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90scartoons · 1 year

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Follow my sad boy vibes playlist on spotify (constantly adding new songs everyday)

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thefreelanceangel · 6 months

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A Scorpion's Song

Bearing the instrument into the empty halls took all of her strength. She could not sling it about like any other burden; it needed to be handled gently, the weight managed, not merely endured. And she'd born burdens enough in the past years, this one too many, one too heavy for her.

Her knees buckled; she sank to the floor, feeling the old, crackling tatami give beneath her slight weight. Trembling with weariness, she kept her hands locked about the wrapped weight in her arms, held hard against her belly, until she and the floor reached their tentative agreement.

Gently, Kyako let the koto slide down her thighs to rest on the dusty floor. Her arms ached, relieved of the weight. She sat on her heels, flexing her fingers, and looked at the empty hall. The golden eyes she'd inherited, that she hated with all her heart, swept the water-stained tatami, the tattered remnants of shoji. When she twisted to stretch her lower back, the ink-and-plaster mural stretching high overhead mocked her with memory.

Yes, the scent of fresh plaster and wet ink existed only in her thoughts, but oh how vividly she recalled those smells accompanying the slap of plaster on the wall, the chatter of her sisters as they mixed ink, the distant bustle of feet moving throughout the Soshi home. On that day, with their fate only bearing down upon them but not yet present, the household and Kyako's life held only the banality of peace.

She exhaled, untying the silk, and smoothed it away from the strings of her koto. With a few delicate adjustments, Kyako tightened the twisted silk strings that needed attention, folded the silk wrapper back to let the instrument gleam, and sat on her heels. Her nails caught briefly on a string when she reached to pluck them; she watched mutely as blood welled from her fingertip.

When had she last knelt by her koto to play?

Kyako's mask moved slightly; she wiped blood off onto the hem of her skirt before reaching up to adjust the lay of heavy silk across the bridge of her nose. Even being here, here of all places, where she'd first been given her mask, taught the meaning of it, had the pride she wore it with instilled in her... She could not simply remove it. Would not. Not even here, where she'd vowed to keep her face all, save the kami and the spouse she'd never managed to obtain.

A laugh sounded, in tune with the string she plucked.

"I broke that vow, Mother," Kyako said aloud. "Not as you feared. I have never taken the mask from my face in public. But the man who fathered my child saw my face in the three nights we shared. And I saw his." Her mask shifted again as her golden eyes warmed. "Ryuki inherited his eyes, the kami were merciful in that. She is well, last I saw."

Her fingertips stroked over the strings, careful not to draw notes from them just yet. "I left her. As you did me. I wonder if your reasoning differed from mine." Kyako curled a fingertip, plucking a string with the tip of her nail. "I wonder if it matters."

...or if it ever would.

Rational explanations, after all, did not change the actions they sought to clarify.

Her family, save for one estranged daughter, were still dead, after all. Her household, those who'd contributed to a household, to the thriving of a samurai family, were still dead. All of them.

Except for her.

Kyako closed her eyes, adjusting her posture, and laid her fingertips on the strings. Notes drifted through her mind, forming into chords, and she recalled a song that she'd first learned a decade prior, living on sufferance in a household that displayed her as a novelty.

With the first notes she plucked, blood stained the strings, running down her fingers to soak into the dusty tatami, to bead on the polished wood of the koto. Kyako fed the abandoned household with blood and music, head bowed over the strings.

In the light of the lantern she'd set in the hall, she moved her hands across the strings. A few drops of blood from freshly sliced fingertips flicked over the koto, staining the tatami.

And she felt them gathering, drawn towards the light of her lantern, the warmth of her blood, the life that she brought back into the long-abandoned Soshi hall.

Not many remained, she'd not expected the household itself to linger in the walls once painted by their hands only to be stained by their screams.

Those that came... She knew.

Kneeling to her left came Hideyuki who cleaned fireplaces and carried water, his strong forearms always tensed in her memory, his broad hands occupied with loads of wood, buckets of water, a heavy stone to repair one of the wells.

Beside him, her father's favorite man, Ichiro. Kyako recalled so little of him, save as her father's shadow. And the hands which had clasped her own when she, as a very small child, stumbled and fell. He'd helped her to her feet, wiped away a tear, smiled at her insistence on smoothing her clothing down. He'd laughed, too loudly for the halls, and never apologized.

Kyako's chest tightened as she felt him beside her.

His name rested on her lips, unspoken, and Kyako's hands continued to move across the strings.

Nobu.

Under his eyes, she'd sat for months to learn the very instrument she now played. Under his eyes, she'd embroidered and read, studied and played. Under his cool grey eyes, for the earliest years of her life, she'd walked to her bed with Nobu at her right shoulder, three strides behind her.

Nobu stood beside her, behind her, with his arms crossed. Just as he'd stood the day they broke down the front gates, waiting for the command to be given to get her safely out of the compound.

And it'd been Nobu, behind her, who'd taken the blade intended to take her life.

One note after another, played in sequence, and music rippled through the room. Kyako played on, adjusting the placement of her fingertips, using the tips of her nails when the strings sliced too deep. Every string she touched turned a brilliant red, fading into a dull rusty brown, tiny droplets of blood rising in a spray that stained her pale hands as she continued to play.

Her offering to those who'd died in these halls--pain and music and blood.

And their acceptance of it... She felt it.

They listened to the music, taking as much from her presence as she took from theirs, and Kyako's mask shifted delicately as she smiled.

Even when no Soshi lived, something of them would remain.

#Art Challenge Entry #Screenshots #This is technically a Legend of the Five Rings piece #Soshi Kyako was my shugenja #Scorpion4Lyfe #OOC

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devilishdescent · 1 year

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still kills me that fucking sadako vs kyako of all things is one of the movies referenced in the csm opening. king shit

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jpop-drama · 6 years

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My Collection of Kakochin icons.

#okako #kyako #kakochin #oguri kako #gem #random #there's still more #but I chose the best(?) looking ones #girls entertainment mixture #jpop #idol #icon #collection

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horror-heks · 4 years

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A scene that always terrifies me?

The scene in Misery when Kathy Bates character hobbles James Caan. I've watched some awful violent or gory things, but for some reason that scene and just whole situation is terrifying to me. Still to this day after years of watching it I've only watched that scene twice.

Also the flashback scene at the end of Ju-On where you see what happened to Kyako. It's disturbing.

Thank you for the ask! 👻👻👻👻👻👻

#asks

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outofgloom · 6 years

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Tall Boy / Ro Mai (Akeboshi)

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Tears and rains everywhere I go Lura-gahu kho hina voya I'm tired of this weather long ago Nui-vahi lega 'ko voryanuga Twenty thousand yen to go Anguru-kio suya To get a ticket for the next goal Ta anga-fahai vorti kyako

Oh boy, I lost another game Huai pehkyanule It's all the same Na kaiyale I hear your fame Aku'u-le Maybe it's just a game Ai huai-ngu-pase But it's not the same Khu kaiyale I kill your fame Ai rayale

Maybe he is deceiving Ai hikiyasega Maybe I should grab the money and run O wijeta'i kyasuse no vya Cause today is the day, if I say so Ta hike hikise, oki jayako Today is the day, if I try so Hike hikise oki hukhako

Tall boy what can you see from there? Ro-mai, ihka i'akyavoka? Tell me exactly what you see Khu akya-kise roya Oh boy don't show your back too long Ro-mai iva'a haukhu-ru Feels like I wanna start a game again O jayase kho huai anga-tya

Today is the day if I say so Hike hikise, oki jayako Today is the day if I try so Hike hikise oki hukhako Today is the day, today is the day Hike hikise, hike hikise Today is the day if I say so Hike hikise, oki jayako Whenever is the time if you do so Ivaha vaki-pa ouki kyako If you do so Ouki kyako

#bionicle #matoran language #translation #conlanging #song #lyrics #akeboshi #tall boy

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paigecofferillustration · 6 years

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I've been wanting to make a playlist for Kyan and Tamiko, but I need to come up with their couple name first. I was thinking "Tayan" or "Kyako", but I can't fully decide. Let me know which one you guys like better, suggestions are welcome too!

#help help help

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cocobeanjuice · 5 years

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Kyakos is a tiefling paladin I play in my D&D 5e campaign.

My new avatar, background image and blog title are all based around my first (and, so far, only) long running player character. Kyakos is a son of an alchemist with way too much ambition for his own good. The family got involved in a shady cult, had (at least) 2 of their sons turned into cult assasins and one son ended up killing another and burning his family house in drunken rage. That son was later taken in by a wandering paladin, and by that, by the church of Helm. Now he is a paladin dedicated to eradicating all forms of secret societies.

In words of 5e mechanics, he is an Oath of Vengeance paladin with a custom background (Arcana, Investigation, herbalism kit and alchemist supplies proficiency, and a custom feature of alchemical symbols, kind of like druidic language).

And currently he's in a disney princess phase as me casting Find Steed was pretty much the last event in the campaign before the 2 month long break.

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thefreelanceangel · 1 month

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"Whatever you wish, Kyako."

#Enter the Kurosawa #FFXIV #Screenshots

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investmart007 · 6 years

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HIROSHIMA, Japan | Many out of power, water in flood-hit Japan; over 150 dead

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HIROSHIMA, Japan | Many out of power, water in flood-hit Japan; over 150 dead

HIROSHIMA, Japan — Akira Tanimoto says his apartment narrowly survived the floods and mudslide at his residential complex over the weekend, and even if he wants to go back there with his wife and two pet birds, he can’t because there is no water, power or food available.

After their desperate run from floods that had hit the apartment complex where about a dozen of his neighbors were found dead, he returned to his place Monday to check on his apartment, which was almost intact. He also had to bring with him his beloved birds, which he initially had to leave behind.

Tanimoto wants to go back there with his wife, Chieko, and their yellow and green parakeets, Pi-chan and Kyako-chan, but said it would take a few weeks until they get the utility services back and clean the place.

“I can’t go back if I wanted to,” the 66-year-old retired Self-Defense serviceman said, holding a bird cage, in which the birds chirped as he spoke. “Electricity is out, water is cut off and there is no information there.”

Rescuers were combing through mud-covered hillsides and along riverbanks Tuesday searching for dozens of people missing after heavy rains unleashed flooding and mudslides in southwestern Japan, where the death toll has exceeded 150.

More than 50 people were unaccounted for as of Tuesday evening, many in the hardest-hit Hiroshima area. At Tanimoto’s apartment complex, about a dozen victims have been found. He and his wife grabbed the minimum necessities and walked about 1.5 kilometers (1 mile) to a fire engine Sunday after the floods and mudslides hit the complex. Debris and mudslides had stopped right outside the couple’s apartment door.

Tanimoto thinks he and his wife are the lucky ones. “Some of our neighbors had their apartments destroyed, others are still looking for their families. So we are lucky. Our parakeets even survived,” he said.

Work under the scorching sun was hampered by mud and heat, and shipments of relief goods were delayed by damaged roads and transportation systems, especially in areas isolated by the disaster.

Residents sheltering at the Yano school were provided with water, blankets and cellphone chargers. But a local volunteer, Yuki Sato, 25, said local convenience stores were obviously in short supply, so she didn’t buy anything there because she wanted to save them for the evacuees or others who can’t drive out of town.

Water and other relief supplies were scarce in some of the other disaster-hit areas.

“No water, food, nothing gets here,” Ichiro Tanabe, a 73-year-old resident in the neighboring port city of Kure, told the Mainichi newspaper. “We are going to be all dried up if we continue to be isolated.”

Delivery companies Sagawa Express Co. and Yamato Transport Co. and cargo service Japan Freight Railway Co. said some of their shipments to and from the flooded areas have been suspended or reduced. Regional supermarket chains such as Every Co. said one outlet is closed and several other outlets shortened service hours due to delivery delays and supply shortage.

Thousands of homes were still without clean water and electricity in Hiroshima and other hard-hit areas. Residents lined up for water under the scorching sun as temperatures rose to 35 Celsius (95 Fahrenheit), raising risks of heat stroke.

In another hard-hit town, Ozu in Ehime prefecture, water supplies were entirely cut off and residents could not clean their mud-stained homes, or even their clothes. At a major supermarket in town, employees sold bottled water and tea, cups of noodles and other preserved foods that survived the floods, while employees cleaned damaged merchandise, throwing items into dozens of plastic bags.

The landslides and flooding across much of western Japan have killed at least 155 people, Chief Cabinet Secretary Yoshihide Suga told a news conference.

Some of the thousands of residents who had been evacuated, some rescued from their rooftops, began cleaning up after the rain stopped Monday.

Suga said the government set up a task force and was spending 2 billion yen ($18 million) to hasten deliveries of supplies and other support for evacuation centers and residents in the region.

Earlier Tuesday, the Self-Defense Force ferried seven oil trucks from Hiroshima to Kure, a manufacturing city whose 226,000 residents were cut off from the rest of the prefecture due to the disaster.

Prime Minister Shinzo Abe, who had canceled a planned trip to Europe and the Middle East this week to oversee the emergency response, will visit disaster-hit areas in the Okayama prefecture, Suga said. The government mobilized 75,000 troops and emergency workers and nearly 80 helicopters for the search and rescue effort, Suga said.

Assessment of the casualties was slowed by the scale of the area affected. Officials in Ehime prefecture asked the government to review its weather warning system, noting that rain warnings were issued after damage and casualties already had occurred. The Japan Meteorological Agency said as much as 10 centimeters (3 inches) of rain per hour fell on large parts of southwestern Japan.

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Yamaguchi reported from Tokyo.

By HARUKA NUGA and MARI YAMAGUCHI, Associated Press

#150 dead #flood-hit Japan #Hiroshima #Sagawa Express Co.#TodayNews

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portalboavibe-blog · 6 years

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Festas dos Nomeados aos AMA2018 reúne centenas de pessoas no Complexo Girafa . Realizou-se no passado sábado (14) de Abril, no Complexo Girafa, em Luanda, a badalada Festa dos Nomeados aos AMA, edição 2018, resultado de uma parceria entre as produtoras @Linkduílio, Infinitus e o Grupo Mener. . O grandioso evento dedicado à música, reuniu centenas de pessoas e contou actuações de mais de uma dezena de artistas nacionais de peso, a destacar Kyako Kyadaff, Maya Zuda, Abiude, Bebucho Q Kuia e The Twins. Confira as imagens! . @linkduilio @dmendes75 #boavibe #entretenimento

#boavibe #entretenimento

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pixelfated-blog · 7 years

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ofowl replied to your post: ‘nyaa~’: my muse now has a cat tail and ears...

“…” -Stares-

Oh, great, she wasn’t alone. Though... maybe that was for the best, because she’s already got her arms around Miyako, face rubbing against her owl girlfriend’s fluffy neck feathers as she... purrs?

#ofowl #{The High-Score Hero - Main Verse}#{Owlgirl - Kyako}#M!A: Neko #-sticks this in the ship verse for obvious reasons-

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after-form · 7 years

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Murena bench. 🐋🐋🐋🦈🦈🦈 Photo by @kyako . . #after_form #nextarch #parametric #everydays #furnituredesign #architects #architectureporn #architecturelovers #superarchitects #benchdesign #future #home #rhinoceros3d #grasshopper3d #artwork #designthinking #modernart #plywooddesign #designlovers #moderndesign #parametricdesign #interior #interiordesign #render #bench #艺术品 #plywoodfurniture #家具设计 #deco #procedural (at After-Form by Oleg Soroko)

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