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Divine Favour | Sukuna x Kitsune!Reader (Pt.1)

W/C: 3.5k #full is NSFW, mild yuuji/reader, yuuji and gang are v early 20s, heian sukuna, male reader, typical kitsune shapeshifting, mentions of abuse, canon typical violence, morally grey reader, sukuna has FEELINGS but is BAD AT FEELINGS, unhealthy relationships, power imbalance, dubcon elements, soz if anything is clunky asdkjf; i can only reread the same fic so many times for editing sadge

A/N: Decided to separate this into parts since I'm dying to post some of it lol I've held it in a chokehold in the shadows of my WIPs for too long, some of it has to come out before I explode o(--( there is more to come!

tag: @nyanwko @kamote-kuneho @better-imagination-9

The scripture was incomplete, worn away by age.

��herein lays the God...imprisoned...by...Disgraced One…

Yet the society felt this, the coffin uncovered decades ago, could be an invaluable asset. The vessel was decrepit and ancient, yet still stood strong against the test of time and the wear of nature. Seal papers, no doubt left by a monk of sorts, covered the entirety of its surface, hiding away rotting wood and rusted bands of metal from modern sorcerer's curious eyes.

Few knew why the higher ups kept the vessel under lock and key. Fewer knew why they kept it at all; however, those few understood the importance of such a relic. They'd been the ones to seek it out, to steal it away before malicious forces took it for themselves, warping the supposed deity inside for their own, malevolent purpose, whatever that may be.

And with Ryoumen Sukuna's fingers being found one by one, they could not allow anyone to possess humanity's failsafe: you. A great being imprisoned by the devil.

“Anything?” Gojo trilled, patting Yuuji’s shoulders frantically as he stood behind him and beheld the wooden tub covered in sigils.

“Uh…” Yuuji tried to focus on Sukuna’s presence inside of him. He didn’t seem intrigued or frightened, nor did he seem too bothered with the idea of them trying to smite him down with a sealed god–he was, however, annoyed that Yuuji continued to poke and prod at him.

Piss off, runt.

“Yep. Nope. Sukuna doesn't care,” Yuuji sighed. “He's getting all pissy now that I'm bothering him, though.”

Gojo laughed and patted Yuuji's shoulders a few more times before all but twirling towards the bound box. “Well, that's a pretty good sign that he's not the one that did this, then! In that case,” he started, walking up to the seal papers keeping everything locked down, “let's pop ‘er open.”

Before Yuuji could even wonder if that was a good idea, the white-haired witch used an overzealous amount of cursed energy and disintegrated every scrap of seal paper.

Yuuji braced for impact. Surely something terrible like a bankai or a spirit bomb would send them flying once the coffin came undone. Surely they'd pay for this, for unleashing whatever godly spirit laid locked up for far too long, only to release it back into the modern age and–

“Huh. Weird.”

Yuuji cracked open an eye and saw the dull shine of tattered onyx fur, and his control slipped with a blitz of vertigo.

Markings flared across his skin as he stormed toward the coffin, heart howling with thoughts and memories crashing through a shared mind; a face he didn't know but knew so well bloomed at the forefront of it all, eyes framed in pointed scarlet, skin bathed in ancient, dappled sunlight.

They reached the edge of the coffin and gripped the edges, splintering the wood as they took in the sight; crimson and curse decay pooled around a figure, curled up and half-submerged. Several black, tattered tails spilled free from the tub, no longer crushed from the force of the lid sealing them inside, but they were bent awkwardly and matted with whatever tincture lay at the bottom.

Then there was the so-called god in the middle of it all–you. Still. Quiet. Curled up in a haori far too big for you. Eyes closed. Almost peaceful.

Confusion tore at Sukuna while nausea ripped through Yuuji; he couldn't bear to look at such a morose scene.

So, Sukuna pushed him aside.

[Heian Era]

You were never supposed to be anything more than a trinket.

You were a gift from some family trying to show off for Sukuna, so much so that they offered him a delicacy, something he surely didn't have yet–a yokai. A kitsune, to be more exact. One with peculiar black tails.

Sukuna found it interesting, and similarly desperate, to be brought such a creature as tribute. Certainly, it was meant to be seen as a high honour, yet somehow it felt…off. Why would humans give up something so powerful?

Unexpectedly, it'd be you who told him.

They submit me for the sake of convenience and mockery, your withering voice whispered where no one else could hear. You sounded weak. Tired. Maybe afraid, yet brave enough to reach towards the king and unveil the intentions of the men who brought you before him.

Sukuna's eyes flicked to you, his feigned interest in what the sorcerers said falling straight into dismissal. You were much more intriguing.

“Oh?” Sukuna asked, a smile creeping onto his face. The speakers ceased their jabbering and stared at your back with fierce intensity. Sukuna grinned wider. Oh, how he loved the way fear twisted mortal faces.

You didn't shift or crumple into yourself under the eyes of so many, however. You pushed on with what little energy and life you had, so intent on dragging that clan through the mud.

What I say is true, you assured simply. I expect to die today–

“Speak so everyone hears you, fox,” Sukuna commanded.

“--so I–I–” you coughed and cleared your throat, trying to rid your voice of the scratchy, weakness it struggled through. “I wish to not die with regrets.

"They have rendered me ill and unable to produce children, they see the black of my tails and regard me as an ill omen; yet they bring me to you, daring to spin sweet tales about the value of such an offering. But they lie,” You hissed. Your eyes glinted with molten malice, and Sukuna fell captivated.

“They throw me to you as they would diseased meat to dogs.”

The courtyard fell silent, and Sukuna basked in it. You really were such a little troublemaker. A quietly chaotic force of nature.

The king stood, rolling his shoulders as he did, and his pride flared as you dropped to your knees before him in respect. He walked to you and patted your head as one might a child's before appraising the sorcerers stood before him.

“What a disappointment,” Sukuna sighed, raising another hand. The couple took up position, pooling their cursed energy in hopes of fending off the monster standing before them. The effort was quite cute. “Here I thought your clan might actually earn my mercy.” His hand dropped as the two lunged. Then, the two clansmen fell, too, both in neat, vertical halves. Quite overkill, yes, but he had a point to make.

Where he expected a reaction from you, he got nothing. Only panting and poorly-stifled coughs came from you, racking through the entirety of your skin and bones frame. Sukuna could see it up close now, the way your body trembled from fatigue, the sickly greying of your skin, the scent of disease clinging to you.

That wouldn't do. Sukuna liked his things to be in good shape.

“Uraume,” Sukuna droned as he stared down at you, “fix this.”

It took some time, but you managed to recover. It was an unnerving experience, with the way Uraume tended to you with sincerity. Perhaps it was genuinity born from their devotion to Ryoumen Sukuna, but you greedily soaked it in, filling your stomach with the care they offered you.

Sukuna didn't bother much with you, not that you really minded; you were much more content to be fed and forgotten than hunted down by the creature that supposedly took ownership of you without enforcing it. If he didn't cause harm or good, if he simply existed somewhere else and forgot you breathed the same air as him, you'd still be at peace.

But he was more intrigued than you gave him credit for.

“Ho? So this is where you scamper off to,” Sukuna hummed, leaning over you as you dozed in the nice little spot you'd made for yourself in the garden, right under the crimson cover of a maple tree. You jumped the slightest bit, your daydreams and sunbathing interrupted by the brute’s silhouette eclipsing the sun, but you settled again quickly. The beast of a man wasn't a cause for panic in your little world, after all.

“Does it displease you?” You inquired, fixing your hair and straightening out your robes.

Sukuna held onto an overhead branch of the tree as he looked down at you. “Pets are supposed to play in the yard, aren't they?” He smirked as you pursed your lips and flicked your tail before calming it with hasty pets. “What, you don't like being my pet?”

“I would not refer to myself as a pet,” you countered as the man sat down with you and leaned against the tree. The king's presence calmed you. With him, you knew you were invincible.

“Pft. Then pray tell what your damn role is around here.” One set of arms folded behind his head while the other set crossed over his chest. “Pets are freeloaders. Pretty sure that's exactly what you are.”

You huffed. “Freeloader. Tch. How rude.”

“Lookit that. You're copping an attitude now that you're fat and fed. Used to be so much more polite.”

“Fat and–I am not fat.” You headbutted his side lightly, something that would make more sense had you been in your fox form. You grinding your forehead against him suggested this was more of a human move, however. “I am perfectly normal now. I was brittle and nonexistent prior to now. This is a grand improvement.”

Sukuna scoffed a laugh and looked down at your head pressed up against his side. “Thanks to me,” he boasted.

“Yes,” you agreed. You held onto his haori and looked up at him, placid and intense. “It is thanks to you. I would not be here if not for your mercy and intervention.”

Sukuna raised a brow as he regarded you. “Hm. And what will you do to repay me?”

“My very presence grants you luck, good fortune and fertility.” You tilted your head. “I already repay you by being here.”

Tch. But the gardens and surrounding lands did look more lush and lively since your arrival, he couldn't deny that fact. But he was a king; he could always ask for more and expect to get it.

“What more?” He prodded.

Your tail flicked as you thought. “What would you ask of me?”

“Something you haven't given another,” Sukuna replied. Ugh, your flowery, poetry-y, bullshit speak was rubbing off on him.

You stared at him, gemstone eyes glinting with earthen hues and shards of gold in the yawning afternoon sun. The leaves bristled just perfectly, letting in dapples of citrus sunlight as if trying to make this moment something special, as if to burn your ethereal presence into history for all eternity. All this, just while you thought of what to give him. Perhaps a riddle is what you wanted. Perhaps purple prose suited your fancy. Perhaps it was something else.

You sat up, carefully raising yourself onto your knees before leaning up towards the hulking king. He turned his face to you in interest, feeling a sort of natural energy begin to pool around the both of you, reaching from the far depths of the earth and the wide stretch of the sky to converge on your existence as you framed his face with gentle hands, and placed a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth.

It lasted only a second. But a second was long enough to catch the scent of petrichor and petals on your skin, to indulge in the heat of wildfires raging in your soul, to feel the blasphemy of you against him; then, you parted.

“For now,” you murmured, and Sukuna swore he saw your single tail fan out into nine, “I give you my divine favor, Ryoumen Sukuna.”

You wondered if your favor was enough. He'd been gone some time, off to accept a duel from the snotty shitheads Sukuna had received you from. Apparently, having two of the eldest boys murdered rubbed them the wrong way. Sukuna was glad for it, you knew–the man lived and breathed for a fight.

Of course, you stayed put. Uraume assured you'd be fine on your own, and Sukuna reminded his staff they'd all be eaten alive by the king himself if anything uncouth were to take place in his absence. It was more so that Sukuna didn't like the idea of idiots touching his stuff than it was the notion you were important to him, from your understanding.

Regardless, the time alone left you restless. That king made you invincible. Without him, you were nothing more than the scared kit locked away in darkness, never to emerge lest your stubbornness trick them. But things were different here. Everyday was filled with unknowns and uncertainties when the two you'd forged fragile bonds with fell absent.

So, you thought of how to repay Sukuna. Your divine favor would only do so much, after all–you didn't think a man like that really needed the extra luck, but he seemed more than intrigued by the manner of delivering the blessing; you remembered how he looked at you, eyes half-lidded, shielding you from the inferno burning out of control. He grumbled something low in his chest, just loud enough that you heard:

You better be here when I get back.

“Ah–” The thrill those catastrophic words gave you nearly led to stabbing yourself with the needle. You tutted and regained focus, continuing to carefully embroider the sleeves of one of Sukuna's many plain black haori.

You learned how to sew and embroider from watching an elder from that clan work her magic on old, tattered clothes. She never spoke to you nor regarded you, but she never turned you away the rare times you watched her fix garments; you thought it was beautiful–the art of turning something mundane into something meaningful.

Though you wondered if Ryoumen Sukuna, the most powerful sorcerer, the most feared man alive, had a desire for anything useless and meaningful.

The answer came quickly. You'd found yourself void of confidence when the monarch returned to his palace after (obviously) winning whatever duel he'd agreed to; you weren't sure if you were to congratulate him, celebrate him or something more. On top of that, he'd eventually find that haori you'd slaved over for days, and you weren't sure you could take the heartbreak of dismissal.

However, those fears were quashed when, from a new little secret garden hovel, you spied the man donning the very haori you slaved over; it wasn't a flashy piece, you didn't want to subtract from the marvel that was the king of curses, so you opted for using black, shimmery thread to weave intricate twisting trees and blackened blooms along the sleeve. Only if the design caught the light would one be able to notice it.

But that was enough for you. Knowing he accepted such a meaningless gift was reassuring of your place in his world.

So, you finally let Uraume convince you to stay in the room they'd prepared for you.

“No need to be nervous,” you hummed, that undying urge inside you to take care of something helping you soothe the young woman's nerves. You fixed her hair, your deft fingers carefully slipping strands into place before sliding a decorative pin in to hold it all together. You took a step back to appraise her, Sukuna's latest concubine.

“I–thank you.” Sachiko blushed fiercely and bowed the slightest bit, not risking a deep bow for the fear of her hair falling loose. “I can see why all the girls love you.”

You laughed, low and warm. “Well, it's hard not to love someone who takes care of you, no?” Gently, you tilted her chin up and leaned in, carefully examining the red lacquer staining her lips. The colour matched her kimono and the gems in that exquisite hairpin keeping dark locks at bay. “But I'm glad. I know it's difficult to find respite in these times.”

Sachiko held her breath as she looked over the natural paint of crimson adorning your eyes. “I-I, um–yes, I do agree.”

You hummed and carefully fixed the smallest smudge on the corner of her mouth. “Mh. So I hope you do your best to please him.”

“I will!” Sachiko promised. “But–I wish to–may I give you something?”

“Of course.”

She gathered her kimono up in her hands and leaned up toward you. You leaned down, expecting a secret or hushed words, but perfect red lips pressed against your skin instead. And you were dumbfounded; you'd never been kissed before. You'd never had a lady show that interest in you.

Sachiko got down from her tiptoes and hid her mouth with her sleeve. “Just for good luck!” She squeaked before bowing and hastily running through the doors where Sukuna would no doubt be waiting for his woman for the evening’s events.

You looked at the doors sliding closed and caught a glimpse of Sukuna stood before the young woman, his frame swallowing hers as you looked on. And you caught a glimpse of his eyes, his stare of shock and utter vexation–clearly, he'd seen the short woman give you a kiss for good luck.

You turned away, choosing to abandon the girl to her demise as your fingers ghosted against your lips in wonder.

He showed up in your chambers later that night. You were still awake, quietly embroidering another haori; this time, it was for Uraume. They insisted they didn't want to burden you, but they crumbled under your more insistent insistence, and accepted the offer on the condition it looked subtle and muted.

Sukuna padded toward you, hardly bothering to announce himself or ask to join you (ugh, how annoying) before plopping himself onto the futon beside you, sighing as he laid down.

“I see you finished early,” you commented, jumping the littlest bit when large hands caught your flickering tails. He didn't hurt you, no; he was simply an overgrown toddler with a penchant for examining whatever wiggled before him.

“That woman kissed you,” Sukuna answered, unhelpful. “Ruined it.”

“Ah. Well. I didn't expect it either.” You cleared your throat, feeling an unexpected bubble of embarrassment rise in your chest. “I have…I've never been given a kiss before. Not from what I can recall, at the very least.”

“The hell are you talking about?” Sukuna grouched. “You planted one on me in the gardens.”

“Giving is not receiving,” you corrected, flicking your tail so as to hit his face. “I've never given a kiss on another's lips, regardless. Though I find myself wondering why I–”

You yowled when he yanked your tail like he meant to rip the thing off, and you whirled on him, eyes drawn into slits and chunky fangs bared as you dug your nails into his wrist in an effort to make him let go.

Yet the king looked unfazed. He sat up and tugged you closer by your tail, yank after yank, ripping an impressive collection of vexed noises from you until his broad hand caught you by the throat. You clawed at his wrist and forearm, scrambling to find purchase, idly wondering if he'd finally had enough of you and sought to put you down after dirtying one of his concubines–

But he kissed you instead. His lips were warm and dry, not quite soft yet not unwelcoming. Sukuna knew what he was doing, too; his tongue licked at your bottom lip before pushing inside to finally taste you and taint you from within just a little bit.

Your grip on him laxed the slightest bit, and you even eased into his hold as he, too, refused to harm you further. If you weren't aware of his malevolent spirit, you might've thought him gentle in that long, simple moment–a special brand of “gentle” that was wholly Sukuna's. Kind, but jagged around the edges.

He started pulling back, though, and you followed after his touch like a bewitched maiden chasing after the lips of a lover. You nipped at the air like that'd do something for you, but soon settled on leaning into the hand holding you still, even if your throat scratched and ached because of it.

You found Sukuna's calm stare watching you when you opened your eyes a crack. For once, you thought he looked content; the cruel, mocking lines of his face had smoothed and relaxed, and that annoying, cocky smirk he'd been born sporting had been replaced with a placid, normal lilt. Even the inferno blazing in crimson depths eased into pools of yawning embers–warm and spirited, yet contained.

The sight relaxed you despite the confusion it brought to your rationale.

“That,” Sukuna said, so odd and quiet, but powerful and judicial. “Is your first.” His thumb stroked against the side of your neck, pausing to feel the pitter patter of your heart thrumming under his mercy. “It'd serve you to remember that.”

You nodded shallowly. “Of course.”

Pleased, he let go of your quite breakable neck and moved like he was about to get up. You grabbed at his hand and pressed his palm to the side of your face like he was cupping your cheek. Your insistence on touching gave the beast pause, but he settled again, content to let you keep him hostage for as long as you wanted.

And you indulged in the simple favour. You nuzzled into his palm with a very fox-like chitter as a bassy, quiet trill of a purr lazily rolled through your chest, eventually reaching Sukuna himself. It somehow had him feeling content. Relaxed. Like he was basking in the warmth of the sun.

“I request another,” you chirped, and Sukuna quirked a brow.

“Another?”

“Kiss.”

Sukuna twitched a smirk. “It'll cost ya.”

“Oh?”

“Give me another blessing.”

And you agreed.

#sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x male reader #sukuna x m!reader #sukuna x you #jjk x you #male reader insert #male reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen reader insert #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x you

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cantsayidont · 5 months

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August 1984. This won't change anyone's feelings about cult movie perennial THE ADVENTURES OF BUCKAROO BANZAI: ACROSS THE EIGHTH DIMENSION one way or the other, but if you're wondering what the hell the deal is supposed to be with Buckaroo Banzai and his team, the answer is, "It's an obvious pastiche of the pulp hero Doc Savage."

Launched in 1933, Doc Savage was one of the leading adventure heroes of the pulp magazines. Doc (whose full name was Clark Savage Jr.) was scientifically trained from childhood to the peak of human perfection, singularly adept in everything from mechanical engineering to medicine to martial arts. He had a secret headquarters called the Fortress of Solitude and a whole array of specially designed vehicles and equipment, but he was also a public figure, with offices in the Empire State Building. Doc had a team of eccentric, highly specialized aides — Monk Mayfair, Ham Brooks, Renny Renwick, Long Tom Roberts, and Johnny Littlejohn — who each had a particular skill and a couple of distinctive personality traits (for instance, Monk was a skilled industrial chemist, but also an "ape-like" brute with a ferocious temper). They were sometimes aided by Doc's cousin, Pat Savage, who was almost as capable as Doc, although he tried to keep her out of the fray because she was (gasp) a girl.

This was a fairly common pattern for pulp heroes. For instance, the pulp version of the Shadow (who was distinctly different from the radio incarnation) relied on a whole network of agents, some appearing only once or twice, some recurring across many of his published adventures. From a narrative standpoint, the agents and assistants had two principal purposes: The first was to offset the rather overpowered heroes — pulp heroes didn't necessarily have superhuman powers, but even those who didn't tended to be preternaturally skilled at nearly everything, so it was convenient to limit their direct involvement in an adventure to crucial moments, and let the assistants (who could be much more fallible) do much of the legwork. The second object was to beef up the characterization. Doc Savage was morally irreproachable as well as absurdly multi-talented, so there wasn't a lot to be done with him character-wise, while maintaining the mystique of a character like the Shadow required him to remain a fairly closed book.

Although the pulp heroes were a huge influence on early comic book superheroes like Superman and Batman, some of these conventions didn't translate well to other media: In a 13-page comic book story or half-hour radio episode, having too many characters was cumbersome (and expensive, where it meant hiring extra actors), and comic book readers normally expected to follow their four-color heroes quite closely, even before the breathless internal monologue became a genre staple. So, Superman inherited Doc Savage's Fortress of Solitude, but not his "Fabulous Five" assistants, while heroes like Batman and Captain America generally stuck with a single sidekick rather than a team of aides. Even the late Doc Savage pulp adventures (which ended in 1949) de-emphasized the assistants to keep the focus more on Doc himself. Ultimately, the pulp heroes didn't really have the right narrative center of gravity for visual media, which is why they've become relatively obscure, despite repeated revival attempts. The 1975 Doc Savage movie with Ron Ely, for instance, was a notorious commercial flop, and elements like Doc's childishly bickering assistants seemed odd and dated, even taking into account the film's nostalgia-bait '30s period setting.

What BUCKAROO BANZAI tried to do was to bring that old pulp hero formula into the modern era with a big infusion of '80s style and humor. Like Doc Savage, Buckaroo is a wildly gifted polymath (in the opening scenes, he rushes from performing brain surgery to test-driving his Jet Car through a mountain), so famous and important a personage that he puts the president of the United States on hold, and he surrounds himself with an array of brilliant, eccentric aides with silly nicknames who play in his rock band when they're not fighting crime or doing advanced scientific experiments.

Alas, judging by the poor box office returns, general audiences were no more amenable to the '80s version of this formula than they had been to DOC SAVAGE: MAN OF BRONZE nine years earlier, even with the 1984 film's extraordinary cast and memorably witty dialogue. Granted, even many of the movie's most diehard fans are baffled by the convoluted plot — a crucial expository scene where the leader of the Black Lectroids (Rosalind Cash) explains much of what's going on is nigh-incomprehensible without subtitles or closed captioning — but beyond that, THE ADVENTURES OF BUCKAROO BANZAI is essentially an extended riff on a particular slice of pop culture that had long since dropped out of the public consciousness, which is both part of its charm and also its commercial undoing, at least as mainstream entertainment.

(Also, if you're wondering, yes, the TOM STRONG series by Alan Moore and Chris Sprouse is also an obvious Doc Savage pastiche, although at least some of its plot and character concepts were probably retoolings of unused ideas from Moore's earlier Maximum Press/Awesome Comics SUPREME series, which was an extended pastiche of the pre-Crisis Superman.)

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chireikiden · 7 months

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Is Marisa genuinely powerful or is she just good at spell card battles?

That's kind of an open question.

I make a compromise by just calling her the second most powerful human in Gensokyo, because I think that's fair. Of course Sanae and Sakuya are competitors in their respective ways (especially the latter), but I still feel like Marisa's deserved it. And whatever weaknesses Marisa has in terms of "power" (physical weakness, mostly) are also shared by the other humans. Whether or not Reimu is genuinely powerful or would just get swatted down without the rules existing is already an old power level debate that I will not get into, but of course youkai extermination is something priests/monks/Gensokyo's shrine maidens have been doing for ages.

We can't really judge Marisa's power in anything other than spell card terms. But I definitely feel that while being good at spell card battles is the kind of power that's relevant to her anyway, she is also actually powerful, in terms of having some powerful magic... by whatever kinda metric one wants to use there. I don't know whether or not that has anything to do with some supernatural power level inherent to Marisa, like if you would get a high number from looking at her with a DBZ scouter, but it's magic that she's figured out herself, so I think it counts as "her" power regardless. You're right that for danmaku battles, e.g. Master Spark only really needs to be a big flashlight that counts as a hit if she points it at you, with actual firepower being irrelevant. But it's both fair and more fun to think that it's actually destructive (and needs to be toned down for danmaku purposes, as do most attacks logically speaking).

Going on a bit of a tangent, while the spell card system emphasizes the fact that humans are weaker than youkai, I personally don't think it needs to be taken so far that youkai onesidedly overpower humans and would only ever lose to them because of kayfabe. The history of the Touhou world is a fantasy setting where (while not every myth is accurate) exceptional humans have been exterminating youkai left and right since ancient times, including in ancient Gensokyo, and while youkai were already reliant on human fear back then/not singlemindedly set on fighting to the death, it's both baseless and pointless to assume that every youkai who ever got exterminated was only going possum on the ground like "Oh nooo, you got meee, oooh I'm dying" while the foolish humans pat themselves on the back. And if humans were capable of beating youkai in serious fights in the past, then why not today?

(Conversely, if we don't assume that Reimu, Marisa, Sanae and Sakuya are just stage magicians who a serious youkai would laugh at and kill in a blink, then we can only project backwards that humans with considerable superpowers have probably always existed: Gensokyo probably makes them more common, but Sanae and Sakuya are both outsiders. And Sanae proves demigods are real, whether or not they're as powerful as we say. Can't base this and the above statement on each other, of course. That'd be circular logic. But if you think either is true, then I think the other one is too.)

#ask #anonymous #general disc.

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ultravioart · 10 months

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Silly idea that I can't draw atm :')

Maximilien being the wooing kind of omnic since he's in a networking focused business, participating in human gestures like la bise(kiss greetings), patting arms of others, shaking hands of men, and kissing the hands of women he meets (the omnic equivalent is a head touch on the hand to imitate a kiss)

But when Max meets Ramattra, it's in a human social setting, so Max follows the human standards and kisses Ramattra's hand as Ramattra is/was Shambali (its very common to show piety by kissing the knuckles of monks).

But Ramattra mistakes it for Max declaring Ram as essentially the "he's so babygirl meme" on sight HDNHCXGBB

Ramattra isn't complaining he's just "////////" too flustered to respond Lmaooo

#rammax #Ramattra #Maximilien #overwatch #overwatch 2 #omnic #omnics #text #its probably ooc af tp headcanon but i headcanon Ramattra is super lonley in Talon/Null Sector #mix that with headcanons that omnics don't normally physically contact eachother and weeee #technically touch starved Ramattra... but not really he's just lonesome.#“headpat me” this or “can you give headpats?” that... never “Ramattra do YOU want a headpat?”#lol #the concept of Ram being assigned bbg at first sight by Max is hilarious to me sorry

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ya-zz · 11 months

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DANCE WITH ME (v1)

Ramattra x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1934 DRESS VERSION -

Please note that there are two versions of this story. One where the reader is wearing a dress and the other in a suit. I didn't want one to feel uncomfortable and decided on making two version. They are both exactly the same story, it just differs on outfit. Please read which ever one you feel more comfortable in reading!

!They both share a GN reader!

“Excuse me?”

“I am inviting you to this party.”

“Why?”

“Do you have to question everything?”

“Yes.”

“Shut up and accept the invite.”

“And if I don’t?”

“You will be missing out.”

“Missing out on what?”

“Come and you will find out.”

“Fine.”

The banter you shared with Zenyatta always warmed your heart, but it caught you by surprise when he asked you to join him at this party Saturday evening. It was supposed to be one of the more important events in omnic history, a party with trusted humans. If Zenyatta has invited you, then you were trustworthy, right?

You smile to yourself.

“What do I wear?” You ask, knowing that your wardrobe was anything but party attire.

“I have that already prepared.” There was a playfulness in Zenyatta’s voice.

“I’m sorry?” You look at the monk, confused. “What? How?”

He shrugs, and you knew.

“You went through my room, didn’t you?”

“It is rude to ask someone their clothing size.”

“It’s rude going through someone’s room without permission.”

You both stare at each other, not uttering a word.

“Would you have told me if I asked?” He cocked his head to the side.

“Probably not, no.”

“My thoughts exactly.” There was that smugness in his voice that you disliked.

“I swear, Zenyatta-” All you could do was sigh.

“It will be in your room Saturday afternoon.” And with that, he patted your shoulder and left, leaving you there in the hallway almost dumbfounded by his actions and his words. All you could do was smile at the situation before going about the rest of the week.

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Saturday came around far quicker than you had liked. The excitement bubbled inside of you, but so did the anxiousness of being around so many people.

You left the bathroom and noticed a box on your bed. That wasn’t there before…

Upon opening the box, you are greeted with a small note, a warmth spreads through your body as you read it.

I look forward to seeing you in this. I hope the night goes in your favour ~ Zen

You pull out the dress from the box, an audible gasp escaping your throat as you look at it, eyes widening slightly. The dress itself was gorgeous, a deep purple littered with little rhinestones, almost like a galaxy of stars. Absolutely nothing could’ve prepared you for this, and you felt guilty, knowing that something this beautiful had to be expensive. You sighed, placing the dress on the bed, looking at the matching shoes. This was feeling more suggestive, but you let the thought go as you got ready.

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Zenyatta met you outside the Monastery, his gaze left yours as he looked you up and down.

“You look wonderful.” There was that playful tone in his voice.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” You smile at him, a warmth spreading across your cheeks.

Zenyatta had ditched the monk attire and settled on a dark suit, his blazer unbuttoned as he moved his hand from his pants pocket, offering his arm for you to hold.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

You take his arm, hooking yours through it. “Of course, my handsome looking friend.”

Zenyatta chuckled at the comment and you both started walking away from the Monastery and out of the village.

A few other omnics and humans were walking in the same direction, their attire equally as elegant as your own. The feeling of relief washed through you, knowing that there were other humans attending.

“Relax. It will be a fun night.” Zenyatta squeezed your hand gently. He had something planned, but he wasn’t going to expose that just yet.

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The Nepal city was full of life, a starking comparison to the village you had just left. Having rarely ventured away from the village, a slight anxiety rose within you, but you pushed it down as Zenyatta led the way to the party location.

He squeezed your hand again as you approached the doors, two large men guarding the entrance. Zenyatta pulled two invitations out from his pocket, handing them to the men before they parted and let you and your friend inside. You were instantly greeted by another omnic who handed you a glass of champagne, a warmth radiating from him as you thanked him before walking with your friend.

The room was brightly light, warm lights from the chandelier illuminating everyone around. The noise never waivered, a variety of conversations happening at once. There wasn’t anyone standing alone, except from one omnic in the far corner. Upon seeing Zenyatta, he lifted himself from the wall and approached.

There was that gentle hand squeeze from Zenyatta again before the larger omnic stopped in front of you. He was a lot taller than you had initially thought, and the deep purple suit he wore matched your outfit perfectly, almost as if… It clicked suddenly. That bastard monk…

“It has been too long, brother.” Zenyatta spoke, releasing you from your thoughts.

“Likewise. I did not think you would make it.” The other omnic spoke, before looking down at you. “And who is this?”

“[y/n].” You answer, bowing your head slightly.

“A pleasure.” He took your hand in his, bringing it up to his face plate as if to kiss it. “I am Ramattra.”

“[y/n] has been staying with us at the Monastery, and they are quite well liked among the monks.” Zenyatta looked at you before looking back up at his brother.

“I can see why.” Ramattra kept his gaze locked onto you, noticing the change in colour of your cheeks. A small chuckle left his body.

The music around the room slowly died down before a quiet voice speaks out, asking for floor to be cleared for those wishing to dance.

“Perhaps, you would like to dance with me?” The taller omnic looked at you, hand still holding yours.

Zenyatta removed his arm, his hand finding your back. “Go on. I will find some company while you have fun.”

You smile at your friend before he wanders off. Ramattra leads you by the hand to the empty floor of the ballroom where other dancers had gathered. The heat only continued to rise in your cheeks as you faced him. He placed a hand on your lower back, the other taking your hand in his. You rested your hand on his arm, the hard metal barely felt under the thickness of his blazer and shirt.

The music started and everyone followed in time almost effortlessly. You followed Ramattra’s lead, the flow of your dress with every turn followed behind. Omnics and humans alike were watching and dancing as the pair of you somehow found your way into the centre of the floor.

He dipped his head to speak to you. “I must say you are rather quite skilled in this.”

With a smile, you reply back to him. “You watch enough movies to pick it up I suppose. What about you? Surely they didn’t add a dancing module to ravagers.”

A small chuckle escaped his throat. “I suppose that is true.” He paused. “Upon hearing that this was happening, I spent a bit of time researching, and in case something like this happened… well… I was prepared.”

Your steps never faltered as you kept dancing, your breathing deep as the music sped up slightly.

“How long have you known Zen?” You ask, moving your hand back to its place on his arm after slipping down slightly.

“A few years. He was one I could always speak to when I had my doubts.” You could hear a sadness in his voice.

“Will you be returning to the Monastery?”

“You ask a lot of questions, but yes. I will be returning in time. A few… loose ends to clean up first.” He cocked his head to the side.

“I look forward to it.” You look up at him and smile, the lights illuminating your face softly as a sparkle glimmers in your eyes.

“As do I.” The hand on your back pulled you closer to him, your body now flushed against his.

You could hear the soft humming from his body, a soothing sound amidst the violins and piano. Although the sounds were pleasing, the hum of his body were far greater. A gentle sigh escaped your lips as Ramattra and you stepped in rhythm.

It felt just like something in the movies you watched and you never thought something so magical could happen.

His hand never left your body as he pulled you around the floor. Everything felt so good, just perfect as you continued to dance with the omnic.

Ramattra’s memory was in borderline overload. He knew his brother had something planned, but this was not what he had expected. Even though the war had ended months prior, his hatred for humanity was still present in his core, but seeing you smile at him warmed his circuits. The moment he saw you in that dress it was like something had flipped inside of him. Love? Lust? He didn’t know but he wanted you.

Zenyatta was cunning like that. He knew what you wanted and he knew what Ramattra wanted. A meeting like this was one way to get things going without unnecessary bloodshed or hatred. He knew you were a kind soul that could change the way Ramattra views humans.

He watched from the sidelines, your movements in sync with the ravager. He saw the way you looked up at him, and he saw the way he looked at you. Something was growing and he felt rather proud of himself.

The music slowly died down and the dancing came to a stop. Everyone turned to view the orchestra and clapped.

“The night is far from over.” Ramattra speaks to you, offering his arm to you much like his brother did earlier on in the evening. “Perhaps… We will get to know each other more, yes?”

You place your arm with his, hand resting on top of your own as he escorted you back to your friend.

“I would very much like that, Ramattra.” A gentle smile on your face was all the confirmation he needed.

“Ah, brother, [y/n].” Zenyatta joins the pair. “How was your dance?”

“Quite pleasant, actually.” Ramattra answers, head turning to face you.

“I have to agree.” You look at Zenyatta, raising an eyebrow. “You got what you wanted.”

A soft chuckle escapes Zenyatta. “You figured it out, I assume?”

“Yes.” Ramattra chimed in.

“Zenyatta, I swear-” You stop as the smaller monk takes your hand in his.

“The night is still young, [y/n].” That playfulness is back.

“What are you suggesting?” You narrow your eyes at him, Ramattra stood there listening.

“Perhaps you take advantage of this.” He places something in your hand.

“Zen-”

“Please, I did not spend the better half of this week making these arrangements for it to go to waste.” You knew he would be grinning if he could express his emotions on his face.

The moment Zenyatta releases his hand, you look down at the item. A key with a room number on it. Instantly your cheeks flushed.

“Zenyatta-” You go look up at him but he had disappeared among the other parties.

“That brother of mine… Foolish.” There was a hint of humour in Ramattra’s voice as he looked around. “If you would prefer to stay among the party we may.”

“I will never hear the end of it either way.” You laugh quietly.

“Shall we?” He extends his other arm towards the staircase that leads to the rooms.

You nodded. “Lead the way.”

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Is there going to be a part two? Maybe. Would you want a part two? It would be exactly what you think it is. smug face

#ramattra x reader #overwatch #zenyatta #ramattra #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch ramattra #ow #overwatch 2 #fanfic #ramattra fanfic #ramattra x you #reader #yazzfics

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grasshopperdoingdogpaddle · 3 months

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Master Monk Chase had to admit, the newest, littlest warrior on the Heylin side intrigued him. He hadn’t been this fascinated another human being in a long while.

He hadn't been able to take him up on his offer for a fight the first time they met, but now he'd like to see what the kid's made of. (And maybe this time, he'd manage to actually pat his head without getting bitten.)

A oneshot set in @gravity-what's Heylin Omi AU.

#xiaolin showdown #omi #chase young #good!chase #heylin!omi #my fanfiction

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eleemosynecdoche · 8 months

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Got a cute little fanfic about Seiga Kaku in the works. :)

Here's the opener:

Gensōkyō is an adjustment for Kaku Seiga (or Huo Qing'e, or Marina Nenadovic, or other names she has carried, Tao name expunged and left behind long ago). She has lived her life like this: there are three types of people in the worlds. Those who are ignorant of her, those who are aware and hostile, and those who are aware and beholden to her. Now she must confront a fourth: those who are aware and neutral. It is puzzling, but, as she walks up to the Hakurei Shrine, it does make it easier to enjoy herself in peace.

This drinking party, while not banning ordinary humans, is clearly one for the yaoguai and the little gods and the like, and so she has brought her Yoshika. She smiles, adjusting her pet's cap and patting her cheek. Yoshika gurgles, swaying just the littlest bit, but attentive to her mistress. "Good girl!" she tells her. She sees, out of the corner of her eye, some of the crowd from the corrupt monk's temple and says, "I'd give you a treat, but some people might be offended by you draining the life from a mouse, so-"

She produces a small squirt bottle in her hands, prestidigitation and her senkai working together, and begins to spray mist in front of Yoshika, whose tongue lolls out as she licks it up, trying to inhale all of it. There's some faint sounds of disgust from the Buddhists, or some other people, but little else, and she continues on, petting Yoshika as she goes. There's a nice spot, open and set slightly away from any of the groups. Stragglers will surely gather here, and she likes the opportunity to study them in closer detail. Yoshika mumbles something clearly cadenced.

"What's that, my darling?" Seiga asks, setting out all the incidentals she'll want for an evening of drinking, light provocation, and possibly, if she's lucky, an interesting new human to meet. She finishes it off with a bottle filled with one of her personal cocktails, a bit on the Molotov end with the diesel fuel and kerosene. Perfect for intimidation, even of the most jaded youkai. She really needs to get a source for more before long-

"I was twenty-five, and walking through the forest by a stream," Yoshika says, in a voice far less gurgly than her usual one. "I saw a squirrel, and it scolded me, and, laughing, I came up with that verse on the spot." She looks up at Seiga, recognition filling her eyes first, then shock, horror, betrayal, sadness… "You," she says. "Weren't you sent away? I cried and cried even as I agreed with it. What happened? This isn't how I-" the control talisman glows, character by character, and Seiga smiles as Yoshika twitches and then falls back, immobile.

"I'm sorry, pet," she says. "I had to do quite a bit of reconstruction anyways, so while I was working on you…" the talisman dims. Seiga sighs. "Ah, what a shame, the brief nature of our moments together," she says, kissing Yoshika on her nose.

"They are?" Yoshika asks, jiangshi once more, eyes wide at the vast breathing world around her, arms stiff and slowly coming back to motility.

"Certainly, by comparison to the whole world," Seiga says, laughing. Yoshika nods, satisfied. "I think it's about time to get something to drink," Seiga says, "Would you like beer or sake or plum wine today, Yoshika?"

#touhou #touhou fanfic #seiga kaku #yoshika miyako #fun little fic :)

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y2kbugs · 7 months

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I wrote a little thing. I don't really write like Pratchett and it almost feels like heresy to try to copy him, so I went along with what was comfortable to me, though with inspiration obviously.

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"H-hey, I'm Rincewind, and starting today, I'm going to be your ass-"

"Ook?"

Rincewind opened his eyes, and was shocked to find, where the librarian should have been, a portly orangutan in its place. This was the kind of animal that belonged in an exotic jungle, yet felt right at home by the shelves and bookpiles. He smiled warmly, however warm a great ape might manage a smile.

"-istant?"

"Oh," said the wizard who'd led him along to the library. "I forgot to mention…The librarian's an orangutan now. Don't ask, it's a touchy subject for him. And he doesn't even want to turn back."

He let out a little laugh and patted Rincewind's shoulder before departing. "Good luck. Just be quiet in the library, and don't call him a monkey."

"…Right." Rincewind muttered automatically, the syllable coming out of his mouth like a stiff breeze as he gaped at the orangutan.

"Ook," said the Librarian, motioning to Rincewind with his leathery, furry hand.

"Um, yes. I'm Rincewind. I'll…" What else was he supposed to say?

It was only by chance that Rincewind was a polyglot, and therefore understood Orangutan among many, many other languages. He just had to dig around for it after his initial disbelief.

But, of course, saying ook, ook as a human wizard would have been downright embarassing to do, even alone in a library…

"Ook," the librarian looked him up and down. Rincewind understood this to mean "You are tall enough to reach the highest shelf, and thin enough to crawl into the tiny spaces the books hide in. You'll make a great assistant."

He wasn't sure if this was a compliment, especially coming from a monk--sorry, ape, but he'd accept it anyway. He had encountered stranger, after all, but an old orangutan seemed mostly harmless.

#discworld #rincewind

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yumedreamfics · 7 months

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The Thief and The Monk deleted chapter 13 draft

Since your adventure in the nearby village, three months have passed. By now, it was spring, the air was fresh and invigorating. Even if the monastery was situated high in Nepal’s mountains, which meant there was always snow, all humans could definitely feel that the spring’s air was different, it was warmer and more energetic.

You looked up at the sky, taking a deep breath of fresh air. Right now, you were in the monastery’s garden with another monk, harvesting vegetables that you would later bring to the villagers.

You got up from the ground and stretched your back, as you did so, your bones emitted a cracking sound and you whined in pain.

The monk immediately got up to check on you. ‘’Are you ok, sister?’’

You let out a small laugh ‘’Yes, yes, brother. Do not worry!’’ you pressed your palms on your back ‘’This silly human is only getting older, her bones aren’t the one of a teen anymore’’

He looked at you, tilting his head ‘’But Sister… aren’t you like in your mid twenties? How old are you’’

You jokingly gasped ‘’My, my, brother! It’s rude to ask a woman her age!’’

The poor monk panicked and tried to apologize but you gave him a small pat on his back. ‘’I’m joking, brother!’’ you laughed.

He let out a small sigh of relief ‘’I still have to understand human’s sense of humor.’’

You grabbed the basket full of vegetables from the ground ‘’I can give you some lessons one of these days’’. You both chuckled as you walked to the garden’s exit.

‘’Oh no, what are we gonna do now?’’ you heard a voice from the opposite side of the garden. You both looked from the voice’s direction, three monks were in front of the greenhouse, you recognized Ramattra and Zenyatta.

Without even thinking twice, you approached them, the monk followed you silently.

‘’Is everything ok?’’ you asked, they turned their head to look at you.

‘’Oh, Sister, brother, good morning’’ Zenyatta greeted you. ‘’We have a little problem with the greenhouse’’

You peeked behind Zenyatta’s shoulder to look at the other monk in complete panic as he was looking inside his knapsack.

‘’He lost the greenhouse’s key’’, Ramattra added, sighing.

‘’I haven’t lost it! I used it earlier, it must be here!’’ He added, still rummaging like a crazy. .

Zenyatta let out a sigh, shaking his head ‘’We are already late in our schedule’’

Ramattra snapped his fingers ‘’Wait a second, I had an idea’’ he said, grabbing you by your shoulder and dragging you in front of the door. He lowered his head and whispered to your ear ‘’Can you unlock it?’’

You gasped, slightly offended this time. ‘’You know how I feel about doing…these kinds of things!’’ You whispered back, a bit pissed.

‘’Can you do it or not?’’

You grunted at him ‘’Of course I can’’ You gave him the basket you were holding, then you removed a bobby pin from your hair. ‘’ Look at the things I have to do…’’ you mumbled loudly as you tried to unlock the door.

In a few seconds the door was open. All the monks, except Ramattra, gasped.

‘’How did you do that?’’ Zenyatta asked.

You grunted as you put back the pin in your hair ‘’Let’s not talk about it’’

The small monk immediately grabbed both of your hands and gave them a firm shake ‘’Thank you so much sister, oh thank you!’’

You tried to smile at him, but you were still slightly pissed, so your smile was the most forced one you could possibly pull off.

As soon as he and Zenyatta entered the greenhouse, Ramattra moved next to you. ‘’Thanks for that’’

You only gave him a grumpy look. ‘’Don’t you dare to ask me these things again’’

He let out a chuckle. You tried to take your basket back but he stopped you.

‘’Brother, do you mind if I go down to the village instead?’’ he said to the monk that was still behind you with the basket in his hand.

‘’Oh, sure, brother!’’ He approached Ramattra and gave him his basket as well, without any problem, Ramattra placed them on top of each other . ‘’Then I’ll work in the greenhouse at your place!’’

Ramattra nodded ‘’Thank you brother’’. The small monk bowed to him then at you before going into the greenhouse as well.

As soon you were left alone, Ramattra looked down at you ‘’Still mad?’’

You glanced at him, he let out a small chuckle. ‘’For what it's worth, I’m sorry. But he really needed that door to be open. Our poor brother was about to blow out steam from his head for how much he was panicking’’

You sighed, as you started to walk out the garden ‘’You owe me one’’

‘’Aren’t you gonna take your basket back? ’’ he asked, following you.

You turned your head and gave him a smirk ‘’I believe that weight is nothing compared to what you’re capable of lifting’’

He chuckled, admitting defeat, as you both headed to the village.

#ramattra x reader #overwatch x reader #overwatch fanfiction #ramattra #overwatch #ramattra x you #no beta reading #i apologize for any eventual grammar erorrs (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

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revshanks · 4 days

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What DND class and race would each member of Weezer be?

Here's my proposal; They're all multiclass Bards. Wood Elf Druid Rivers, Human Monk Pat, Human Paladin Scott, Half-Elf Rogue Brian, Tiefling Warlock Matt, Tabaxi Ranger Mikey

#weezer #rivers cuomo #pat wilson #scott shriner #brian bell #matt sharp #mikey welsh #Rev Talks Weezy #Rev's Rad Ramble #dnd #dungeons and dragons #I'm basing most of the first four's from their SZNZ: Spring photoshoot #I was tempted to make Rivers into a monk but Weezer canon states otherwise so he's a Druid now. His wild shape is a Black Cat #Pat is a Monk cause he's BALD /hj #Paladin Scott cause the Marine Corps. He's got the Oath of Devotion. Should I make him into an Oathbreaker? He's not evil just silly #Half-High Elf Rogue Brian cause he's a zesty twink and also I like to make him and Rivers similar cause they're both twinks #Idk why tiefling Matt I just thought he'd fit as a tiefling #Also Tabaxi Mikey cause kittie!! :3

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moononmyfloor · 7 days

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A Rec and Appreciation post for a Bilibili FMV I found for The Spirealm :)

IMPORTANT: Contains spoilers for all the way through to the show! You've been warned!

Link to the edit: You don't need an account to watch things on Bilibili, but if you do, remember to give it a thumbs up! 💕

The song used and will be discussed by me in relation to the clips of the drama used in the fmv is 人间不值得 (The Human Realm is Not Worth It) by 黄诗扶 (Huáng Shīfú).

Disclaimer: 1. I'm not Chinese by any means, I only happen to be a student who loves this song very very much for its nuances and symbolism and it always makes me so happy to see a fandom I like has gotten an edit to this song. This post is an attempt to get more like-minded people to appreciate it! All the translations are from here where you can read even deeper to the lyrics and learn the background of the song. 2. I will be posting screenshots from the edit that correspond significantly to the song lyrics for those who'd like some help with noticing the parallels. Again, and obviously, this means SPOILERS! Don't proceed if you don't want to be spoiled. I won't be sharing gifs nor clips from the edit because that'd be straight up reposting and I don't want to do that, and a single screenshot may not be sufficient for you to understand what's happening in the scene unless you've seen the show/fmv.

Without further ado!

渡口爱上深山, 薄雪中意晚莲 -A Crossing Ferry falls for Deep Mountain, Thin Layer of Snow likes Evening Lotus

A ferry transportation wouldn't be done in an area with deep mountains, it requires a flat and calm body of water. Lotuses don't bloom in the snow-falling season. Aka this means two things that are star-crossed. Hence: 🥲

夕阳熬红双眼想等来晨钟聊聊天- Setting sun waits till its eyes turned red, hoping it can chat with morning bell Again, the setting sun cannot meet the morning bell. The vidder has used a scene of Ruan Lanzhu sitting with his eyes closed on a bench, waiting for Jiushi- it's not that specific so I'm not including a screenshot.

心上人在梅边柳边偏不在身边- Person on heart is by plum or willow, but not by (the person singing the song)

A Hongloumeng reference to say that your beloved is not by you but elsewhere, see the link above for more details. -A scene of Jiushi patting Lanzhu's shoulder and going away for a door challenge while Lanzhu stands agonized-

小白蛇浇透临安许仙却没带伞- Little white snake is drenched in the rain of Lin An, but Xu Xian forgets to bring an umbrella

From the legend of White Snake and Xu Xian, they meet on a rainy day and Xu Xian gives White Snake an umbrella. Here, the lyrics say he forgot aka things didn't happen the way they should've.

-The clip chosen for this line is more happy because they both got to use the umbrella hehe-

少女压坏秋千书生十年落选- Young girl crushes the swing, scholar fails at exams for ten years

A little girl on a swing and a scholar who passes the exams are nice things to imagine, but the lyrics say the contrary happened. The edit shows scenes from the case of the bullied school girl and the classmate who betrayed her, who both had their youths ruined. :(

命运总是挑挑拣拣诸事不成全- Fate is always picky and things just can’t be fulfilled

-Scenes from the first case (snow village), not using screenshots because the line itself isn't very specifc and therefore neither is the scene-

小和尚没化到缘又路过烧鸭店- Little monk doesn’t get offerings, then happens to walk by a roasted duck shop

Describes a situation where your life sucks and then some more.

-The scene of the little beggar fainting from the Child trafficking case put in contradiction with the scene of Jiushi enjoying skewers with Xiong Qi.-

The chorus:

拈杯酒眯着眼说专心看人间- Pinching a cup of wine and squinting eyes, saying (I/you/whoever) is looking at the human real with full concentration

The song is advising you to take a cup of wine, let go and just observe the world around you. Scenes of Lanzhu and Jiushi having swigs/sips of drinks is followed by them happily gazing up at New Year fireworks. It's pretty self explanatory.

看长安建安与潘安都想沾一沾- (seeing) Chang’an Jian An and Pan’An, wanting to touch them all

Chang'an was an ancient Chinese capital, Jian'an was a literaty gathering, Pan'an was a historical man who was famous for his beauty and loyalty to his wife (the character Liu Xueyi's was modelled upon for the recently aired drama In Blossoms🤭) aka these three things are unrelated except for rhyming. So it's basically like saying "You want this, you want that too" and to just chill and embrace it all; your mortal desires and sorrows.

The scenes used are from the night street celebrations from the Child trafficking case, and are not specific to the line except for that the aesthetics match that of Chang'an night scenary in Tang dynasty period dramas. (And maybe Jiushi staring at Li Dongyuan's handsome face refers to the Pan'an part heh)

神仙掐指算此去少圆满- Gods making predictions, this trip shall lead to little fulfillment 得来失聚了散千万莫求全- Losing what has been found, parting after reunion, don’t try to aim for perfection at all

Means that sometimes gains and loses just cannot be helped.

-Scenes of Li Dongyuan's last moments- 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

借泥炉烧碗饭在檐上种炊烟- Borrowing earth stove to make meal, planting cooking smoke on the top of the eave

-cooking scenes from the show, self-explanotory-

管小寒大寒与心寒都来暖一暖- No matter if it’s Small Cold, Big Cold, Or heart cold, all come over and warm up

Xiao Han and Da Han are two of the wintry solar terms of traditional Chinese calendar. Heart Cold is; well, having lost hope and being unhappy. The song tells you to get together and warm yourself up whether your coldness is external or internal.

好提胆闯人海再叩风月关- So that you can build up the courage and venture into the crowd, knocking on the door of profanity (of life) Now this line may look simple but is really iconic to the show. It means to build up your guts [lit:gallbladder] (through the power of the warmth from forming bonds as mentioned above), so you can go out and enjoy all the beautiful romantic things in life, and bravely knock on the doors (HA) of each levels of life as you go. The scenes used are Lanzhu and Jiushi marching into door challenges, them sitting and enjoying quiet moments together, and DOORS. Bejeezus...

兜兜转转八十一难我们走着看- Around and around through 81 tribulations, we shall see how it goes Another cleverly utilized line. 81 tribulations are what the main characters underwent in Journey to the West in order to bring the Buddhist texts, and if you've finished Spirealm, you know the 12 doors are inspired by the 12 links in the Law of Dependent Origin of Buddhist philosophy. In simpler words, the 12 links are the reasons for your mundane sorrows, longings and confusion, and 81 tribulations are the hardships you undergo because of them. The core scene used is Jiushi completing the 12 doors of the game, followed by the friend gang badass-strutting into the case scenes, fitting for the part "let's see how it goes".

竹马去寻竹马青梅意兴阑珊- Bamboo horse goes searching for bamboo horse, blue plum feels discouraged

Now this is my FAVORITE line 😆 I always love to see what the vidders do with this part when this song is used on a BL edit. This comes from the famous poem line, “郎骑竹马来，绕床弄青梅”:” boy comes on a bamboo horse, circling around the bed and playing with plum branch”. It refers to boys and girls who are meant to be each others' since childhood. But sometimes, the bamboo horse (boy) doesn't go for a blue plum (girl), and will seek another bamboo horse instead, yeah? The scenes chosen are first Lanzhu and Jiushi, chased after by Li Dongyuan, leaving behind the exasperated Zhuang Rujiao 😂 Our poor lil blue plum!

伯牙琴弦摔断叔夜刚绝交山巨源- Bo Ya breaks the string on his Qin, Shu Ye breaks off from Shan Juyuan

This line is about two legendary friendships, in the first pairing Bo Ya broke his Qin after his friend's death because nobody could appreciate his playing better than his friend, and the latter pairing broke up because of diff ideals.

The scenes used are when Jiushi and his ex bff used to be together, and broke up later.

知己半路就散结发总另结新欢- Good friends part half-way, spouses marry someone else

-Yixie crying holding Qianli, the nurse whose lover betrayed her in the sanatorium arc-

小情侣恰好遇见喜鹊没来上班- Young couples who happen to meet when the magpies are not on duty

Refers to the Chinese fairytale Magpie Bridge where magpies helped the couple meet once every year, and without magpies they wouldn't get even that chance.

The scenes used are: 🥺

长生岂能如愿古稀尚靠垂怜- How can longevity be fulfilled, it depends on heaven’s mercy to live to one’s 70s

Jeebus, have I mentioned this vidder is a GENIUS? The corresponding scene used is the big baddie of the show standing tall and playing almighty, and the happiness of our good guys is at his mercy, followed by the scene of 50 Years Later HUHU

老病倒比莺莺燕燕多陪二十年- The Old and the sick somehow gets 20 more years than the happy young couple

LOL the vidder knows how to be a troll, too. As the song says "Old and sick gets to live", Chen Fei and the lady friend (I don't even rem her name) who couldn't have been more background charactery if they tried, and they got to move onwards with their lives in peace while "happy, young" Zaozao and Dongyuan didn't 😔

小嫦娥偷吃灵药却反而羡人间- Chang’e takes magical elixir, yet feels jealous of the human realm

The moon goddess, who enjoys longevity but is full of regrets about the life she left behind.

-Zaozao, who is finally under the spotlight she always deserved, but... *bawls harder*

The chorus from before repeats, that tells you to have a drink, chill and look at this world, not care so much about this and that, to not push yourself too hard because it isn't worth it, have a meal with your loved ones to chase away the cold instead, build up the courage to endure the beauty and challenges (DOORS) of the life.

Complimentary scenes follow:

人生在世不称意呀失眠或失恋- Living in this realm is often unsatisfying, losing sleep or losing love

-For "unsatisfying" part, past-and-present scenes of the son and mother from the Triplet case, for "Losing Sleep" part Lanzhu staring at sleeping Jiushi on the same bed and then the chocolate scene, the younger sister's confession being rejected in the Sister Drum case and the Lady in the Rain for "Losing Love" part.-

只劝你来把个盏侃呀么侃大山- (I) suggest you drink (the wine) up, then have a nice long chat

-The scene where Lanzhu wordlessly empties the can after Dongyuan's incident, followed by memories of when they were eating and chatting together, and also those of Qianli's 🤧

The final part:

喝完大酒撑条船说今生不靠岸- After a big drink go ride on a boat, saying never to dock till the end of this life 去天涯海角浪个遍失意当尝鲜 -To the edge of the horizon and corners of the sea, taking disappointment as fresh experiences

-Scenes of Lanzhu and Jiushi together, braving the challenges-

这一路手握剑身侧有千帆- Holding a sword on the way, with thousands of sails passing by

-The girl from the school bullying case, now grown bright and confident, wielding a sword (that was SUCH a great moment! You go, darling!), followed by the now-regretless Door Ghosts smiling happily in the last episode.-

时不时回头看看百味是人间- From time to time, turn around and look, hundreds of tastes makes up the human realm

-Lanzhu looking back at Jiushi for one last time, Jiushi looking back before entering a door- *sniffles

Followed by happy montages of all their friends, and Chestnut.

时不时也睡个懒觉醒来多加餐- From time to time, sleep in, and eat an extra meal when (you) wake up

-A scene of Lanzhu tucked in cozily, Jiushi stretching awake from a sleep, well into daytime, and for the "Extra Meal" part, that giant drumstick platter Lanzhu and Rujiao made Dongyuan get for them 😁.-

AAAnd DONE! Phew, that gotta be one of the longest posts I've made in one sitting. If you are still here, thank you so much for your patience and attention, I hope you enjoyed this brilliant fmv meta! Don't forget to give the vidder the love they much deserve, and read up the AveX link for more thorough understanding of the song itself.

Toodles for now!

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copperfirebird · 11 months

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Did You Know: the early aughts show Xiaolin Showdown was actually based on a cartoon from the mid-80s? They only aired a handful of episodes and it's basically impossible to find now either dubbed in English or the original episodes.

Shaolin Faceoff! played on CBS Saturday mornings in early 1985 as a mid-season replacement but it kept getting moved to different time slots and got pulled after less than three months.

Many things were changed or added in the remake but some aspects will sound familiar: five kids are pulled into ancient China and discover they have magic powers, then are approached by the forces of both good and evil to train for the magical battles that will determine the future of the world. The CBS dub didn't actually specify that it was ancient China, and implied that it was a magical land a la the Dungeons and Dragons or My Little Pony cartoons.

Dubbed in English as Ray (power of air, later Raimundo), Adam (power of earth, later Clay) and his little brother Pat (power of water, later Omi), Kim (power of fire, later Kimiko) and Jack (power of metal, later the powerless Jack), we are introduced to these five kids at the mall, where they are playing an arcade game called Shaolin Faceoff! The power goes out and a light causes them to fall asleep, and they wake up in a foreign landscape.

The forces of good begin with the monk Dashi and his adorable dragon sidekicks Dojo and Chase, though some viewers remember a very disturbing episode where Chase is captured by Wuya and Hannibal and mutated into a much larger, more malevolent dragon, after which he is replaced on the side of good by another human monk, Guan.

The forces of evil are centered around a villain named Hannibal whose power seems to come from a large cup or cauldron called a "dou" in Chinese, which was memorably mistranslated as "bean" in English, resulting in the villains nonsensically referring to "evil beans".

Most online posts looking for or talking about the show center on Hannibal's two lieutenants. One was the antagonist in only one episode but his white makeup earned him the nickname "Mime". He was silent even when he was the primary antagonist, but even when he didn't have a reason to appear in the episode, artists seemed to find it fun to hide him in crowd scenes, backgrounds and even in closets or under one of the protagonists' bed in one case!

The best-remembered character and the antagonist the main characters dealt with the most was a sorceress named Wuya similar to He-Man's Evil-Lyn who could take a ghost form and possess people. In several episodes, Wuya possesses one of the protagonists and force them to do things they'd find horrifying. The reports that led to the show being pulled include a little girl hurting her baby brother because "Wuya made her do it."

Do you remember Shaolin Faceoff! or similar cartoons from the 80s?

#xiaolin showdown #lost media

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ya-zz · 11 months

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DANCE WITH ME (v2)

Ramattra x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1955 SUIT VERSION

!They both share a GN reader!

“Excuse me?”

“I am inviting you to this party.”

“Why?”

“Do you have to question everything?”

“Yes.”

“Shut up and accept the invite.”

“And if I don’t?”

“You will be missing out.”

“Missing out on what?”

“Come and you will find out.”

“Fine.”

You smile to yourself.

“What do I wear?” You ask, knowing that your wardrobe was anything but party attire.

“I have that already prepared.” There was a playfulness in Zenyatta’s voice.

“I’m sorry?” You look at the monk, confused. “What? How?”

He shrugs, and you knew.

“You went through my room, didn’t you?”

“It is rude to ask someone their clothing size.”

“It’s rude going through someone’s room without permission.”

You both stare at each other, not uttering a word.

“Would you have told me if I asked?” He cocked his head to the side.

“Probably not, no.”

“My thoughts exactly.” There was that smugness in his voice that you disliked.

“I swear, Zenyatta-” All you could do was sigh.

—

Saturday came around far quicker than you had liked. The excitement bubbled inside of you, but so did the anxiousness of being around so many people.

You left the bathroom and noticed a box on your bed. That wasn’t there before…

Upon opening the box, you are greeted with a small note, a warmth spreads through your body as you read it.

I look forward to seeing you in this. I hope the night goes in your favour ~ Zen

You pull out the suit from the box, an audible gasp escaping your throat as you look at it, eyes widening slightly. The suit itself was exquisite, the blazer a deep purple littered with little rhinestones, almost like a galaxy of stars, deep purple dress pants to match. A bold white shirt and black tie to pull it all together. Absolutely nothing could’ve prepared you for this, and you felt guilty, knowing that something this beautiful had to be expensive. You sighed, placing the attire on the bed, looking at the matching shoes. This was feeling more suggestive, but you let the thought go as you got ready.

—

Zenyatta met you outside the Monastery, his gaze left yours as he looked you up and down.

“You look wonderful.” There was that playful tone in his voice.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” You smile at him, a warmth spreading across your cheeks.

Zenyatta had ditched the monk attire and settled on a dark suit, his blazer unbuttoned as he moved his hand from his pants pocket, offering his arm for you to hold.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

You take his arm, hooking yours through it. “Of course, my handsome looking friend.”

Zenyatta chuckled at the comment and you both started walking away from the Monastery and out of the village.

“Relax. It will be a fun night.” Zenyatta squeezed your hand gently. He had something planned, but he wasn’t going to expose that just yet.

—

“It has been too long, brother.” Zenyatta spoke, releasing you from your thoughts.

“Likewise. I did not think you would make it.” The other omnic spoke, before looking down at you. “And who is this?”

“[y/n].” You answer, bowing your head slightly.

“A pleasure.” He took your hand in his, bringing it up to his face plate as if to kiss it. “I am Ramattra.”

“[y/n] has been staying with us at the Monastery, and they are quite well liked among the monks.” Zenyatta looked at you before looking back up at his brother.

“I can see why.” Ramattra kept his gaze locked onto you, noticing the change in colour of your cheeks. A small chuckle left his body.

The music around the room slowly died down before a quiet voice speaks out, asking for floor to be cleared for those wishing to dance.

“Perhaps, you would like to dance with me?” The taller omnic looked at you, hand still holding yours.

Zenyatta removed his arm, his hand finding your back. “Go on. I will find some company while you have fun.”

The music started and everyone followed in time almost effortlessly. You followed Ramattra’s lead, keeping your back straight to avoid creasing the suit anymore. Omnics and humans alike were watching and dancing as the pair of you somehow found your way into the centre of the floor.

He dipped his head to speak to you. “I must say you are rather quite skilled in this.”

With a smile, you reply back to him. “You watch enough movies to pick it up I suppose. What about you? Surely they didn’t add a dancing module to ravagers.”

Your steps never faltered as you kept dancing, your breathing deep as the music sped up slightly.

“How long have you known Zen?” You ask, moving your hand back to its place on his arm after slipping down slightly.

“A few years. He was one I could always speak to when I had my doubts.” You could hear a sadness in his voice.

“Will you be returning to the Monastery?”

“You ask a lot of questions, but yes. I will be returning in time. A few… loose ends to clean up first.” He cocked his head to the side.

“I look forward to it.” You look up at him and smile, the lights illuminating your face softly as a sparkle glimmers in your eyes.

“As do I.” The hand on your back pulled you closer to him, your body now flushed against his.

It felt just like something in the movies you watched and you never thought something so magical could happen.

His hand never left your body as he pulled you around the floor. Everything felt so good, just perfect as you continued to dance with the omnic.

Ramattra’s memory was in borderline overload. He knew his brother had something planned, but this was not what he had expected. Even though the war had ended months prior, his hatred for humanity was still present in his core, but seeing you smile at him warmed his circuits. The moment he saw you in that matching suit it was like something had flipped inside of him. Love? Lust? He didn’t know but he wanted you.