#onmyoji edits

[thenightsong]

I Z A N A M I (伊邪那美)

#onmyoji #amaterasu #onmyodiedit #izanami #onmyoji izanami #onmyouji #gamingedit #something wlw happened to me #videogameedit #dont look at me #videogamewomen #lgbtvideogames #my edit #onmyoji amaterasu

[dvlwablu]

your personal space? OUR personal space

#netflix onmyoji #onmyoji 2023 #abe no seimei #minamoto no hiromasa #i love to use editing software for my own personal gain #unfortunately some of my older gifs from the movies are too Beeg for tunglr #so i’ll have to tweak them a little

[callmemerry00]

"I remember. I'm Shiki, the four seasons. That's right, I have to let the seasons flow again."

#onmyoji #shiki #my beautiful gentle and sweet girl who refuses to come home #edit: SHE CAME HOME 3 TIMES #onmyoji rpg #my gifs

[house-of-tales]

Each candle represent a story to be told In a house made of tales, there are many candles to blow Would you care to pick one and listen to the show?

Multimuse/multifandom blog written by Tammie, featuring characters from Onmyoji, Genshin Impact, One Piece and more. Mun is +21.

MOBILE: Rules and Muses

#self promo #ok it is DONE it won't get any better than that #watch me simply edit a little bit one onmyoji gif and that's it it's better than anything else i could do tbh #onmyoji rp #genshin impact rp #one piece rp #if you think idk what to do with this: you are absolutely right <3

[a-weird-writer]

BITCH I WATCHED SUSANOO'S CG TRAILER AGAIN AND DYAMNNN I'M THIRSTING ABOUT HIM I WANT TO BE HUG BY SUSANOOO-SAMA'S YUMMY ARMS AS IF HE'S PROTECTING ME 😭😭😭😭 ANY HEADCANON OR SMTH ABOUT HIM IF YOU PLEASE!!!

Susanoo loves hugs, physical contact is greatly important to men like Susanoo and equally cherished. Like the gold coins in a treasure chest.

Many many years fighting evil gods rendered Susanoo a cold but very lonely individual, shattered his initial innocence and tethered his divine standing. War opens one's eyes to how the world really is in the face of a god. For practically heavy-hearted Susanoo, weighted by a dark curse, to seek humanity and crave sentiment is logical; a fond trance of friendship, of a time long drifted far from home.

Scars litter Susanoo's body. Wounds no mere mortal can suppress; brother to a divine lie, the cursed executioner of Takamagahara, a deep engravement with in his very spirit.

The radiation of battle stubbornly follows Susanoo, in the form of fierce winds and terrible waves. Bellowing in the wet vapor of clouds, shouting voices of booming thunder heard from the other side of the Earth; Seas, fields of devoted spoil's part ways under the weather's calming gaze. The war-torn catalyst overcomes all in his way, as expected from a harbinger of storms grand enough to cause earthquakes. Slayer of gods. Tight, closes in on himself, too bashful for his own good in the modern world; complicated amounts of trauma burden him, plagued by shadows and ghosts. War with no direction is an ugly sight, as is Susanoo most days, the skies will say as much.

No one likes getting hurt, and Susanoo wholly hates the fight; a judge loathing his purpose, but when the role beseeches, the weather's will strike it down. A pawn to fate, solider to destiny. Godly weapon of Amaterasu.

Regardless, he wants no habit of distancing himself, hurting others. His sanity is one of the very few things he has left. As long as he maintains himself and his beloved, his death couldn't feel more peacefully accepted.

How afraid Susanoo is to actually let people in, only a mortal can simply imagine, thrown in a future so vastly different then his last.

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An immovable god in the face of evil.

Susanoo's life is bound to be surrounded by calamity; gods of this world often are. This god rushes into battle the moment his people are threatened, a call for help answered with a loud clap of raging thunder, fast as lightening, a fierce strike upon the forces of darkness. A judgement for those who dare harm the weak. He will sacrifice himself to protect those he trusts. That fear of hurt-the pain and loss, hid under a cover of steel-like ambition and warrior spirit.

Clearing the skies of a man like this takes kind patience, Susanoo is an immortal spiral across the overcast, dark and looming. His storms are merciless, fierce, but the rainbows right behind shine such a bright lovely light. There is a strange, phenomenal contrast of balance slowly trailing Susanoo everywhere he flies. Humans and monsters alike fear provocation when he actually isn't a bad person, not easily offendable.

People judge the judge. He has low social skills and is calmly introverted, a tightly wound god.

Hugs heal, a remedy amongst good companions. A friendly gesture so loving in its simplicity, a charming tie of fingers and arms. Interlocking persons, closer than ever before. Lonely people naturally desire personal things, especially lonely humans and gods.

No one-nothing makes Susanoo happier, cleans his wounds faster than a hug from his most beloved one. His arms are primed to the brim of God-like power, the purest source of weather and sky. A surface tension of lightening, thunder and cloud-like flesh.

A hug from Susanoo is guaranteed perfection. Hugs are a physical motion of connection, a bind between to dedicated people. A promise. It descends on you like a forgotten breeze, a motion you longed for since you first heard it sing, saw it linger and hover over your hands and face. You never thought Susanoo, a man of judgement, a powerful god of weather, would look at you like you're at the edge of the Earth.

The corner of Heaven and beyond.

He-your precious Susanoo-doesn't leave without leaving something behind, a happy reminder. Susanoo talks to you in the softest ways, even in silence his heart speaks volumes, damn near vulnerable if gods can be that way. To Susanoo, hugs are another way to feel, to connect. Longing sways in an ancient body, careful calculating movements. Either by brushing a few strands of your hair out of your eyes or a tender knuckle kissing the side of your cheek. A gentle aura of summer solace, a smell of minty mist. The afterglow of heavy rainfall.

It is a living dream, to be cradled softly in his arms, you and Susanoo are dead to the world like this. Quiet and content, moments like this are why people live, die clinging to another. Love is a twisted curse; humans have gone mad and killed for it, but it is addicting. And it is human.

Worth protecting. Burning in his memory for a thousand years and a night more.

Of love, enough to burst his poor heart. You found him, holding so tightly like he will vanish out of thin air, lovely tenderness, a kindness tasted on the tip of his tongue. Gone from the world, away from you. You don't want to let go, nor does he.

(You suppose that means both of you are selfish beings. For you though, to know despite everything, you will still be happy; live a long life, not in pain, but at peace? Susanoo will go as decided, selfish as he needs to be to protect you and that graceful smile, catching the stars in those wonderful lips. A face he grew so content with for so long after eternity long existence-banishment in cruel isolation.

Even after so long, century to century, he forgot not a single detail of yourself. Of your expressions, and certainly never your happiness.)

Pain-any resentment-dies when you hold him, pitifully and without remorse. A child comforting in their favorite teddy bear. To the dusty shelves of his inner mind, alone to wither and die, forbidden merits and shards to time.

None of that is important.

Not as important as returning home to his beloved-slowly eroding to the sands of time, your crescent moons never wavered-the warmth of a familiar light after a long day of hardship.

To that hug-a delicious sentiment, the romantic bind.

Your promise he always misses.

#ask #anon #anonymous #susanoo #onmyoji #onmyoji headcanon #susanoo x reader #reader insert #onmyoji x reader #x reader #we simp soft susanoo in this house #he loves you ok hes trying his best and learning the waves as he swims the currents #i may edit this later cuz i almost always do #i can't help but love detail so i may add a little more later #there has to be more to the story then just disrupting orochi's death #WHATS UP WITH HIS MASTER EH?!??!? #THERE HAS TO BE #MY BOI CAN'T BE EVILLL #IMMA BE WATCHING AND LEARNING #HE TENDER TOUGH BBY HE TENDERRRRRRRR

[shararan]

me, a bigender man and woman, getting tsukuyomi, whos a man and woman

#onmyoji #screenshot edit #my edit #tsukuyomi #onmyoji tsukuyomi #i forgot how to draw and also edit screens the past 2 weeks my gf was visiting #only mildly touched up face and hair might make fancier some other time who knows

[pandor-pandorkful]

Idk if this will find any Onmyoji players, and maybe this is too fresh to get an answer to, but I found these on a Chinese Onmyoji twitter (post dating back sometime in mid-May twitter.com/kami_onmyoji/status/1658651417677275138 ) and UM WHAT DOES ANY OF THIS MEAN???

I don't go here, what happen?? Who snek lady???

#onmyoji game #onmyoji orochi #yamata no orochi #onmyoji susanoo #onmyoji izanami #editing my tags to add her ^^ #snekmans got me i don't even go here

[amamiyashion]

IG: amamiya_shion9

#onmyoji #陰陽師 #anime #anime edit #netflix

[fuxian]

#tbd. #new onmyoji shikigami is so guizhongcore #gotta make edits AAAAAAAAAA

[minluce]

「 QUEEN OF THE ETERNAL SEA 」

#senhime #onmyoji edit #onmyoji gif #my gif #my edit #onmyoji

[shizuki--edits]

Avatares de uso libre — Edición Onmyoji

Aunque parezca que no, aún tengo un poco de pulso

Pb en orden: Hiromasa (creo(?) / Susabi / Yasha

Origen: Onmyoji

Medidas: 250x450px

Normas:

Está prohibido borrar la firma así como hacerlo pasar por tuyo.

Si lo utilizas y puedes, pásame una captura. Me haría mucha ilusión verte mi gráfico~

¡Si lo usas hay que dar corazón y/o reblog!

Modificaciones:

Puedes redimensionarlo si hace falta.

No hago modificaciones de los avatares.

#edits #roleplay #roleplay edit #onmyoji #hiromasa #susabi #yasha

[dvlwablu]

on this episode of me digging through my onmyoji folders: every single time hiromasa says "seimei" in the 2001/2003 movies (HIGHLY recommend you watch the movies first!!! but i won't stop you)

#onmyoji 2001 #onmyoji 2003 #minamoto no hiromasa #abe no seimei #onmyoji #will i ever make a seimei saying hiromasa's name edition. mayhaps #it would be REALLY funny if i did it for the anime #anyway i'm very happy to be back on my bullshit

[onmyoji-posting]

Orochi realizing he's in love with his S/O

Parting from the premise that Orochi doesn't know how to love, imagine him meeting his S/O and him hanging out with them because he finds them interesting and it goes on for a while and all of the sudden Orochi is confused as to why he can't stop thinking about them all the time and how he feels weird whenever he is with them.

Orochi trusting them more than anyone else decides to explain his situation to them in hopes the can help him. Once he is done explaining everything, they let Orochi know that the way he feels like that is because he's in love. The revelation shocks Orochi, who was 100% sure he was unable to love another person, but there he was in love with them and currently processing everything thats going on.

Funnily enough, his train of thought gets cut off by his S/O making the confession that they are in love with him as well. But Orochi has no clue what to no next so he just pats them on the head. His S/O finds its endearing and asks Orochi if he wants to hug them so he can get used to physical affection.

He agrees and once he has his S/O wrapped around his arms he suddenly wishes to never let go and insisting to stay that way until he's done. Which is a lie because they stayed that way for almost an hour because his S/O got hungry, otherwise he would've hugged them for longer.

#onmyoji #orochi onmyoji #i just want me some touch starved orochi #edit: added a title and fixed it a bit for clarity

[a-weird-writer]

yato kami licking my finger cuz i got a papercut

"Yare yare. So careless, allow me to so politely assist you."

Yato no Kami is discrete. Why shouldn't he be? A dark noble of devilish delight and merit, surrounded in fallen blood, dead and alive. Pools of red follow his footsteps, the lingering rot and withering deaths of weaker Enshyoujo. Brethren at his beck and call, obedient and violent as a beast can be. He controls a whole world, winged and armed to the teeth, ready to feast at the slightest raise of his hand.

Regardless of his past misdeeds, he likes to steady himself. Keep balanced, fair but carelessly free. For his lover and the sake of his intelligence.

Minor Warning; Yato no Kami being Yato no Kami & mild suggestive themes. Spoilers for Yato's seal (Blood, blood drinking & bleeding. Paper cuts. Hints at sadism, gruesome vampire being a gruesome vampire.)

It's impossible for him to take anything too seriously, making light of the most ridiculous situations. Life is a game to his humble self, a role to fulfill. Goal reaching, to seek the pinnacle of life's potential, live as much as possible; pawns to play, foes to harm. It's simply natural to cling to happy memories, to establish yourself to pleasure and meaning.

Being an ancestral god of vampires-a lord amongst their kind-doesn't exactly lighten the overwhelming weight of his presence, nor should it be so quickly glazed over. Not that he bothers concealing it.

Yato is honest and open about his endless appetite, especially when it comes to his favored one's blood. His cravings are indeed a bother, but he minds not, for he trusts himself to never be too suffocating to his maidens. He was born with them and makes no light work of how willing he acts on them but is more than strong enough to control himself whenever or wherever he deems fit.

Blood is an important part of who Yato is, long past anything even remotely human. But he has no intention of ever wholly losing himself, not to be a creature of voiceless whispers, endless wandering and meaningless destruction.

So, when you accidently cut your finger and so innocently ask for a bandage, Yato restrains-yet can't help but jump at the chance to indulge. As merciless creatures like him always do, moving and entangling themselves in a furious cycle of addicting pleasure. Roaring like lions, drooling at the sight of carnage.

Teeth drop, lips moistened by a sharp cruel tongue. An eagle watching mice struggle in their long talons, a tiger preparing to hungrily pounce at an innocent elk. His irises narrow only a mere inch, burning an invisible hole in your hand. Tainted, barely noticeable by a fool not paying attention. Flicked delicately across a smile. Tasting the smell in the air, a void within hungers, delighting in its freshness.

His voice is unwavering despite his true intentions, deep as night and black as the abyss, glazed in the purest malice known to man. Greed and malice quake his throat, erupting in an earthly rumble so quiet you can't properly hear it. Meant to pick apart and brash forward. Reflecting the bitterness of an oncoming storm, a calamity swelling. An aftertaste of you can't describe, behind the grey clouds at the center of Skies' natural disruption. It's mark upon the Heavens, immortal, lasting.

Deciding-determined to give something else Yato no Kami insists is far more helpful.

His smirk, thin and small, is one of pleasure. Of a sweet sourness, leaving a bad taste in your mouth. A pale shadow, dark in its wisdom; sincere, overcoming. The upward twist that never reaches his eyes, a sharp contrast to his nature. And it intensifies as he eyes your cut, devouring your sight. Trained on the life resting in the depths of your finger, peaking out so very slightly. An ocean of nourishment and nutrition.

His gaze looks so simple, divine and knowing. Fast to crush, consume all unfortunate enough to cross its path. The gentle wave of dark lashes, water resisting oil, deadly darkness, capturing red. No light exists in his remorseless vanity. Only being, the deep purity of his instinct; You know better, throughout your countless encounters with the supreme monster bewitching you-how to truly look someone in the eyes. How to unveil the secret of their gaze, the windows to their soul. Assuming Yato still had his.

Little do you know Yato doesn't have secrets, there is no reason to hide his truest self from anyone or anything, curious or opposite. There is no bigger underlying principle, Yato no Kami simply is because he wants to be.

He won't foolishly deny his inhuman greed for your skin, (Especially since he knows when you can tell, reading your expressions like reading a picture book, like it's hard?) if questioned. But you seem to be burdened-thinking there is more to Yato then he is already showing, and he supposes you aren't exactly wrong to assume such of a creature of the night like him.

It is right to be fearful of things you don't understand, to try and grasp the mysterious tides of the unknown. If humans didn't fear things as much, they wouldn't have grown so advanced and paranoid. Fear is a critical tool for survival.

The fluid so rich and fresh beneath the surface of your flesh. So red, so inviting. Blood speaks volumes. Talks so dirty and filthy in desire. As mentioned before, Yato bothers not to mask his intent, but he does bother enough to hold himself back in certain situations.

And the restraint is useful of course. And someone needs to clean your mess up. It helps a great deal most times, to not completely bite off your finger as he welcomes its sliced tip onto his tongue, excited to have a taste. His grip on your hand is careful and slow, purposefully treading lightly to both avoid truly antagonizing his beloved and to tease you as well as himself, to savor the moment even more before it's ruined.

Sensing the second it threatens to drip, waste away like dirt on the floor, he doesn't allow it the satisfaction of an escape. Nor will he allow you to look away. See and observe as he feasts, how beautifully the skin reacts.

Hook, line and sinker. Blood is his nature and rituals require sacrifice. To take life, play games, one must be as cunning as he is. While he roams outside the well, while he can say something about it, your blood shall yield. Where's the fun if he can't properly savor it?

His tongue so wickedly licks before your blood can wiggle another inch, flowing smoothly upon your finger, still frozen in shock in such an erupt action. Skin flushing in his wake, pausing to cherish and lavage in his defined pursue of your taste.

Every flavor, every patch of skin, every offering, drunk empty. As Shuten Dōji enjoys his wine, Yato no Kami obviously happily devours your fluids to the absolute fullest.

Delicate and fluffy to the touch, his tongue drinks everything it touches. Not only your blood but your flesh as well. His saliva coating behind each lovely stroke, leaving a reminder of where he's been, drying the single moment he departs.

Can't have that now, can we? He doesn't even give you a minute to gather yourself, to actually respond to his strange offer. His sudden weird, urge to 'help' you out.

How sad would it be? To break by his hand?

But where is the meaning in that, dare he wonder? There is a corrupt energy, recklessly flying in a caged frenzy. Miasma of ruby red, the stirred emotion of a pure vampire. The cracked veins, spreading like an infectious plague, rage inhuman blood. The vicious moons burn like embers, an infernal flame, absorbing the cut like it was last vulnerable thing they will ever see.

His smile-unchanging-holds true and tells no lies.

For Yato no Kami is, after all, a simple monster acting on purely instinct.

#ask #anon #anonymous #yato no kami #yato #onmyoji #tw vampire #tw blood #tw blood drinking #blood #tw bloodplay #kinda? i mean hes a vamp god so it should be obviously implied. #tw mentions of violence #tw death mention #tw mentions of death #tw suggestive #but it's nothing big or bad #i know i always say this but look out for edits i might do it more later #shock to no one #but really yato is not a nice man #hes a warning all onto himself #as well as a bunch of charas i write for #take it as you will #yato no kami x reader #onmyoji x reader #reader insert #tw paper cuts #does that need to be a warning? #there are not really spoilers but kinda? just vague things for you to fill holes in yourself if you play the game

[shararan]

i missed editing these past weeks aaaaaaa

#onmyoji #susabi #screenshot edit #my edit #onmyoji susabi #i saw a post claiming he shares my birthday and yknow what i welcome that #he tickles my brain

[absolhunter251]

Oh hey, I made a render edit! Okay, hear me out.

Imagine orochi in an organization 13 coat.

You know why?

Two words:

VA.

Enjoy this edit!

#absolhunter251 #art #onmyoji #orochi #persona #yamata no orochi #digital art #kingdom hearts #edit #mine: edits #organization 13