal mistake of drenching himself in Hugo Boss - the stench was cloying and overriding hers. 

He caught the sliver of light at the edges of a door closing and let the rage build. This, this was his lot. This was familiar, the rage, but never forget he’d had a thousand years to make a thousand plans to destroy whomever crossed his path. This time, even through the whirling of his mind as he pushed through the door and scanned the parking lot, this felt different. Skeletal trees, the sentinels of winter, bent in the howling wind as he pulled his phone out and flashed a dozen texts before it hit him.  He heard his own voice in his head, mocking thousands of others before him, the words branded across his mind as if dark ink on a page; love is a vampire’s greatest weakness. The pain in its own way worse than a witch’s spell. But he was used to pain, after all, he broke every bone in his body willingly as he did so now, his eyes the golden glow of a sun’s last rays of the evening, his features blurring and shifting until his wolf howled long into the night. It sounded like both a promise and a curse, and as the wolf raced along the trail of one Caroline Forbes, it felt like both of them too.

#klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #i enjoy writing gifts i hope you enjoy reading! #ask games

[m333rcury]

hold me

Teen Wolf X Reader

Summary: You’re falling really hard for Malia.

Pairings (within this chapter):

Malia X Reader

Word Count: 928

You looked down at the book open in front of you. All the words seem to blend together making it impossible for you to understand what the information being presented to you meant. You sigh and lay your cheek on your hand. “Think (Y/N).. This is a simple high school finance class.. It cannot be so hard.”

Bap!

Your thoughts get interrupted when you hear something hit your window. You turn towards it.

Bap!

There it is again. It looks like a pebble just.. hit your window?

You make your way to your window, leaving your open book behind at your desk. You open your curtains fully to be able to observe who or what is throwing the tiny pebbles at your window. When you look down, you smile. It’s just who you wanted to see tonight. The person who’s been on your mind all day. You turn your window handle, opening it. You stick your head outside, “Aren’t I lucky to be blessed by the great Malia tonight?” Malia’s concentrated expression turns into a smile, “I’m just glad I don’t have to keep using all my willpower on making sure these rocks hit your window without breaking it.” Her comment makes you laugh, “Need help coming up?” She scoffs, “Who do you think I am?” She’s climbing up the outside wall of your house before you can even process what’s happening- Before you know it her hands are gripping your windowsill. You grab onto her hands and pull her into your bedroom.

She takes a look around, taking a moment to perceive your room in its entirety. “This definitely looks cuter in person than through Skype.” She says while observing the multitude of posters you have hung up on your walls. “(Your favorite band name)? I’ve never heard of them.” Your eyes widen at this declaration. You immediately make your way towards your box of CDs and reach out for your favorite album. “Sit down, I’m about to school you.” You point your finger towards the bed and look at the brunette with an anticipative expression. Malia giggles at your earnestness, she’s never seen you so serious about something before. You put the CD in your CD player and press play. You sit down next to Malia, without thinking you’re sitting the closest you’ve ever been to her. Her body feels warm to the touch, just feeling her arm against yours is making blood rush to your cheeks. Maybe you were too bold.

Malia taps her foot to the beat of the music, she says nothing but she closes her eyes and hums along. She seems to be enjoying it. “What’s this song called? I like it.” You smile at her comment, “It’s my favorite song on the album. It’s called (Song name).” Malia nods in acknowledgement. You guys continue listening to the album until it’s over.

“I’m gonna need a copy of this CD..” Malia says once the final track of the album finishes playing. You playfully push her shoulder against hers, “I’m glad to have opened your ears to the beauty of (Your favorite band name).” Malia looks amused from your comment, “With you I’ll listen to anything.” Your heart skips a beat at her words. “You’re obsessed with me.” You try to break the tension between you with a light joke. Malia looks away from your eyes and notices the picture frame on your nightstand- She gets up from your bed to take a closer look at it. “You look cute in this, what are you like.. 6?” She picks up the picture to get a better look. It’s a picture of a tiny version of you with a cute dinosaur hat on. Kira’s also in the picture- wearing an identical hat of a different color. You both have big smile on your faces. You make your way towards her and smile at the picture she’s holding in her hands.  “I don’t know. Must’ve been a long time ago though.” You gently reach for the picture frame, wanting to put it back where it’s meant to be. Malia takes the hint and puts it back on your nightstand.

The fact that Malia can understand your wants or needs without you having to say anything out loud always makes your stomach feel funny. She makes you feel heard without even having to speak, she feels like the personification of safety to you. “So… why are you really here?” The look in Malia’s eyes is indecipherable. “I don’t know.. I guess I just wanted to see you.” She reaches out to hold your hand, “I just missed you.” She lets out a sigh of relief after saying those words, as if the information she just shared with you was weighing on her. “Hey,” You reach out to tuck her loose strands of hair behind her ear, “I missed you too.” The contact of your hand against her skin made your heart beat a little faster. Her skin was warm, very warm. Malia grabs your hand and pulls your entire body closer into a hug. Your arms are awkwardly tucked to your sides, “What are we doing?” You ask her, nervous that her intentions are different from your own. “I’m holding you. Do you want to hold me?”

You do. Really badly, actually. You push your insecurities to the back of your mind and wrap your arms around her. Right now, it doesn’t matter to you what any of this means. As long as you can be in her arms like this for just a little longer.

A/N: Hi everyone.. it’s been a while. I think malia and the reader need 2 learn to say more but i have this thing in my head that i belive that malia does more than she says... she isnt the type to ask the reader hey u wanna b my gf <3 its more of a... one day she wasnt kissing you and one day she was.. and then she just kept kissing u everyday and now ur not allowed 2 kiss other ppl... does that make any sense? anyways theyre gay and theyre gonna kiss. eventually...

#malia tate #malia x you #malia x reader #malia teen wolf #malia imagine #malia tate x reader #malia tate x you #teen wolf x reader

[thewitchandtheassassin]

What Would An Angel Say, The Devil Wants to Know Finale (Lena Luthor x Reader)

Summary: The aftermath of choices made.

Words: 1173

Warnings: mentions of death, language

A/N: A finale to our epic tale of sacrifice and heartache. This is the true end, despite the belief it ended a part ago. It all ends here, babes.

Taglist: @natasharomanoffswife @natasha-danvers @aaron-despair @username23345 @xjiasx @nowthisisliving27 @higherfurther-romanova @summergeezburr @marvels-writings @onlyafewfindtheway @captain-josslett @hayleyokami @aznblossom​ @everything201197​ @hayleyokami @b-5by5 @lostandsearching @evilcr0ne @softgamerking

-X-

You hadn't expected to still be able to feel things after death. You always assumed you'd simply stop. No longer existing. Thinking. Feeling.

Yet here you were, floating in the darkness of consciousness as you awaited your final thought. It was strange, anticipation flooding your mind as you waited for the proverbial swing of death to remove you from existence. It was almost like you still had the weight of your limbs; your body. But you should be ash by now, so it had to be your imagination coping with death.

Right?

Suddenly, light flooded into the darkness and you fell from the void into...

The gods' chambers?

What the fuck is happening right now?

Three robed, ethereal beings sat at a long table before you. Their glow was beyond words and you almost bowed but confusion bound your limbs so you just stared at them with wide eyes.

"Welcome, (Y/N)," the head of the table smiled, his hair a dusty blond and cheeks stretched kindly. "I'm sure this is all a shock for you."

"You're not old or...bald," you blurted, immediately flushing with embarrassment. Or all the things you could say, you chose 'that'.

The three reigning gods chuckled, amused by your honesty. The panic was wafting off you in waves but outwardly, you just looked bewildered by the turn of events.

"Why am I here? Surely I didn't earn paradise in death?" you questioned hesitantly, looking around. You'd never seen paradise before; it was a lot brighter than you had imagined it would be - and that was saying something.

"Yes and no, child," the goddess at the end of the table smiled. "You turned against your people to do the right thing but you also had a certain angel championing for you. She knew you would possibly die but she had such faith that you would make the right choice that she came to us."

"She begged for your life," the god on the opposite side continued, his bafflement apparent, as though he couldn't believe she saw something more in a demon. "She offered up her immortality to stop your banishment. If a demon or angel dies in a normal situation, you would simply cease to exist but this is no ordinary situation so we collected your spirit and brought you here."

"What happens next, though, is up to you," the head of the table finished with a firm nod. "You may return to your old life, among the demons, or -"

"Wait, sorry, hold on. Is Lena okay? What happened to her?" you cut in, oblivious to the silent exchange passing between the gods.

"She has given up her wings for you, young one. She will finish her life cycle on Earth and then be brought back to paradise though she may never be an angel again." The goddess was soft in her explanation but she could practically see the cogs in your mind turning.

"The other offer we can extend is allowing you to join her on Earth. Live your life as a human. Then return here as well, when your cycle ends."

Three pairs of thoughtful eyes gazed upon you and you felt like a rat in a lab. Could you leave it all behind and become a human? The thing you had despised for so long?

For her? Yes. You could. You could easily leave it all behind if it meant you got the chance to love her in its entirety. No age-old feuds, no powers, no expectations of grandeur and murder.

You could be free... with her.

"I pick Lena. Having a life with her," you declared without hesitation, not a shred of doubt wavering your words. Even if it was only one lifetime, you'd cherish it.

"Blessings be upon you and our angel. When you open your eyes again, you shall be human. Love to your fullest, young one."

A darkness fell upon you and you were gone before you could respond.

"Are we doing right, not telling them the truth?" the goddess questioned curiously. "It will not be a calm life."

Nodding, the head sighed heavily. "They are what humanity needs. The best of us all."

"Michael has prepared a place for them. A home, money, everything they will need to begin. They might not understand their destiny yet, but they will save what we cannot. They are the pieces missing for so long. Fate is a fickle mistress, sister. We must remember that."

"I hope you're right. For all our sakes."

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The feeling of tumbling back into a physical body that was once nothing but ash felt really fucking strange. They'd pieced you back together but gods, it was weird. Whole but knowing you'd once been dust in the wind, you couldn't help checking to make sure everything was attached before you carefully opened your eyes.

Sunlight streamed through the window, bright and warm against your skin. Skin that was... actually affected by temperature. By the softness of the sheets pooling at your waist.

Blinking slowly, you took in your surroundings. A nice little apartment in National City (ironic, considering how much you'd griped about never returning here again). You could hear quiet breathing coming from the woman lying beside you, her naked back facing you. You could see the tiniest outline of where her wings once rested and your heart ached. She'd given up everything for your life with no guarantee you'd come back. It was heartbreaking but humbling.

Cautiously reaching out, you pressed the palm of your hand flat against her spine and she hummed, still caught in whatever dream she'd been granted. You wondered how long you'd been gone, but it didn't matter in the end.

Shuffling closer to the fallen angel, you carefully wrapped your arm over her waist and sighed at the feel of her flesh against yours. Tears prickled at the corner of your eyes.

"You're here," a raspy voice whispered into the silence of the room, a pale hand sliding over yours against her stomach. "You came back to me."

"Always," you mumbled, forehead landing at the base of her neck. "You gave up everything for me. Why would I ever choose differently?"

Lena chuckled wetly. "It seemed fair. You died for me, (Y/N). I watched the light leave your eyes and held your body as it went to ash. You were gone..."

"I'd do it a million times over if it meant you were safe," you admitted. "Letting you die was never an option."

"You can't die again, I don't have anything else to offer," she halfheartedly joked, though you could hear the underlying seriousness. "They already have my wings."

Slowly rolling over, keeping your arm tight around her, a gentle hand lifted to cup your cheek. Her thumb traced just below your eye and she smiled, memorizing the unmarred flesh.

"Human looks good on you."

Inching your face closer, your lips met in the softest embrace you'd ever experienced. Demons knew carnal pleasure but not love. Never love.

This?

This was love.

#lena luthor imagine #lena luthor x reader #lena luthor #supergirl imagine #dc imagine #dceu imagine #dc comics imagine #arrowverse imagine #DC comics #reader insert #reader imagine

[civilight-eterna]

Hi can I request Kal'tsit/Theresa Sarkaz King powered mind sex? :3

blessed request, of course you can

...

There is only one person, in the entirety of this world or any other, that could pull Kal'tsit in from her own fathoms.

A soft entreat of her name, the gentle winding together of arms, and she's hers. It is the only word that needs to be spoken, and all the touch it takes to path their hearts together as one.

The fullness she feels around Theresa is terrifying. She tries, initially, to keep her at length, in spite of herself.

It is about as simple as going without air, or pretending the moon and her beauty do not hang in the night sky.

But as always, she can't distract herself with such metaphors forever. Not when they lay beside one another, not when Theresa cradles her face against her heartbeat, her breath gentle down the back of her neck as her body curls in.

Their breathing syncs, and it always happens a little sooner than Kal'tsit expects-she relaxes into a touch that they both imagine, hidden from reality together.

Where Theresa's feet touch the blank ground, their world draws itself in. Kal'tsit has never seen anything grow beneath her own footsteps.

In a place with nothing at all but Theresa, she has what she needs already.

You're always practical like that. Theresa's voice responds to her unspoken thoughts, and she lets the sound of it fold close around her. But we can keep dreaming. All that you want, and all that I want, that we can't have without these moments together...

Theresa's eyes are doleful, resigned. She's waiting for Kal'tsit to acquiesce.

And Kal'tsit does. Theresa parts the seas of her mind and Kal'tsit slides into the depths, enclosing herself there, offering everything up to her senses; Theresa shudders like it's her falling beneath the waves, and not Kal'tsit.

But it flows forth so defiant of any kind of control, before Theresa's naked psyche. It brings Kal'tsit to her knees. She can't put her feelings into words. Rather, she won't-but Theresa hears her heart anyway, and Kal'tsit knows she does, and that's enough.

Between the two of them, Kal'tsit knows it's herself that will take the entire share of blood on her hands. Theresa needs to stay pure. The world needs to believe in her, to heal beneath her touch. But as the color of Kal'tsit's feelings denote that affection, so too do they threaten to carve out her soft life. There is no ultimate safety nor understanding. Wickedness pervades, and it is not in those born into circumstances that culminate in attempts on Theresa's life, but it is Kal'tsit, the judge, the jury, the executioner. The one that sees these struggles and makes her choice.

Theresa might be the only one capable of seeing these depths in her for what they are.

Their arts hum to life along the currents of their bodies, passing thoughts, touches, everything along to the other, a tantric pendulum locking inside, swaying them together.

The fullness, the emptiness, the impossible sensations ebbing between-Kal'tsit shivers violently, Theresa holds her steady, and it runs its course until they're both spent, until Theresa is somehow astride her, doubled over and holding dear like one of them might die if she lets go. She's outside, beyond herself, a spectator in her own body, seeing herself through Theresa's eyes, through senses she shouldn't have.

It rushes through her ears. It crashes through her chest, it aches between her quivering legs. She's sick with her. Terminal.

"-Out." Kal'tsit gasps, and Theresa's thoughts wick away from the tangle of her own, but the syrupy, sickly feeling stays. She's drenched in sweat and though Theresa knows, by now, that it's not personal-or perhaps, that it is very personal-Kal'tsit can never quite squelch the natural guilt that pricks at her conscience as Theresa goes through the motions of accepting the curt rejection on her own.

...

She will look back on these times. She will remember how Theresa held her. She will remember the color of her feelings. She will remember all of these things, across even her long life, and never ever forget.

She will wish she'd never surfaced for air at all.

#arknights #theresa (arknights) #kal'tsit (arknights) #otp: these words are written for the you in times like this #this got angsty-i hope it's still sufficiently sexy #slightly nsft #requests #my writing

[kaeyachi]

do you know about lord Krishna (a deity) of the Hindu mythology? I'm not much of a religious person but i know ab him a lot bcz of coming from a religious household and somethings ab him and kaeya just clicks so much

I actually thought ab it bcz kaeya's constellation is a peacock and Krishna is often symbolized with peacock feathers, so i looked into it . I think there might be some links connecting the both but I can't say for sure everything is connected but somethings might be telling us what might happen in the future lore.

And if i really post it rather than keep it in my mind can I tag you?

Thank you for asking, anon! I do know a bit about Krishna (my mom had a Bollywood phase and Krishna was frequently mentioned) but I have a feeling you know better than me. I wish I knew more than just the basics, but there are a lot of similarities between them other than just the peacock symbolism!

I also realized while seeing some Desi!Kaeya fanart that he gives the same energy as to when I see images of Krishna (the fanarts are so good. Probably one of my favorite types of Kaeya art)

I will be using some texts from wiki to better explain my MAIN points because my mind is a mess and I need to learn to control my blabbering!! If i didn't do this, who knows how long this post will get...

Feel free to use this as a basis as well! I'd be happy to get tagged when you post about his possible future for in-game lore. For people knowledgable in Hindu, please feel free to expand on this as well!

"He is the god of protection, compassion, tenderness, and love"

-Kaeya has been portrayed as a protective force of Mondstat along with the rest of the knights.

-Noteworthy moments are him being said to protect a nun's family and his roundabout way in protecting Diluc's identity as the darknight hero

-"Specializes in awakening knightly virtues in others." - Text in TCG card

-he is the guy who planned a birthday party for a friend in secret and passed the praise to someone else.

-several instances of Klee mentioning him being like a big brother to her (him making her a survival handbook and teaching her tcg)

- he has a cryo vision. Love has always been a main topic when it concerns them, especially since their archon representative is the Goddess of Love

"They portray him in various perspectives: as a god-child, a prankster, a model lover, a divine hero, and the universal supreme being."

-his father has dubbed him as their last hope, already putting him on a (very bad for a child) pedestal. He is clearly seen as a possible hero for them and the entirety of Khaenri'ah

-seemingly the only curseless Khaenri'ahn thus far (hope we learn more in 3.5), and perhaps even "blessed" to have a vision

-known to prank and tease people enough that most descriptions of him are exactly about that

-was said to be the elderly's top choice for grandson-in-law

-crack idea but the game has this habit of inserting anecdotes or comments about Kaeya as much as possible to make sure to remind you of him. Suspicious, but so far its mostly funny things. He also seems to be a universal representative in-game oddly enough (frequently the face of tutorials or is part of the character trials).

Kaeya having Desi themes is definitely the biggest indicator to this. Were he not designed and named in such a way, many of us would have probably brushed this off (probably wouldnt have even connected the dots)

I hope this inspires further discussion. This topic is genuinely interesting in my opinion :)

#kaeyachi asks #kaeya #kaeya alberich #thank you for this opportunity anon!

[jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav]

How Obey Me Shot Itself In The Foot: Michael, Part 3

MASSIVE WARNING FOR DISCUSSION OF RELIGION. Specifically of Abrahamic religions (Islam, Christianity, and Judaism) and their shared God. I am doing this in a media analysis context, not to shame any particular religion or anyone’s particular beliefs. If that makes you uncomfortable, feel free to not read this post, stop reading at any point, and/or unfollow/block me. DO NOT try to start religious discourse on this post or in my askbox/DMs, I will clown on and block you.

Also spoiler warnings for a ton of different Obey Me lessons.

Intro (X), Michael (X)(X)(you're here)(X), Conclusion (X)(X)

In which we still don't talk about how Raphael should kill MC, but we're getting closer.

Michael, the Prince of Heaven

Michael’s role as head of the Celestial Realm involves a lot of balancing personal agendas with what’s best for the realm and what the angels want. This is similarly paralleled in the character and role of Diavolo. Diavolo is the Demon Prince, and founder of RAD, a school for demons that’s supposed to help further his plan to unite the three realms. This plan involves peaceful coexistence between humans, angels, and demons.

Except demons eat humans, and have been at war with angels for millenia.

Diavolo has been called naive before, and I do agree with that, but I think it’s worth noting he’s not completely naive. He knows that demons as a whole are pretty damn dangerous to humans, which is why he first selects Solomon, a powerful sorcerer with 72 pacts (including one of his Lords and his butler), and places MC under the protection of the seven Lords of Hell, who he knows are bound to cooperate with him.

Or at least, Lucifer is. And Lucifer controls the others. Mostly.

I’m not going to break down the entirety of Lucifer and Diavolo’s relationship here because this is already not about the main topic (why I think Raphael should totally try to kill MC). But long story short: despite the friendship (or romance, *eyebrow wiggle*) the two have developed, their relationship really got started as one of servitude.

Diavolo leveraged Lucifer’s incredibly vulnerable position (just fell/lost a war, is watching his sister die, has no idea what happened to his brothers) to bind him in an eternal pledge of loyalty, not that different from the one he just escaped. That’s… a lot.

But look at it from Diavolo’s perspective: Lucifer is a revolutionary. Yes, he lost against the Celestial Realm, but it was a fierce civil war, and the Celestial Realm definitely didn’t walk away from that unscathed. As much as he likes Lucifer, he can’t have this rogue element who has proven quite capable of drumming up an army to rally against a leader running around free. Plus, Lucifer is asking him to save Lilith, an act that, if done too obviously, would surely incur the wrath of the Celestial Realm. He needed some kind of insurance on Lucifer’s part should this backfire on him.

(However, Lilith fell in love with a human, and defied the rules of Heaven itself to save him… Perhaps, in another life, she and Diavolo could’ve been allies.)

Diavolo wants cooperation and peace between the realms, but he does have to protect the Devildom first and foremost as its ruler.

And similarly, Michael may have the same goals and responsibilities to the Celestial Realm.

If we look at Michael’s support of Lilith’s sentence under this lens, we can argue that he didn’t necessarily want her dead/view her as some sort of sinner. But consider why the Celestial Realm might have rules about interfering with mortals’ lives and human/angel relationships. 

The categories of angel, human, and demon have proven to be… flexible. But we’ve seen the kind of chaos demons and humans can cause when they have access to lots of magical power. While demons will happily lend their power to humans (usually in exchange for their souls), angels do not do this. They may protect humans themselves or offer temporary blessings, but angels don’t form pacts like demons do. The closest thing we’ve seen to an angelic pact is Michael giving Solomon the ring of wisdom, but notably that gave him the ability to control demons, not angels. 

For one reason or another, there is something very sacred and protected about angelic power. And any amount of it getting into corruptible human hands is unacceptable in the eyes of the Celestial Realm. It could be (and demonstrably is, if we look at MC’s unstable power in S2) extremely dangerous for the three realms if humans got access to divine power.

Michael might not want to enforce the rules by killing Lilith, but what is her life against the lives of everyone in the three realms? By virtue of his position, he must consider the larger picture.

He must kill his sister.

This also explains the strange way he approaches Diavolo and the exchange program. He likely thinks Diavolo’s plan of uniting the three realms through an exchange program is naive, and to be honest, it is. None of the realms are monoliths, and any drastic moves to integrate are going to result in tensions (or worse).*  

It’s hard to enter peaceful negotiations with a kingdom you’ve been at war with for millenia. It’s hard to trust the words of the Demon Prince, no matter how well-intentioned he might be.

It was Diavolo, Lucifer, and Michael who were in charge of selecting the exchange students for RAD. Whether this is because Michael selected Simeon and Luke, or also had a hand in picking the human and demon exchange students is unknown. 

(It is fucking CRIMINAL that we don’t know about any of the demon exchange students btw, I know Belphegor was allegedly one of them, but only one other, Diaval, is named, and we just — we never hear about them again? It’s such bullshit, anyway…).

Here Michael’s sending of Simeon and Luke can be read as a display of trust: both of Simeon’s judgement and a token of goodwill to the Devildom. If they can convince Luke, who has extremely traditional views on demons, that they aren’t all bad, then maybe there is hope for Diavolo’s plan. And while we know Simeon is somewhat on the fence vis a vis his loyalty to the Celestial Realm, under this lens we see Michael trusts him enough to protect and guide Luke, but also to keep tabs on Diavolo.

A Michael that parallels Diavolo is a Michael torn between the traditions of the Celestial Realm and his genuine love for his estranged family, as well as a burgeoning hope for a future without war between the three realms. This Michael behaves in somewhat contradictory ways not out of malicious hypocrisy and hubris, but due to his struggle between duty and love.

Which brings us to…

*So I already knew Diavolo’s plan of “uniting the three realms” has allegorical implications for stuff like multiculturalism and racial/ethnic integration, but reading this section back it Really sticks out to me, so I’d like to clarify something. I’m aware that I’m glossing over these implications. This is not an essay about how fiction, and fantasy/sci-fi in particular, use allegories. To be frank, I don’t think the devs thought about those implications and thus I have minimal interest in going too in-depth in analysing that aspect of Obey Me, at least rn. Maybe another day (don’t hold your breath, that shit’s way more complicated than this lol).

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me michael #obey me diavolo #mine #How Obey Me Shot Itself In The Foot

[heliads]

hi, lisa!!! how are you?

i read your last wanda imagine and i just loved it so much, it was stuck in my head all day and then i decided to watch descendants at night and i had an idea, so i figured i could come to you! i hope you like it!

here's what i thought, reader is nat's daughter, just like in the other one because i loved it, but she's still in high school and so is wanda, they're like 17/18 and reader is a huge disney/musicals fan, she made everyone in the compound watch all disney movies with her, and when nat took her to a broadway show for the first time it was the best day of her life, she's that kind of girl

and wanda is reader's best friend who obviously ends up watching all her favorite movies, so one night they're watching descendants for the 1000000 time and reader keeps talking about the "did i mention" scene and how having someone singing to her like that is her biggest dream, how she'd immediately fall in love, and wanda is like "oh, so that's what i gotta do"

so about a week later there's a school game or something like that, reader in on the cheerleader team and all the avengers show up to see her, and wanda surprises her by doing the descendants scene and singing to her and they get together because who wouldn't be in love after that?

and then nat comes to them and she's like "that was the cutest thing i've ever seen" and wanda is all nervous "so we have you blessing?" and nat goes "oh defitely yes" and then gets all serious "but be careful, i'll be watching" and wanda immediately takes her hands off readers waist, i think it would be funny lol

well, that's it! i saw you saying that you like details, so i tried my best! hope you like it and thanks <3

i do love details, and i love this!! i would kill for descendants

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For once, everything in Wanda Maximoff’s life is going well. It’s late on a Saturday night in the Avengers complex, and she’s crowded into a couch that’s long since outlived its use-by date. The thing is threadbare, all but falling to pieces beneath Wanda’s fingers, but it’s somehow the most comfortable piece of furniture in the entirety of the building, so it stays.

There’s a movie playing on the TV screen in front of her, one of her favorites. Wanda could close her eyes and jam her hands over her ears, yet still be able to quote the script word for word until the end credits begin. Wanda’s a firm believer that this is the best way to watch a movie, where you can have a conversation the entire time and still know exactly what’s going on with the plot.

Her sentiment is clearly shared by the girl by Wanda’s side. Y/N L/N watches the characters race across the screen and sighs fondly.

“Listen, I don’t care what the movie critics think,” Y/N says, “Descendants is the pinnacle of film. I have literally never felt so satisfied in my entire life.”

Wanda laughs. “Didn’t you say the same thing last week about Teen Beach Movie?”

Y/N grins back at her. “Yeah, and I’ll say it next Saturday about High School Musical. I’m an easy person to please, Wanda. All I need are 2000s haircuts and terrible songs.”

Wanda snorts. “I thought you loved the songs, and now you’re calling them terrible?”

“Well,” Y/N says languidly, “I can admit that they’re not, say, the most lyrically gifted. They’re just fun, alright?”

Wanda leans back against the couch cushions, watching the light from the latest scene play upon the darkened ceiling. “You don’t have to tell me twice. Honestly, I feel like we as a society need to give Disney movies more credit. Even the other Avengers like them.”

Y/N giggles, remembering the past team movie nights they’ve shared. “How could I forget? I think Thor had a fundamental change in his personality when he saw Frozen, and I know for a fact that Tony hurried off to his lab for like a week after we played Big Hero Six for him.”

“Tony was actually onto something, I think,” Wanda says offhandedly, “I remember stopping by his lab one day and seeing all this stuff about medical assistance droids. I legitimately thought he was going to make himself a Baymax until Pepper said he couldn’t use that much plastic. Still, I can hardly blame him for wanting to make at least some part of that world real. These movies are my favorites.”

Y/N slumps back beside her, their heads almost inches apart. There’s a faraway look in Y/N’s eyes, making Wanda wonder if she’s here at all or picturing herself back in the scenes of Auradon Prep. “Same here, Wanda. Same here.”

She goes quiet for a moment, gaze still trained upon the ceiling. Wanda lets the voices from the TV fade into background static, using Y/N’s distraction as an excuse to stare at her as she’s been trying to avoid all night. Wanda knows the planes and curves of Y/N’s face like the back of her hand. Even if she tries to convince herself that she isn’t infatuated enough to stare like a lovesick fool, Wanda knows better. This night proves it.

It’s just, well, Wanda isn’t used to things being as good as this. It’s easy to pretend that her life has always been perfect when she’s trapped in perfect bubbles like this evening, when if you squint you could almost believe that Wanda’s a normal American teenager and they’re all just fine, no questions asked. If you close your eyes and let the music wash over you, Wanda is blessedly normal and there would be nothing to stop her from loving Y/N as she wishes she could.

The problems, of course, come once Wanda opens her eyes and remembers where she is again. She’s not on the picturesque isle of Auradon from Descendants, nor is she a fairy tale character. There are no morals to Wanda’s story, only the time-learned lesson that no matter how hard you try to fight for your cause, you’ll never win unless you cheat.

This, though? Tonight, lying side by side with the girl she likes? Wanda feels like she’s been winning for quite a while. She and Y/N are on the breakthrough of something, some confession, and they have been for a while. Their smiles mean a little more than they did when they met, they let their gazes linger when the other pretends to not pay attention. Words have been on the tip of Wanda’s tongue for a long time now, but she’s never confident enough to force them out.

It’s silly to hold herself back like this, Wanda knows it. There’s no way that Y/N doesn’t like her as much as Wanda likes Y/N, practically all of the other Avengers have made it their mission to tell Wanda this at some point or another. There are no consequences to asking Y/N out except in Wanda’s head, yet she keeps hesitating.

The slow realization that Wanda may spend the rest of her life always on the outskirts of this grand truth stings at her, so she turns her attention back to the movie in the hopes of regaining at least a little bit of her good mood. 

On the screen, Mal is with her best friend, Evie, in the stands of Auradon Prep’s field, watching Prince Ben come alive under a love spell. With the way Mal and Ben argue in the later movies, Wanda always thought Mal and Evie had far more chemistry as a couple, but then again, maybe that’s just Wanda projecting her own feelings onto the nearest characters.

Y/N sighs contentedly as she watches the next song start up. “I love this song. Wouldn’t it be fun to have someone do that sort of thing to you?”

Wanda arches her brow. “What, bewitch you with a love spell and force you through magic to sing your heart out to the entirety of the school about how you think your feelings are R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S?”

Y/N laughs, shoving Wanda in the shoulder with a casual move that makes Wanda’s heart flutter in her chest. “No, you cynic, I want somebody else to care about me enough to sing their heart out to the entirety of the school about how they think their love for me is R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S. I just think it would be fun, you know? So many people are afraid to be seen with an Avenger that they’d never do something like that for me.”

Y/N’s voice trails off at the end, and Wanda hums in agreement. That’s the nice thing about maintaining a secret identity, at least in the public sphere: if high school isn’t hard enough, having a ton of people realize that you’re an Avenger would make it even worse. All the same, the teen Avengers have already been cautioned about staying away from relationships with non-Avengers. The stakes are just too high if anyone were to find out or be in danger.

“Sure,” Wanda says contemplatively, “I can see it. Plus, being in a movie would be fun. I think I’d love to live in a TV world. It would just be great to have everything work out all the time. You know your plot twists would always resolve themselves, and nothing could hurt you, not really. You’d be in control all the time, even when you weren’t.”

Y/N nods. “Exactly. Guess having someone sing to me like that would be the closest I’d ever get to that sort of world. It would be fun, though.” She repeats.

There’s a soft look on Y/N’s face, like she’s homesick for something that has never even happened to her before. Y/N must really want to have a song like that, Wanda realizes, and then a sudden thought occurs to her and she’s done it, connected the dots, had her own lightbulb moment. Wanda knows how to ask Y/N out, the other girl has practically spelled it out for her: a song.

Wanda barely even notices Descendants end, she’s too distracted thinking about just how she’s going to get this to work. She’ll need the proper setting, obviously, a sports game at their shared high school, but that’s easy enough to arrange, they’re in the thick of the fall athletics season.

The plan comes to fruition about two weeks later. Y/N is on the cheer team at their high school, the result of yet another plan to pretend that she’s actually got a normal life, and Wanda has shown up with the other Avengers to watch her perform at a football game.

Wanda is never able to fully understand how it is that the entirety of the Avengers team can show up at public functions with only hooded jackets, baseball caps, and sunglasses and still never be recognized. It’s the most terrible disguise ever, yet it works every time. Maybe it’s because it makes absolutely no sense for Steve Rogers to be commenting on high school football with Tony Stark when you could just have a family reunion in town with relatives that look exactly the same as New York’s hometown heroes.

Regardless, it works just as it always does. Wanda doesn’t need a disguise because she’s a student here, and she guides the Avengers to a spot in the stands where they can see Y/N’s cheer team well. They don’t know about her plan, but they’re about to find out.

Wanda shoots a surreptitious glance over at them. She’s not worried about their reactions, only Natasha’s. See, Nat’s all but adopted Y/N ever since the other girl showed up at the Avengers complex. 

Natasha still tells the story fondly, how they all filed into what was then the Avengers Tower one day to find a preteen girl waiting for them in one of the meeting rooms. She’d had her hands folded on the table in front of her, the perfect picture of business casual were it not for the blood streaking her from head to toe.

Turns out young Y/N had been forced to fight her way there through a pack of HYDRA agents after her for her inhuman gifts, but the Avengers didn’t know that, only that there was a nine year old covered in gore who had broken into their building without setting off a single alarm. Natasha claims that she’d loved the girl from that day forward, and Wanda doesn’t dare doubt it.

Basically, Natasha is fiercely protective over Y/N due to her status as the other girl’s parent. Wanda doesn’t think Nat would have a problem with her asking Y/N out, but you never know. However, she’s too far into the plan to back out now. All she can do is hope it goes well.

Wanda makes her move at halftime. The cheer team performs their usual routine, and after they finish, pause for a few moments’ applause before the music shifts to a new tune. Y/N looks confused, probably because she’s never learned these steps. Wanda watches panic flare across her face for half a second before Wanda heads out of the rows of seats, casually switching places with Y/N to guide her friend back to the stands.

An instant later, Y/N recognizes the song as Wanda knew she would: “Did I Mention” from the Descendants soundtrack, the song Y/N was talking about how much she would love to witness for herself. Delight replaces shock on her face, and Y/N’s beaming at Wanda so broadly that Wanda doesn’t spare a second to think about stage fright.

With the other cheerleaders as her backup dancers (it took barely a few seconds to convince them to help Wanda out, they were all delighted to take part in this), Wanda begins to sing along to the song. She’s been practicing for ages, watching that clip from the movie over and over to make sure she knows every word and step by heart. In fact, she’d go so far as to say that she’d make a better Prince Ben at this point than Mitchell Hope himself.

Wanda ends the song triumphantly, feeling more powerful than she’s ever felt before. Magic be damned, this was real and it was everything. Wanda’s living her TV dreams without having to switch a single reality. It’s wonderful.

This feeling only grows when Wanda sees the look on Y/N’s face: pure joy, easy and simple. Wanda walks off of the field to Y/N’s side, and finally asks the question she’s been waiting on all this time.

“Y/N, will you go out with me?”

Y/N’s laughing even as she answers back. “Yes, yes. A thousand times yes. Wanda, this was amazing.”

Wanda’s cheeks hurt from the force of her grin. “It was worth it for someone as amazing as you.”

There’s a sound of someone clapping from the stands, distinguishable even from the mass of applause coming from the spectators. Wanda turns to see Natasha emerging from crowds, looking proud.

“That was nice, kid. Really nice. Honestly, it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Wanda feels her familiar panic creeping back over her. “Does this mean we have your blessing?”

Natasha snorts. “You’re not getting married already, right? Yeah, you do. You two are sweet together. Still, be careful. If you break Y/N’s heart, I will break you.”

Wanda has no doubt in that statement. Belatedly, she realizes that she’s been hugging Y/N, and she quickly takes her hands off of the other girl’s waist. Wanda is very appropriate when she needs to be, and right now, she needs to not be broken.

Still, Y/N’s smiling at her, and that erases the last of Wanda’s doubts. The song was right after all, wasn’t it? This is ridiculous. Ridiculously good, just like the movie said.

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[ikusayu-no-hana]

kiden!! act ii

LETS GO THIS IS MY MOST FAVOURITE SCENE IN THE HISTORY OF TKRB EVER

genuinely fully in love with the idea of kasen narrating events like theyre a story. because thats such a rare glimpse of his vulnerability. and.......this is the first time we see him open up about his past and describe what really made him who he is, apart from the sanjuurokkasen incident.

he’s so full of love isn’t he? burdenless, still innocent, pure happiness. what we’re being shown is his time as a tsukumogami, several decades before tadaoki baptized kasen in blood. but as of now, where gracia is singing her child to sleep, kasen’s heart is, dare i say, the purest it’s ever been, because the tragedy comes in way later. it almost hurts to see what kasen used to be in the past.

(ofc the part of him being a tsukumogami at this point is just speculation and how i choose to interpret it)

oh yougknow i cried. i cried so hard when the camera switched to him mouthing the lullaby and tapping his finger on his sword to the rhythm. how many times had he heard that song before? he’s got it completely memorized . its about the tenderness its about the fondness its about the soft feelings . he’s had all these stories stored away in him with no one to tell them to and its so sad. its so so sad.

the way kasen adds his own little interjections in their conversations even though they cant hear him? love

nodding his head as his parents (thats what they are, arent they?) happily discuss their child’s future. this is the happiest scene in the entirety of kiden.

whenever kasen switches to narrating again he’s the present kasen, more somber, pained. it gives me whiplash.

i’ll mention it here for the sake of perspective: in the first scene, tama and tadaoki were 17 years old, and that baby was the future hosokawa tadataka. the honnouji incident would happen in 1582, when they were both just 19 years old (holy shit thats nearly how old im gonna be.............anyway). and kasen, at that point, was ofc a relatively young tsukumogami, having been forged in 1505.

he looks at his hand like he’s surprised it moved on its own.........

i find it so infinitely profound that it’s kasen himself who gives gracia that name. ‘the grace/blessing of god’

tadaoki’s terrible temper and jealousy were the real cracks in their relationship werent they.

FUCK FUCK FUCK EVERYTIME KASEN TURNS AWAY FROM THE VIOLENCE I CANT HELP DOING THE SAME. its such a human thing to turn away from something so morally terrible and kasen cant bear watching it. if he turned away from just this one murder, imagine how he mustve felt when tadaoki used him to end 36 innocent lives at once. its one thing to kill that many people in battle, because obviously the purpose of a sword is to be a weapon of war, but quite another to be used to end innocent lives as a means to set a mere example. kasen’s first kills ever broke the samurai code. no wonder he says the others dont know what kind of face to make around him.

there it is. she calls tadaoki a demon. an oni.

when you grow up in distrustful, toxic environment like that you learn to shut yourself up because you dont feel safe in it anymore and internalize it all as a method of coping, and thats exactly what happened to kasen. as the scenes go on and on he talks to them less (+ the fact that one by one, most of the hosokawa swords left the family, and kasen was left mostly alone for the next centuries, but i digress) the sanjuurokkasen incident just solidified that permanently . and as we’ve seen in the past sutes, that + tadaoki’s temperament affects the way he interacts with others, most notably ookurikara. and him absolutely coddling sayo, keeping him to himself, not letting him mingle with the Date swords.

The cherry on top of this scene is how kasen comes forward, saying the same lines from giden, ‘a bloodstained kimono isn’t elegant…not elegant at all’ while looking at his right sleeve, paralleling gracia’s own bloodstained right sleeve. He’s horrified, but at the same time, looks at it with resignation. The pure, untainted kasen of the past is………..no more. Love is pain, is the lesson tadaoki carved into him.

the sword tadaoki used for stabbing the gardener wasnt kasen. its obvious that kasen identifies himself with gracia, as a horrified witness, a victim even. him looking at his sleeve and being dyed red as well is proof of that.

on the other hand, if we discount the tsukumogami theory, it becomes like this: kasen is reliving the story inside him, right from the beginning of their marriage, and somewhere deep, deep inside, he’s still capable of being as kind and tender as we saw. full of love and trust. he’s just built so many walls around himself that it doesnt come out as open display after all.

im not sure which interpretation hurts more.

The next scene is like a bandaid over a gunshot wound lol

>Nikkari and kotegiri look at each other like ‘ah, there he is, let's do our thing’

I really like how the two wakizashi (sasuga wakizashi, always there to support you <3) have their own unique ways of comforting kasen. nikkari offers to have a bath together, an indirect way of offering concern, while kotegiri straight out asks him what happened. Im . you can see the concern they have for him, to approach him like that. im so glad kasen has friends that notice and look after him (<- sounding like a parent)

I know kasen says theyre not his memories but rather tadaoki’s story inside of him, but, in essence….arent they the same? Everything kasen narrated felt like his own experiences, the story he lived through, and the will he inherited.

>nikkari kneeling next to a lantern is such subtle nod to his story

awwwww its so cute how nikkari and kasen explain the battle tactics to kotegiri, he feels like their little brother wwww i love these three

kasen is right to be concerned about chougi taking kokin out for a ‘stroll’

I love how nikkari is honest without being overbearing thats literally  what kasen needs and i will scream about it from the rooftops. I really really like him so much and I hope hes involved in future plays as well  Please god  !

oh he’s so perceptive. literally leaves kasen, the poet, speechless. nikkari is amazing.

Kotegiri is so ????????? considerate?????????????????? he didnt want kasen to meet tadaoki in that state bc he thought he’d be disillusioned??!?!!?! im. thats so fucking sweet of kotegiri. to think of sparing kasen more pain. urhgrhghdghdfjnjdknfjdn going to cry wait. (kasen gives him a little smile at this. ueeeeueeueueeeee)

'utsukushisa wa, tokaku hito wo kuruwaseru' is such an abstract, raw, line. what the fuck kasen. it reminds me of this one paradigm i came across: beauty is terror. and what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? its important to note kasen says beauty (美しさ), and not love.

kasen's implicitly wondering if tadaoki's madness came from his perfect, married bliss. you could actually write an entire thesis paper on this scene alone.

btw just a thought but i think these screencaps should be framed and hung up at the Louvr–*gunshots* im totally biased when i say he's the most beautiful character in touken ranbu. in all its adaptations. forever and ever. ok just had to get that out lets continue.

im counting this little uta-gumi-interaction as the canon altered one after his kiwame. our kasen knows kotegiri well enough, and accepts the other forms of ‘uta’ that the other honmaru’s kasen couldnt. bless sute for drawing from original game content and somehow coming up w an even better interaction. viva la moonwalk !!!!!!!!!!!!!

(yay lets go on to the next scene while im still reeling about the hosokawa family!)

chougi hiding the fact that he's an inspector is an intentional plot point isnt it. i think he's going to be a central character in piecing together all the hints and clues from all the altered timelines to solve the Great Mikazuki Mystery. thats why he asked for the other honmaru's report from kasen at the end of kahakugeki.

oh my god that means no one recognized even his voice? i mean he was disguised and had a mask and everything in jurakutei's investigation so understandably they wouldnt know what he looked like, but his voice, surely???? i think manba will come back and surely surprise us with the fact that he knows. im counting on that.

kokin is SO perplexed and his face screams ??????? but he's being so nice about it. to be fair it WAS chougi that derailed their conversation anyway so kokin's justified .

man. kokin-sama is so beautiful. tsukaryo is so beautiful.

i like this chougi way more. the guy from the other honmaru in kahakugeki was more...stoic and brutal, suggesting theyd kill jizou if it came to that. but our chougi (<3) doesnt comment further on kokin's wish, just apologizes for suspecting him.

>kokin's senses r apparently sharper than chougi's bc he picked up on kikkou and shishiou eavesdropping on them

I LAUGHED THEYRE SO ADORABLEEEEE

here! chougi's interest is peaked as soon as shishiou mentions the troublesome bunkyu tosa-han inv. it must be this that sets chougi's sirens off, along w kuroda kanbei.

yeah, theyre not humans but stories.....fictionalised, romanticized accounts from unreliable memories, all mixed up and messy.

seifu.......

just occurred to me that once they got back to their inn (?) they mustve found kasen nikkari kote relaxing in the bath jdsnjsdnvkjnjkzsn. chougi, to kokin kikkou shishiou: saa, guzuguzu suru na! *finds the wakizashi and their captain in the ofuro after a traumatic event*

why make promises no one can ever hope to keep......😭😭😭😭

the way this timeline operates is completely different from the one in tosa worked. its actually terrifying how connected it is to gracia's will. like its completely living. (imagine if the city in this one started moving randomly tho. they wouldve never gotten out the dark passage). while ryouma is the last person to transform into his.....alternate form, gracia is the first, and only when she has transformed do all the other daimyo also transform

yea i lost count of how many times theyve said chichi naru deus rip. (would their god really wish for such a thing to happen to the natural world though? such an ...... unworldly thing. just saying . if i was a christian i wouldve immediately known the history revisionists were the devil's minions. but then again i cant imagine how terrible it mutsve been for them as a religious minority to be persecuted and hiding their entire lives in fear of death. they wanted to live. its different from the bunkyu-tosa humans where they wished for the future of the country as a whole. here, the christians make their own country for their own benefit.)

i love how everyone’s instantaneous reaction to being surrounded by enemies is to gather around kasen in position.

i remember being tired out in the second half of kahakugeki bc there were a lot of fights but they werent fights with real actors. kiden fortunately doesnt bore me because all the swordfights are so much cooler, and with real enemies too :)

i was just thinking 'wouldnt it be too crowded to fight so many people in such a narrow tunnel?' and then kikkou and nikkari literally save the day by chipping in!

i love the fact that sute emphasizes the 'aoe' instead of nikkari. i think kotegiri is the only one who calls him 'nikkari-san', everyone else calls him by his smith name, creating this sense of formal distance.

'bokutachi wa kigai sou da na' in many ways, aoe and kikkou are the same; werent they both shortened? aren't they both a little strange?

KURAGIRI TSUURO MY BELOVED

the way kokin says he found something is so funny like. they mustve been groping around in the dark for some kind of clue as to where theyre going and kokin just finds something that very coincidentally happens to be just what they need and kote and shishiou r like OHHHHH. and then they start dancing. i was surprised but i loved it. esp the lighting.......the overhead dark blue complementing their lanterns’ orange glow was a palette artists (me) would go crazy over . kasen looks beautiful btw.

🤡🤡🤡 besties how could you get lost you were LITERALLY DANCING TOGETHER A SECOND EARLIER.

noooo jizou dont run awayysydyfhdsajsf youre hurting kokinnnn

HOW is jizou stronger than kokin despite being there for the same amount of time. but its true that kokins bad at fighting (said so himself) and has been in lesser fights than jizou has been in. so.

what a pair they make. a traitor’s daughter and a traitor touken danshi.

i like this interpretation of the game’s lantern mechanics.

badass gracia badass gracia BADASS GRACIA BADASS GRACIA. tousute women are such strong characters but they come at a heavy mental cost tho

in kahakugeki jizou literally screamed kokin’s name like he hated him, but in kiden our jizou sounds apologetic, and seconds later he does apologize.....;-;

actually they do it twice dont they. at first its ‘jizou yukihira!’ ‘kokindenjunotachi!’ but when theyre leaving its ‘jizou...’ ‘kokin...’ softer

if kasen said 無粋 な 真似は やめて もら お う か to my face i’d kill myself

they still have their lanterns in hand and its insane to think about how all this is happening under a castle in a narrow dark passage where they can possibly hear each other’s fights and yells and basically th entirety of the characters r fighting in the kuragari tsuuro. like all 19 of them + the TRA. it mustve been chaotic

ARIMA HARUNOBU AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

his existential crisis strikes me the most....in reality he was ordered by hideyoshi to commit seppuku BUT since suicide is a sin in christianity, he requested to be executed. his wife reportedly kissed his severed head after his execution.

but this harunobu doesnt know how he died because hes a mix of reality and rumours and. its painful not to know who you are

pls sute can we have kotegiri dancing with kikkou shishiou and nikkari some time in the future pleaseeeeeee. you already mentioned in muden that they do but i also wanna see it

second time kasen says ‘katsute no aruji ga aishita’

chougi chougi CHOUGI BELOVED

i had to wipe a tear bc chougi and kasen fighting together so in sync was too beautiful. you dont get that type of synchronicity at random. they mustve practiced a lot at the honmaru.

a moment to reflect on how killing even these fake humans is painful

and of fuckng course nikkari would be concerned about where their souls would go ...... if they would even be counted as souls

‘do not pity the enemy you cut’            ........

FUCK kote had a nosebleed accident

the absolute sarcasm in chougi’s voice when he asks kokin if this is the Time to be reciting poetry. bestie let him be, poetry is his coping mechanism.

‘have you forgotten the poem?’ implying kasen has recited it to him in the past ok ok ok

very interesting how kasen addresses everyone else by either ‘kimi’ or ‘kiden’ but kokin by ‘anata’ but in his kiwame it remains ‘kimi’. this may mean nothing at all. or it may mean everything.

kasen......the kindness kasen knows is different. its brutal. it has an undercurrent of violence to it. he’s actually ready to cut down jizou for this mission, even says so in a later scene, telling him to defend gracia with his life. with kasen it’s always extremes.

yeah, and kokin does struggle with too much kindness

LETS GO LETS GO KASEN KANESADA NO UTA O

she calls kasen ‘ano hito’.......like he’s a person. actually he is, since he carries tadaoki’s heart, which ties in to gracia calling him a demonic husband. a demonic person’s sword will also be a demon. or the devil himself.

oh boy shinken hissatsu sequences!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

im so happy they had ALL of them battered bc in iden only tosa-gumi were hissatsu’d and it was kind of disappointing (<- she wanted to see izuminokami’s awakening)

YESSSSSSSSSSSS kikkous inner.........restraints!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sute did that. sute REALLY DID that

KOTEGIRI . he’s so fierce

you can really hear the italian/spanish (sorry idk what that instrument is but its def european!) influences. manzo did say they put a lot of effort into adding christian influences into the soundtrack . and by god did they succeed.

BUT THE BIGGEST SURPRISE WAS NUE WHAT THE FUCK NUE I KNEW YOU WERE ALIVE BUT SUTE MADE YOU EVEN MORE ALIVE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE IT HES BITING THEM shishiou has abs KILL KILL KILL BITE KICK ASS YEAHHHHH THEYRE SO COOL

im just going to say it: nikkari is sexy as fuck. just the right amount of exposed skin. cursed red eye free from hair curtain. unhinged laugh. sensual action sequences. disheveled hair moving like water. my image of pure soft mashiro is shattered by those abs. and perfect bgm btw it feels like im ascending

chougi walks onto the battlefield like god sent him. like he’s the hecking reincarnation of death. which he is. (umechan’s growling is spot on.)

oh this silence after chougi leaves.  i know whats going to happen but it still makes my hair stand on end. here we go

FUCK

FUCK FUCK FUCK

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

FUCKING HELL

that opera wants me dead.

kasen emerging like he’s a statue made from marble, looking like that??? all ruffled up???? the shadow of anger on his face? with THOSE muscles? i think its my bias speaking. but that exposed shoulder is the single most sexual thing ive ever seen. i mean that in the most respectful way possible. and wadakuma has literally bulked up for this so his hissatsu in hiden pales in comparison to this.............

and his voice comes out like its being dragged out from him. like he can barely get the words out due to anger. he’s super fucking mad

THIS. this is the most spirited fight he’s ever had. its so obvious he’s on a completely different level from his teammates (he’s lv99 isnt he) with the way he’s slicing and controlling an entire crowd . he’s grown so strong....................... 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

i forgot to breathe

how does kasen still look like the most beautiful being in the universe despite being injured.

just like gracia, kasen feels the pull of fate trying to bring them to each other. there is literally no other explanation. their stories are just that strongly connected to each other.

he’s being honest for a second and admitting he had doubts. also the third time he says ‘katsute no aruji ga aishita’ like its drilled into him.

taken aback by being called an oni......maybe he thought gracia hated him, was looking at him with the same hatred she felt for tadaoki

kokin isnt supposed to cry please nooooooooooooooo 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 we all wish honnouji hadnt happened but seeing kokin finally lose his composureeeeeeeeee

otomo sourin is..........undeniably one of the most sincerest christians in this. he wanted to genuinely let all the christians born there live their lives, but in the end, this place he thought would be better became engulfed in the same ‘blood and war’ he wanted to escape from. its so heartening to see the touken danshi respond to him with that same sincerity. ‘we’ll certainly carve it into our chest’

here lies jesus betrayed by most of his disciples. the last supper lived up to its name

‘the presence i feel from you is one im very familiar with.’ is a strong (and the first) confirmation of the fact that chougi and manba are directly Connected to each other. fused and attuned to each other. i mean chougi hadnt even met manba for very long, with the latter leaving for his kiwame journey on the same day that chougi arrived. because no one other than chougi himself seems to feel that kuroda kanbei is.......different from the others. in any case, we can safely conclude that a piece of manba is lodged in chougi, just like a piece of chougi is lodged in manba. theyre the same but different, destined to have this indivisable connection.

in the same vein, i wonder if those from the same smith schools also feel the presence of their fellow crafted swords? perhaps those who’ve spent a long time together? or replicas and originals? would kasen be able to uniquely perceive izumi? would horikawa and yamabushi too, like chougi, be able to discern manba’s presence from a sea of swords? its an interesting idea with countless possibilities, so i’ll wager yes.

(chougi senses manba, kasen senses gracia, their connections run parallel)

kokin’s first human kill is ukon. its a shame the camera didnt switch to a closeup of kokin bc right after he stabs him, kokin strokes his sword and looks at his hand....

im not completely sure about this, but kasen is fearful, or at least very wary, of ukon. in kahakugeki when ukon yelled at him in his altered form, kasen flinched terribly. and now, when ukon is requesting kasen for something, kasen is suddenly on his guard, eyes widening. honestly idk why? maybe he thought he’d transform into something else? scared of what ukon might say??

about the bell tolling after ukon dies: its a death knell. ‘the ringing of a church bell immediately after a death to announce it.’ also symbolizes the end of something, or something that will end soon. in this context, the last of the christians has fallen. harunobu, sumitada, yukinaga, sourin, ukon, and then the tensho embassy. kuroda kanbei has essentially deserted them, and now only gracia remains. (when i typed this out i realized how bleak that sounds)

their roles were brief but.......the tensho boys did leave their mark behind. and their last words were haunting. and otomo sourin’s last few words as well.......

(i think nikkari may be subtly suggesting they all were spirits?)

‘surely someone somewhere within this sky is watching over you. kotegiriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii im going to shake you so hard

FUCK THEY SHOW KIKKOU NIKKARI SHISHIOU KOTE LOOKING ABSOLUTELY REMORSEFUL AND STUNNED WTFFFFFFFF

i mean i know thats manba, in some fucked up way, but i cant help not feeling attached to him (it?). and he is definitely acting on his own will, even fighting against the tra whenever it suits his own purposes, but its simply not our manba. theres this theory that that’s what manba is reduced to after his kiwame training goes wrong or something but i dont buy that. our manba is strong enough. he wouldnt be reduced to a time-hopping masterless sword like that.

this time chougi wins. you know how stupendous that is? just in his last appearance on stage, chougi had his ass handed to him in front of everyone by manba. now he fucking breaks manba’s fake with his own two hands. fucked up but also amazing narrative.

and he’s SO hell bent on protecting manba’s legacy. He’s so mad on manba’s behalf. AND HE DOESNT CALL OUR MANBA NISEMONOKUN HE CALLS HIM YAMANBAGIRI KUNIHIROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DELICIOUS DELICIOUS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

‘yamanbagiri kunihiro. until you come home, i’ll protect this honmaru’ FUCKED ME UPPPPPPPPP he’s one of them now he’s one of them he has companions and he’s become less prickly than he used to be he’s HE’S BECOME A SUTE SWORD!!!!!!!!! that loss and uguisumaru’s lecture mustve made him introspect what his ideals and attitude entailed for the first time . that scene at the end of jiden where he’s standing at the top looking at everyone go about their daily chores? that was the start of his turning point. he realized he still had so much to learn about this honmaru before signing it off as merely pitiful. they tamed him <3

it all ties back to fucking oda nobunaga at the end im going to tear my hair out

pain pain all i know is pain . all kasen and jizou and kokin know is pain

be ready to protect her with your life because kasen knew a man who couldnt and regretted it till his dying day . he’s literally threatening to kill jizou i havent seen a sword wanting to destroy another ever since hiden. the hosokawa swords r fucked up

organs in the bgm are taken directly from the game ost

when gracia makes the slightest movement kasen and kokin r immediately on their guards . cryyyyyyyyyyying

um UM???? KAI-CHAN’S LINE DELIVERY????????????????????

‘anata wa inferno ni itte naranai. jizou bosatsu no michibiku ni shitegainasai. mada modoreru.’ english cant do these words justice. she’s choosing to give jizou up bc not only are they not supposed to be together, and she wants jizou to follow his own path rather than force himself to follow hers, which would be an irreedemable sin in both their faiths.

there we go. she cut their connection.

THE WAY kasen puts himself between jizou and graciadknsdkjnesjknfnsfkjnfkjneakfnueihnivasndkvwniugniufvnsfdjkanvuancuiasnkjcdsnvjkarnuesnkfjfnskdjvniuafnjesniuwenifunewanfiuwnfiu keysmashing isnt enough i need to jump on my keyboard

he tells kokin to take care of jizou not because kokin needed to be told or ordered to do so, but rather because kasen needs confirmation they’ll be safe and okay till he comes back. bc despite threatening jizou, he cares. and this line isnt even in the game event btw.

i hate and love this part. hate it bc it makes me cry.

(puts on my tinfoil hat) ave maria as a choice is actually so interesting because:

loved one's death I wonder who that could be djsdjdbcnsgshdodhdjfjdbdjdbfbd 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 KASEN’S BELOVED GRACIA OF FUCKING COURSE

note: ‘full of grace’ in latin is literally gratia plena (as in gracia, get it?)

of course, this bgm has drawn inspiration from the last boss bgm in the game’s keichou kumamoto event itself, so the ave maria bit comes in from there, but sute (full of absolutely insane people) have extended ave maria’s duration so that it perfectly lasts for the entirety of kasen’s and gracia’s fight.

oh btw this is the actual wall painting inside kumamoto castle’s honmaru goten! 

they changed the original painting to that of a couple which, 99.9%, is supposed to be gracia and tadaoki ;-; stabbed me in the heartdfghjk

(side note: the game has this change as well, but only on the first time you defeat the last boss. all subequent times you defeat the boss, the wall retains its original form, implying history has been corrected)

and thats not all the significance this painting has!!!!!!!!!!! according to the official kumamoto castle website, the original painting depicts wang zhaojun, one of the famous ‘four beauties’ of china. you can read a more comprehensive version of her story here, but the most important thing is that she, too, despite being hailed as virtuous and intelligent, was denied her rights to return home because of men in power, and died by suicide. like gracia, she also was a symbolic political figure (whereas wang zhaojun is said to represent the ties between the han dynasty and the mongolians, gracia’s death served to drive tadaoki to ieyasu’s side and arguably aided in winning sekigahara). what kind of coincidence is that.

theres a moment where he simply gazes at her. i cant emphasize how much him just looking at her means so much.

its like kasens body moves on its own but his mind is still clouded and the reality and hasnt caught up with the reality of what he is about to do.

for those two seconds she was saying nikukute nikukute nikukute, kasen must’ve thought she was talking about him, but then she adds that very soft ‘itoshii’ and his eyes cant go wide enough, like he’s woken for the first time, realizing the severity of the kill. ill never forget that face.

and tama sinks to her knees, fallen, just like she did when begging tadaoki to kill her.....time is a flat circle

my eyes popped out when tadaoki appeared like he was some kind of angel sent by the heavens. or some kind of ghost.

 theres nothing but love theres nothing but pure love in his eyes as he looks at gracia.

i once read somewhere that home is the first place you learn to run from. kasen’s been trying to outrun a lot of his past but this scene is like coming back home after a long time out in the rain. his parents finally notice him and are proud of him, for being as he is, painful stories and all. i cant stop looking and choking up at his bewildered face when tadaoki says those words. genuinely. this was his divine salvation, the first time we ever see him cry.

unlike cain and abel, kokin is his brother’s keeper. he nearly lost him once and he’s not letting him go ever again.

‘jizou yukihira [...] i will pray for your flower to bloom....’ says gracia as she disappears..............a play on the title. you knwo what that means? it means gracia has transferred the title of flower over to jizou. (kasen later also reaffirms this, saying ‘it is not the time for you to scatter yet’ to jizou when he asks kasen to kill him. wait now that i typed it out thats so dark)

isnt it quite ironic that he chases them after they’ve disappeared and gone? there’s a limit to how much a heart can restrict itself.

(the arm which kahakugeki kasen and kiden kasen wipe tama’s blood on r different. in kiden, he does it to his right forearm, which takes me back to the time he was looking at his own sleeve after tadaoki bloodied tama’s sleeve. that right forearm is like a sort of landmark for emotional pain. red blood on a blue kimono makes purple.....)

the first time he ever offers a smile to kokin and i break down. i

to some swords their master’s feelings come easily enough, and everyone else recognizes them (like mutsu in iden) but kasen and jizou, because they were part of a cosmically complex story about something that to most swords is indecipherable (love) they dont know how to understand or know sansai-sama and tama-sama’s heart.

‘what are you thinking of right now? what am i thinking of right now?’

there’s so much of kasen in this dialogue. and. i dont have any words left. like kasen said it isnt something to be described by such everyday, ordinary words. but what remains is that even if he thinks he’s far away from being elegant, he hasn’t lost his poetic spirit in all this violence. that integrity, he has kept.

compared to kahakugeki, his voice is less brash and abrasive when telling jizou to stand. these small differences actually make a whole world of difference.

the absolute look of heartbreak jizou gives him

and its almost imperceptible, but kasen nods at him. and im not 100% sure but he offers him a small smile as well.

there it is. the amatsukaze. the heavenly wind that with it hopefully took away with it the souls of those that died. (since the wind is representative of kokin it feels like he’s wrapping up the events of this investigation, bringing it all to an end.) (i read a repo by someone that wondered if what kasen glimpsed at those last moments was actually paraiso, heaven, and thats why he was so shocked. its left up to our interpretation)

these lines of dialogue feel like kasen wrote them down in his own diary. in kahakugeki this was the exact dialogue given to the kodanshi. i wonder if kasen simply handed the script he made to him so he could tell a story from it.

‘the year after gracia’s death, the christianity ban wasn’t lifted, but tadaoki established a church. at the mass, it was said he lamented gracia. even now, tadaoki’s and gracia’s two graves, lie side by side in the hosokawa clan’s cemetary.’

kokin’s incoming call, again, is: 来ぬ人を　待つ夕暮れの秋風は　いかに吹けばかわびしかるらむ [What is the nature / of the autumn wind’s blowing / that it brings such grief / when in the dusk I await / someone who fails to appear? (from the tkrb wiki)

summarises all the longing and pain wholly.

also, its coincidental he mentioned  秋 here because the kikyou flower, symbol of the akechi clan, is one of japan’s ‘seven flowers of autumn’. despite all the association kiden and kasen have with spring (new creation, blossoming ideas etc) the seasonal and character developmental journey has left us at autumn, with kasen coming back to us with a kikyou replacing his peony.

i suppose some would call it sute wanting to quickly end kasen’s character arc, but him departing for his kiwame journey goes to show how frantic and eager he was to really achieve his full potential. and you know what? fucking good for him. he deserves it. i was fully happy with it. more than happy in fact. ecstatic.

but also, its funny how he left right before the incoming call came in again. i mean surely he didnt know when exactly it’d come right? in the game, kokin literally says ‘to wait or to keep one waiting, im not very good at that’ and kasen, absolute mad lad, does exactly that omg.

apparently, only kikkou and nikkari knew of kasen leaving.

nikkari’s smileeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. he’s happy for kasen.!!!!!!!!!!!

kasens smile!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! his pure, genuinely delightfully rare smile!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! while he’s off !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im so happy i was alive to witness it

church choir in the bgm!

them. kidengumi. dear dear dear kidengumi. rode out this hard mission together. high fiving each other. i dont even have words

KASEN MAKES THE SAME POSE AS THE TIME HE EMERGED IN HIS SHINKEN HISSATSUUUUU

as far as i’m concerned, this is what divinity looks like in mortal form . i could wax poetic about the composition of this scene, his costume, which solidified completely my love for his kiwame, the little butterfly accessories, wadakuma’s constant dimple..... (i say this very calmly for a person who went into hysterics for the rest of the day after seeing it live. all that emotion nearly made me throw up. im so so so so so, so proud of him.) i don’t think i’ll ever stop getting goosebumps from his shinken hissatsu and kiwame. even though i’d been spoiled since the start of april i cant believe that it really happened. kuma’s triumphant smile right as he struck all the tra at once.....i wonder how it mustve felt like. being so powerful, the centre of this story, and that being the last performance too.....man hold on i need to cry

The first words he says to us, after returning, are  literally tadaoki's death poem (despite his nonchalance about  sansai-sama's death in his kiwame letters, it must've hung heavy on  him):  皆共が忠義 戦場が恋しきぞ いづれも稀な者どもぞ (sorry idk how to translate this without  it sounding incomplete but the gist of it is that he misses the battlefield,  and all the rare people that left him) . and kasen adds in his own  little line as well: やがて 僕たちもそうな るのだろうか？でもその時までは. will we eventually become thus as well? but, until then...

(kasen’s understood and seen mortality right in its closest proximity. he’s contemplating the possibility of them one day becoming nothing.....having to leave the battlefield for good. which ties into something ive been wondering as well: when they finally defeat the tra, save mikazuki etc, when there wont be any enemy left, what would their purpose be? kasen’s answer is simply, we won’t know until we reach that point. until then, they will keep fighting. that is all.)

kasen left reciting gracias death poem and came back to us with tadaoki's death poem on his tongue.

its like he’s casting off who he used to be and, like a butterfly, has reinvented himself by letting his old self go. I'm not a christian, and haven't witnessed any christian rituals, so I say this with secondhand knowledge only: kasen's kiwame reveal felt  like a Baptism. an interesting commentary on one of the bible passages comes to mind: "O merciful God, grant that the old Adam in this child may be so buried, that the new man may be raised up in him." what is metamorphosis if not a temporary death? he buried the old tadaoki in him. i mean buried as in come to terms with. he’s no longer fighting and struggling against him. acceptance, like kasen mentions seeking in his kiwame letters, becomes him.

i can’t get over how in the curtain call bows, wadakuma cant stop looking and smiling at the audience. you cen literally feel his happiness radiating everywhere. no more crying like in kahakugeki’s daisenshuuraku, they made it out the dark tunnel. just. god. im so full of emotions whenevr kiden is brought up. kuma loves kasen so much.

im glad suemitsu-san spent so much effort on making kiden as faithful and true and sensitive to everyone’s characters. im so so glad that we got two keichou kumamoto adaptations. im terribly happy that they could tell us the story of our sute honmaru’s investigation, without compromising a single thing. i’ll carry this happiness within me for a long, long time, even if i wasn’t there in person. if anyone has managed to get done reading both of my silly posts and made it till here, i hope you’ve felt the same gratitude and bewilderment and all the various mixture of emotions kiden threw at us. kasen is my favourite character, and i hope this beautiful tale has left a mark on everyone who saw it, just like kuma said.

(thoughts on the ed here)

#keysmashing and meta paragraphs co-exist in this #anyway......there was a fuckton of symbolism and somehow i managed to empty 50% of my mind through these two posts #kiden was a love letter to kasen kanesada <3 #tousute #kiden ikusayu no adabana

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Personal Background: Path

My full-time training began when, in 2007, I was accepted into the Shamatha Project – a three-month meditation retreat that served as the first rigorous, long-term scientific study of meditation – led by my teacher, Dr. B. Alan Wallace. (You can read more about the Shamatha Project here. You can also read the many scientific papers that have been published from it here.)After the conclusion of the study, Alan offered myself, and a few other practitioners, the opportunity to continue meditating full-time under his guidance, which is what I've done ever since. I've also been extremely blessed to have received personal guidance from H.E. Garchen Rinpoche, Ven Gyatrul Rinpoche, and H.H. Sakya Trizin Rinpoche – as well as attend teachings with H.H. The Dalai Lama, and Yangthang Rinpoche.

Above: with my brother and frequent retreatmate (left) at one of our retreat locations

Different Standards

As a student of mental training at the best academic department in the country, I saw first-hand the difference that mind-training can make: People who work diligently to master it see results. I have seen such people alter the landscape of belief, as a result of pouring all their time and energy into testing the limits of human potential, in their given field. Some of them have been contemplatives. Some of them have been elite athletes, consultants, or business people living in modern society. However, in modern western culture, mental training is a field that is still in its infancy. The more I studied contemplative practice, the more clearly I could see how advanced it was, in comparison.By the time I was in graduate school, a number of yogis in Tibet, Bhutan and Nepal – who'd dedicated the entirety of their lives to high-level mental training – were collaborating with researchers. For decades, these kinds of individuals have been sought out by scientists – especially those scientists seeking to understand how mental training works, how trainable the mind might be, and what the connection is between mind and brain.

I'd like to become like them

These "Olympic-level Meditators" have had a significant impact on a number of fields – everything from the psychology of emotion, to our understanding of the benefits of altruism and compassion. Through investigating the mind, they have also come to conclusions about the nature of reality that parallel cutting-edge innovations in modern physics – a fact that seems inexplicable to many.As a result of their unparalleled performance on a number of laboratory measures, some of these meditators have been named "Happiest Person in the World.” This is a half-serious title – and it's been rejected by the meditators themselves – but I feel it's had a serious effect on the lives of modern people. Maybe a more serious effect than titles like "Fastest Person in the World," or, "Greatest Basketball Player in the World.” (Sorry LeBron.)

The value of meditation – and a sense of necessity around taking care of our minds – are becoming mainstream ideas, partially due to the incredible accomplishments of these professional meditators.

I may never be as skilled as they are, but I have a rare opportunity to contribute through collaboration with science, because throughout the course of my practice, a large amount of scientific data has been collected on me – starting when I had just a couple hundred hours of meditation training. During the Shamatha Project, researchers took everything from my blood and saliva, to EEG and cognitive measures.Until now, many in the scientific community have wondered whether these amazing meditators were just born different from the rest of us. The notion that the mind (and, as a result, the brain) can be trained to that extent, by anyone, is such a new concept that a lot of researchers refuse to believe it's true. If I'm able to make genuine progress on the path, I may be able to help prove the doubters wrong, in the process.

My hope is that this aspect of my life may eventually, in some small way, make an anonymous contribution to our culture's understanding of what advanced meditation training has to offer – while at the same time helping to preserve some of the world's most well-developed systems of mental training.

Fundamentals

Making genuine progress in these methods is the kind of work that moves slowly, in total immersion, over decades of effort – often through unexpected obstacles. Success requires levels of contentment, simplicity of lifestyle, and freedom from compulsive thought that are essentially unheard-of in the modern world. The methods themselves are also incredibly difficult – and require an unbroken continuity, which is often likened to rubbing sticks together to make a fire: If you keep stopping, the sticks won't get hot, and you'll never get fire.

That kind of continuity can be difficult to maintain in the midst of factors like financial and situational uncertainty. Traditionally, meditators working with these methods, on a professional basis, always had the full support and understanding of their societies. In my case, I have neither – nearly everything I'm doing goes against the stream of modern culture.Beyond that, I have no real talent in these methods – but I've seen what happens, again and again, when untalented people give themselves entirely to something, and don't give up. I've seen this in my own life, as well as in others lives, in all kinds of disciplines.I've gotten a lot out of the years I've spent in full-time mind-training. I've also clearly seen how the path can progress, and what might be possible if one could give their life to professional practice – as dedicated practitioners have done for thousands of years. That's why I've cleared away everything to make vocational practice possible. It's what I'd like to do with my life.

I hope that, together, we can make meditation my profession.

I'm hoping to raise enough recurring donations to make my full-time practice sustainable, over the long-term, as a profession. If you'd like to set up a recurring donation, or make a one-time donation, you can do so through this link. Thank you so much for your support!

© All Photographs taken at or near places that have been helpful for my meditation, copyright Terran Palmer-Angell, Jarred LaValley, Tim Palmer. Text copyright Terran Palmer-Angell. Artwork copyright Brendon Palmer-Angell. All rights reserved.

#meditation #mindfulness #retreat #buddhism #spirituality #dharma #mudita #loving kindness #mind

[thewahookid]

Message of Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament for humanity and the vaccinated

Pay full attention to what I am going to tell you through my Prophet Enoch: All those who for lack of knowledge, faith, or fear, have been vaccinated and are sheep of my flock, I tell you, do not fear; for there is a hope for you

July 28 2021 – Urgent call of Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament to His faithful Children. Message to Enoch.

Important Message of Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament for humanity and the vaccinated

“My Peace be with you, my Beloved Children.

My children, days of anguish, desolation and famine are approaching; this humanity refuses to listen to Me, no matter how much I call them through my instruments to convert, they continue to turn their back on Me and not their face. My Warning is going to catch the vast majority unprepared; everything described in the Holy Word for this time, is being fulfilled in its entirety; the time of my Mercy is on count-down; the only thing yet to come, is the arrival of the Warning and the Miracle, for my Justice to step in.

The signs from heaven have intensified, the transformation of the creation is increasing, the heavenly apparitions and manifestations are taking place, like never before seen on earth; signs and manifestations of Heaven calling humanity to conversion, but this one remains spiritually lethargic. Poor lukewarm and sinful souls, you will be caught by my awakening of consciences in lukewarmness and sin, and you will not have time to convert!

Beloved Children, I feel more and more alone in my Tabernacles, there are very few who come to visit Me, always the same ones. The Love of Loves is about to depart, and what will become of you, sinful humanity when the days of desolation and abomination of my Temples arrive? When I am desecrated and expelled from my Houses and my daily worship suspended, due to desolation and abomination? I tell you; you will no longer find Me in my tabernacles to console you; despair will seize you, ungrateful and sinful humanity and the master of darkness will steal your soul!

Conversion, conversion, urgent conversion, sinful humanity I ask you; wake up from your spiritual lethargy, for the days of my Mercy are on count-down! Remember: I do not want your death nor am I pleased with your suffering; my desire is that you repent and convert from the heart, so that tomorrow you can enjoy eternal life. Come and visit Me ungrateful children, do not walk in distance from my tabernacles, there is very little time left for Me to stay with you. When my Temples are definitively closed with the pretext of pandemics, the children of darkness at the service of my adversary will destroy my Houses and will desecrate my Tabernacles; the prophecy of Daniel, which speaks of this sad event, will then be fulfilled (Daniel 12, 11).

For three and a half times, I will no longer be with you ungrateful children, but my faithful People will be able to find Me in my Mother, She will be the Tabernacle where I will remain in those days of desolation. Run, then, to bathe yourselves, sinful humanity, in the pool of forgiveness and Mercy; seek as soon as possible one of my priests and make a good confession of life; feed yourselves with my Body and my Blood as much as you can; convert from the heart at the foot of my Tabernacle and I assure you that as the same as the prodigal son, I will also make a banquet for your return.

My children, pay full attention to what I am going to tell you through my Prophet Enoch: All those who for lack of knowledge, faith, or fear, have been vaccinated and are sheep of my flock, I tell you, do not fear; for there is a hope for you; if you make my Rosary of the Precious Blood and Wounds together with my Litanies of my Blood with faith, as a novena and you ask Me that my Blood destroy the harmful effect of the vaccine in your body; I will free you by my Mercy from its adverse effects and I will seal you with my Blood.

Beloved children, the power of my Glorious Blood and Wounds, is the best antidote against any virus, plague or pandemic; pray the prayer of my Blood morning and night, (make it) covering your children and relatives; I assure you that if you pray it with faith, no virus, plague or pandemic can harm you.

Peace I leave with you, my Peace I give you. Repent and convert, because the Kingdom of God is near.

Your Master, Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament, the Beloved who is not Loved.

Make, my children, my messages of salvation known to all humanity.”

Source: mensajesdelbuenpastor

#love #jesus loves you #jesus christ #peace #prayer

[popeofmars]

This is for a dnd character/book character I've made, a barbarian with an eyepatch but no other scars people can see, hope yall enjoy!

Long have I seen your sideways stares and whispered inquiries at my injury my comrades, also have I heard whispers of the bets in place over how I lost my eye so long ago, so gather around if you wish to hear once and for all the truth of the matter, for I dare say none of you may have guessed the truth of this mystery.

You see it is a simple and yet shocking thing that lead to my partial Blindness, a wonderful act of love and sacrifice did gift me this scar if it can be called that, and because of this I brandish it proudly.

Years ago I cared for nothing but adventure and glory, seeking unwinnable battles to claim victory over and sights unseen and yet unsung by any. Ever has my heart yearned for what lies beyond the next bend of the ground before me. Then, thoughts of my adventures and the wonders I'd found were washed away by the a glimpse of the one to whom I cannot begin to describe in full and can only call cosmicly divine.

From the moment I laid my unworthy eyes upon them with that hair of flowing midnight and eyes the silvery blue of only shared with that of comets I found myself wholey starstruck and enchanted by the infinite expanse of their beauty.

In that splitsecond that to my mind blissfully stretched on and on, I knew no matter what ever else I may find in life my sight could ever dream of comparing too my newfound deity of incandescence before me, and vowed that they would be the last thing I would see. For what better sight could one hope for when shedding this mortal coil of life than heaven incarnate beckoning you into its arms.

I knew I could not fulfill that oath by daring to never leave my loves side, for even the flames of the sun that envies them would soon be snuffed for lack of oxygen if it was smothered so. Naturally this would not do.

Nor would I be able too carry on my person a relief of that blessed countenance for two reasons. First of those being that no painting, drawing, or carving could capture the entirety of their unending beauty for I know of no artist so skilled as to capture infinity in a still image. Second being that I know I have not the strength in my heart to carry on my person such a sliver of Divinity lest it be tarnished by my bloody and mud covered work. While it is true it would for ever fall short I have not the heart to stain any retelling of your visage.

Lost in that turmoil I found my answer in a place far too often overlooked by many, the words of mine own mother. With her voice echoing wisdom in my ears battling my paramores image at the forefront of my mind I took their hand in mine And spilling all these feelings I hold now out to her and my purpose in doing so asked for my dearests permission to take the appropriate action.

Thinking my proclamation a jest they gleefully signaled me to continue and always being a man of extremes I took the knife from my belt and put razors edge to curved socket, insuring that at least in part my eternal Deity of light and beauty would be the last thing I would witness and all I had to give for such a holy privilege was one measly eye.

Only did I regret that my action brought tears to those glistening orbs of theirs out of empathy for my pain as their hands as soft as snow dabbed at my wound with a cloth all the while proclaiming me a wonder but idiotic fool. To help console them I had only to draw their cerulean gaze to my checks where no tears did flow, for pain is a fleeting thing I am old friends with in the face of a love so true I swore to give to them.

After all what tears need be shed for the loss of a single eye, for my mother did say love is a blind thing and so blind I shall be for who am I to deny such a law of nature.

Now even to this day my darling dearest does often scold me light heartedly for my actions, a scolding I take with a wink and a smile for if I am a fool then I declare myself the happiest fool to walk the land. No matter where this life takes me or where my road may end I rest easy each night with the certainty that when the light of my life is smothered by shade, and I spend my last breath thanking my beloved for allowing me to spend my life with them it will be their Holy and Celestial visage that takes my hand and walks me into the next life, a life I plan to use chasing them down once more.

#poetry #writing #love poem #sapphic #spilled poetry #writingpoetry #writing prompt #ren faire #dnd #oc #book oc #barbarian