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nyimasu · 1 year

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───── 𝐺𝑂𝑇𝑇𝐴𝑆𝐴𝐷𝐴𝐸

PAIRING — satosugu x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS — there's no such thing as "sin" in buddhism, but gojo and geto are not so sure about that... not when you look good enough to eat.

CW — monk!satosugu, believer!reader, slight dumbification, praise and degradation kink, pet names, oral, dacryphilia, power play, rimming, size kink if you squint, cum eating, choking, satosugu is fruity af // WC — 2.5K ;; cross-posted on ao3

ANYA'S CORNER — geto in his buddhist robe is something I think about every day, but him and satoru? I'm gone

P.S : this fic is named after BeWhy's song, "GOTTASADAE". in early Korean's transcriptions, the term 가라사대 was an imperative form used by the king and other important figures hence the connection

Being a faithful believer is no easy vocation. Especially if the temple you go to pray at has such debauched monks inside.

"Drunk on my cock already?"

Every time, every day, it ends up in the same way: confessions whispered in the darkness provided by the huge, golden statue of a Buddha in the Hokke-do, the meditation's main hall. Immoral words heard by Geto Suguru then reported to Gojo Satoru.

A slap on your thigh. Playful, but it stings still.

"That's all she's good at."

They are the heads of the temple and as such, it's no problem for them to summon their acolytes and before you know it, they are onto you. Hazes of lust surrounds their godly bodies like foggy auras and nothing, not even the great Buddhas take pity in you.

Suddenly your clothes are gone and you find yourself laying on your back on one of the altars close to their living quarters. Often it's the one with food offerings made to please enlightened beings, which you certainly are not.

'Atone for your sins with us here', as both of them like to repear, an offer to the spirits of sex you should be staying away from.

Such a sacred tool soiled with body fluids should corrupt the monastery, but it doesn't.

It never does.

A dark, masculine chuckle slide on your skin like honey, soft as the fabric his robe is made of. The rustling of his sleeve, so close to your ear, brings you back to reality.

"It's true, but there's more. Come on now, doll. Show us your tongue."

"Do as we say, you filthy slut."

You wrinkle your nose at the smell of incense mixed with hydrangea tea next to you, yet you oblige. You're glad to. Your outstretched tongue reaches the chin with Geto's length resting on it and Satoru cocks his head to the side to look. Once he's done, the man kisses your thigh, delighted.

Today, it's his turn to suffocate in the warmth of your pussy.

"Good girl. You're so obedient," your eyes beam with adoration as calm, considerate Suguru cups your face while his other hand grabs the base of his veiny, girthy dick. Your mother waters all over again and he notices it.

You sinful, little thing.

He motions for you to raise your eyes and meet him and when you do, you see it. His smile borders on a grin. "Now take me fully. Make me cum and you'll be one step closer to repent."

You know it isn't right and yet here you are, gagging and choking around him when he shoves himself back in, his length pushing through your lips to fuck your throat while his best friend's lips delve deeper into your flesh. Gojo's eyes roam on the bulge in your throat, the head of Suguru's cock touching your uvula.

Then he starts to move and you whimper, helpless, and you feel your drenched folds get even wetter. The pace set by the other monk is too fast for your poor self to endure much longer.

Strands of pearly white hair caress your inner thighs as Satoru scoots closer to you. His tone is graceful, an inch away from your cunt when he whispers, "So you really are dirty. Look at this pussy. You like your throat fucked, slut? It's unsurprising why you always come to us to atone. No one else wants you."

Geto's gaze is fogged with lust, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as your moans vibrate around his cock. Degradation really gets you going, no doubt about it... even if his best friend isn't able to calibrate at times.

For Gojo Satoru, the boundary between pleasure and pain is blurry at best and invisible at worst.

The sight of tears pooling in your eyes almost have him cum in his robe and as for you, naked and aroused despite shame, you hold onto the altar's borders as if your life is on the line. In a certain way, it really is. Another bead of arousal streams down your legs, spreading on Gojo's cheek. He chuckles, peppering every inch of skin he could reach in hasty pecks.

You don't see it, too busy with your throat being clogged by Geto, but the dark-haired monk shots Satoru a warning look and the white-haired monk scoffs.

"You love when we're being mean to you, precious, don't you? You love when I do." he hums and his impossible, blue eyes bore another hole in you when you wail in response, the sound buried by the slapping of Geto's skin against your skin.

Reaching out, you fondle his balls and feel them twitch in your hand. Impossible as it is, a proud smile plasters all over your face, eyes fixed on Geto's. Well, that goes right to Satoru's groin.

"Fuck." It doesn't take long for Geto to grab your hair, keeping you still as he fucks your throat. Gojo stops in his tracks, watching his best friend come undone in your mouth.

Gorgeous.

Being the kindest out of the two, Suguru warns you with a strained "I'm coming" and thrusts one, two, three times before he shots his creamy load in your mouth. You wait, gather in your cheeks every rope of cum he gives you as his spent cock weighs on your tongue. When he pulls out, Geto's vision tunnels on you swallowing.

A few strings of your saliva and his release spanning from your mouth is all it takes, and Suguru feels his dick spring back to life as you hide your face in his taut forearm, suddenly too shy to hold his or Gojo's gaze.

Hot and cold. Fire and water. You are perfect.

"Oh, look at you, acting all cute when I was balls-deep in your mouth just moments ago." the dark-haired monk coos, eyes rolling down to where Gojo's mouth is heading to. He pats gently your hair, then leans closer to nuzzle at your neck.

"What do we say in return to those who provided us with such delicious food, uhm?" You are in over your head, chest heaving with exhaustion. It's always a struggle to accomodate him fully in your throat. The man is hung.

Still, your voice grazes him with a small, "Thank you, G-Geto-sama" as another one, much calmer and deeper, hits you both.

One used to run up your pussy and make you see stars... and then you remember. Your lower half is his to ravish today. And he hasn't touched you properly yet.

His smile is lewd, intoxicating as you look at Satoru and he whispers, "Thank you for the meal."

The first lick is almost hesitant, as to test how jumpy you are; when you do jump, however, Gojo laughs. He was expecting it. And then, without further ado, his mouth is on your pussy.

Demanding, relentless, starved. Satoru is all that and more as he indulges his desires.

Chants of groans flutter around you three as your hips buck into Gojo's mouth, his wet muscle flickering small and frantic circles on your clit and then down, lapping up your juices. He's making your body sing unholy songs on the altar of enlightenment, while Geto enjoys the view from above.

You are so close to your own release, but it's not going to happen any time soon, and the man with snowy hair proves your point immediately.

"Ah-ah, not yet." he tuts and draws back, feeling you spasm underneath him. His chin is coated in your juices as he admires the mess he made between your legs and your heart drops to your feet.

He is preparing you for the grand finale, how can you expect to have an orgasm so soon?

Geto must've seen the look of disappointment in your eyes because he's on you in a nick of time. He bits your lower lip and you chuckle. It tingles.

Spidery fingers press on your stomach as Suguru steps back, sinking into the expanse of skin while Gojo breathes on your pussy. Now that definitely helps you focus on him again.

"Look at me." You tilt your head to better look at him but Suguru coaxes you closer again and kisses you, the feeble plea on your lips dying on his. Satoru stares at you in silence, both annoyed and a tiny bit aroused, until his best friend covers one of your tits with his hand.

It's time to act.

Unaware of the little bet between them you relax in Geto's touch, enough for him to slip in his tongue, stroking yours with his until a sudden, sharp pain knocks the air out of you. Yelping, your eyes flicks up to the man between your thighs, perched and hooked up his lean shoulders.

Gojo has nipped at your folds.

Shocked but burning within you keen and Geto smirks at the white-haired monk, amused.

Geto 1, Gojo 1.

"I said look at me, slut. It's time for the final absolution." When left down, both their hair are so long and lush you always fight back the urge to sink a hand in them. Sometimes they let you do it, for they love physical touch.

Today you sigh sighs in relief when Satoru notices the question in your eyes and nods, moaning as your fingers grip his roots; Suguru, on the other hand, simply grins at you but complies and bends his head for you to caress his.

One hand in Gojo's hair. The other in Geto's.

You feel invincible.

Satoru's locks are spread across your skin like silken webs when he noses your clit and you squirm, shake on his demonic tongue. "Your tongue feels s-so good, Gojo-sama" that's all you manage to say but it's enough. The praise boosts Satoru's ego. He's the easiest to get through like this.

A tug at the seams of your, his limits but they both tear apart the moment Satoru's tongue snakes out of his mouth again to descend further on you, two fingers resting on either side of your tight, incredibly tight ring of muscles while you arch your back, startled.

His head spins at the thought of how ruined you're going to look like soon, bliss painting the inside of his cheeks while he allows you to fuck yourself on his tongue.

Good sluts need to be awarded, too, after all.

The image goes straight to his painfully hard cock, still caged in his clothes. After this, he is going to break you in a half. "Mine."

"Gojo-" you want to protest, say something at least, but neither of them gives you time to understand what's going on. What you do figure out, or rather see, is Geto's arm coming in the frame. He grounds his hand on your throat and cuts your airflow just enough for you to clench like crazy around Gojo's tongue on — no, in your ass. But he's not done.

"Take everything we give you and pray. You'll need it."

A mewl escapes you and he shots you a heated glare as his free hand sneaks between your sopping pussy, neglected by Gojo. His thumb presses on your clit, then an idea strikes his skull, and the look he gives you after is, for lack of a better word, lecherous.

Drawing back from your pussy, Suguru stares at your open mouth and head thrown back on his shoulder, eyes closed in a desperate attempt at containing your sobs.

All in vain.

Looking down for a second, Geto sees the other monk leave kitten licks on your pussy only to still his tongue in your ass right after, hands on both your ass cheeks spread for him to fuck into you deeper. Ruthless.

"Do you want to come, doll?"

The snow haired man moans against you when you cry out, digits digging into Satoru's scalp as your eyes crack open to look at Geto. Am I dreaming?

"Please, I beg you. Let me cum. I've been good." Fresh, salty pearls frame your lashes, falling on your cheeks as Suguru pin you down with a gaze. Satoru keeps on licking and sucking and fuck if you're not going insane because of him.

Tensed, you throw daggers at both when they stop working your body. What-

"You call that begging?" Geto wets his lips before the thumb previously on your cunt flies to pry your lips open. He rests it on the flat of your tongue as he groans,

"You can beg better. Or choke trying."

You go absolutely nuts. With them you always feel so small since they're so tall, but today your need to let go is bigger than both of them.

"Please please please just let me cum this once. Gojo-sama," you whip your head around to catch a glimpse of him and catch him staring at you with hungry-filled eyes. "I've been good, haven't I? Can I repent now?"

Fuck. That look in your eyes, so teary and filled with need make him cum, and he does so hard that his strangled moan echoes in your pussy, your ass, your walls.

Everywhere.

The thumb in your mouth glides past your lips and Suguru chuckles, eyes fixated on Gojo. Then it's on your engorged bud, stroking it lazily, and that means you did well. The dark-haired monk bit your earlobe and says, "Come all over us, little whore.

Repent."

The coil snaps. You snap.

Jolts of pleasure shot through you as the orgasm hits you and without warning, your legs snap shut around Gojo's head but he doesn't care in the slightest. Actually, he's the happiest man alive right now, stretching out his tongue to lick and suck and — kiss every droplet as your arousal does collect in his mouth.

Geto fingers you through the haze of the moment, sliding three fingers in you while he keeps circling your clit. When you come back, shaking in over-stimulation, your gaze wanders around the room. Geto pulls out just as you see Gojo's shadow against the wall stand up after pressing light, affectionate pecks on the inside of your thighs, your calves.

"You've atoned for your sins. Look, they're all here," he darts his tongue, covered in your release and your cheeks burned, seeing how much of a wanton you've been with him. "I'll take care of it."

"Not so fast. Let me see."

Before he can swallow, Suguru lures him down to his eye level and plants a kiss on Gojo's lips. The man quickly responds to it, deepening the kiss, and the sight of their spit and your cum pushes your embarrassed form to roll to the side, face toward the painting of a holy Buddha in front of you.

Their inhuman eyes stare back at you, merciless.

You are ruined, soiled beyond divine grace.

Moments later the monks' bodies cramp you once more and Suguru's arm encloses your waist to let you sit with your back against his chest. Satoru sits beside you both and your eyes fall on the wet spot on his crotch, a smile already forming on your bruised lips.

Gojo follows your gaze when you whisper as sheepishly as possible, "Looks like I haven't repented enough. Want me to lick you clean, Gojo-sama?"

Truth to be told, you love being their sweet, naive acolyte. Always eager to comply, ready to follow every instruction they give you.

They are your one, true creed.

And you're the greatest sin they have yet to absolve.

#voice of cassandra #jjk smut #satosugu smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #geto x you #gojo x you #gojo smut #geto smut #satosugu x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader

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journeytothewestresearch · 4 months

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Is Six Ears an Aspect of Sun Wukong?

I've seen some people claim that Six Ears is not an aspect of Sun Wukong's mind. They either ignore the references to "one mind" and "two Minds" (and the Buddhist philosophy behind them), or they just say it's allegory and nothing more. Well, there are actually internal story details from chapter 58 that support the close connection between the Monkey King and his doppelganger.

1) The Bodhisattva Guanyin and her “eyes of wisdom” (huiyan, 慧眼) can’t tell them apart:

The various deities and the Bodhisattva stared at the two for a long time, but none could tell them apart (Wu & Yu, 2012, vol. 3, p. 106). 眾諸天與菩薩都看良久，莫想能認。 [And later:] Pressing his palms together, our Buddha said, “Guanyin, the Honored One, can you tell which is the true Pilgrim and which is the false one?” “They came to your disciple’s humble region the other day,” replied the Bodhisattva, “but I truly could not distinguish between them …” (Wu & Yu, 2012, vol. 3, p. 114). 我佛合掌道：「觀音尊者，你看那兩個行者，誰是真假？」菩薩道：「前日在弟子荒境，委不能辨 …

2) The tight-fillet spell works on both Monkeys:

Asking Moksa and Goodly Wealth [a.k.a. Red Boy] to approach her, the Bodhisattva whispered to them this instruction: “Each of you take hold of one of them firmly, and let me start reciting in secret the Tight-Fillet Spell. The one whose head hurts is the real monkey; the one who has no pain is specious.” Indeed, the two disciples took hold of the two Pilgrims as the Bodhisattva recited in silence the magic words. At once the two of them gripped their heads and rolled on the ground, both screaming, “Don’t recite! Don’t recite!” The Bodhisattva stopped her recital … (Wu & Yu, 2012, vol. 3, p. 106). 菩薩喚木叉與善財上前，悄悄吩咐：「你一個幫住一個，等我暗念緊箍兒咒，看那個害疼的便是真，不疼的便是假。」他二人果各幫一個。菩薩暗念真言，兩個一齊喊疼，都抱著頭，地下打滾，只叫：「莫念，莫念。」菩薩不念 …

(If someone disagrees with this one, they need to show where it says Six Ears is faking the pain.)

3) Both the Jade Emperor and the imp-reflecting mirror can’t tell them apart:

Issuing a decree at once to summon Devariija Li, the Pagoda-Bearer, the Jade Emperor commanded: “Let us look at those two fellows through the imp-reflecting mirror, so that the false may perish and the true endure.” The devaraja took out the mirror immediately and asked the Jade Emperor to watch with the various celestial deities. What appeared in the mirror were two reflections of Sun Wukong: there was not the slightest difference between their golden fillets, their clothing, and even their hair. Since the Jade Emperor found it impossible to distinguish them, he ordered them chased out of the hall (Wu & Yu, 2012, vol. 3, pp. 107-108). 玉帝即傳旨宣托塔李天王，教：「把照妖鏡來照這廝誰真誰假，教他假滅真存。」天王即取鏡照住，請玉帝同眾神觀看。鏡中乃是兩個孫悟空的影子，金箍、衣服，毫髮不差。玉帝亦辨不出，趕出殿外。

4) Only omniscient beings like Investigative Hearing (Ksitigargbha's mount) and the Buddha can tell the two apart:

[T]he Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha said, “Wait a moment! Wait a moment! Let me ask Investigative Hearing to listen for you.” That Investigative Hearing, you see, happens to be a beast that usually lies beneath the desk of Ksitigarbha. When he crouches on the ground, he can in an instant perceive the true and the false, the virtuous and the wicked among all short-haired creatures, scaly creatures, hairy creatures, winged creatures, and crawling creatures, and among all the celestial immortals, the earthly immortals, the divine immortals, the human immortals, and the spirit immortals resident in all the cave Heavens and blessed lands in the various shrines, rivers, and mountains of the Four Great Continents. In obedience, therefore, to the command of Ksitigarbha, the beast prostrated himself in the courtyard of the Hall of Darkness, and in a little while, he raised his head to say to his master, “I have the name of the fiend …” (Wu & Yu, 2012, vol. 3, p. 112) …地藏王菩薩道：「且住，且住。等我著諦聽與你聽個真假。」原來那諦聽是地藏菩薩經案下伏的一個獸名。他若伏在地下，一霎時，將四大部洲山川社稷，洞天福地之間，蠃蟲、鱗蟲、毛蟲、羽蟲、昆蟲、天仙、地仙、神仙、人仙、鬼仙，可以照鑒善惡，察聽賢愚。那獸奉地藏鈞旨，就於森羅庭院之中，俯伏在地。須臾，擡起頭來，對地藏道：「怪名雖有…」。 [...] Smiling, Tathagata said, “Though all of you [Guanyin] possess vast dharma power and are able to observe the events of the whole universe, you cannot know all the things therein, nor do you have the knowledge of all the species” (Wu & Yu, 2012, vol. 3, p. 114). 如來笑道：「汝等法力廣大，只能普閱周天之事，不能遍識周天之物，亦不能廣會周天之種類也。」 […] [After the Buddha explains the ten categories of life and the four types of celestial primates (see the introduction here), he says:] As I see the matter, that specious Wukong must be a six-eared macaque … (Wu & Yu, 2012, vol. 3, p. 115). 我觀假悟空乃六耳獼猴也 …

In short, the twin monkeys are so hard to tell apart simply because they are representations of the true and illusionary minds (refer back to the article) within the same person.

So what does this say about Shadowpeach? I know LMK is a separate entity from the novel, but applying canon to this ship would make it more self-love, right? I'm sure those with creatively perverted minds know what I'm taking about.

#Sun Wukong #Monkey King #Six Ears #Six-Eared Macaque #Journey to the West #JTTW #Guanyin #Buddha #Jade Emperor #Ksitigharbha #Heavenly King Li Jing #Devaraja Li Jing #Imp-Reflecting Mirror #Lego Monkie Kid #LMK #MK #Buddhism #two minds #shadowpeach

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hometoursandotherstuff · 6 months

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Who would like a modern rustic mansion with its own TV studio? This is a 2006 home in Aurora, Ohio. 6bds, 11ba, $5.9M + $33mo. HOA fee.

We are greeted by an assortment of statues in the great entrance hall.

The living room is sunken and separated from the main hall by a stone planter wall.

The entrance hall and living room have ceilings that rise 2 stories high, and have lots of windows to let in natural light. It's a very organic home with wood, stone, and an assortment of plants.

This home is very large and very open. From the great hall, with a flagstone floor, the kitchen area switches to a wood floor.

Look at all the trees used to built this home. There are 2 ovens in the island. The kitchen is very large and very spread out.

In the home office it looks like someone works from home. It's a large room with lots of light, darker wood and stucco walls.

Not sure what this room with a table, chairs, and a kitchen sink is.

This sitting area is part of the primary suite and features a large niche with a Buddha.

The primary bedroom is gigantic.

The en-suite bath has several rooms.

And, there's an exercise space.

Even the hallway is lined with log beams.

This secondary bedroom is very large, too.

Plus, it has a bigger-than-average bath.

Also in this wing is another full kitchen.

At the bottom of the stairs is a bar.

This is a sitting room for the guest suite.

I don't understand this en-suite. Maybe if the toilet room is in use or has an odor problem, there's still a sink available. And, there's also a kitchenette.

I'm surprised that in a mansion this size, the family room, library, and home theater are all in one.

The TV studio is large and has a green screen.

The control room certainly looks professional.

The property measures 17.63 acres of park-like land.

The home itself looks like a resort.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/805-Cascades-Dr-Aurora-OH-44202/118330501_zpid/

#modern rustic mansion #mansions #rustic homes #houses #house tours #home tour

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seoafin · 1 year

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oop i wrote it

cw: sukuna. implied cannibalism.

A thumb roughly presses down on your bottom lip. “Open.”

You wordlessly obey, tentatively opening your mouth as Sukuna watches you, all four eyes trained on your face with an intensity that has sweat gathering at your temples.

There’s nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. In this large banquet hall filled to the brim with food (offerings from the terrified villagers he didn’t kill hours earlier on a whim), there is only you and him. Two hands gripping you by the waist, holding you in place on his lap, while another hand on your face commands you to open. The last hand is splayed across your back, the thin layer of the kosode Uraume had forced you into (the clothes you had taken to wearing too undignified, too unsightly for Sukuna’s gaze) barely offering any coverage.

You think it had been on purpose. If Sukuna kills you now, all the better for him. An eyesore like you who had appeared out of nowhere, tumbling out of the sky like a bird whose wings had been plucked, right into the middle of a massacre.

“After all that nonsensical squawking earlier,” he starts, his voice a deep rumble against your frame. “Suddenly so silent?”

He seems to find it funny when you don’t (can’t) respond, chuckling at his own joke when his thumb slips into your mouth, pressing down onto your tongue, and forcing your mouth even wider for his open scrutiny.

You stay silent, mind racing with all potential avenues of choice, whether it’s remark on the lovely weather (it was raining earlier, but you figure the rain would appeal to Sukuna more than the sun, right?) or talk about how funny it was to see Uraume in the kitchen barking out orders to prepare the banquet all around you. There’s no possible way this could all be meant for just one person. You’ve never seen so much fish and meats and vegetables and fruits, and considering you know what a modern day supermarket is, it seems excessive. All this from an already starving village?

Or you could just keep silent. Which seems to be the best option seeing as his thumb is in your mouth. You wonder, for what seems to be the hundredth time since you’ve landed in an entirely different era, if Sukuna is going to kill you for the perceived slight of drooling all over one of his hands. You'd say he doesn’t seem to particularly mind (in your opinion, anyway. But what do you know.)

You make a noise in your throat, muffled, and Sukuna blinks, as if he had forgotten you were a living breathing person. Two eyes slide to you, meeting your gaze as you compose yourself.

His thumb relents, just enough that you can still feel him hovering. But you can speak. You figure it’s his way of telling you that you can speak without the possible threat of mutilation. Actually scratch that. The threat is always there. Ever present. If you had learned anything, it was that all it took was a simple thought to be acted on, and the lift of a finger.

“The food!” you exclaim (the best you can), all your anxious pent up energy making you seem eager. “It’ll…” you swallow, “get cold!”

So please just let me leave, you internally beg, to the Buddha, to your annoying kouhai Gojo, or whatever deity is looking down on you and laughing at this entire predicament they’ve placed you in. Please just let me leave.

The hand retreats from your mouth. You don’t dare breathe a sigh of relief, not when three hands are still holding you.

Then to your great surprise, Sukuna smiles, baring teeth, greatly amused, and the stretch of his lips reaches all of his eyes.

You are equal parts confused and terrified, waiting for the punchline to drop like the axe of a guillotine over your neck.

“Tell me,” he purrs, two hands bringing you close. Until you can trace every single line of the monstrous inhuman right side of his face and every marking. “Have you ever tasted human flesh?”

Human…flesh…?

You hold your smile the best you can, but Sukuna must be able to smell your apprehension because there’s a glint of sadistic amusement in his eyes. “I…have…not…”

“Uraume is a fine cook,” he replies, turning his head towards the tables of food surrounding you, and your stomach plummets as understanding dawns on you. “To prepare human flesh for consumption is a difficult task, and yet he has not disappointed me once.”

You slowly look to the table closest to you, examining what you had previously assumed to be fowl. It’s charred, the same color as roasted meat, but upon closer inspection the shape resembles…

It looks like…a…limb.

A…human…limb.

You bite your tongue to keep your smile from faltering. He’s watching you now, a sharp eyed predator who has scented blood. If you show anything resembling fear, you know for sure he’ll kill you without a second thought.

He’s going to eat you. That has to be why he brought you here. He’s going to dismember you and then give you to Uraume who will gladly season and roast you like a pig.

You wonder if you should just give up and accept your fate now. You’ll die here, a thousand years into the past, alone, and nobody will have even known what happened to you.

They’ll think you disappeared, that you deserted, and they’ll only be half right.

You can’t let it end like this. You won’t let it end like this. The first thing a jujustu sorcerer learns is that hopes and dreams are dangerous. Regrets even more.

When you die, you won’t regret a single damn thing.

That’s why you can’t die here.

You straighten, forcing yourself to relax despite the anxiety churning in your gut. “Are you going to eat me?” You ask him pleasantly, lips curved.

“You would offer yourself so easily?” You see the unpleasant set of his lips, the dismissive tone of his words, and feel a cold sweat envelope your body. The sheer power of him would have you buckling to your knees had you been standing. You’ve lost his favor, and the only thing awaiting you unless you act now is death.

“I would not,” you say, momentarily glancing down in a demure move. “I would offer you something else though.” A pause. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, drawing yourself closer, meeting his gaze straight on. “I’m sure I can interest you in it.”

#wow heian sukuna rlly opened the floodgates huh LMFAO #let me tell you i did not think i would ever write for sukuna yet here we are #now that i got that out of my system ahahahahahaha #(let's pretend this never happened)#sukuna x reader #m.jjk #sukuna fic

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Headache

@journey-to-the-au has an awesome fake marriage AU, and as someone with PTSD this post really touched my heart in ways I can't explain. My writing's not as good obviously, but it's a little 'thank you' gift for giving us such great content! Enjoy!

TW: PTSD, flashbacks, phantom pain, panic attacks

It didn't take long for the Monkey King to notice something was wrong. As he walked through the halls of the Jade Emperor's palace, each fiber on soft carpet felt like long-dead grass.

The noblemen around him shot unwanted gazes. On the average day they buzzed like a swarm of gnats– annoying, but harmless. But all too suddenly, eyes pierced through the dark like cold spotlights. And the world blurred like a crude, two-dimensional set on a stage.

He fought the urge to cradle his head.

No. No no no, not now--

"Wukong!" The Great Sage blinked back a dizzy spell, a soft beacon of light cutting through the audience. Earth Reaching Willow greeted him with a soft smile, hanfu gliding across the snowy fiel-- the floor. He shot back a wide grin with a bit too much teeth, unsure if her presence was a saving grace or a terrible nightmare.

"How is Flower Fruit Mountain, darling?" Earth Reaching Willow's dark eyes flicked briefly to the immortals that surrounded them, staring openly.

Keep your composure. Don't look weak. You were-- will be fine.

"Are you alright?" Willow whispered, interrupting her husband's thoughts.

In return her husband smiled wider, wanting to die.

"'Course I am!" He rested his hands on his hips. Willow didn’t miss the way the Monkey King’s tail wrapped tight around his waist, itching to lash like a broken metronome. "What makes you think I'm not?"

It seemed like they were the stars of the banquet, hushed chatter muffled into wine glasses. But his ‘beloved’ persisted. "You just seem...what’s the word. A bit off-color?"

"Pfft! Off-color?" A seething pain rattled Wukong's skull, and his pained smirk reached his ears, "I'm alright! I'm alright! Nothing to worry about, Master!"

The voices went silent. The palace went still. The Great Sage felt his face warm, slapping a paw over his mouth.

The pain was unbearable. Colors and lights began to morph and shift, and the ground rocked beneath his feet. He allowed himself to be pulled by an unknown force, and marble hallways stretched into a dirt road. No, no they were by a snowbank. Or was it a monastery?

"Wukong?"

The chilly air did nothing to dull the pain, gasping for air as Tripitaka’s eyes continued to change color and shape. Dark to light, scared to angry. Over and over until his mind began to crumble, disorientation clouding his vision.

"Poor thing." A soothing voice called from the flashback, cleaving the delusion open like a knife on the butcher's table. "How are you feeling?"

"I was-- I'm-- I'll be--" Wukong scrambled to collect his pride before it could fall any further.

"It's alright, it's alright. Just calm down and--"

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down!" Wukong snarled. Rage snaked up his throat like a trapped beast. "I am the Great Sage, Equal to Heaven, and I am no mere monkey!"

His eyes stung, desperately scraping at his head, searching to rip off a phantom crown. And ignoring the stinging, self-inflicted wounds that bloodied his claws. "I was the one who single-handedly took down the entirety of Heaven! I was the one who journeyed for years-- nnh! I-- I'm not-- I don't care about the pain!"

A muffled voice called above the panic.

"I don't care! I don’t care! So just make it stop!"

"Wukong!" A panicked voice called.

Earth Reaching Willow.

He cracked open an eye-- dammit, he was crying on the floor. His old friend kneeled on her knees, robes pooling around her like a waterfall. Delicate hands reached out, then pulled back. "Sun Wukong, Vengeful Fighting Buddha. Lovely monkey. Listen to me and listen well. You have to care."

For the first time in his long, long life, the Great Sage was speechless.

"You have to care." She repeated, tears spilling down her cheeks, "You have to because you're hurting yourself."

A terrible realization weighed on Wukong's heart, and he touched a shaking finger to his forehead. Blood seeped through a perfect, golden coat, and he breathed in the iron scent that burned his nose.

"I. I'm sorry for worrying you." He croaked. “I was lost.”

"No need to apologize, my friend." Earth Reaching Willow placed a hand to her chest, "I am no different. During my own panic attacks, my father would constantly tell me to 'calm down'. I'm ashamed I did the same to you."

"Willow--"

"But this isn't about me." A shaky, pale palm wiped at her cheeks. "Tell me how to help."

"Don't worry! Don't worry! I'm fine." Sun Wukong threw on a smirk, sewn in place with string and prayers.

Earth Reaching Willow shot back an unimpressed expression. "Wukong."

Mortification spread like wildfire across his face. Wordlessly, the stone monkey stared at her lap. And before he could open his mouth, Willow gently pushed him downward.

"Lovely monkey." She whispered, pressing a kiss to his temple-- worry unraveling as a relieved sigh brushed her ears. "You may have a position to uphold, and I may not always understand what you’re going through, but I promise you are safe with me. I will hold you if you need to cry. I will listen if you feel alone. I will give you your space when you ask for it. But please, for my sake, ask for help. Don’t try to hold up a century’s worth of pain and false pride by yourself. Let me keep you safe, as you have for me."

Gentle touches turned into strokes. And even when choking sobs wracked the walls, Earth Reaching Willow hummed softly, brushing aside the tears that soaked her fingers.

#@journey to the au #jttw #journey to the west #jttw fanfic

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“PIGSY, YOU GOTTA SEE IT! THERE’S TWO WHOLE FEET OF SNOW OUTSIDE!”

“Kid, if I look out and see a snow sculpture of a pair of feet, I swear to Buddha…”

"...Xiaotian...Xiaotian, Xiaotian...Xiaotian, sweetie, can you wake up?"

The child creaked an eye open with a sleepy noise. "...Zumu...?" they groaned, seeing the smiling face of their new great-grandmother. "What's going on?" The house sounded quiet, with just them awake. They glanced at the clock, squinting to read that it was about midnight.

Zumu Zhu leaned back so they could sit up, her smile firm on her face. "It's snowing," she said. "I didn't want you to miss it, since I know it doesn't snow in the city."

Xiaotian blinked. "Snow?" they said. Pigsy said that it could snow out in the countryside, but they had never seen it before. "It's snowing?"

"Yes. I was thinking of going outside and watching it. It's so beautiful." Zumu Zhu held out her hand. "Would you like to join me?"

Xiaotian only had to wake up a little before nodding.

They snuck down the hall together to the front door. Zumu Zhu helped him put on the snow gear that Pigsy had bought for them, cooing at the cute little monkey tail sewn onto the pants. Xiaotian gripped her hand tight as she opened the door, shivering as a cold breeze darted in.

And then they were outside.

Big fat snowflakes, illuminated by the dim porch lantern, fell from the sky. Snow was already decorating the ground, but there was still room for more. Above, the clouds failed to hide the night sky, stars glittering like someone had spilled silver glitter across a dark blanket.

Xiaotian felt their eyes go wide as Zumu Zhu chuckled.

"The weather says we're supposed to get two more feet of snow," she said, guiding Xiaotian down the porch stairs to stand on the snow-covered ground. It crunched under their feet, providing a gentle noise for the sight. "You know how I like to prank Pigsy with that?"

"How?"

Zumu Zhu grabbed a handful of snow.

"By making feet."

#LMK #Monkie Kid #lego monkie kid #qi xiaotian #zumu zhu #my writing #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #prompt fill #prompt fic

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Journey to the West Chapter 7

Sun Wukong in the Eight Trigrams Brazier:

So when we last left off in Journey to the West with @journeythroughjourneytothewest, Sun Wukong was being hauled away by heaven for execution. So how did that turn out for them? Well... they throw everything they have at him but find that known of their weapons even scratch him and setting him on fire and hitting him with lightning also has no effect. So while they are trying to figure out how to kill Sun Wukong when nothing they throw at him hurts him in anyways Laozi suggests they throw him in the Brazier of the eight Trigrams to separate Sunwukong from the heavenly peaches, wine and divine elixir which had refined in his stomach giving him a diamond body that can't be destroyed. So Laozi throws him in the braizer, but Sun Wukong crawled beneath the 'Xun' or 'Wind' compartment to stay safe from the flames. However the wind churned up smoke giving Sun Wukong his fiery eyes. Forty nine days later they open the brazier to extract the elixir, and we get to add a +1 to Sun Wukong's cry count since at the time of the brazier finally opening, he was 'covering his eyes with both hands, rubbing his face and shedding tears'. Needless to say Sun Wukong bolts out of there the second there is an opening. Sun Wukong definitely seems to be in a lot of distress as he throws off the fire tenders and guardians that try and grab him, and even shoving Laozi over. I think it's also interesting that Sun Wukong- who as we previously saw seems to mostly enjoy combat and exchanging taunts with his enemy is silent for this rampage and seems to be lashing out indiscriminately now. Eventually Sun Wukong fights his way into the Hall of Perfect Light, where Numinous Officer Wang intercepts him, they fight for a while, and eventually 36 thunder deities also jump into the fight. Sun Wukong uses some shapeshifting to transform into a creature with six arms and three heads to keep them all at bay.

With No one in heaven able to take down Sun Wukong, the Jade Emperor sends some gods to ask the Buddha to come and subdue him. So Buddha arrives and interrupts the fight, and Sun Wukong finally speaks for the first time this chapter, demanding to know who he is and why he is interrupting his battle. Buddha introduces himself and asks Sun Wukong why he is so unruly. And Sun Wukong says he is going to over throw the Jade Emperor, and that if he doesn't hand over the Celestial palace to him that there will never be peace. And with that we get to add 'Treason' to Sun Wukong's list of crime for attempting to overthrow the government. Buddha decides to make a wager with Sun Wukong, saying that if Sun Wukong can cloud summersault clear out of the palm of his hand that he will let Sun Wukong have the Celestial Palace, but if he fails it's back to the region below to be a monster for Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong takes that bet, and cloud summersaults to five flesh pink pillars supporting a mass of green air. In order to prove that he made it here Sun Wukong signs one of the pillars and pee's on it. With that done, he summersaults back to where he started on the palm of Buddha's hand. Sun Wukong claims he made it to the edge of Heaven, but the Buddha directs Sun Wukong's attention to his hand which has been signed, and the smell of monkey pee coming from it. Sun Wukong unwilling to believe it tries to go there once more, but the Buddha overturns his hand, throwing monkey back down to earth as his five fingers becomes the five phases mountain, which manages to pin Sun Wukong down with just enough pressure to trap him. Adding +1 to Wukong's defeats. After that Heaven throws a victory Banquet and showers the Buddha with praise and gifts. Until a god makes a report that the Great Sage is sticking his head out. So the Buddha makes a seal for them to stick on top of the mountain, causing the mountain to grow roots and fuse with the ground. Before the Buddha leaves, he calls upon some local spirits to stand watch over Five Phases mountain and to fee Sun Wukong Iron Pellets when he is hungry and melted copper when he is thirsty. Which personally to me sounds worse then just going hungry and thirsty....

And so there Sun Wukong will remain until his sentence is complete and a certain someone comes to free him...

Current Sun Wukong Stats: Names/Titles: Monkey, The Stone Monkey, The Handsome Monkey King, Sun Wukong (Monkey awakened to the void), Bimawen (Banhorseplague) and The Great Sage Equal To Heaven. Immortality: 5 Weapon: The Compliant Golden Hooped Rod Abilities: 72 Transformations, Cloud-Somersault, Ability to transform his individual hairs, super strength, Ability to Summon Wind, Water restriction charm, and the ability to change into a huge war form, ability to duplicate his staff, ability to immobilize others, the ability to put others to sleep, and the Fiery eyes and Diamond Pupils Demon Kill Count: 1+ Unknown Number of Minions God's Defeated: 19 + Unknown number Defeats: 2 Crime List: Robbery, Murder, Mass Murder, Arson, Theft, Coercion, Threatening a Government Official, Resisting Arrest, Assault, Forgery, Employee Theft, False Imprisonment, Impersonating a Government Official and Treason. Cry Count: 3 Mountains Trapped Under: 1

#jttw #journey to the west #journeythroughjourneytothewest #jttw read through #monkey king #sun wukong #bad and naughty monkey's get trapped under a mountain by the Buddha for their crimes

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SWK DAD AU

Chapter one: The Mystery Criminal

It was another peaceful day on Flower Fruit Mountain, the monkeys swung from tree to tree, the sound of the waterfall rushing down, the coo and chips of the monkeys, echoing around the mountain forest, sun wukong is resting with his fellow monkeys, the little monkies resting on his chest, some clinging on his arm, resting on his shoulder all curly up,wukong hands behind his head, his eyes closed, enjoying the sunlight warmth in early morning sun, in his wonderful kingdom.

Until one of his monkey troops chips

"Look, it nezha! my king."

wukong his opens eyes and their was Nezha flying over to Wukong,nezha landed near Wukong, where the great monkey king rested, surrounded by his subjects, little ones, elder ones alike.

he speaks firmly "The jade emperor wants to talk, you have been requested to go to heaven for your crimes against heaven."

wukong never felt so insulted. How could Nezha say that! was the journey to the West for nothing!?, he felt offended by those words, he then got up and took off the monkeys on his body, and placed them on the ground, some stayed on Wukong shoulder.

he replied in a firm angry tone

"You dare say such a thing! That was eons ago. Have I not been forgiven for my crimes by Buddha himself!" he scoffed, he crossed his arms in displeasure, he wanted to know why the heavenly court accused him of such a thing, it wouldn't have been him, he had been staying with his subjects on flower fruit mountain, doing his kingly duties, taking care of his little ones, he has not done such a crimes since his youth.

Wukong continues before Nezha can utter a word "What crimes have I committed? since I have been accused by the heavenly court?, for I have been taking care of my kingdom and haven't laid a foot down on the heavenly Plane for Thousands of years" he then put his hands on his hips, he frowns at nezha wanting answers Immediately.

Nezha replied that the firm as a warrior spoke, Listing the crimes that the heavens thought the great sage had done, pulled out a stroll, and underrolled it. " 1. stealing from the heavenly armory

2. Stealing the book of life and death from the underworld

3. Stealing half the Immortal peaches from the heavenly garden

4. stealing heavenly wine

5. Immortal Elixir"

The great sage was more offended than before! he hasn't done any of those crimes!what proof did they have to incriminate him!, he became enraged by this, wukong reply voice thundering across the mountain "What evidence do you have against Me!, look through my house if you suspect me of such crimes!for I am not the one that it!"

Nezha replied, "We know what you are capable of simian, and your impulsive nature has led you to do rasher things in the past.” The Lotus Prince draws his weapon. “It’ll be better for all of us if you surrendered and followed. If you’re right, the Jade Emperor will clear you of these crimes, and we’ll find the true culprit.”

Sun Wukong signed and grumbled to himself, he pitched his nose in frustration, he put his hands up, he replied "Fine, fine, I will follow and surrender" The monkey king somersault, summoned his Nimbus cloud.

after saying goodbye to his fellow monkeys,the little ones and the elders we're sad about his leaving.

he fellow Nezha to the gates of heaven, as they approached the gate

Nezha called out loudly "Guardians of Heaven gate, lieutenant great and small, I have been assigned to take sun wukong in for his crimes against Heaven, I have been summoned by the imperial decree of the jade emperor"

The deva raja virudhaka and the various divine heroes immediately lowered their weapons and stepped aside,

Both Nezha and Wukong enter through the gates, going to the treasure hall of the divine mists.

Nezha and Wukong enter,nezha announced their present, "I nezha the thired lotus prince,have bring sun wukong, the great sage,equal to heaven,to your majesty,at you're command"

The jabe emperor glare at wukong with disdain,as he sat on his throne,in cloudy mist around it,Jade Emperor show him seated in imperial robes, embroidery featuring dragons,with strings of pearls from his crown.

wukong bow to the jabe emperor, the Jade Emperor speaks in a Firm,just tone,as he put his hand up "wukong,i have called you here,because of the crimes you have committed against heaven" and continues "Nezha has already told you"

Wukong reply "I know but it wasn't me,how could you accessed of such crimes without Evidence of me doing so?"

The jabe emperor glare at wukong,he risen one eyebrow,his arms on the side of his throne,he replied "we know what you're capable of sun wukong" he keep speaking "remember havco in heaven,the many crimes you did before"

Wukong reply in frustration "I know,you're highness,that was aeons ago,I haven't I proved that I am not that person anymore by Completing my journey to the west,with my old champions to get the holy scripture to India"

Jabe emperor signed,he put his hand on his forehead,he pitched his nose,he replied "you may have prove that you changed to Buddha but not to me,I will tell you are evidence,the kings of the underworld saw a monkey in the underworld,causing trouble about it,that monkey found the book of life an death and taken it,that monkey has the same fur color as you,then the monkey come to heaven and stole the Immortal peaches and wine,right under our noses" he moved his hand from his forehead to his throne side,it resting back on the throne chair side,he glanced at wukong with sense of anger,annoyance and disdain.

“The same fur as me? Is that all you have as ‘evidence’” finger-quoting as he remarked, “so youve assume it was me then?,let me investigate this that way we can find the real culprit."

He leaned forward unimpressed with the ccourt.

The jade emperor replied, “you will investigate on one condition, nezha will accompany you. We don’t want trouble.”

Wukong and Nezha when to investigate in heaven....to be Continued

#jttw au #jttw dad au #journey to the west #jttw oc #sun wukong #lmk #jttw sun wukong #jttw #孙悟空 #lego mokie kid #lego sun wukong #lego monkie kid au

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透かし大仏殿×2 ＆隙間覗き大仏殿×1

･･以上ｗ

’23.11.23 東大寺中門東、二月堂裏にて

#奈良 #nara #奈良公園 #nara park #日本 #japan #東大寺 #todaijitemple #大仏殿 #great buddha hall #紅葉 #autumn leaves #秋 #atumn #photographers on tumblr #natgeoyourshot

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The Sterling Saga: The Hardest Part is Getting Started...

I'm what the kids call a Scorpio/Sagittarius cusp. It gives me the worst qualities of both, but the Sagittarian ones are especially irritating. I can handle living a life of hermitude and psychological trauma (I'm missing out on a fireworks show as I type this). What I can't handle is constantly being haunted by the ghosts of my own dumbassery.

I know they're there. I anticipate them. I do everything I can to keep their rattling chains out of my halls.

...so you would think that, even with my tendency to get an idea in my head and then haul off and relentlessly pursue, I would at least have had enough sense to back up my talking furby on fucking Google Drives or something.

...I did not. Thus begins our next great adventure!

Let me give you a little breakdown of how Sterling works. His main computing system is a Raspberry Pi Zero W attached to a speaker and motor controller. His programming is stored entirely on a microSD card. This is the primary copy of his data. His old backups were stored on an old computer of mine which I no longer have, though the hard drive is still in my possession. I hope. I haven't gone through my moving boxes yet.

So, I can take two routes when it comes to retrieving Sterling's data: I can either go through a million boxes, find that hard drive, get an adapter, plug it into my wimpy-ass Lenovo Yoga and get to the data that way, or, I could pop Sterling open, pull out that MicroSD card, pop it in a card reader and back up the primary copy onto the Yoga and the cloud for safekeeping.

Both options are time consuming, but one of them is the fun kind of time consuming and the other is the boring kind of time consuming. So, I'm going with option 2. If option 2 ends in tragedy, I can still hopefully buy a new rig and do an emergency recovery of the data that exists on that hard drive. Hopefully it won't come to that - if I was smart enough to put him together, I should be smart enough to take him apart, right...?

"How in the hell did I do this...?"

After unceremoniously cutting open the zip tie and pulling off his fur, I was met with a sight I vaguely remember: the non-electrical wire that holds the bottom of his carapace in place, covered by insulating tape, and above that, the wires leading to his touch sensors.

One interesting thing of note is that the wire actually goes into his shell, rather than being wrapped around the outside of it. I have no idea why I did this. Surely, there must've been a reason. To keep the battery hatch in place when the hardware wouldn't fit, maybe? I'm not entirely certain, but why else would I take such an approach? Running that metal wire so close to the hardware is just asking to short circuit something otherwise, unless it was positioned just right.

I undid the wire with some pliers, and this is the part where I chickened out. I don't have a screwdriver well suited for unscrewing him, or needle and thread for his ears for that matter. Not to mention a MicroSD card reader (besides my phone that is). After suitably defiling him, I put the old man back together the best I could and made a shopping list of supplies for tomorrow.

The current plan is to get the necessary supplies and very carefully extract that card, ideally without harming Sterling's hardware. Though if I do, it's not a huge loss: I can easily replace aluminum tape or a speaker. I can't easily replace three months' worth of nonstop, agonized coding - or a friend, for that matter.

And so he sits, like a sleeping Buddha unfazed by the ever-shifting cycle of samsara while I scramble to purchase an appropriately sized screwdriver.

If only I could be so enlightened...

#the doctor speaks #sterling super furby #furby community #furby #allfurby

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crazyfox-archives · 10 months

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Sculpted images of the cosmic buddha Dainichi Nyorai (大日如来) flanked by Sonshō Butchō (尊勝仏頂) on the left and Kongōsatta (金剛薩埵) on the right enshrined in the Great Dharma Transmission Hall of Negoroji Temple (根来寺) in Iwade, Wakayama Prefecture, with Sonshō Butchō dating to 1405 and the other two to 1387

Photo by WolfgangMichel on March 9, 2012

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The Crow's Nest Chan Master of JTTW

I am reading back through Journey to the West (Xiyouji, 西遊記) and was reminded of a strange, seemingly throwaway character who appears at the end of chapter 19, the "Crow's Nest Chan Master" (Wuchao chanshi, 烏巢禪師). He is described as an accomplished cultivator who lives in a juniper tree nest on Pagoda Mountain (Futu shan, 浮屠山), just beyond the border of Tibet (Wusicang, 烏斯藏). Zhu Bajie claims the master once asked him to jointly practice austerities, but the pig-spirit passed on the opportunity. Flash back to the present, and the pilgrims pass into his domain. After a brief chat, the Crow's Nest Chan master orally passes on the Heart Sutra (Xin jing, 心經) to Tripitaka.

There are two things that interest me about the Chan Master. The first is his magical abilities. Sun Wukong is offended by the monk but fails to hit him with his staff:

Enraged, Pilgrim lifted his iron rod and thrust it upward violently, but garlands of blooming lotus flowers were seen together with a thousand-layered shield of auspicious clouds. Though Pilgrim might have the strength to overturn rivers and seas, he could not catch hold of even one strand of the crow's nest (Wu & Yu, 2012, vol. 1, p. 391).

This reminds me of an event from Acts of the Buddha (Sk: Buddhacarita; Ch: Fo suoxing za, 佛所行讚, 2nd-century), an ancient biography of the Buddha:

The host of Mara hastening, as arranged, each one exerting his utmost force, taking each other’s place in turns, threatening every moment to destroy [the Buddha, but] … Their flying spears, lances, and javelins, stuck fast in space, refusing to descend; the angry thunderdrops and mighty hail, with these, were changed into five-colour’d lotus flowers…” (Beal, 1883, pp. 152 and 153).

This points to the Crow's Nest Chan Master having great holy powers.

The second thing that interests me is that he is based on a historical monk, Niaoke Daolin (鳥窠道林, lit: "Bird's Nest" Daolin; 741–824). Here is his full biography from the Records of the Transmission of the Lamp (Jingde chuandenglu, 景德傳燈錄, 1004 to 1007):

Chan master Niaoke Daolin ... was from Fuyang in Hangzhou and his family name was Pan. His mother, whose maiden name was Zhu, once dreamt of the rays of the sun entering her mouth, after which she conceived. When the baby was born a strange fragrance pervaded the room, so the name ‘Fragrant Light’ was given to the boy. He left the home life at the age of nine and received the full precepts at the Guoyuan Temple in Jing (Jingling, Hubei) when he was twenty-one years old. Later he went to the Ximing Monastery in Chang’an to study the Huayan Jing (Avatasaka Sūtra) and the Śāstra on the Arising of Faith (Śraddhotpada Śāstra, Aśvagosa) under the Dharma Teacher Fuli, who also introduced him to the Song of the Real and Unreal, and had him practise meditation. Once Niaoke asked Fuli, ‘Could you say how one meditates and how to exercise the heart?’ Teacher Fuli was silent for a long time, so then the master bowed three times and withdrew. It happened that at this time Tang Emperor Taizong had called the First Teacher in the Empire [Daoqin] of Jing Mountain to the Imperial Palace and Daolin went to pay him a formal visit, obtaining the True Dharma from him. Returning south the master first came to the Yongfu Temple on Mount Gu (Zhejiang), where there was a stūpa dedicated to the Pratyekabuddhas. At this time both monks and laymen were gathering there for a Dharma-talk. The master also entered the hall, carrying his walking stick, which emitted a clicking sound. There was a Dharma-teacher present from a temple called Lingying, whose name was Taoguang, and who asked the master, ‘Why make such a sound in this Dharma-meeting?’ ‘Without making a sound who would know that it was a Dharmameeting?’ replied the master. Later, on Qinwang Mountain, the master saw an old pine tree with lush foliage, its branches shaped like a lid, so he settled himself there, in the tree, which is why the people of that time called him Chan Master Niaoke (Bird’s Nest). Then magpies made their nest by the master’s side and became quite tame through the intimacy with a human – so he was also referred to as the Magpie Nest Monk. One day the master’s attendant Huitong suddenly wished to take his leave. ‘Where are you off to then?’ asked the master. ‘Huitong left the home life for the sake of the Dharma, but the venerable monk has not let fall one word of instruction, so now it’s a question of going here and there to study the Buddha-dharma,’ replied Huitong. ‘If it could be said that there is Buddha-dharma,’ said the master, ‘I also have a little here,’ whereupon he plucked a hair from the robe he was wearing and blew it away. Suddenly Huitong understood the deep meaning. During the Yuan reign period (806-820 CE) Bai Juyi was appointed governor of this commandery and so went to the mountain to pay the master a courtesy call. He asked the master, ‘Is not the Chan Master’s residing here very dangerous?’ ‘Is not your Excellency’s position even more so?’ countered the master. ‘Your humble student’s place is to keep the peace along the waterways and in the mountains. What danger is there in that?’ asked Bai Juyi. ‘When wood and fire meet there is ignition – the nature of thinking is endless,’ replied the master, ‘so how can there not be danger?’ ‘What is the essence of the Buddha-dharma?’ asked Bai. ‘To refrain from all evil and do all that is good,’ answered the master. ‘A three-year-old child already knows these words,’ said Bai. ‘Although a three-year-old can say them, an old man of eighty can’t put them into practice!’ countered the master. Bai then made obeisance. In the fourth year, during the tenth day of the second month of the reign period Changqing (824 CE), the master said to his attendant, ‘Now my time is up.’ And having spoken he sat on his cushion and passed away. He was eighty-four years old and had been a monk for sixty-three years. (Textual note: Some say the master’s name was Yuanxiu, but this is probably his posthumous name.) (Whitfiled, n.d., pp. 56-58).

Sources:

Beal, S. (Trans.). (1883). The Fo-sho-hing-tsan-king: A Life of Buddha by Asvaghosha Bodhisattva. Oxford: Clarendon Press. Retrieved from https://archive.org/details/foshohingtsankin00asva/mode/2up.

Whitfiled, R. S. (Trans.). (n.d.). Records of the Transmission of the Lamp: Volume 2 - The Early Masters. Hokun Trust. Retrieved from https://terebess.hu/zen/mesterek/Lamp2.pdf

Wu, C., & Yu, A. C. (2012). The Journey to the West (Vols. 1-4) (Rev. ed.). Chicago, Illinois: University of Chicago Press.

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山形県

Japanese Prefectures: Tohoku - Yamagata

都道府県 (とどうふけん) - Prefectures of Japan

Learning the kanji and a little bit about each of Japan’s 47 prefectures!

Kanji・漢字

山　やま、サン、セン　mountain

形　かた、かたち、なり、ケイ、ギョウ　shape, form

県　ケン　prefecture

東北　とうほく　north-east, Tohoku (northernmost six prefectures of Honshu)

Prefectural Capital (県庁所在地) : Yamagata (山形市)

Yamagata in southern Tohoku is known for natural beauty, impressive skiing, and hot springs. The prefecture is enclosed by the Sea of Japan to the west and mountains to the east, with port cities along the coast and secluded skiing and hot springs in the mountains. The mountain temple of Yamadera (or Risshakuji) was visited by the famous poet Basho and is the subject of one of the most famous haiku poems in Japan. The spectacular snow-covered trees in the mountainous areas are referred to as "snow monsters." The prefecture also produces 70% of Japan's cherries.

Recommended Tourist Spot・おすすめ観光スポット

Yamadera/Risshakuji - 山寺／立石寺

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Yamadera (also known as Risshakuji) is a scenic temple located in the mountains to the northeast of Yamagata City. The temple grounds extend high up a steep mountainside, from where there are great views down onto the valley. The temple was founded in 860 (during the Heian Period) as a temple of the Tendai sect under the official name Risshakuji. Its popular name, Yamadera, literally means "mountain temple." At the time of the founding, the area in Yamagata was at the northernmost national border.

Yamadera is also known for a visit in the late 1600s by the famous poet Basho, who composed one of his most famous haiku there. A statue of Basho and a rock inscription of his famous poem can be found in the lower area of the temple grounds. South of Yamadera and the train station there stands a museum dedicated to Basho that focuses on his trip to northern Japan. The main hall, Konponchudo Hall, is the oldest hall in the temple and houses a flame that is said to have been brought from Enryakuji in Kyoto and to have continued burning since the foundation of Yamadera.

A 30-minute hike up a stone path of 1000 steps that leads up the mountainside goes to the upper area of the temple grounds. There is a massive Mida Hora rock, shaped like Amida Buddha, at the top of the stone path, and past Niomon Gate is an open area with spectacular views into the valley. Past several of the temple buildings there are more stairs that lead up to the Godaido Hall, an observation deck with the best views onto the valley below. The building dates back to the early 1700s and extends out over the cliff.

Regional Cuisine - 郷土料理

Akebi (fruit of the Chocolate Vine) - アケビ（木通）

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The translucent white flesh with tiny black seeds inside of the akebi purple pod is eaten as fruit. It is relatively unknown that the purple pod can be cooked and eaten as well, but like a vegetable, not a fruit. Traditionally, akebi was viewed as a wild fruit that country kids plucked and ate from vines in Tohoku while playing in the mountains. As people became interested in discovering new and interesting culinary sensations, a variety of akebi that could be cultivated was developed about 20 years ago, centered in Yamagata prefecture. In Tohoku traditional akebi recipes did exist; the fruit was mixed with salt to pickle cucumber and was said to increase the sweetness (although akebi itself is not sweet), while the pod was stuffed, sauteed and deep fried.

In Akita Prefecture an herbal oil medicine was produced from the akebi seeds, but this is not a common practice. Interestingly, recent scientific research has shown the akebi to have antiseptic properties and to be a diuretic. Traditionally in Yamagata Prefecture, people believed that the spirits of ancestors returned to this world for Obon on a ship made of the akebi pod and offered akebi on the family Buddhist altar.

Akebi is in season for just two weeks or so in early autumn, and can be found in upscale grocery stores and specialty fruit boutiques. This makes it a rare delicacy.

Yamagata Dialect・Yamagata-ben・山形弁

Yamagata-ben, or the Yamagata dialect, is actually comprised of 4 different dialects, which are mostly comprehensible to their neighbors.

じぇじぇこほしい (jejeko hoshii)

Standard Japanese: お金が欲しい (okane ga hoshii) English: I want money

めんこださげ、ける (men ko dasage, keru)

Standard Japanese: いい子だから、これあげる (ii ko dakara, kore ageru) English: You're a good kid, so I'll give you this (present)

めーるさあがももつけておぐってみっか！ (meeru sa agamomo tsukete ogutte mikka!)

Standard Japanese: メールにハートマークを付けて送ってみようか！ (meeru ni haatomaaku wo tsukete okutte miyouka!) English: I'm going to try adding a heart to this text and send it!

ほだなさすかえない (hadana sasu kaenai)

Standard Japanese: そんなの気にしなくていい (sonna no ki ni shinakute ii) English: You don't have to worry about that

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