#Yayoi-Approved

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Apollo x fem Yayoi reader from Majo taisen

-When Apollo heard that his opponent was going to be a woman, he was initially going to refuse, as he believed all women should be admired and treasured, but when he heard from Heimdall that you wanted to fight, to prove yourself, Apollo agreed.

-He had heard others talking as he prepared, hearing your name being thrown around, as he was curious as what type of woman- no… what type of warrior you were.

-Some called you childish and arrogant, hearing how you had set fire to your home just to see the man you loved again when you had been alive.

-Some called you hot tempered and abrasive, ready to throw down and get into fights with anyone that you felt disrespected you, acting nothing like the nymphs Apollo usually surrounded himself with.

-It was the words of some warriors that really piqued his interest in you, “She’s a passionate young woman. Once she sets her mind on something, there’s no changing it. Apollo’s going to have his hands full with that one.”

-When he first saw you, he was stunned to meet someone so young, and even the way you dressed was a bit childish as you grinned across the field at him, lollipop in your mouth.

-You were… absolutely stunning.

-Apollo couldn’t pull his eyes away from you, not that he wanted to, your aura, your visage, everything about you was stunning to Apollo, as you weren’t hiding anything, you were showing him everything you had, confident in your skills.

-You were a bit weirded out by his staring, “Uhh you okay?” you were looking forward to a fight, but when he first saw you, he just stared at you like a weirdo.

-He instantly crossed the field and took your hands in his own, “Marry me Y/N!”

-He sudden proposal shocked everyone, the whole stadium, except for him, turning comically white, before loud shouts erupted from all over, shouting at Apollo. The gods were telling him to fight you, not flirt and propose to you, while the humans were telling him to get his mitts off of you!

-You on the other hand were stunned, as you had not been prepared to be proposed to, but there was something unique about him, something you wanted to know more about.

-Those who knew you knew that this was dangerous, because once you took an interest into someone or something, there was no changing your mind!

-For the second time, the stadium was stunned as you leapt into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck, “You convinced me! I wanna learn more about you!!”

-Apollo was elated to hear your acceptance, as the stadium was stunned by what they were seeing as the newly engaged couple headed backstage.

-Ares was stammering, looking at Zeus who was laughing warmly, stroking his beard softly, “That rascal- but I suppose I can approve. Those two are very much alike!”

-Ares didn’t see it, as he shouted at Zeus that both sides needed to get new fighters for the next round, something Zeus agreed to.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror apollo #ror zeus #ror ares

[radiodread]

So the Given manga ended today, and I felt like airing out my opinions on the last chapter and the series as a whole. Spoilers galore, possibly controversial opinions, and other stuff in a long essay below the cut.

Starting with what I thought of the last chapter: weakly executed but highly unsurprising that it was. A lot of things were left unsaid and unresolved, most of them issues pertaining to one of the main characters, Ritsuka. Remember back in one of the early chapters when Yayoi told Akihiko that “Ritsuka hasn’t been eating or sleeping properly, he’s just absorbed in his music”, a scene that was also kept in the anime’s fourth episode? Yeah, that. It’s been hinted at since then that he still doesn’t sleep well (like when he showed up at Hiiragi and Shizusumi’s school having finished the demo, heavily implying that he’d stayed up all night given the erratic look and vibe he gave off.

Then there’s his insecurities re: himself, Mafuyu, and his relationship with Mafuyu that were seemingly blown away once again by music. Music will always be there to save the day! Absolve all of these people of their responsibility to sort things out like normal people do, instead they just play some music and all is well again. Like magic! Wow. (This was sarcasm, by the way.)

Speaking of which, Mafuyu still never told Ritsuka anything about Yuki. Absolutely nothing. All this time, I felt like he had a responsibility to do so since Ritsuka was dragged into this mess first by Mafuyu who naïvely seemed to think that starting to date someone new would make him magically get over Yuki, yet it seemed to only make it worse and thus it made Ritsuka have to suffer. Then Ritsuka was dragged deeper into it by Hiiragi and Shizusumi who told him a few things about Yuki that Mafuyu should’ve been the one to tell Ritsuka, not Mafuyu’s childhood friends who didn’t know Ritsuka and also weren’t as close to Yuki as Mafuyu was.

The icing on the goddamn cake was the end of the chapter, was Mafuyu saying to Ritsuka “when we get back, let’s do it”. And it only just now hit me that this was the exact same thing Yuki told Mafuyu on the beach. Minus the bathroom bit.

First of all, weird callback. Second of all, cheap way to end it all off. I’ve felt since a long time ago that Kizu has gotten tired of the series and that’s why the story quality has dwindled drastically. But this just felt like her shrugging and saying “let’s just get this shit over with”. Which is a bit of an insult to the people who followed this series religiously either from the start or decided to tag along somewhere during its run.

One thing that also really irked me was the whole bit that happened after Hiiragi and Shizusumi came into Given’s room after their live performance post-debut. How Hiiragi says that Ritsuka “sometimes belongs to SYH” and how Ritsuka obviously didn’t even know this was a thing (isn’t this also a bit of a red flag, where his management goes behind his back and approves something in his stead?), and wasn’t gung-ho about it once it sunk in but agreed to do it anyway because he’s such a good fucking boy and I’m so upset on his behalf that it kind of paves the way for people to take advantage of him now that he’s a professional musician. Mafuyu and Ritsuka still clearly have things to sort out given how Mafuyu was jealous and aggravated when Hiiragi yapped about stealing Ritsuka from them and how Given had to do better to steal their man back. Unsurprisingly, communication is still lacking in the Given manga overall, and that’s where it’s also left unresolved at the very end. 

(Remember when Haruki said that music was [all about] communication?)

(Yeah, me too.)

((Yes, I absolutely scrambled across the floor like a deranged crab to get the first volume out of my bookshelf to find this exact page. Dedication™))

There’s not much for me to say about the other characters in the series since they got their so-called “happy endings”. I’m very glad for Ugetsu that he got his happy ending, that he seems happy, like he’s moved on. In the promo art for the last chapter, there’s a mystery person standing next to Ugetsu, and while nothing is obviously confirmed- maybe he has a new love in his life? 

In any case, he certainly looked happy in the last chapter and in previous chapters where he’s appeared since his breakup with Akihiko, and he arguably got the best ‘ending’ out of all of them. Haruki and Akihiko are moving in together which felt like a logical next step for them, and I’m glad things worked out for them. As for Shizusumi and Hiiragi... who the hell knows. Their entire arc was a mess, the way they got together screamed non-con and BL tropes galore. Holy cow. Yeah. Anyway!

As for the series overall, I’m struggling nowadays to form a single, coherent opinion. I really loved it up until chapter 19 when Akihiko sexually assaulted Haruki (that was basically where Kizu started picking up those BL tropes that at least I thought she would steer clear of... silly me) but then I still loved how he redeemed himself and how that arc ended. Then after chapter 28, things just went downhill for me and I haven’t liked the series as much at all since.

I heavily disliked the Hiiragi arc because of how it introduced things and then glossed them over, that so-called “sex scene” between Hiiragi and Shizusumi that I personally would call something else, the way Ritsuka’s entire character was shoved into the nearest bin (it seriously made me think that Kizu is the first mangaka I’ve stumbled upon who really hates the main character of her manga so much that she takes everything out on him as a result - whew!) and how he then just never got any sort of proper resolution to his story. I liked the first half of the manga, I guess, so in the end my opinion stays pretty wobbly. I’ve never shied away from admitting that I’m heavily Ritsuka-biased and I’ll stay that way. The boy deserved so much better than what he got and that’s one of my major takeaways, unfortunately. For a series that I once really liked, this certainly feels like a disappointing end.

#given #given manga #radiodread.txt #given manga spoilers

[definitely-not-samayoi]

a quick thought: i feel like Yayoi would approve of Mine and be glad that such a man is by Daigo's side

#yakuza #minedai #dojima yayoi #dojima daigo #mine yoshitaka #i should go to sleep

[tsunflowers]

I try not to get invested in tumblr polls bc it's just jokes but seeing my special girlie yayoi hina and knowing she was going to lose to the juggalo nuns from the locked tomb really activated me and I keep thinking about the idea of "maligned yuri." maligned is a very cool word but its definition is "to speak about in spitefully critical manner." I don't think a lot of yuri is maligned in broad fandom circles bc it's still not as popular as m/m or m/f ships. the two main things that I see people say to malign yuri ships are:

you can't ship this bc it's toxic/unhealthy

you claim to ship this but you actually just want feminist brownie points and don't care about the relationship between the two women

so since there's so little I would say you can also include "ignored yuri" which would be when people say:

you only see certain fandom approved pairs but I like the dynamic between these two better

everyone ignores this in favor of an m/m or m/f ship but their relationship is just as good

but a lot of the things on this list are not any of those??

sun jing/qiu tong are the main couple in tamen de gushi and I think most people who are into yuri are aware of them and passively enjoy them. nobara/maki from jjk is the most popular ship for both characters. even hina/amane which I shilled for is like as close to canon as you can get and I never saw anyone talk shit about it before it was in this poll

it should have been called yuri rarepairs. my final message

[lonelypond]

New Year's By The Fire

NicoMaki, Love Live, 2.6K, 1/?

Summary: Nico is invited to the Nishikino New Year's Eve party. Snacks happen.

New Year's Eve By The Fire

Nishikino Maki wasn’t nervous. She’d been trained in the ins and outs and emergencies of hosting since she was old enough to curtsy, smile and point people toward a bathroom. And so many of the guests were familiar faces from two decades of parties, mixed with newer friends like Umi Sonoda and Kotori Minami. Tonight, Yazawa Nico would be added to that list. But Maki wasn’t nervous, her mask had just settled on her nose wrong, hair caught up in fabric knot at the back.

Nico had returned her tuxedo jacket, but Maki didn’t need it. Her Nordstrom’s shopper had messaged about the new Louis Vuitton x Yayoi Kusama arrivals and Maki had rushed to put together an outfit, mixing the Psychedelic Flowers suit with the Painted Dots shirt, the Infinity dots tie and gray beanie, and very kicky black loafers with metallic dots all along the sides. A domino mask to finish off the outfit and Maki was ready for a heist film. The outfit had received compliments from all the early party goers, but as 9 o’clock and Nico’s promised arrival neared, Maki did a quick check. Everything still snapped. Good. Nico seemed to care a lot about fashion. Checking her hat brim roll up in the hall mirror, Maki grinned. And with perfect timing, her phone pinged.

Nico: About to make an entrance. Don’t miss it.

Maki walked up to the door as Nico entered, cropped leather bomber jacket over a pink crinoline skater dress, black tights, pink lace up combat boots, pink knitted hat with a bobble bouncing merrily.

“Maki!” Nico waved, dodging around the crowd clustered at the door. “Wow. Kotori said you were going with the Yayoi Kusama, but damn that looks so much better on you than on the screen. Spin for Nico.”

“You forgot your mask.”

Nico sighed, shaking her head, reaching in to her pocket for a sparkly pink and silver mask, “Nico wanted to make sure you recognized her.”

“Can I take your coat?” Host instincts kicking in.

“Nah, Nico still hasn’t warmed up.” Nico looked around, “You could point Nico to food or something. Do rich people eat at parties?”

“Of course.”

“Nico’s only ever seen you eat pizza and donuts and this doesn’t look like a pizza and donut crowd.”

Maki chuckled, “You’d be surprised.”

“So Nico gets appetizer sized pizzas and donut holes.”

“It would be bruschetta and struffoli, but my parents went with a fish theme.” Maki stopped, to glance down at Nico, “You do like fish? Or I could order that pizza.”

“On New Year’s Eve? Nico doesn’t want to make any enemies in the restaurant business. Caviar it is.”

Maki saw Nico shiver and with a quick hand steered her to the chef’s station, grabbing a plate and filling it with salmon skewers and salmon blini before handing it to Nico.

“Nico approves.” Idly chewing her way up the salmon skewer, Nico drifted through the party, nodding at everyone who glanced her way like she was hosting, not Maki, who just followed in her wake.

“Maki! Nico!” Umi’s voice rang across the room. She and Kotori were talking together near the main Christmas tree, still twinkling with its white and gold lighting and decorating scheme. Both had chosen black dresses, flared at the waist, Umi’s with a hint of blue at the waist and hem; Kotori’s with gold thread striping the bodice. Their masks were black and feathery.

Kotori stepped forward, her hand sliding up Maki’s forearm, “How lovely. Just enough silk.”

Umi’s hand quickly offered itself as an alternative to Maki’s arm. Kotori linked their fingers. “Your tailor did an excellent job. The shoulders are perfect.”

Maki shrugged.

Nico held out a salmon skewer. “I think your chef did better. Try this. The spicing is sublime. Nico wants the recipe.”

Maki leaned forward. She’d been pacing and talking and making sure to complete everything on the list her parents had given her. She didn’t remember what time she’d eaten that morning.

Watching as Maki swallowed eagerly, Nico decided to go back for a second run, “You need food more than Nico does. Be right back.”

“Where’s Honoka?” Maki asked.

“Navy Pier.” Umi chuckled, “Honoka believes New Year's Eve is for making new friends at the largest party you can find while you watch something drop and many things explode colorfully and everything happens at the loudest volume possible.”

Kotori tched, “She likes to wear jeans.”

“Seems like the waste of a chance to dress up.”

“Jeans aren’t bad.” Umi fidgeted with her skirt self consciously.

“Oh no, Umi-dah, on New Year’s, you’re mine.” Kotori wrapped her arm around Umi’s, “You look too delicious not to wrap up in something dashing.”

Maki started to look for Nico, wanting to avoid a blush like the one coloring Umi’s cheeks.

“Maki!” Her mother was suddenly at her side, maskless, “Introduce me to your friends. Are they music majors?”

“Mama, this is Umi Sonoda. We are both in the Film Society.”

Kotori slid forward, her hand almost touching the fabric at Mrs. Nishikino’s hip, “I’m Kotori Minami and that Tadashi Shoji lapel dress is extraordinary.”

Nico had wandered back, carrying a plate piled with dumplings and wonton packets.

“Nico.” Kotori pulled Nico in, “Wouldn’t Eli look so good in something like that, in the confrontation scene, against the city lights?”

Nico tilted her head, considering, handing off the plate to Maki, who watched awkwardly as Nico and Kotori checked out her mother.

“Below the knee instead of floor length and white.” Nico decided.

“No, an even longer train. So it sweeps.” Kotori gestured with her hand. Umi and Maki exchanged a glance, Nico hummed noncommittally, then noticed Maki wasn’t eating and tapped under the plate.

“Nico got that for you. Try the crab rangoons. Another spicing masterpiece.”

Maki’s mother chuckled, “I’m glad you approve of the catering, I’m Maki’s mother.” She extended a hand, which Nico shook.

“Yazawa Nico, theatre major and future EGOT winner. I’m working with your daughter on a indie short.” Nico glanced around, “Thank you for inviting me to this party. Your home is lovely.”

“This movie keeps bringing new friends into Maki’s circle,” Maki’s mama leaned in to her taller daughter, “I’m glad. She’s a bit of a recluse.”

“MAMA!”

“Don’t forget to kiss someone at midnight.” Maki’s mama quickly pecked a kiss to her daughter’s cheek, “I am very glad all of you could attend. If you need anything, I’m sure Maki will take care of you. See you around.”

###

Music. A quintet. Slow music to dance to, jazz, sprightly classical and in this phase of the party, nearing midnight, some interesting arrangements of songs you wouldn’t think could be done by a piano, strings, and a trumpet, but there it was, Taylor Swift’s “Snow On The Beach” capping off a half hour of unexpected pop covers. Umi was holding out her hand for Kotori to join her in the crowd of dancing guests. Nico was singing along, sotto voce, leaning against a bar, wanting a karaoke room so she could do her best performance and let out some of the energy she’d been building up, meeting people, telling them about her upcoming part in Goncharov and the time she was spending developing musical skits for this year’s Waa-Mu show. Nico wasn’t sure where Maki had gone to until she saw her stand up from behind the piano, red hair flying loose, as another woman took over the bench. Nico leaned over, grabbed a bottled sparkling water, lime twisted, and headed toward the pianist, who was on a trajectory out of the room.

“That was an amazing “Snow On The Beach.” Did you do the arrangements?” Nico fell in step next to Maki, wondering where the taller woman was headed to. “I grabbed you a water.”

“Thanks.” Maki twisted off the cap and drank down half as they exited the room, walking down a hall Nico hadn’t been in before. They passed several doors until Maki reached to open one, holding it for Nico. A small room, sectional couch in front of a fireplace, stereo and speakers on the side, with albums underneath, and a mini fridge next to that.

Maki finished the water, dropped it in a box, crouched to pick a couple of albums, stacked them on the record player, and shrugged out of her jacket, rolling up her sleeves. Then she untied her mask. Nico was still in the bomber, but at some point she'd shoved her mask and hat in her pockets. Her dress was sleeveless and the party temperature had been keeping on the chilly side, but in this smaller room, Nico was starting to feel warm.

“Sit.” Maki pointed. “Want a water, juice, might have beer in here.”

“Water’s fine.”

Maki handed Nico a sparkling water, lime twist, and stretched out on the chaise portion of one leg of the sectional.

“You talking about Taylor Swift and noir the other day made me curious so I listened to her albums. Couldn’t get “Snow On The Beach” out of my head. The start is so…ethereal, like if snowflakes were these delicate windchimes.” The stereo started to play that very part. “I skipped.”

“That’s fine.” Nico glanced at the turntable, “Are you a vinyl nerd?”

Maki shrugged, “It’s more aesthetics. I like the weight. And the full sized cover art. It’s a…” Maki considered, “a ritual, sliding the album out of the sleeve, holding it gently, placing it carefully, dropping the needle, hearing the notes lift off the grooves. Music should always be a ritual.”

“Nico gets that.”

“Unless it’s play.” Maki sat up, hands holding what were probably imaginary drumsticks, ready to join in. “That’s better than listening.”

“Nico’s been listening all night. Playing is more fun. Singing is even more fun for Nico.”

Maki, amethyst eyes serious, nodded, “I get that.” She bounced up, pulled the arm back as soon as the song was over, flipped open a panel to reveal a laptop, and started typing, “What do you want to sing. I’ll load up the karaoke track.”

That was easy, Nico thought, stay on theme. “Let’s start at the start.”

Maki glanced over her shoulder, “Meet me at midnight?”

Nico winked and the music started.

“Staring at the ceiling with you Oh, you don't ever say too much And you don't really read into My melancholia

I been under scrutiny (Yeah, oh, yeah) You handle it beautifully (Yeah, oh, yeah) All this shit is new to me (Yeah, oh, yeah)

I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me

Surreal I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say

No deal The 1950s shit they want from me

I just wanna stay in that lavender haze”

After “Lavendar Haze”, Maki had queued up “Purple Rain,” which had led to Nico jumping all over the couch while Maki played drums on a cushion to “The Glamorous Life.”

Nico pulled out two bottles of an orange-y juice thing and tossed one to Maki. She’d shed her bomber at the beginning of The Glamorous Life and was warm enough after all the dancing, but she could feel a chill cutting in the air.

“Does the fireplace work?”

“Sure. Are you getting cold?”

“Nico runs hot, but yeah.” Nico flumped on the sectional. Maki was suddenly behind her with an afghan.

“That should help while I get the fire going.”

“What time is it? Don’t you have to get back to the party?”

Maki shook her head, “My parents are used to me disappearing.”

Nico made a mental note. Introvert. Ditches parties.

“You should have a snack stash. For Nico.”

“For Nico?” Maki raised an eyebrow, “Will you be back?”

“‘ ‘s a decent stereo.”

Maki snorted, “It’s the best stereo in Chicago. I put it together myself.”

“Nerd. Nico does like the best though.”

Maki paused, “Did you want to go back to the party? Do the countdown, midnight thing…”

“Nah, it’s nice here. Nico wants a fire, not fireworks.”

“Me too.” Maki muttered, piling kindling, stacking logs, using a long lighter to spark a fire, then stepping back as the flames grew.

“No snack stash?” Nico whined hopefully. “C’mon, be a hostess with the mostess.”

Maki grinned, ‘Give me two minutes.”

Nico snuggled into the corner of the sectional, afghan pulled up around her, watching the flames lick over the logs. The door opened and as Maki stepped in, she heard the party crowd getting louder. Maki had an armful of boxes and bags: cinnamony brown sugar Poptarts and cereal, popcorn, mini cookies.

“Anything pink?”

Maki handed Nico a small container that said Old World Spumoni Gelato, “It’s got black cherries, does that count?”

“Nico can do cherries. Nico can do chocolate. But Nico needs a spoon.”

Maki handed Nico a rectangular shortbread cookie. “Use this. Tastes amazing.” Demonstrating by scraping off the top layer, Maki settled back on the sectional, happily opening a cereal box.

“Did you bring milk?”

Maki pulled two boxes out of her pants pockets.

“You’re too fashionable for an icebox, Nishikino. That’s a crime against those pants.” Nico laughed, scraping her own dose of chocolate cherry pistachio gelato with a shortbread plank.

“We missed midnight.” Maki said, her voice sad, but her eyes twinkling, The fire had begun to warm the room.

“We could fake it.”

“How?”

“Nico can count down from ten.”

“And then?” Maki’s question was hesitant, heavy in the air.

“More gelato and colorful musical segues. Nico’s not done for the night, you just fueled up her sugar tank.” Another cookie, even more gelato curled into a scoop on the end.

“Okay.”

Nico chomped, feeling the cold invigorate her, “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!” Throwing off the afghan, Nico jumped up, bouncing and twirling on the sofa, arms thrown upward, shouting, “Happy New Year!!! Happy 2023 Chicago!!!” When she was sure she had Maki’s attention, Nico brought her hand to her mouth and quickly blew a kiss in the redhead’s direction. “There, you can tell your mother you got your kiss.” Nico bowed, amazed at her own performance, and took the orange juice-y thingie to switch for water. She was going to send Maki on a hot chocolate run pretty soon. That gelato was a tasty chill on the roof of her mouth that was not going away.

Maki hung over the back of the couch, watching Nico as she crouched in front of the mini fridge. When Nico glanced over, about to ask something, Maki frowned, curling a twist of hair.

“You okay?”

“Fine. Put on an album you like.”

“Are you ready for a new year full of K-pop?”

“Sure.”

“Can I pull the laptop out?”

“Why?”

“So we can watch the latest Inkigayo episode in front of this cozy fire.”

“Okay. But there’s a screen right here.” Maki pointed to the right of the fire.

“Laptops are cozier.”

“If you say so.”

“Nico does.”

Maki crunched her cereal while Nico set up the laptop between them, leaning in, legs stretched out to the side. The fire had achieved the quiet popping level of burn and Maki stretched out opposite Nico, their shoulders and heads meeting in the middle to watch the screen propped up on pillows.

“Ready? Nico knows this is going to change everything for you.”

Maki settled into a comfortable position. Just when the silence had gotten uncomfortable and Nico was about to hit play, Maki spoke softly, staring into the fire.

“Happy New Year, Nico. Thanks for being here.”

“It's nice here.” Nico said quickly and then the K-pop chatter started.

Not how Nico’s new year’s usually started, with a room full of dancing, yelling, playing and a face warmed with sibling kisses. But tonight, here with Maki, there was something new in the air. And Nico liked it.

A/N: The Week 8 @sapphicfest prompt was "curled by the fire" and I've been missing NicoMaki cozy content so here we are. Hope you enjoy.

#NicoMaki #KotoHonoUmi #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #Nishikino Maki's Mom #Sonoda Umi #Kotori Minami #party #New Year's Eve #food #snacks #demisexual #demisexuality #fluff #Taylor Swift music #Snow On The Beach #Snow on the beach is a holiday song #darn it #enjoy #Goncharov #The Goncharov Files

[todayisafridaynight]

I need Yayoi to react to the madman who's in love with her son. Would she be impressed with his loyalty before he goes off the deep end? Would she approve of him and the massive help he is to the clan? Would she wonder how her son of all people managed to pull someone like Mine?

daigo bringing mine to meet his mom and ten minutes into the meeting she just squints and is all 'you deserve better'

daigo interjects like 'mine's a great guy--' but she's just 'no i mean him HE deserves better than you oh my god'

#snap chats #god ive been reminded i wanted to draw this ty anon #im busy this week tho so weh :[ #anyway yeah i think it woulda been fun if yayoi got to meet mine. hilarious even #daigo woulda been unstoppable if yayoi/mine/kashiwagi were constantly with him but NOOOO... #tragic....

[ask-dgs-221bbakerstreet]

okay, so i’ve done a little bit of ace attorney lore research and a bit of where the spirit channeling was based off of. plus a bit of… well, making up things along the way.

i’ll just copy and paste my notes, tell me what you think! if this is well enough to integrate to the plot and both ghost anon and you approve, then i’ll send a fey your way.

(spirit severing technique, magatama of parting, service to the gods, holy mother

all entities carry energy, something needs to dampen that energy then, human sacrifice? feys can only do it safely due to the amount of training that they have.

someone needs to attempt to channel a spirit just to banish it. needs to the spirit to be grounded for less power

make a magatama, imbue it w spiritual energy.

magatamas were originally made from clay, talc, slate, quartz, jadelite etc. around the final jomon period, gradually started moving from polished jadelite during the yayoi period to jasper and eventually agate and jade during the kofun period. large magatama are made from talc

find whatever is usable perhaps? a spiritual source to imbue it in, preferably impersonal. although if that is not the case, a persons own energy will be fine

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close your eyes and focus on your spiritual energy (preferably in a dark room surrounded in silence), the magatama will be able to sense it and drain it. though without being a natural born spirit medium or intensive training this is Highly dangerous. the magatama will be able to help attract spirits more, this will help you w stronghart.

follow the procedures of channeling as if you were a medium yourself, you will not be able to be fully unconscious and your spirit will still be within your body unlike with regular spirit mediums. this is what happened w barok and klint. normal people would call it possession.

magatamas serve as a passageway from the spirit to the body, it dampens the entering spirits energy as to not harm the body of the medium. with stronghart it will dampen its energy enough for it to be tempered, though still dangerous considering what hes done.

with all that done, you must perform the spirit severing technique. usually modern mediums would just use a magatama of parting, but since you do not have that the regular magatama you made will do.

using your magatama, you must then focus. again. concentrate on severing or dampening the spirits energy until it is gone to the afterlife forevermore or until it is weak enough to be harmless. this will take up all your remaining energy. it could kill you.

if it didnt? and youre still alive? and the spirit is either gone or weak? congrats! you did it!!)

i must say, it was a lot of fun discovering new things! i didn’t actually know magatamas were a real thing until now, but it makes sense. well, i’d love to hear your thoughts, mod! good day.

- gramarye siblings anon

ANON!!! ANON!!! I LOVE ALL OF THIS!!! you put so much effort into this it's incredible! all the little details?? explaining the possession stuff in a way that fits with AA lore?? the research about magatamas?? ily

#ooc stuff #gramarye siblings anon

[stingslikeabee]

‘ wow. you look amazing. ’

fake dating prompts . accepting

The 65th birthday of the Dojima matriarch had been an occasion that Melissa had been helping prepare for quite some time now. As the sole daughter-in-law to the once interim chairwoman of the Tojo Clan, Yayoi had not really requested any sort of lavish ceremony or extended guest list – but it was also a very important milestone to be celebrated.

Once someone who had terrified Melissa in a way none of the scariest yakuza of the clan had been able to, Yayoi had warmed considerably to the foreign woman over the course of the years, particularly after her wedding to Daigo when she had sponsored and guided the ex-hostess with perfection. It had been a very traditional ceremony – and Yayoi personally ensured Melissa knew exactly how to dress, speak and behave. The success of her Japanese wedding was owed in no small amount to Daigo’s mother, and the club owner felt like her birthday was a proper occasion to return some of that kindness.

The relationship between both women was currently at its best – with the recent addition to Kazuya to the Dojima family, Yayoi had transformed in a way as grandmother that Melissa had frankly not anticipated. There were a softness to her voice and a gentleness to her eyes that had been seemingly unlocked by her grandson – a healthy, lovely boy that had filled the matriarch with pride and joy.

Kazuya was with Daigo while she dressed for the actual party – Okamura’s help had been enlisted and the ex-chairman had said nothing of it; he had confidence in his wife’s ability to look beautiful (as he continuously said, Melissa would make a potato sack look stunning, even if it was hardly an adequate outfit for his mother’s birthday celebration), but he also knew how sometimes girls preferred to have company for such occasions. He was more than content to look after Kazuya while the newly-turned mother dressed in their room, the baby quiet and behaved as he traditionally was – but Melissa was sure that the boundless love that father and son already shared did wonders to keep the child soothed and happy.

At the sound of the door to the bedroom being opened, the former hostess slipped out and went over to the living room, seeking Daigo to gauge his approval. She was confident on the choice made – but she wanted to see it on his face. Okamura trailed behind with a curious yet mischievous expression, obviously taking pride in her work with her friend, and stood a few steps behind Melissa when they found father and son playing on the floor.

“Anata,” the ex-hostess called to her husband softly, her face turning gentle even before he looked at her given the cutest display of her growing family on the living room, “How do I look?”

Her question was entirely rhetorical – the moment the ex-chairman turned and gazed at his wife, he immediately recognized the clothes and went still for a full minute, eyes roaming over the figure that the woman cut in the yukata he had once commissioned for Melissa and gifted to her during their honeymoon. Until that day – there had not been an occasion fitting of the beautiful traditional piece of clothing that had been part of a wardrobe created under the hopes (or even expectations) that they would have married during his tenure as chairman.

But now – Yayoi’s 65th birthday called for the observation of certain preferences, and Melissa thought it would be the perfect opportunity to wear the exquisitely manufactured yukata, with the beautiful blooming petals covering the expanse of fabric and favoring the purple shade that was Daigo’s favorite. The golden details, particularly at the obi, had been paired with some of her jewelry (also gifted by the ex-yakuza at different points of her life), and the make-up was elegant but tailored to the color pattern of her choice of attire. Okamura had been responsible for the obi and the knot – Melissa would have never made it correctly alone, and her friend’s assistance and advice with the rest of the accessories had been invaluable.

“Wow,” Daigo said at some point, and his voice was low, heavy with emotion. Kazuya had been temporarily placed on the ground, his hands ensuring that the child remained safe while he looked at the woman he so fiercely adored enveloped by the fabric and colors he had chosen for her so long ago. It had been a love letter from the then chairman to the civilian he had chosen to be his partner – and now replied by Melissa in the first occasion she had selected to wear it, honoring his family and legacy, “You look amazing.”

“Please, Daigo-san. Monaka looks amazing on a daily basis - today she looks like a queen, if I say so myself,” the former aide to the chairman smiled, pressing a kiss to her friend’s cheek affectionately while adjusting the strap of her bag over a shoulder. Okamura was ready to leave, her work clearly done – and fantastically so given how Daigo was still visibly struggling to speak anything more coherent, “You three have a lovely time – I’ll be expecting pictures.”

The couple exchanged greetings with the blonde heiress as she left, and then Melissa went over to Daigo, kneeling by his side. The intensity of the emotions he was experiencing were visible in his eyes – they were dark, but full of light right then. The molten, rich brown that colored his gaze under the right type of illumination was warm and looked like home – and he embraced her from their position on the floor, surrounding Kazuya and bestowing a kiss over her forehead. A traditional, loving gesture of his – and one that was also strategic to preserve her fresh make-up.

“I love you,” he said eventually, words now coming easier to him in the absence of any third parties but for his family. His hand moved to her face, a thumb caressing Melissa’s left cheek fondly while Kazuya was then gently passed on his mother’s arms. “Can you two keep me company in the bedroom? I’ll have to change into something else for the party,” a small smile broke through his façade, the depth of his feelings now reverting to more normal levels but with tenderness lingering at any rate, “I have just the thing to match your yukata.”

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[emystic-a]

Testing Muse Starter Call

Like this post for a starter for either. Their profiles aren’t done yet, but they’re nearly ready.

Ayano - A shinigami staying in the Iwate prefecture, her physical age looks 15 and lives in apartment with her younger sister with a landlady’s approval. She is tranferred as a 1st year at a local high school as she serves her duties. Stoic, quiet, but when she does speak it is dry and straight forward. Is kinder than she seems at first.

Yue - A butterfly like yokai that acts as a messenger for Ayano. She originally was a little girl that died in the Yayoi period but have no memories of her life. She is treated like Ayano’s little sister and is now going to a local kindergarten. Despite her eerieness at times, is a a carefree and mischievous child.

Put a 💀 for Ayano

or

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[ask-the-shorty-squad]

Hello everyone! As the first performer, I'll sing a special song for you all!

Please enjoy!

*Sayaka grabs the Microphone and Music begins to play.*

I used to float, now I just fall down.. I used to know but I'm not sure now.. What I was made for? What was I made for?

Takin' a drive, I was an ideal. Looked so alive, turns out I'm not real.. Just something you paid for. What was I made for?

'Cause I, I I don't know how to feel.. But I wanna try. I don't know how to feel. But someday, I might. ..Someday, I might..!

When did it end? All the enjoyment..? I'm sad again, don't tell my boyfriend..

It's not what he's made for.. What was I made for?

'Cause I, 'cause I, I don't know how to feel.. But I wanna try. I don't know how to feel.. But someday I might! Someday I might..

Think I forgot how to be happy..

Something I'm not, but something I can be.. Something I wait for.. Something I'm made for.. Something I'm made for...

*The Music slowly fades.*

(Song "What was I made for" by Billie Eilish.)

*The crowd cheered and clapped in delightful amazement. Many had never heard her voice before. One of them being Yayoi.*

She's sounds even prettier than I imagined! I know the concert's only just started, but I already love it!

*Teruteru gave a smile of approval. He enjoyed the music. However, something was on his mind. Where was Fuyuhiko? Where was Monaca? Hmm...*

#despair teruteru #sdr2 goodbye despair #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa

[alejandramdcblog]

DRAWING- Three Videos Reflection

a) What inspired you most about these artist.

- What most inspired me about this artist is the way they make art. How they started and the ideas that they all came up with when it comes to their art. How they over come their obstacles and make something beautiful at the end. Its amazing how everyone comes up with art in different ways.

b) How you can put what you have learned about their life to work for you as a student artist.

- How i can put what i learn about their life in my work is by how they push themselves to do the art that they do to this date. Their way of making themselves work to make their beautiful art. How they are all women and make other women be inspired by their work. Yayoi Kusama inspired me because since little she wanted to do art but at the time her parents did not approved but that did not stop her and it make her how she is to this date. Hard working women in art are always inspiring to me.

[electric-fences-and-guns]

I have this headcanon about Yayoi and Haruki being friends before Haru dates Akihiko.

She sees his struggles, and it breaks her heart when she finds out Haruki also cut his hair for Akihiko, so she's there with him. Yatake and her take him to good places to have fun and forget a bit about the pain, and they talk a lot about his feelings. She listens, hugs him and swears she's going to punch Akihiko for making her dear new friend cry.

But she's happy when they figure out their problems. She's the most supportive, even if Ritsuka and Take-chan don't really approve.

#given

[alyjojo]

Advice to Work on Yourself 🏦 in October 2022: Taurus

The Hierophant - Page of Pentacles - 9 Cups

Regarding: 3 Wands

This reading pertains to your financial situation, and Spirit wants you to get more serious about committing to something you’ve been planning or studying for some time. You’ve pulled 3 Wands, which is expectant waiting after the planning phase, an Ace and a Page, you’re at the very beginning of something with a lot of potential for growth. The advice is to commit to a path to get you towards 10 Pentacles. You may have been considering throwing in the towel and just letting this idea go, and that’s why this reading is even here. You have the ability to manifest everything you could possibly want in the area you’re currently working in, don’t let a momentary lapse of faith trigger you into giving up. 9 Cups shows this being your wish, and it’s likely to come true, you just have to get more clear on the details that have you all confused. Once you do that, there’s an energy of smooth sailing to come with this 3 Wands ❤️

Animal Oracle: You’ve pulled two

Blue Heron 🐦

“Make a stand for what you believe in and do what feels right in spite of any judgement or disapproval from others.”

Trust your deepest sense of knowing what the right action is and do it, and don’t rely on others to tell you what to do or how to act. Not everyone will approve of the decisions you make, and if your choice goes against the grain of what others expect from you, you’ll no doubt run into criticism and judgement. Stand still and look around you. You’re doing just fine in spite of others’ assessments of you. Besides, your greatest & most fulfilling support comes from that place inside that guides you by revealing signs that tell you which path to follow. Heeding these signs keeps you in alignment with your true path. You may have to put both feet in the water and dredge through others disapproval, asserting yourself where needed. Trust in your inner knowing, and let it be the source of your strength to keep moving forward.

Tortoise 🐢

“You’re too fragmented, so do whatever it takes to get grounded.”

When you’re feeling pressure from any number of fronts - pulled this way and that by the demands of modern life - it’s very easy to succumb to a false sense of urgency, feel out of balance and fragmented, and be in a constant state of tension. You can become forgetful and have difficulty sleeping. You may even attempt to stabilize and center yourself by resorting to the use of addictive substances or activities, hoping that they’ll help you feel more at home in your own skin. Meanwhile, your mind rushes ahead from one thing to the next, while your body tries to play catch-up. The technological web consisting of computers, the Internet, cell phones, television - plus the noises all around - creates a constant assault on your senses. Exhausting, isn’t it?

First, recognize that most things that you treat as emergencies or crises are merely inconveniences. Then, slow down! Move slower than you’re accustomed to, practice breathing slower and deeper every opportunity you get. This in itself helps you align with your internal rhythms, rather than being in a state of continuous reactivity to outside forces. Putting your bare feet on the ground allows you to truly experience your solid connection to the Earth. When you do, notice the difference in how you feel, and see if your mind isn’t at least a bit calmer. It may be challenging at times to do any of this, but it can be done. It just takes your clear intention & willingness.

Artist Oracle: YAYOI KUSAMA

- Your soul is composed of the same dots as the universe.

- Distinguish yourself from your mirror image.

- Show them your hallucinations.

Advice:

- Break Your Sugar Addiction

- Practice Daily Gratitude

- Practice Being Assertive

Charms:

Scarecrow 👩‍🌾 on 3 Wands shows you needing perspective, and probably organization. There are many things to decide and that’s what has you held up. These can be things like moving locations, time management, colors of wallpaper, it depends what you do. Small details, but a lot of them. The Hierophant nods to more conservative ways, pulling yourself up by your…boot straps? I think that’s how it goes? I pictured suspenders 😆 Either way, you’re to stop putting off making decisions and really knuckle down. You’re waiting on a new perspective or a change of mind when you don’t need one, you have The Magician & 9 Cups.

Key 🔑 on 9 Cups is the key to everything. If you’ve considered giving up, that’s not what you really want, it’s the self doubt talking and tell it to shush 🤫 With everything here you have undoubtedly “got this” and Ace of Pentacles, along with the 10 being present show you having unlimited potential. Don’t box yourself in.

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