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sleep eepy detectives 🔎🔎🔎
#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs#bsd#osamu dazai#yosano akiko#kunikida doppo#ranpo edogawa#atsushi nakajima#kyouka izumi#kenji miyazawa#myart#no tani or nao for reasons#and no fuku cause he’s old
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chapter 113 thing
ok so i know i said I'm a bit mad so much of the chapter was dedicated to the fukus but can i just talk about Fukuzawa's expressions after fukuchi got killed.
thats the face of someone who just watched his old best friend get killed without hesitation right in front of him. Right after they had a meaningful talk while looking through their memories.
ignoring the "how did poe write down their memories when he doesn't know their story".
Fukuzawa got praised for killing his best friend. He wanted to be able to end this without murdering him. Instead, he's forced back into the role of someone who kills "for the greater good". blood on his hands once again, and this time it's the blood of someone he cares about; even if he didn't technically deal the final blow, he did cause this.
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Like a Fairy
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
No Archive Warnings
Written for UsaMamo Week 2023, Day 6
An injured Usagi leads the nijizuishou to not only replenish her energy, but also form the Ginzuishou.
Note: I really wanted to write a calm, descriptive feeling surrounding the Ginzuishou and wings. Instead I'm on this Reveal AU kick. I hope this is still enjoyable!
“I am the beautiful sailor-suited Senshi, Sailor Moon! In the name of the moon, I’ll punish you! – AHHHH!” The Senshi of the moon started running haphazardly as the youma began hurling acidic projectiles her way.
“Supreme Thunder!”
“Akuryo Taisan!”
“I didn’t sign up for this!” Sailor Moon screamed, still running.
“You stupid Senshi,” Zoisite said, twirling a lock of his hair, the final nijizuishou in his grasp. “Now if only Cape Boy shows up, we can finally end this.”
A red rose flew right into the youma’s chest, causing it to scream and cease its projectile throwing. Sailor Moon doubled over in relief.
“I’m not giving up my nijizuishou, Zoisite,” Tuxedo Kamen said firmly as he went to Sailor Moon’s side. “Are you alright?” he asked.
“Yes, thank you, Tuxedo Kamen-sama.” She drew herself up to her full height. “Moon Tiara Boomerang!” she cried. Instead of disintegrating, the youma exploded upon impact, catching Sailor Moon full on.
“SAILOR MOON!”
Sailor Moon felt her fuku start to disintegrate, burning the injuries underneath. It was unbearable. “Forgive me,” she told her Senshi as she released her henshin, panting weakly. Before anyone could react, Zoisite had teleported to Usagi’s side, holding her like a shield, a hand holding her neck and the underside of her jaw, tilting her face upward.
“The nijizuishou, now!” Zoisite demanded.
Tuxedo Kamen was trembling, staring at the girl he knew all too well. His hand twitched in indecision.
“LET GO OF ME YOU JERK!”
Everyone, even Zoisite, fell to their knees at the ear-shattering noise, allowing Usagi to roll away from the Dark Kingdom General. “How DARE you use me as a hostage!” she shouted, clutching her torso in pain. The others raced to her side, shielding her protectively. Sailor Mercury was scanning Usagi swiftly while Sailor Mars and Sailor Jupiter looked ready to do damage. Tuxedo Kamen stood behind Usagi, ready to whisk her away at any moment.
“It doesn’t look good, Moon,” Sailor Mercury murmured. Usagi’s energy was draining from her wounds.
“It doesn’t matter,” Usagi murmured back, trembling with the effort to stand. “He’s not going to stop until he’s taken out all of us.”
“We should retreat-“
“No! I’m not letting Tuxedo Kamen-sama face him alone. And remember – I have nijizuishou, too. As Zoisite says, this ends here.” She took a deep breath before yelling, “Moon Prism Power, Make Up!” The magic enveloped her, coruscating in the night. Once again she was clad in her fuku, striking her signature pose, eyes glittering furiously at Zoisite. “For wreaking havoc and attempting extortion, I will not forgive you!”
“Big words from a little girl,” he said. “How old are you, twelve?”
“How old are you, with all of those wrinkles?”
“How dare you! I keep my face properly moisturized, thank you very much!”
There was a beat of silence.
“I didn’t know the Dark Kingdom had skincare products,” Sailor Jupiter snickered.
“Whatever it is, it’s not working,” Sailor Mars said with a smirk.
“SHUT UP!” Zoisite roared, flinging Dark Energy at them. All of them blocked; however, Sailor Moon, being already injured, fell to her knees. She was consequently cocooned in Tuxedo Kamen’s cloak.
“Stay with me,” Tuxedo Kamen murmured to Sailor Moon.
“I might not make it,” she gasped. “Just focus on yourself.”
“No.”
She blinked then looked up at him. She couldn’t make out his expression behind the mask. “Protect our princess, please,” she whispered, handing him her nijizuishou. “That’s all I ask.” She went limp, the henshin once again falling.
“Moon!” Mercury screamed as she ran to her friend’s side, having noted the critical energy levels.
“That’s one Senshi down,” Zoisite taunted as he started throwing more Dark Energy blasts at them.
“SAILOR MOON! WAKE UP! PLEASE!” The girls all screamed as they dodged the attacks. Then something miraculous happened. The nijizuishou appeared, hovering over Usagi, glittering with energy. She floated upward as the nijizuishou encircled her, like electrons around a nucleus, faster and faster, its magic reflecting off her pale skin. Then the nijizuishou coalesced, their colors mixing until a glittering crystal formed. The Maborishino Ginzuishou had formed at last. It lowered itself and disappeared into Usagi’s chest, the impact causing silver light to extend from every pore of her body. Then she was lowered onto the ground, slowly and carefully, back where she’d been by Tuxedo Kamen’s side, still sleeping, once again Sailor Moon.
“Her energy levels have stabilized,” Sailor Mercury said in wonder.
“MY GINZUISHOU!” Zoisite screamed, infuriated by this turn of events. He made to grab Sailor Moon.
“Supreme Thunder!”
“Akuryo Taisan!”
“Mercury Aqua Mist!”
Along with the three attacks, roses flew at the Dark Kingdom General. But he teleported, dodging effortlessly. A bubble surrounded Usagi; before anyone could stop it, she was back in Zoisite’s arms. With a sinister laugh Zoisite went to teleport back to the Dark Kingdom. Then a brilliantly bright light overcame them all, blinding them. The heroes felt the flutter of kisses brush their faces, energy caressing their forms. Zoisite screamed and gurgled, the power obviously overwhelming him. And then the light vanished. They blinked away the brightness. Sailor Moon, clad in wings, held a slumped over Zoisite in her arms. She lowered them slowly to the ground; the wings fading. The others moved to attack until Sailor Moon held up a hand. “He’s been healed,” she said simply; the others frowned in confusion.
“The Ginzuishou disappeared inside of you,” Sailor Mars said.
“Way to state the obvious, pyro.”
“No need to be snarky,” Sailor Mercury admonished, scanning Sailor Moon.
“Sorry. It’s been a long day.” She turned to Tuxedo Kamen who still hovered worriedly. “So, I guess I’m keeping your nijizuishou,” she said wryly.
“So it would seem.” He looked at Sailor Mercury expectantly.
“It’s disappeared,” Sailor Mercury said with a furrow of her brows.
“And her injuries?” Tuxedo Kamen pressed.
“You still have some physical injuries, Moon,” Sailor Mercury said worriedly.
“What’s today? Wednesday, right?” Sailor Moon asked.
“Yeah,” Sailor Jupiter confirmed.
Sailor Moon cursed. “I need to sleep this off.”
“Can you get your mom to sign off on a sick day?” Sailor Mars asked worriedly.
“No. The best I can do is sleep in.”
“You always sleep in.”
“I’ll just go slow, you know. Not run. Not…bump into things. What’s one detention anyway? Or a few…however long this is going to heal.”
“Business as usual, eh, Moon? So, what are we going to do about Zoisite?” Sailor Jupiter asked.
“He’s healed,” Sailor Moon said with a shrug.
“So…”
“Leave him,” Tuxedo Kamen said shortly. “Healed or not, what he did was unforgiveable.” He looked Sailor Moon up and down.
Sailor Moon blushed. “I’ll be fine,” she said gently. “Let’s just go home – wha-” she gasped as Tuxedo Kamen picked her up.
“I’m not leaving you to go home by yourself,” he said firmly.
“We can get her home, Tuxedo Kamen!” Sailor Mars said.
“Yeah, she’s not telling you who she is or where she lives,” Sailor Mercury added.
“I’ll be alright,” she promised, a gloved hand reaching out to cup his face.
His jaw clenched. “Very well,” he said reluctantly, releasing her.
She turned towards the group, blinking slowly. Then the silver light radiated once more, and ethereal wings expanded outward. Upward she flew, gracefully, with a trail of sparkles in her wake, like a fairy. The others were stunned as they watched her go, before they quickly dispersed. Tuxedo Kamen broke their unspoken rule; he flew after her coruscating form, watching until she reached what he assumed was her bedroom window. He hovered on a nearby rooftop long after the lights went out, waiting for a sign that she was alright, relieved that she did leave her home – late as usual – but at a slow pace. He quickly backtracked until he met her at their usual place, but this time he didn’t collide with her; instead, expressing his worry, he walked her to school. He spent the rest of the day being kind and solicitous until she grew suspicious of his interest. Still, he refused to fight with her.
He would worry about the Ginzuishou and the princess later. He knew the Senshi and he were on the side of protecting the princess. He was willing to work through whatever needed to happen – no matter how long it took.
Meanwhile, a bewildered Zoisite, who had lived on Earth more than a thousand years ago and had no memory of his doings while part of the Dark Kingdom, was roaming the streets of Juuban looking for the other Shitennou and his prince.
The End
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Bsd spider-man au cus of course
Bungo Stray Spiders. Someone has to do it so that someone will be me.
This half is just a list of powers and titles, if you want all the details and backstory you can read the other half below this one!
Atsushi, Spider-Kachi: Spider sense, Strength, Speed, Agility, Walking on walls, Extra spider-like limbs sprout from his back, Spider-like fangs, Claws, and Self-regeneration.
Dazai, Spider-Jisatsu: Intelligence, Some agility, some speed, and his own version of 'Spider sense'. He can stunt the spider abilities of others, other than that he's just kind of a regular guy with webs and a high tech suit. The suit allows him to walk on walls, enhances his physical mobility, detects danger, and acts as a layer of armor.
Kunikida, Spider-Riso: Spider sense, Agility, Speed, Strength, Super Accuracy, Stamina, and Walking on walls. He often uses gadgets similar to guns to take advantage of his exceptional aim.
Ranpo, Spider-Kojo: High Intelligence. His suit aids him similarly to Dazai, but the ocular part of the suit has technical modifications to further examine clues. Night vision and heat vision, for example.
Kyoka, Spider-Kurai: Spider sense, Strength, Accuracy, Super Agility, Super Speed, Walking on walls, and a Spirtual connection with Spiders. Her suit gives her web shooters along with built in blades, taking advantage of her experience as an assassin.
Yosano, Spider-Shi: Spider sense, Strength, Accuracy, Agility, Speed, Walking on walls, and a Healing ability. Her suit gives her webshooters, long blades along her arms, and butterfly-like extensions that act as medical tubes, connecting her blood with theirs to heal them. (She can heal through her breath, but any form of her dna works).
Kenji, Spider-Arashi: Spider sense, Agility, Speed, Stamina, Super Strength, Walking on walls, and is Nearly indestructable. His suit has webshooters and magnets that give him a better grip on metal objects.
Junichiro, Spider-Kyodai: Spider sense, Agility, Speed, Strength, Stamina, Walking on walls, and he Spews a gas that causes hallucinations. His suit has webshooters and a spider like pair of fangs that reach around his mouth where the gas comes out of. It helps to better manage the output of gas.
Fukuzawa, (Retired) Spider-Samurai: Super Speed, Super Agility, Super Stamina, Super Strength, Super Accuracy, and Natural Webbing. His old suit merely acted as armor and a disguise. He of course also had a blade.
Mori: Owner of PortCorp and leader of the Mafia. He has an endless amount of gadgets he uses if ever in combat.
Chuuya, Fujin: Manipulation of matter, so basically the same except it's presented more like wind and weather.
Akutagawa, Aku-Tako: Rashomon is essentially the same, just presented more like tentacles and sometimes spider limbs.
Elise, Girl Goblin: She's a robot with a child-like appearance. Elise has a glider and various gadgets, mostly bombs.
Now for the backstories!
Instead of an ADA we have Agency Kumo (Kumo means Spider in Japanese) a spider themed collection of super beings working for the original Spider-man, who is now retired. They mostly fight to protect Yokohama due to its rise in crime the past few decades, but occasionally a threat comes along that forces them to fight for all of Japan and even the world. (Cough) the rat (cough).
Fukuzawa retired as Spider-Samurai (Spiderman) because he saw himself taking advantage of his power, even if it wasn't with ill intent. Soon after, though, a boy named Ranpo showed excellent intelligence into the minds of criminals that he in his prime could only dream of. Fukuzawa didn't want him to take the same path as he did, so he took Ranpo in. Little did Fukuzawa know that the local laboratory would soon lose several radioactive spiders, the same ones that bit him. Ranpo's hero title is Spider-Kojo. (Kojo meaning deduction in Japanese)
Fuku's childhood friend and old enemy, Mori, runs that laboratory and secretly experimented on Yosano, an orphan he took in. Yosano had a miraculous ability to heal people with her new powers, making it easy for Mori to experiment on people without permanently changing their lives. While they did agree to it, the non-stop torture of it drove them insane. The volunteers were under contract and unable to do anything until their time was over. Mori, determined to recreate Fukuzawa and Yosano's abilities, forced the girl to continue healing them which further prolonged their suffering.
Yosano ran away and eventually stumbled upon Fukuzawa who took her in as well. He trained her to have better control over her abilities and said she didn't have to use them ever again, if that's what she wanted. While she doesn't appear in public often, she'll become known as Spider-Shi. (Shi meaning death in Japanese and also a play on she since for a while Yosano was the only woman in the group.)
After getting bit and experiencing various unnatural sensations, Kunikida had to quit his job as a teacher and focused on finding any possible illnesses he could have with extensive research. He found his way to Fukuzawa who trained him as well. Kunikida decided to become the next Spider-man. Spider-Riso. (Riso meaning ideal in Japanese). He'd be the ideal Spiderman. This caused the creation of Agency Kumo.
Dazai was constantly experimented on, becoming nearly numb to the torment. He worked for a crime organization secretly led by Mori. The attempts to give Dazai any special abilities were all unsuccessful, except for one. Mori didn't know how, but Dazai gained the ability to stun other experiments' abilities. It was akin to something like stage fright but with their dna. One of the oldest experiments, Oda, was his best friend until he took revenge on a new nemesis. Dazai promised him he'd use his power for good, and joined Agency Kumo. Dazai becomes Spider-Jisatsu. (Jisatsu meaning suicide in Japanese)
Junichiro and Kenji were also spider bite victims who quickly became new recruits for the organization. Junichiro is able to spew a gas that causes hallucinations and Kenji has super strength more so than the others and is also nearly indestructable. Junichiro is Spider-Kyodai (Brother) and Kenji is Spider-Arashi (Storm).
Atsushi's abilities were so wild and chaotic that he'd been sleep walking and terrifying the locals of his village without a single clue. Dazai finds him, recruits him, and after lots of training, Atsushi gains decent control over his powers. Those being growing spider like fangs, extra spider limbs, and claws as sharp as his teeth. He is also able to regenerate himself, but if he doesn't do so within a few moments of the damage being done, it won't work. Atsushi is known as Spider-Kachi (worth/value in Japanese).
Kyoka starts out as another enemy in the Mafia, a reluctant servant to Koyou. While Kyoka is not a bite victim, her mother was and passed down her spider dna. Mori heard of it, and had her kidnapped from an orphanage. Her abilities consist of inhuman agility, rapid reflexes, and a spiritual connection to spiders. After Atsushi rescued her, Kyoka became part of Agency Kumo and picked the title Spider-Kurai. (Dark/gloomy in Japanese).
Chuuya wasn't a spider victim, but was caught up in a freak accident at a very young age. A mythical spider spirit saved him, giving him the ability to control matter just as he did, but it also had severe consequences. Chuuya couldn't remember anything from his past, and his abilities were far too much for his mortal body to contain. His villainous identity is "Fujin" a Japanese mythical god who controls the wind.
Akutagawa was very young when he was experimented on by Mori. He went through multiple years of torture to get his abilities just right and to reach his "full potential" as Mori and Dazai told him. He, similar to Chuuya, was also given power by a mythical being. The creature's name was Rashomon. It was trapped inside his body and retaliated against him for release. After those experiments, he was able to control it, but struggled to control himself. Almost as if the being had influence over him. To aid Akutagawa, Mori created a suit that both enhanced and contained his power. (If you haven't guessed it yet, he's this au's DocOc). Akutagawa became known as Aku-Tako (Tako means Octopus).
Mori is the Norman Ozborne and Elise is the Harry/Green Goblin of this au. Mori created a robot girl named Elisa as a daughter yet also a pawn. Mori gives her technology like the glider and bombs with a childish aesthetic to make her enemies hesitant to attack her. Little do they know she's not human and in fact an AI that if destroyed can be recovered as long as her chip is undamaged. Elise is known as Girl Goblin.
Katai makes all the suits for the members, but doesn't do anything else for Agency Kumo and isn't technically a member himself.
Naomi and the other clerics are the "Guys in the chair".
I hope you liked this au! If asked, I'll make another one for the characters I left out!
#bungou stray dogs#bsd fukuzawa#bsd yosano#bsd atsushi#bsd dazai#bsd kunikida#bsd ranpo#bsd junichiro#bsd kenji#bsd kyouka#bsd chuuya#bsd mori#bsd elise#bsd akutagawa#bsd katai#bsd naomi#bsd au#spider man au
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Ride 684.5: Nogawa-san remembers
Pag 1
1: This is Nogawa's stationery shop
2: It's next to Hakone Academy, so I catch on and get involved with everything that goes on with the students....
Ahh, what a cute pencil case!!
It's so soft
These are really popular lately
Let me touch that one
We developed the products in accordance with the students tastes, as a reliable stationery shop
3: Yes, those are popular these days, the “marine animals-shaped pencial cases series”!!
I'm Nogawa Koujirou 42, this shop's owner
I selected them and replenished the stock!!
4: You should touch it, and then
5: We'll take this one, please!!
You should buy it!!
Pag 2
1: Hmph, I really have to restock
Would you like this in a bag?
No that's okay
We'll take them home!!
Hahaha
2: Assuming that in one class 3 items were sold, then in one grade.... around 15 or 30 pieces
Fufufu
And it's three years!!
Oh dear, I'll be busy again!!
3: There's nothing we don't have, that's Nogawa Stationery.....
Ahh
Right when I was thinking that
4: I remembered something that happened last summer
5: The spring before....
Pag 3
2: That day, composed and imposing, he slowly entered the shop and looked around
5: One year prior, 41 years old Nogawa-san
6: They don't have it....
Wha, wait!!
7: Just wait a minute!
Pag 4
1: What is it that you're looking for!? You just said “they don't have it...”!?
We don't have it? I'm a little worried by you saying we don't have it, I'm worried
2: I'll grant all of the students' “wishes”
3: That's how the Nogawa's Stationery Shop is!!
4: No.... I looked around and you don't have it, so I'll leave...
Excuse me!!
I think you should ask for these things..!! There's the shop owner, me!!
5: What are you looking for? A coloured pen!? A bullet journal?
A seal, or maybe buttons for your uniforsm!?
6: Ahh!! I got it!! Since the skecthing contest is close, a skecthbook and a painting set!! And a cup for the water!!
Pag 5
1: No!!
2: This.....
Ah ah ah....!!
3: Ah so it's this type, I see
I have it in the back, in the back! Yes, notebooks of the same type!!
We also have it in different colors
5: Excuse me
Waaa-
6: Please just tell me what you 're looking for!!
But it's not a thing....
Not a thing!? Huh!? Then, love...? Now that I think of it, you look so expressionless.....
Pag 6
1: Could it be that what you're looking for is a “friend”? Should this old man fill the role?
Whatcha doin', Fuku-chan!!
2: Ehi, Arakita
Is it done!?
3: The copy
4: of the club's schedule for this year's race?
5: Not yet
I looked around and they don't have it, so I'll walk to the convenience store downhill
A printer!?
6: It's behind this pillar! Difficult to find, but it's here
I see!!
Gimme and I'll do it. Dammit, just 'cause the school's printer broke
Pag 7
1: Ah.... so he was simply looking for a printer!?
2: Well, it's alright, as expected there's nothing we don't have
4: Huh!?
5: I haven't been to this shop in a long time, either
6: Ah, this boy....
If I'm not mistaken.... he came here two years ago
7: Two years ago
Oi, shopkeeper!!
Pag 8
1: You have scissors!? The best ones you have in this shop!!
Arakita Yasutomo two years ago, first year
2: Ah....
Sci-ssors?
Wha.... what do you need them for?
Nogawa-san two years ago (39)
3: Huh!?
I've decided
4: I don't need it anymore
5: I'll cut it completely
This pompadour!!
6: It's the boy who bought the scissors that time!!
He kind of looks a little nicer
7: Present
#yowamushi pedal#yowamushi pedal manga#yowamushi pedal translations#yowapeda manga#yowamushi pedal spoilers#yowapeda#ride 684.5#two weeks and then a filler chapter :( i wonder if watanabe is okay :/#also this chapter was harder to translate than usual chapters wtf#anyway hakogaku boys have always been this man's nightmare it seem
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Ticklish With a Side of Kindness (Chapter 3)
Wow. Just wow. After losing his birth mother and stepfather in such gruesome manners, Kyle deserves all of the love he can possibly get, don't you think? Especially when taking into account that the person that murdered both his birth mother and stepfather was his very own paternal grandfather! No, not Grillby's father… and not his stepfather's father either… but rather, the father of his birth father, the abusive man that his stepfather brutally murdered to save his birth mother while she was pregnant with him! Well, luckily for Kyle, one of Fuku and Ash's ways of showing their love for him is tickling him to precious pieces. And before too long, they'll be tickling him where he's most ticklish. ;) He deserves it, after everything he’s been through, the poor little guy. :(
Undertale© Toby Fox.
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
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TICKLISH WITH A SIDE OF KINDNESS
Chapter 3: Tickle the Tummy!
After a while, Fuku and Ash stopped tickling Kyle to give him another breather. And at this point, the girls are one step closer to tickling that adorable belly of his! :D Out of all the various tickle spots he has, Kyle is most ticklish on his belly. Sure, he may be overly ticklish literally everywhere else on his body but his belly is his "death spot." And that happens to be why Fuku and Ash haven't tickled him there yet. They've got to save his most ticklish spot for last! ;) But before one or both of them can go after his belly, Ash has to tickle his back first. There's no way in hell Fuku is going to let Ash go without tickling Kyle's back! So once ready, Ash moved over to Fuku's position, kneeling over Kyle with his hips sandwiched between her knees. And while Ash was doing that, Fuku moved to a different position, right where Ash was when she held Kyle's arms down above his head and did that very same thing for Ash to grant her easy access to his sensitive armpits. It was thoughtful of Fuku to do that for Ash because after the break was over, that's where Ash struck first. Without warning, Ash dug her fingers HARD into the hollows of Kyle's armpits, causing him to literally scream with laughter and jolt so forcefully that Fuku had to readjust the grip she had on his wrists. He has such heavy movement for a little 9-year-old boy and it only got heavier with every passing second Ash spent tickling his upper body. Unlike Fuku when she tickled Kyle's torso, Ash raked her fingers hard against Kyle's sensitive skin on the outside of his shirt. Everywhere on his armpits, sides, hips, and back! Not hard enough to hurt Kyle, of course but hard enough to make him laugh harder and more adorably than ever before. Gargalesis at its finest! ;)
Kyle: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HOHOHOLY GUAHAHAHAHACAHAHAHAHAHAMOHOHOHOHOHOLEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!! HAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!! AHAHAHHAHAHASH!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! ASH, OH MY GO-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEEHEEHEEHEE HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEHEE!!!!
Fuku: Oof! Ash, don't you think you're tickling him a little too hard there? *asked Fuku, struggling to hold Kyle down for Ash with every passing second and also concerned that Ash might tickling Kyle a little too roughly*
Ash: Heheheheheh. Relax, babe. I'm not hurting him. *Ash assured Fuku, seconds before raking her fingers hard against the small of Kyle's back to REALLY get him laughing and squealing* He wouldn't be laughing this much if I was hurting him, would he?
Kyle: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! *Kyle squealed at the sudden relocation, and so adorably that he caused Fuku to squee and then stop what she was doing to lie next to him on the couch on her left side with her head next to his own head and look him straight in the eye and tell him that she loves him so much* HAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OHOHOHOHOHWOHOHOHOHOHOHOGYAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHA!!!!
Fuku: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh my gosh, I love you so much. X3
Kyle: HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I LOHOHOHOVE… HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I LOVE YOU TOOHOOHOOHOO, FUHUHUHUKUHUHUHUHUHU!!! *exclaimed Kyle through his absolutely precious laughter, pounding his fists with every passing second now that his arms are free* HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!
Ash: Awwww! That's sweet. X3 But did you have to let go of his arms to tell him that, babe? *asked Ash, somewhat annoyed with Fuku for letting go of Kyle's arms; because it was more difficult to tickle Kyle while he was moving his arms*
Fuku: Yes. *Fuku shamelessly answered, literally one second before creating fire to hold Kyle's arms AND legs down against the couch*
Kyle: HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! WHAT?!?! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OH NOHOHOHOHOHO!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!! FUHUHUHUKUHUHUHUHU WHAHAHAHAHAHAHY?!?! *asked Kyle through his laughter, struggling to free his arms and legs from Fuku's fire* HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Fuku: Heeheeheehee! Because you move around too much, you lil' cutie. *Fuku answered, right as she sat up in a cross-legged position on the couch* Seriously! It's so hard to keep up with you!
Ash: Heheheheheh. Nice one, babe! Kinda wish you would've done that before now but still, nice one!
Fuku: Heeheeheeheehee! Thank you! X3 Heeheeheeheehee!
Kyle: HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!! *Kyle laughed once more, wiggling lightly in his fire restraints, which Fuku adored a little too much* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! KYEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHEE!!!!
Fuku: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Kyle, oh my gosh, stop being so fricking cute! X3
Ash: Heheheheh. No, you stop being so fricking cute, babe! X3 *teased Ash, causing Fuku to blush bright red*
After a while, Ash lifted up Kyle's shirt and began blowing several raspberries on his back, causing his laughter to shoot up about half an octave as well as several squeaks to escape from his mouth. And while Ash was doing that, Fuku moved over to the opposite side of the couch and scribbled her fingers lightly against the soles of his bare feet, bringing his laughter up an entire octave. Kyle was laughing, squealing, squeaking, and everything in between. And he laughed so hard he cried once again, his face completely drenched in his own tears. And it only got worse halfway in, because at that point, Ash threw her fingers into the mix; tickling his sides and armpits with said fingers while continuing to blow raspberries on his back; and Fuku threw her tickly fire into the mix; encasing his legs in tickly fire while continuing to tickle his feet with her fingers. So many ticklish sensations at once, it was overwhelming for Kyle. But he still enjoyed it nonetheless, wiggling and squiggling as much as his movement allowed him to do so and waving his feet and wiggling his toes with every passing second.
Ash: PBFFFFFFFFFFFFF… PBFFFFFFFFFFFFFF… PBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF…
Kyle: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SQUEAK* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! *SQUEAK* HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEEHEEHEEHEE HEEHEEHEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!! *SQUEAK* GAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SQUEAK* GYEEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHEE HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEEHEEHEE!!!! *SQUEAK* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Fuku: Heeheeheehee! Enjoying yourself, Kyle? *asked Fuku cheekily, right as she began wiggling her fingers all willy nilly in between his little toes*
Kyle: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! NOHOHOHOHO!!!! *SQUEAK* HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!! NO, I AM NOHOHOHOHOT, *SQUEAK* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, EN… *SQUEAK* HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEEE, ENJOYING… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! NO, I AM NO ENJOHOHOHOYING MYSELF!!!! *lied Kyle whilst laughing, his ticklishness getting the best of him once again* HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHA!!!! *SQUEAK* *SQUEAK* KYEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHEE HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Fuku: Heeheeheehee! Oh, you liar! Liar, liar, PANTS ON FIRE! Hahahahahaha! Get it? Hahahahahahaha! Get it, Ash? Because… his pants… are actually on fire.
Ash: Heheheheheh. Yep! Hilarious, babe! *said Ash in between raspberries, humoring her girlfriend*
Fuku: Heeheeheehee! *Fuku simply giggled in response, proud of herself for her recent remark*
Kyle: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SQUEAK* KYEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHEE!!!!
The tickle torture continued until the fire surrounding Kyle's legs completely dissipated, which didn't take a tremendously long amount of time to do but it felt like a long while to Kyle as he laughed his precious head off due to two teenage girls tickling him like there was no tomorrow. And once Fuku freed him from her fire trap, he jetted straight to the bathroom to relieve himself once again. That was smart of Kyle because if Fuku and Ash do what he thinks they're going to do either the moment he returns to the living room or shortly after he returns to the living room, he'd definitely pee his pants!
A few minutes later…
Kyle: Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee! *giggled Kyle excitedly while making his way back to the living room, in anticipation to what Fuku and Ash have in store for him next*
Fuku: Oooooh, is that a giggly little boy I hear? *asked Fuku cheekily, adoring her little brother's precious giggles*
Kyle: Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee! *giggled Kyle once more in response, while shaking his head yes*
Ash: Heheheheh. Why, yes it is, babe. And would this little boy care to explain to us why he's so giggly?
Kyle: Heeheeheeheeheehee! Because… Heeheeheeheeheehee… Because… Heeheeheeheeheeeheehee… Beeheeheecahahahause you're… Pffff… Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! *Kyle suddenly laughed out loud while grabbing his belly*
Fuku: Heeheeheeheehee! You can't even say, can you?
Kyle: Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! *Kyle laughed once more, now shaking his head no*
Ash: Hmm… You wouldn't by chance be thinking that one of us is about to be tickling your belly, are you? *asked Ash cheekily, causing Kyle to burst into hearty laughter despite not even being tickled by neither her nor Fuku*
Kyle: PFFFFFBWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *laughed Kyle, backing a few steps away from the girls only to end up being grabbed by one of them; Ash*
Ash: Oh no, no running away. *cooed Ash, springing off of the couch to grab Kyle and pick him up and bear hug him, which she did in a matter of seconds* Heheheheh. Not on my watch, little dude.
Kyle: HAHAHAHHAHA! OHOHOH NOHOHO! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!
Ash then pinned Kyle down against the couch on his back. Then shortly after Kyle was pinned down by Ash, Fuku used fire magic to keep him held down against the couch; green fire surrounding his arms at the wrists and his legs at the ankles. With nowhere to run, Kyle was at the girls' mercy once again and as tempting as it was for both of them to target his belly at the same time, they took turns wreaking havoc on his immensely ticklish belly instead; first Fuku with her gentle tickles. But Fuku didn't simply target his belly first. No, being the cheeky big sister that she is, she gradually built up to it, first digging her index fingers in the hollows of Kyle's armpits shortly after kneeling over him with his hips sandwiched between her knees. And just as she did before, she gradually increased the number of fingers as time went by, starting with two fingers and ending with all ten fingers.
Kyle: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!! *squealed Kyle the moment he felt Fuku digging her index fingers into his sensitive armpits, jerking so heavily at the sudden touch that he almost made Fuku fall forward and on top of him* KYEEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! *he laughed both heartily and preciously, melting Fuku's heart even faster now that she can see his laughing expression* OH MAHAHAHAHAN!!! AAAAHHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! HOHOHOHOLY MACAROHOHOHONI!!! EEEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! FUKUUUUUUUUHUHUHUHUHUHUHU!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! FUKU, YOUR FINGERS!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!
Fuku: Heeheeheehee! Oh? What about them, you little cutie wootie patootie? *asked Fuku cheekily, right as she threw two more fingers into the mix*
Kyle: EEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!! THEY TICK… HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAAHAHA!!! THEY TICKLE!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HOHOHOLY GUACAMOLE, THEY TICKLE!!! KYEEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!
Fuku: Heeheeheeheehee! Well of course they do, you silly little boy, you super ticklish little boy! X3
Kyle: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
After a while, Fuku stopped tickling Kyle's armpits and gave him a breather. A short one, just long enough to tell him to breathe and ask if he was ok. And right after he smiled cutely and nodded yes, Fuku began scribbling her fingers all over his neck, causing him to laugh and giggle once more. But that wasn't all Fuku did. Since her fingers were in close proximity to his cheeks, she ended up pinching and also pecking said cheeks after a while. She couldn't help herself. She simply couldn't help herself. Kyle has such pinchable and kissable cheeks. And who better to pinch and kiss them than his big sister, Fuku! X3 And every single one of her pinches and kisses tickled Kyle too. Not enough to make him laugh out loud but enough to get him giggling. And while Fuku was giving Kyle affection, Ash stood idly by and smirked at the precious sight.
Ash: Heheheheh. You sure do love your little brother, don't you, babe?
Fuku: Heeheehee! You bet I do. Heeheehee! Oh, Ash, why do human kids have to be so darn cute?!
Ash: Heheheheh. Well if that's how you feel, then why haven't you shown that kind of affection to that Frisk kid?
Fuku: Heeheehee! Because Kyle's cuter than Frisk, girl! Heeheehee! And I'm not just saying that because he's my little brother. I really do think he's cuter than Frisk. *stated Fuku honestly, causing Kyle to blush as red as he possibly could, which in turn made her squee like the schoolgirl that she is and start tickling his sides, kneading her fingers into them as if she were molding clay* Heeheehee… hee… hee……… Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! Kyle, oh my god!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! You're killing me!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! Your cuteness is killing me!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! Noooooooo!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! No, I'm gonna die before I can even tickle your belly!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!
Fuku by no means died from an exposure to too much cuteness, obviously. XD But she did however struggle to hold off tickling Kyle's belly after witnessing him blush the way he did after hearing her say that she finds him cuter than Frisk. It melted her heart so much. But she couldn't give in! She just couldn't give in! She had to give his sides, hips, and ribs the tickles they so rightfully deserved first. And luckily for her, she managed to do exactly that thanks to Ash grabbing hold of her arms at the wrists every time she moved any one of her fingers in the direction of Kyle's belly. Four times! Four times Ash had to grab hold of Fuku's wrists! And Ash wasn't all that gentle while grabbing hold of Fuku's wrists either, due to how quickly she needed to grab them every time she saw Fuku move her fingers in the direction of Kyle's belly. But Fuku would've taken minor wrist pain over Ash tickling her any day, because every single time those skilled demon fingers of Ash's dance anywhere on her sensitive body, she loses every sense of concentration she has. And Fuku didn't want to end up doing something that could hurt Kyle while she had him trapped underneath her on the couch, like fall over on top of him, for example. So no tickles for Fuku until Kyle's a safe distance away from her.
Kyle: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *Kyle laughed once more, Fuku tickling his sides, hips, and ribs before giving his belly her full attention* HEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEEEHEHEEEHEEHEEHEEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! (.........”Well she wants to be the queen, then she thinks about her scene, pulls her hair back as she screams. I don’t really wanna be the queen.” ……...But tell me, did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded and that heaven is overrated? And tell me, did you fall for a shooting star? One without a permanent scar, and did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?” ………”And I won't give up if you don't give up. I won't give up if you don't give up. I won't give up if you don't give up. I won't give up if you don't give up. I need a sign to let me know you're here………”) *he sang in his head with every passing second Fuku danced her fingers against his sides, hips, and ribs; kneading them, drumming her fingers against them, raking her fingers against them, scribbling her fingers against them, etc.*
Just like how Fuku was struggling to hold off tickling Kyle's belly, Kyle himself was struggling to simply wait for belly tickles from Fuku. The anticipation was killing poor Kyle, with every passing second Fuku held off tickling his completely vulnerable belly. At least until he found a way to pass the time; by singing excerpts of songs by his birth mother and stepfather's favorite band when they were alive in his head as he laughed, squealed, squirmed, and flailed in Fuku's clutches. By singing excerpts of songs by his birth mother and stepfather's (and his as well) favorite band, whoever it is, in his head (one of which he can sing to Patty if he asks her to be his girlfriend one day and another he can sing to her if he ends up proposing to her one day X3), Kyle managed to make what felt like a long waiting period go by much faster. And he didn't stop until Fuku actually started tickling his belly. And once Fuku started tickling his belly, the first thing she did was simply drum her fingers against it, every ticklish inch of it, for that was all she needed to do to get him in stitches. X3
Kyle: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!! KYAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHA!!! OH MY GOSH, YOHOHOU'RE DOING IT!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU'RE FINALLY DOOHOOHOOING IT!!! *exclaimed Kyle through his extremely bubbly laughter, expressing his excitement for Fuku tickling his belly at last* HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHHAAHAHAHAHA!!! EEEEEEEEEP!!! OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! EEEEEEEEEEP!!! EEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEEHEEHEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Fuku: Heeheeheehee! I am! *sniffles* And it was so worth the wait too! *stated Fuku as she continued drumming her fingers against Kyle's belly and crying a little due to how cute his reactions to the belly tickles were*
Fuku then spent the next while doing nothing but tickling Kyle's belly, building up his laughter with every passing second she spent drumming, raking, and scribbling her fingers all over every ticklish inch of it; right up until lifting up his shirt enough to expose his belly and swirling one of her index fingers and then a fire feather directly inside his bellybutton, to really get him squealing. And boy, did Kyle ever squeal, for his bellybutton is a hyper sensitive spot! Just one little poke and off he goes, sounding like a little tea kettle in between his various spurts of bubbly laughter.
Kyle: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! HAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! BWAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! KYEEEHEEHEHEEEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEE HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEEHEHEEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! FUKUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHU!!!! NOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Fuku: Ahahahahawww! Ash, he sounds like a little tea kettle! *cooed Fuku, overtaken by her little brother’s cuteness yet again*
Ash: Eeeeeeeeeeeee! I know! Now what do suppose he’ll sound like while having his belly and feet tickled at the same time? *asked Ash cheekily, eager to join in*
Fuku: Heeheeheeheehee! Well, you can find out right after I do at least ten of these. *Fuku answered, mere seconds before pressing her lips against Kyle's belly and blowing several fire raspberries on it* PBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF… PBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF… PBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF… PBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF………
Kyle: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFWAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAAHHAAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *Kyle laughed maniacally, quivering his immensely sensitive stomach every single time a raspberry was blown on it; each raspberry more tickly than the last* HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOLY GYAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SQUEAK* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! KYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SQUEAK* HEEHEEHEEHEHEEEHEEHEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!! *SQUEAK* OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOWOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO HOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOO HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA HAHHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
At this point, the only thing Kyle could do was laugh… and squeak… and squeal, for Fuku was performing the most effective method of tickling on his most ticklish spot! The “dreaded” raspberries on his hyper sensitive belly, and laughing his head off not only because of how much they tickle but also because of how they sounded like flatulence, something that he and many other boys his age and around his age find to be quite hilarious. And he did even more laughing, squeaking, and squealing once Fuku threw her fingers into the mix; wiggling them wildly against his belly’s bare skin both in between and while blowing raspberries on said belly; and once Ash joined in and tickled his legs and bare feet; starting with rough raking motions with her fingers against the former until ultimately scribbling her fingers wildly against the soles of the latter as well as wiggling her fingers all willy nilly in between each one of his little toes. To sum it all up, Kyle was in one heck of a ticklish pickle, Fuku tickling his belly and Ash tickling his bare feet. Madness! Pure madness as the two girls targeted his most sensitive spots at the same exact time! At least until they stopped to give him one last breather; a lengthy one, before their final course of action. And boy, did Kyle ever need a breather! He had laughed so hard and thrashed around so much that he was literally gasping for air by the time Fuku and Ash stopped tickling him, prompting the former to then release him from her fire restraints long enough to stretch his limbs. And he had cried so much while laughing and thrashing that everything surrounding him was a watery blur, prompting Ash to then dry his eyes with at least three tissues. How considerate of them. X3 For such devilish ticklers, Fuku and Ash both really do know how to look after Kyle. They love him very much and one of their ways of expressing how much they love Kyle is tickling him to precious pieces. X3 And boy, do they know how to get him laughing, as made evident by all of the tickling they've done thus far. But it won't be completely over until Kyle's belly gets some attention from Ash. With her rough tickling and demon raspberries, Kyle will surely be in for a treat. ;)
TO BE CONTINUED...
#undertale tickle#undertale tickling#kindess soul#upperbody tickling#belly tickling#raspberry tickling#feet tickling#fuku fire#skateboard girl
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The Deities (Angels Fall AU)
Trigger Warning: Contains mentions of death.
Iyla - The Goddess of Life
Personality: Iyla is a very good-hearted and kind woman who genuinely cares. She is fearless, brave, and appears to be reckless. She adores nature and has a strong attachment to it. She used to be a normal half-monster, so she has a soft spot for all the creatures on Earth. She isn't afraid to say what she thinks and has a wonderful relationship with her older twin sister, Pele. She ensures that each angel, disciple, and so on under her care is well cared for and not harmed. She isn't afraid of magic and enjoys seeing people gain control of healing magic so that they can save many plants. She's just a lovely, inquisitive woman.
Appearance: Iyla appears to be a very young woman with long white hair and green eyes. She appears to be 5'3". She has a slightly chubby figure, while also being hourglass-shaped. She is fair-skinned. She is a half-goat monster and her goat monster form has a pale coat with powerful green eyes.
Link: https://picrew.me/image_maker/167775
Pele - The Goddess of Death
Personality: Pele is the near opposite of her younger twin sister. She is a patient and kind woman, but she is harsher and stricter than her sister. She is far more reserved than Iyla. Pele is constantly concerned about her twin sister, to the point of arguing against some of her decisions that could endanger her life. In comparison to her sister, she demonstrates tough love, and she also has a soft spot for Earth's creatures. She changes the way she transports SOULS to Earth depending on how they were in life, their age, or the cause of death. She is a reassuring presence for deceased children and elders.
Appearance: Pele appears to be a very young woman with long white hair and green eyes. She is identical to her twin sister. She appears to be 5'5". She has a slightly petite figure, while also being hourglass-shaped. She is fair-skinned. She is a half-goat monster and her goat monster form has a pale coat with powerful green eyes.
Link: https://picrew.me/image_maker/167775
Isaac - The God of the Forge
Personality: He's a strict individual who isn't afraid to lash out at anyone who interferes with his work. He is a harsh and hostile individual who is not afraid to warn and fight anyone who disrupts his work unceremoniously. He is Iyla and Pele's older brother, but this is not widely known. He is easily irritated and does not take crap from anyone. He will not be disrespected, but he has a great deal of respect for the Executioners and will personally make their weapons for them. He is a workaholic who is obsessed with his job. He tries to keep up with the Executioners, whose training is also rigorous. He is closest to his two younger sisters.
Appearance: Isaac appears to be a young man with black hair and green eyes. He appears to be 6'3". He has an agile, muscular figure, while also being hourglass-shaped. He is fair-skinned. He is a half-goat monster and his goat monster form has a pale coat with powerful green eyes.
Link: https://picrew.me/image_maker/54346
Faye - Goddess of Mercy
Personality: Faye is a gentle and kind person who gives her all in everything she does. Her mother adores her and worries about her safety. She, like her aunt, has a deep love for humanity and monsters. She's patient and kind, and she looks up to her mother and aunt a lot. She is learning how to properly control her powers because her control is shaky at best. She tries to be as merciful as possible and to understand people as much as possible. Unlike her strict mother, she is frequently exhausted and extremely relaxed. She enjoys knitting and sewing. She is also interested in blacksmiths and looks up to her uncle.
Appearance: She is a half-elemental fire monster. She looks similar to fuku fire as she is 15-years-old but her flames are red. She has green eyes from the looks of it. In human form, she has green eyes and red hair. She also is 5'2". She also has freckles.
Link: https://picrew.me/image_maker/54346
Bourne - The God of the Ocean
Personality: Despite being a normally carefree and gentle God, he is regarded as quite unpredictable. He can also be cruel and vengeful to those who have wronged him. He has the ability and will kill someone who has wronged him. He doesn't usually go out of his way to do so, unless it's because someone he cares about has died or someone has disrespected the other, gentler Deities. He murdered a man for murdering a human lover he had, and he hasn't had a lover since. He is a devoted friend of Isaac and Tyr, and he will go to any length to protect them. He is loyal to the Deities and helps Tyr train the Executioners part-time.
Appearance: He is a sea monster similar to Viper, Dextera, and Eowyn. He has sharp teeth and appears to be a sort of sea serpent. His anthropomorphic form is similar to Viper's but he prefers his human form. He's 6'7" in human form. (Despite the resemblance, he is not related to James the Human or his family.)
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#angels fall au#angel's fall au#god of the forge#god of the ocean#Goddess of Life#Goddess of Death#Ocs#info dump#deities#Gods#took a while#oc info#the beast tamer#god of war and justice#one human one angel and two demons au
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Toonami Weekly Recap 02/19/2022
Attack on Titan: The Final Season (War for Paradis Arc) EP#18 (77) - Sneak Attack: The freed Survey Corps eventually decide to help Eren, though Mikasa expresses her doubts about Eren's motives. Meanwhile, the vicious battle of Eren against Reiner and Porco continues, with Eren slowly gaining the upper hand. Suddenly, Zeke arrives as the Beast Titan on top of Wall Maria and begins to attack the Marleyan airships, soldiers, and warriors. The Survey Corps force the Jaegerists to free the jailed members of the Military Police and Garrison Regiment, including Commander Pyxis who offers to lead a group of soldiers who have drunk the wine tainted with Zeke's blood to fend off the invaders. Nile reunites Falco with Gabi and Colt, and together they race to stop Zeke from screaming and turning Falco and the tainted soldiers into titans. Pieck fakes the death of the Cart Titan enabling Magath to fire a shot at the Beast Titan's nape with the anti-Titan cannon, gravely wounding Zeke and causing him to fall from the wall into the city. As Eren limps towards the fallen Beast Titan, Reiner rushes to stop Eren from coming into contact with Zeke.
Shenmue The Animation EP#03 - Yin-Yang: Thanks to the pottery shop owner, Ryo finally deciphers the letter that was addressed to his father. The letter states to seek help from a man named Master Chen. After calling him on the phone and arriving at the town harbor warehouse district, Ryo is sacked by Chen men and secretly taken to their warehouse, where he learns more about the man who killed his father, Lan Di, who is revealed a high-ranking member of the Chinese mafia called the Chi You Men. Ryo learns that Lan Di is after two mirrors, and has already taken the dragon mirror. Ryo and the Chen conclude that his father must have been hiding the phoenix mirror elsewhere. Back at home, Ine notes that Iwao visited an antique dealer days before he died to give him something. Ryo visits the dealer store and learns the item that his father left was the family crest. Days later in a practice session, Fuku mentions two odd slots in the dojo that have been covered by scrolls. Ryo figures out the slots are for the family crest and sword, and is able to unlock a secret room that was hiding the phoenix mirror. At the warehouse, Ryo shows the mirror to Master Chen and Guizhang and learns more about the history of the mirrors that'll resurrect a being known as Chi You. Out of nowhere, Chai, who attacked Ryo at the dojo, ambushes them and manages to steal the mirror, but is unable to escape with it due to quick thinking from Master Chen. Master Chen believes the man to be a member of either the Chi You Men or Mad Angels. Ryo asks if he can locate Lan Di through the Mad Angels. Wanting to know where Lan Di would go next, Master Chen answers Hong Kong, with Ryo announcing his intention to follow him there.
Made in Abyss (Seeker Camp Arc) EP#06 - Seeker Camp: Ozen releases Reg's extendable arms and lowers a gondola, allowing Riko and Reg inside the Seeker Camp. After finally meeting Ozen and her apprentice Marulk, Riko thanks Ozen for carrying her to the surface long ago, though Ozen amusingly points out that she had considered abandoning Riko many times. Ozen lends Blue Whistles to Riko and Reg in exchange for Lyza's White Whistle. Riko and Reg quickly befriend Marulk, who became a Blue Whistle at a young age due to being a direct apprentice of Ozen. After Riko is fascinated by old relics stowed away, Marulk wishes that Riko and Reg can stay a bit longer so they can delve together. However, Riko reluctantly declines since her mission is to find Lyza at the bottom of the Abyss. That night, Riko encounters a strange creature while looking for the bathroom, having to flee back to her bedroom. The next morning, Ozen takes Riko and Reg to her private chamber. Along the way, Ozen says that Lyza is dead, since she recovered the letter from a grave in the fourth layer, also claiming that the note was not handwritten by Lyza. Once inside the chamber, Riko sees the Curse-Repelling Vessel.
Assassination Classroom Season 2 EP#09 (31) - Round Two Time: As the students of Class 3-E are in the process of deciding on their future careers, Nagisa believes that he should become a professional assassin, but Koro-sensei tells him to give it some more thought. Nagisa comes home to his mother Hiromi Shiota, who urges Nagisa to move out of Class 3-E due to his poor grades and becomes hostile when Nagisa insists on staying in Class 3-E. On the next day, Koro-sensei agrees on Nagisa's behalf to impersonate Karasuma for a parent-teacher meeting with Hiromi, stating to her that Nagisa will not be allowed to leave Class 3-E unless solely desired. Unwilling to take no for an answer, Hiromi later drugs Nagisa when he eats dinner and drives him to the old campus. She tries to have him commit arson to the old campus in order to sever his connections with Class 3-E. However, they are interrupted by a whip-wielding hitman who is targeting Koro-sensei. Nagisa uses his assassination skills to take down the hitman and protect his mother. Choosing to pursue a different career, Nagisa decides to work hard to support Hiromi, who lets him stay in Class 3-E.
Cowboy Bebop EP#15 - My Funny Valentine: Faye meets an important man from her past, and the source of her massive debt is revealed.
Slightly Damned Page 1040: https://www.sdamned.com/comic/1040
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I'm going to answer these pretty much in a rant because I got words for real for real. I have been strewing on this all day.
But first I did some more digging and found the original poster on twitter who pretty much from SERVERAL flow charts of shit people(anti)s have said about ships.
From the age gap, race, incest, and abuse. This was made two years ago so it finally cross my shore last night.
Here's the Twitter Tread
Here's the Tumblr post
But here's the chart I'm just going to focus on
So actually last night I was going to do another post about this because the " shipping minor when you're an adult is pedophile" really got me puzzled.
Ok
There are ships like Usa/ Mamo and others that I shipped when I was kid. Along with Hegla/ Arnold, Danny/Sam, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione to name a few. Like I shipped Usa/Mamo like before I knew what shipping was. That's why they have the tag My Babies cause they are my first true ship that I was really fully invested in when I was watching on Toonami at when I was 8 and 9..
So since I'm an adult now, I can't ship them anymore? I only can ship them when I was child?
So now I can't ship like Mari/Adrien, Cinder/Kai, Scarlett/Wolf, Feyre/ Rhys, because I am adult watching these shows and reading these books??
It's like what logic does that make?
I feel like its a way to try and combat NSFW fanfics and artwork from being made with these ships but this going to the extreme.
Especially the fact rule 34 is always there which people can give a damn about these charts.
They still going to make art that is extremely lewd with characters aka porn/hentai.
Like I don't want to see Usagi breast and ass hanging out her fuku while being bent over looking submissive and helpless while a tentacle is going into her ass.
I had to block a twitter which all they posted is Sailor Moon Hentai and I was very disturbed.
Also this doesn't give any nuance for NSFW works that are done in a very tasteful manner in the respect of the characters and the fans. Like artistic nudity and characters exploring their feelings and emotions towards sex while using their own experiences as a the background.
Doesn't give any nuance to works that are just clean with no mature content at all either.
Everything is not black and white when comes to FICTIONAL work.
Not all content creators who make more mature content is trying to get their kicks off by having characters are in age ranges where hormones' are starting to flare in situations where the complexes of emotions needs to be discussed.
Also with thing with Age 25 is the fact your brain is fully developed at 25 which to me is a round about way to stop what I have been arguing about a 30 year old plus trying to hit on a 18 year old.
Instead of just going out and saying that an true adult should not be hitting on someone whole just tuned 18.
Because I just thought about an erotica book I read long time ago where the heroine is 18 on paper but honestly act like 16 who is very naïve and the hero is 30 years old acting very possessive daddy figure over a girl he was lusting after since she was 16 since he was her bodyguard's. That could be his daughter but got a hard on when he saw her in a bathing suit at 13… who probably stole the bathing suit after so he can cum on it. Which when she turns 18 he kidnap's her and finally fulfilled his dream which she wanted as well.
THAT MY FRIENDS IS PEDOPHILLA AND GROOMING!
He knew her since she was a child since he was her bodyguard's and was lusting over her .
Oh ho ho! That’s fine cause she’s 18 so she’s legal and he’s being labeled as protective! Since he waited FIVE years to do what he wanted to do when she was 13! A CHILD! HE LUSTED AFTER A CHILD! WHICH IT'S NOT OK HE WAITED UNTIL SHE WAS AN "ADULT" TO ACT UPON IT! EVEN THO SHE STILL ACTED LIKE A CHILD AND BRAIN STILL WASN'T FULLY DEVEOPLED UNTIL SHE'S 25!
But people read their shit and don't saying anything because the heroine is 18 when they have sex.
Because Pedophilia and grooming is a serious subject
I have a degree in Psychology in which the majorly of the classes I took was child development.
I really wish UAB had a whole class dealing with Pedophilia, grooming and child sexual abuse by itself since it such a serious subject instead of just always being a chapter here or there in development classes..
I have work with kids for like 6 years in which I'm still trying to decide do I want to get my masters in teaching or counselling.
Every kid I worked with I really really prayed that wasn't something they had to deal with when they went home. If heaven forbid they did I hope they had an adult to go to tell them what was up and actually believe them.
So I take this shit seriously so when I constantly see bullshit like this where fictional characters have more protection then actual REAL kids it's frustrate me to no end.
Because they clearly don't understand the severity of pedophilia, grooming, and child sexual abuse.
So throwing out those words when there is a small age gap, when your culture telling you a certain age means they are adults t when other culture's don't ahead to that rule, adults who either was kids watching these shows or adults' now watching these shows with their younger siblings, kids, nieces and nephews, and adults writing this content using their experiences from when they were kids to create content for kids and adults is DANGEROUS .
Which doesn't do shit but just throw smoke and doesn't solve the actual problem.
THAT REAL KIDS ARE GETTING PREYED ON BY REAL SICK PEOPLE!
Because a tumblr or twitter post can not fully educate you unless they have the proper links from proper sources that you can read up on these subjects from Psychology Today, Child Advocacy Sites, DSM Five from the APA, Peer Reviewed articles and sometimes an actual online course that talks about the laws in your particular state.
I'm just sick of it.
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a hunter investigates a ghost in the woods that has been plaguing the village & terrorizing the other local hunters, only to find it to be a long lost friend. longer short story, about 20 pages in normal format. written by jan van gouden.
The hunter Genjirou liked to fancy himself a bit of a local celebrity, as he brought in the majority of the food for the village– fat pheasants, meaty rabbits, even sometimes a wild boar. The village was one that did not so much pride itself on its inhabitants’ individualism as it did their sense of community. They didn’t care to have the claim to fame of any famous actor born there, nor any famous samurai… they cared for one another deeply, & silently agreed not to get caught up in any selfish ambition. The artists of Passions collaborated & worked on elaborate projects together, the children always played together, the hunters often hunted together.
Despite his self-assurance, Genjirou was actually quite unpopular amongst the villagers, & considered rude for hunting individually. They did not care for his talent, and while they ate his food, they did not do it with so much enjoyment, perhaps finding it soured by his individualism. Nobody in Passions liked to gossip, but if they did, there would certainly be some cruel words exchanged about the hunter behind his back, especially from the other hunters, who were deep-down jealous of the considerable stock he seemed to always bring back every time he hunted.
Genjirou did not pay these sentiments any mind, even as he was intimately aware they were abrew. He’d grown up parent-less and knew he at least had some of the village’s sympathy over at least that fact, & that they presumed he was so stand-offish because he felt he was alone in the world. Sometimes a pretty young maiden, Fuku, sought him out and offered him lilies from her garden, but he rejected her kindness. He did not do so cruelly, only smiling and asking if she didn’t have anybody more handsome to tend her attentions to, that a pretty girl like her shouldn’t worry over a guy like him…
This only spurred Fuku’s interest in him, & she’d secretly follow him on hunts sometimes, watching with intense interest as he played his game. Fish, deer, wild boar, & even a bear once! Over the course of a few weeks, her friends finally convinced her to stop following him & offering lilies, & she did, although deep in her heart she still loved him.
“Look at that Genjirou, there’s a storm brewing on his face,” a village elder murmured to her husband, fanning herself as the two sat on a bench outside a small store. “He’s probably realising he can’t stop pushing the world away, but is in denial,” her husband chuckled, as he knit away at what looked like a baby sweater. “He’s young, isn’t he, only twenty-two? He’s probably going through a phase… not too long ago, he used to be quite social.”
They chuckled quietly but averted their gaze when Genjirou stomped by, pale, rushing into the store. The store owner couldn’t help but to giggle when he walked in, propping her arm up on the counter. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she remarked, choosing to busy herself with dusting off some vases.
“Why did nobody tell me a man was murdered in the woods?” Genjirou exclaimed, staring at her like she was a monster. He had come across a corpse earlier that day, already purplish from decay, bloated beyond recognition, & on full display in the middle of the grounds where he usually hunted. “You would have known if you hunted with the others,” she scolded him, flicking her feather duster towards him. Genjirou grit his teeth. Sometimes the people of Passions worked on his nerves insatiably– he was introverted by nature, shy, & didn’t like to constantly associate with others like everyone else seemed to, & it always seemed to blow up in his face. Namely, everybody always knew “the scoop” on everything, while he was left blind as a bat on any news, & had to practically beg.
He already knew the shopkeeper knew the story behind the corpse. His demeanor suddenly grew much more meek, and sheepish, as he asked, “What is the story behind him? It’s odd a body just lies so disgracefully in the middle of a clearing like that.”
She pursed her lips. “I’m afraid you’ll have to ask the hunters; they told me not to tell you the story… as for why he was there…” A hum; she wrinkled her nose in disapproval and lowered her voice. “That was a mean prank; they were messing with you because you never hunt with them… I don’t like to gossip, but I think it was very rude, not to mention disrespectful to the deceased, that they did that… I think they’ll be lucky if they’re not haunted on their next hunts.”
A glint of curiosity shone in her eyes. “What did you do when you saw the body? I think I would have passed out, tee hee.”
“I buried it,” Genjirou said simply. He found it disgraceful already how the disfigured corpse was laid out in the middle of the grass, even if it was clothed in burial robes, but he found it even more disgraceful somebody had placed it there on purpose.
“You buried it!” she gasped, putting a hand to her mouth. “That’s even more scary… what if it wants a grave? What if it haunts the whole village? Oh, oh….” She paused. “...one more thing… please don’t tell the hunters I told you about what they did when you get with them. I have a bit of a big mouth, if I’m being honest. But, you weren’t supposed to know they moved the corpse. Only ask about the corpse itself, ok?”
Genjirou felt his mood entirely ruined, but, grumbling, he agreed, then left the store to find the hunters.
He found them easily, like they were hoping to be found, outside a building exchanging words & laughing. When Genjirou approached them, they fell silent, and the humour in their eyes turned a reproachful coldness. They wore their hair in prim and trim top-knots, as was customary, while Genjirou wore his uncut & loose, only inviting more scorn from the villagers. Scorn, scorn, scorn. He sometimes just wanted to go wild, feeling like no matter what he did, it wouldn’t matter; he wouldn’t be accepted anyways!
“Good afternoon, Genjirou,” one spoke up, putting a hand up to him. “How was the hunt?”
“What was with the corpse in the woods?”
The hunters exchanged a few odd looks with one another. “Oh, you saw it, too? Wasn’t that scary? He wasn’t someone from our village, we know that for sure.”
Genjirou wanted to ask them to cut the bullshit, but he was too polite. Still, a wrinkle in his brow conveyed his frustration. “What’s his story? Who was he? Why was he just out in the open like that?”
After a long silence, one finally said, “Choyakoshi. We’re guessing that’s his name, anyways, since the characters were crudely written in ink on his kimono somewhere.” Choyakoshi had worn a slightly tattered, dirtied white kimono. It was folded right-over-left, meaning he must have been buried in it. “Why wasn’t he buried?” Genjirou repeated his question, but worded it differently.
The hunters exchanged glances with each other, & ultimately shrugged. “We don’t know, either. We’re sending one of the morticians to the mountain tomorrow to see what he can figure out.”
“You don’t need to do that,” Genjirou said hesitantly, drawing questioning glances. “I already buried him.”
“You buried him!” one of the hunters exclaimed. “What if he isn’t happy with the burial, & he haunts our village because of it?!”
“Then let him!” Genjirou spat. “I’ll be happier with that!”
He stormed off, blocking out the commotion the other hunters caused in his trail.
Did you hear that? I know Genjirou isn’t very social, but I think he totally hates us!
How dare he! We haven’t done anything to him, & now he’s practically wishing some ghost would come haunt us?
What nerve! What if this Choyakoshi is a cruel and vengeful spirit?
Genjirou didn’t let their words get to him– he knew that no matter what he did, they’d find some reason to dislike him. Same old same old.
At least, he thought their words didn’t get to him. That evening, nobody touched a lick of the considerably-smaller-than-usual bit of food he’d brought to the village dinner, and not even Fuku attempted to say a word to him, averting her gaze when he pleadingly looked over at her. She giggled instead with her friend, ignoring him as he stared emptily at his plate.
In times of good weather, the village always insisted every dinner be shared, outside, and the village leader would make a big deal about having a vast space cleared out, and every person who could cook or hunt or farm bringing something to the great potluck. Genjirou attended because he felt obligated to more than anything, but after quietly finishing his food, his sense of obligation disappeared, along with him, as he receded to his house.
It was considered very rude to leave before everybody had finished eating, and of course, there was a tiny uproar and a string of murmurs as Genjirou left. He’s so cold; what’s his problem?
It’s bad enough that he already hunts alone… does he really have to make such a point out of being an outcast?
I wish he would just be friends with us already. Can’t he see how hard we’re trying to help him fit in?
Parents or no parents, you’d think that after twenty-two years of living here, he’d know how to behave. Tsk.
Genjirou felt immensely weak and pitiful as he brushed tears from his eyes that night, silently sobbing himself to sleep. He didn’t get out of bed the following morning to hunt as he usually did, finding he couldn’t work up the energy nor the passion to. In fact, he slept until about noon, and even when he officially woke up, he just lay there, contemplating if in fact he was very rude and dislikable, and whether he should work on his personality. He self-consciously fretted, melting into a puddle of his own thoughts, and crying, for a good two hours, unable to piece together just why he was feeling so miserable.
He was fairly well-off from what money he did make selling furs & other homemade goods from the leftovers of his prey to other villages & sometimes the villagers. He was very fit, & had someone who he knew had a crush on him, even if he wasn’t interested, so he couldn’t be ugly. He didn’t feel particularly sad, so why was he still crying? If nothing else, he was very thankful no one from the village could see him in such a pitiful state.
Right as he thought this, a knock sounded at the door and he stifled a yelp, quickly wiping as much from his eyes as he could. The knock sounded again, more urgently, and he squinted as he opened the door, the sun glaring at him from up above. “Genjirou, I don’t want to sound accusatory, but–” It was the shopkeeper, Toyo, rapidly fanning herself. “–have you been hunting today?”
“I just woke up,” Genjirou said so earnestly she knew he wasn’t lying. “Oh, it’s just terrible… the hunters sent me to come get you; they want you to come to my shop…”
“Why didn’t they come get me themselves?” Genjirou asked, irritated. Toyo fanned herself, hiding the lower half of her face, eyes shifting to the side. Genjirou didn’t ask again. “Fine. May I at least know what happened?”
“They wanted to tell you themselves… don’t tell them I told you already, but the hunter Hideto died today… he’d been pierced by an arrow! Please follow me… they’re trying to blame you for it; they’re very sore right now.”
Genjirou didn’t bother cleaning up, & garnered some odd looks as he followed Toyo through town, still wearing his sleeping robes, hair disheveled and eyes heavy. It was clear that, at two o’clock in the afternoon, he had just gotten out of bed. For the villagers, who usually operated on a clock from eight A.M to nine P.M, this was very unusual. At the store, Genjirou was immediately confronted by the remaining seven of the eight hunters. “Were you out hunting today, Genjirou?” one spit accusingly, jabbing a finger against his chest. “I was not!” Genjirou immediately defended himself, covering his chest, half to protect it, and half self-consciously, as he realised it was mostly bare.
Toyo pretended to be busy in the background, feverishly organising some trinkets on a high shelf in order from small to large and then back to large to small. The hunters glared at him suspiciously, but like Toyo, they had no reason not to believe the man who looked like he’d just woken up. Good thing I wasn’t, he thought to himself, thinking back on his profound moment of sadness. As awful as it had been, it saved him from getting tangled up in these accusations. “Hideto died,” another hunter lamented, fiddling with an arrow from his satchel. “He was shot by an arrow, like this one… but it wasn’t any of ours.”
The men all suddenly seemed very sheepish, and looked downwards, realising how pointless it was to question the man. They knew he made an easy scapegoat, and they knew they were accusing him for no reason. Not all seemed to let the matter go so easily, however, as one suddenly spoke up, “It must be that Choyakoshi ghost! He’s probably furious he wasn’t given a proper burial!”
The other hunters were quick to agree with him, and again, Genjirou was put in the negative spotlight, this time blamed for the hypothetical haunting. Now he was the one hanging his head low, not having the energy to argue with them. Instead, he quietly trudged out of the store back to his house. The hunters took this as a victory and yelled behind him, but this time he truly paid them no mind, only wanting to sleep again. At least when he was asleep, he didn’t have to deal with any of the villagers’ drama. When he returned, he noticed a trampled bunch of chrysanthemums scattered in front of his house. He paid them no mind.
The following morning, he woke up with a splitting head and stomach ache, and remembered he hadn’t eaten, let alone drank, a thing the day before. He pulled on a proper robe and fixed his hair, hoping to be able to make it through the village unbothered. He left his bow and arrow and his swords at home, still not having the energy to hunt, and also not wanting to risk any more serious accusations. On his doorstep, he found a fresh bundle of pure white chrysanthemums, bound by a silk ribbon that smelled of lilac.
Smiling and suddenly feeling much better, he picked up the bouquet and carefully set it in a long-empty stone vase atop his dresser. He made a mental note to thank Fuku for the kind gesture later.
He purchased a bowl of soup, a lamb chop, and some water from Passions’s inn and restaurant. The shopkeeper had a sort of sad look in his eye as he watched Genjirou eat, and Genjirou avoided looking at him at all– he knew well what his reputation was in the village by now, and this man, like the rest of them, surely either pitied or hated him. He wanted to associate with neither sentiment. After he finished eating, he set out to find Fuku, walking a few rounds around the village in hopes of catching her outside. He found her, but when he did, she avoided his gaze and acted like she hadn’t heard him after he called out for her, instead turning to her friend and murmuring something. The two giggled and Genjirou froze, not daring to approach them anymore. He hated how timid he was sometimes, but decided it was better to be the dog with its tail between its legs than the lamb on the cutting board.
Still, it was perplexing. Why would she leave him flowers, then not even acknowledge him? Complicated feelings, maybe, or her friend didn’t like him. Whatever. He already had more than enough stressing him out as it stood; he certainly didn’t want to trifle with yet another thing.
As soon as he got home and was about to close the door behind him, a sandaled foot wedged itself in the doorway. Toyo! “Genjirou– I really hate to bother you again, but you-know-who is asking for your presence again in my humble shop.” She muttered, “Why don’t they do this stuff in one of their own places, anyways? I’m seriously about to ban them from entering more than one at a time.”
“Let me guess,” Genjirou huffed. “Someone else died?”
“Actually, yes.”
He immediately went pale, biting his lip. “Why do they keep bothering me about it?! I’m very sorry this is happening, but at the rate things are going, I might not even want to attend their funeral!”
“Oh, don’t say that,” Toyo hissed, fanning at the air as though she were combatting mini-ghosts. Her kimono was a brilliant white, decorated with koi and tangerine trees. The white reminded Genjirou of the corpse’s burial clothes, & he wondered if maybe this really was a haunting, & if he really was to blame. He suddenly blushed and apologised for his rudeness. “There’s no need to apologise; I don’t think they’re ghosts, yet… I say, you can do or say whatever you want as long as you know you won’t suffer any consequences. That’s why I’m very careful with my words.”
Right, Genjirou thought. How many secrets had she let loose in her lifetime?
“Anyways, please come with me… as you can imagine, they’re very bitter, and I’m sure it’s better you meet them in my store, which at least I know they don’t want to burn down.” She laughed nervously, looking the house in front of her up and down.
And so, Genjirou once again trudged to Toyo’s store, and he was once again chewed out. “I saw the ghost!” one hunter declared, putting up an arm high above himself. “He was this tall, but was definitely the corpse from the other day… he was armed with a bow and arrow surely laced with evil energy, and shot down poor Genta…”
Again, a finger was jabbed against Genjirou’s chest, with such force it knocked the younger man back a few steps. “...this is your doing, Genjirou!! If you hadn’t buried him… what did you do, just dig into the dirt a little and toss his body in there?!” Genjirou flushed a deep shade of crimson. That was exactly what he had done. “It’s better than letting his body rot out in the open!” he half-heartedly asserted, knowing there was no way he’d win this argument. “Tell that to Genta and Hideto!” the hunter sneered. The remaining six of the eight hunters seemed very self-assured they wouldn’t be the ones to die next, all their noses stuck in the air with a sort of pretentious air as they confronted Genjirou.
Deep in his mind, Genjirou couldn’t help but to ponder if anyone had even died at all, or if this was all just some twisted scheme to get back at him for hunting alone. The hunters didn’t seem particularly fazed beyond rage at their friends’ deaths; then again, they rarely ever showed any real emotion, and liked to poke fun at men who did, insulting them by calling them womanly. Genjirou always wondered if they were at all self-conscious of how insulting it was to find womanhood a “bad” trait, and if they were, if they cared.
Having no comeback, Genjirou dared himself to quietly retreat. Seeing that the hunters made no effort to stop him, he ran back to his house, not caring that they saw him as a total coward. Let the negatives stack up. A coward, a traitor, a bringer of evil, an asshole… what difference does it make if there is another bad thing said about me, when there is already so much? Genjirou, rolled up inside his blanket, found himself sobbing again, unable to control it. He had always felt at least tolerated in Passions, but now he felt outright disliked. The only pleasant thought he had as he drifted yet again into sleep, having nothing else to occupy himself with, came with the whiff of his chrysanthemums’ scent drifting by, evoking images of Fuku, who he felt was his only possible friend in the village.
He woke up very early in the morning, and found, yet again, by his doorstep, a fresh bundle of white chrysanthemums, tied with a silk ribbon. He managed to squeeze them next to the other bundle in the vase, and added some water. It was six in the morning; nobody in the village was awake yet. Feeling emboldened by this striking solitude, Genjirou retreated to put on his hunting clothes and grab his bow and arrow, deciding that he’d either confront the ghost or do what he enjoyed, hunting, without letting himself be dragged down by his fears & insecurities.
& so, with only the light of the barely-rising sun, he set out to go hunt, secretly hoping he wouldn’t encounter anyone in the woods, let alone this allegedly fearsome, murderous spirit. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed like a ruse. Genta and Hideto were probably hiding out somewhere in the village to throw a scare into Genjirou, & maybe even to keep him away from the mountains, since the hunters were always jealous of how much he brought in by himself.
The dew of the grass brushed against his sandaled feet and the air smelled crisp and fresh. He drank some water from a river to refresh himself, then hunted marvelously as ever, carrying, two hours later, four pheasants and a boar. He found the site where he’d buried the corpse and leaned by it, frowning as he dug down a foot or so, revealing the rotting face. I really did bury him poorly… I hope he isn’t actually insulted, Genjirou thought, deciding then & there to dig a deeper hole. He shuddered a bit, feeling as though somebody was watching him… he shook the feeling off.
This time, he carefully placed the body in, taking care to fold the arms over the chest and neatly adjust the burial clothing. Satisfied, he placed a pheasant atop the body, then carefully covered it in dirt again. He’d taken a chrysanthemum with him to put on top of the grave, which he hoped was this time less crude. He said a quick blessing, then found a nice spot next to the river to enjoy the spoils of his hunt alone. He knew this was an area of the woods the other hunters rarely visited, so he felt confident starting a fire to roast a pheasant there, until he heard a clamour in the distance, coming closer.
Genjirou scrambled to put out the fire and panicked when he saw the silhouettes of the hunters in the distance. Unable to find anywhere to hide, he dove into the river behind a rock, breathing only when he was certain they couldn’t see him. He cursed that his pheasants and boar had been left behind, knowing that the hunters would surely take it as their own. It was unlikely they expected him to have regained his confidence so much as to go hunting, let alone dare to to begin with given the recent events. Genjirou vigilantly listened. He heard some laughs, as they engaged in idle chatter, and some excitement as they stumbled upon what was supposed to have been his breakfast, lunch, dinner, and then some. He then heard shouting.
Looking behind the rock, his eyes locked with one of the hunters. Terrified he’d been seen, he submerged himself in the river, holding his breath for his dear life. Even through the water, he could hear the shouting on land had gotten louder, and cursed himself for being alive. Why? Why’d they just have to come out hunting so soon? Why couldn’t I have finished my meal in peace?
Unbeknownst to Genjirou, Fuku had followed him into the woods as she’d done in her lovesick days– however, her motive wasn’t as sweet as it once had been. Gento had been Fuku’s cousin, & following his death and the rumours in the village, she’d grown awfully cold and suspicious towards Genjirou, & secretly followed him to see if he was up to anything suspicious. So far, her surveillance had been futile, but that day, as she followed him into the woods, she was certain she’d catch him in the act of killing, confirming her, & the villagers’ suspicions.
She got more than she bargained for, however, as she had to put her hands over her mouth to stifle a scream when an arrow pierced through one of the hunters’ shoulders out of seemingly nowhere. Scrambling to find the source without giving away her position, her eyes went backwards from where the arrow had landed, resting upon an awful-looking creature hidden behind a tree like she was. Its aim was off; it seemed to have been distracted by something in the water. It drew another arrow from its bow and aimed steadily at the same hunter. Fuku wanted so badly to call out to the hunters, but she didn’t allow herself to, and before the next arrow could hit, the six of them had already started to run out of the woods, screaming and cussing and hollering.
Ghost!! They quickly told the villagers, running around like mad. The hunter whose shoulder had been pierced barely even paid it any mind, too thankful he was alive, and too frightened, to do so. It’s an awful, evil, vengeful ghost in the woods of the mountain... it’s going to kill anybody who enters them! Once is a coincidence, twice is revenge, but three times…. It’s evil! It’s an evil spirit that won’t rest until every one of our villagers is dead!!
In those very woods of the mountain, Fuku was still standing behind the tree, hands over her mouth, doing everything in her power not to scream as she watched the ghost emerge from behind the tree. She found it horrifying– its skin was a sickly, corpse-ish grey with tinges of purple, and it had long, wavy, unkempt black hair, which it tossed over its shoulders with its hand as it strode forth, picking up the prey the hunters had dropped. It wore a flowing, tattered white kimono, burial clothes. Moving more quickly, it waded into the river, grabbing an object… Genjirou!!
In the heat of the moment, Fuku had totally forgotten the entire reason she’d come up the mountain in the first place! She wanted to cover her eyes, terrified to watch the surely gruesome scene that was sure to come unfold, but couldn’t, hands glued to her mouth and eyes to the ghost. To her surprise, no gruesome scene came– the ghost carefully lay Genjirou upon the ground, pressing firmly on his chest. Genjirou sputtered water. Water, water, and more water… he would have surely drowned if the ghost hadn’t pulled him out.
The ghost disappeared for a minute and Fuku’s heart dropped, certain it had sensed her and was going to kill her. Maybe Genjirou was controlling this cruel mountain spirit? No… she immediately shook the thought out of her head. She was bitter over her cousin dying, certainly, but she wouldn’t so quickly assign blame now that she had no proof. Besides, this was the man who she still secretly loved… she knew him, to an extent, and she knew he was a very simple person, absolutely incapable of something as sinister as the dark arts. Revenge on the hunters for talking badly about him was so silly, anyways. She felt embarrassed for having taken part in his ostracisation, knowing that more than anything, he needed at least a friend, if not a romantic partner.
She reminded herself to be more friendly to him.
When the ghost returned, she’d expected it to come maybe with a knife, or a sword, wanting to kill Genjirou personally and watch the life drain out of his eyes… but all it returned with was a handful of chrysanthemums. It shyly placed one in his hair, and then one on his chest, scattering the rest around his body as it played with his hair, running the long black strands through its scraggly, ashen fingers. Fuku couldn’t believe her eyes.
A short while later, Genjirou’s brow furrowed and he coughed. As quickly as it had come, the ghost ran away, leaving Genjirou alone. Determining the scene was safe, Fuku ran out from behind her cover to Genjirou’s side, placing a hand on his cheek. He grabbed the hand and flared his nostrils, recognising her by the scent of lilies. “Fuku?” he mumbled, managing to pry his eyes open. “Yes, Genjirou!” Fuku breathed, beaming. “Are you alright? You almost drowned…”
Genjirou promptly sat up, wide-eyed. “The hunters! I… I saw them earlier; it’s why I…. oh, it’s a long story. Are they alright? The ghost didn’t come again, did it?”
In her gut, Fuku felt even worse for doubting Genjirou. He was stand-offish, but not a selfish person, & even after nearly dying himself, was more worried about what became of the hunters. She couldn’t help but to nervously laugh. “The hunters are alright… Genjirou, I– I’m really sorry about how the villagers have been treating you, including me. I’ll be honest, I came up here because I saw you leaving to hunt, and wanted to see if I had any basis for my suspicions… I didn’t.” She stood up, and bowed deeply. “I’m very sorry.”
Genjirou wanted to stand, as well, but didn’t have the strength to. “It’s alright; I’m sorry, too…” He also laughed a bit. “I really am too stand-offish, to be honest, I’m not good at socialising at all!” Fuku elegantly sunk to her knees again. From the crisp condition of her kimono, you would never have guessed she’d been running around in the woods. “Then let’s be friends!” she suddenly declared, holding a hand to her chest. “I saw everything… the ghost, it did appear, but… it missed; it only shot one of their shoulders.”
“That’s very good… say, Fuku. May I ask two questions?”
Fuku nodded.
“One–” Genjirou picked up a chrysanthemum, spinning it between his fingers. “Are you the one who’s been leaving these flowers at my doorstep the past few days?” Fuku bit her lip. She knew none of the women in the village grew or sold white chrysanthemums; in fact, up until that day, she had never seen anybody who had them. She hated lying, but this was too good a moment to let pass. “Yes, I am,” she said shyly.
“Two, are you the one who saved me from the river?” Fuku prayed internally the ghost wouldn’t come to her house personally and beat her upside the head. Please forgive me, ghost, but this is the man I really love!! She couldn’t even verbalise the lie, this time just nodding, blushing more. Genjirou thought it was because she was shy, but really, it was because she couldn’t stand to lie! Genjirou smiled, gently touching her hand. She allowed him to hold it. “Then may I ask you a third question, Fuku?” She nodded again.
“May I kiss you?”
Wide-eyed and blushing profusely, she turned to him. She’d been waiting to hear that question her whole twenty years of life! “Yes! You may!” Genjirou delicately pinned her to the ground, his wet, but soft, long hair falling over her kimono as he kissed her, placing a hand tenderly behind her neck. Fuku blushed even more profusely, hugging him. She wanted to kiss him forever and ever, but she eventually let go, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear and looking up at him in awe and disbelief.
“You’re wonderful!” she felt awkward as she blurted this, and immediately put a hand over her mouth. “Have you ever had a girlfriend before?”
It was a silly question, for she’d known him his entire life, but still felt the need to ask to be sure. “I haven’t,” Genjirou affirmed her knowledge, and she embraced him again. “Could I be yours?” she asked suddenly, letting the heat of the moment spur her on. “You may!”
She kissed Genjirou again, and the two walked down the mountain to the village. Fuku braced herself, anticipating all the while that an arrow would be lodged into her back, but no such thing came, and she let herself relax as the couple strode into the village safely. “Genjirou is innocent!” she declared, attracting the attention of some people sitting outside. “He is innocent, and he is mine! The ghost haunting the woods is beyond any of our control, & is ungrateful for the beautiful burial Genjirou gave him!”
She needed to say no more. Faithful to their tradition, the people of Passions spread the news around like wildfire, and within that single day, Genjirou’s reputation was restored & renewed, & he was even met with praise, for pairing with such a fine woman as Fuku. That evening, after the village dinner, they were wished well as they went arm-in-arm to Genjirou’s house, where they engaged in passionate affairs until they fell asleep, content in one another’s embrace. While Genjirou slept peacefully and deeply, his troubles seemingly behind him, Fuku slept lightly, certain she heard a weeping outside, but not daring to look.
She took care to rise much earlier than Genjirou– at four in the morning, she crept outside, and found outside his door a bouquet of fresh white chrysanthemums, tied tightly by a silk ribbon. She snuck to a farmer’s house and discarded the flowers in a pig pen, a pang of guilt coursing through her as she did so. She shook the feeling off. What business would a ghost have with a human? It would be better for the both of them if he just passed peacefully and left him alone!
Still, as the weeks went on, her guilt only grew stronger every time she had to throw away the chrysanthemums, or pretend she’d gotten them for him, making up some tale about someone from another village who grew them just for her. One day, she couldn’t stand it anymore, and while Genjirou slept, she snuck into the mountains, surrounding herself with the most positive energy possible, hoping she wouldn’t be torn into shreds by the ghost. She hadn’t dared bring a hunter with her as the ghost seemed to carry a special vengeance for them, but as she ventured further and further, she felt dumber and dumber she hadn’t even brought some sort of a spiritual weapon.
“Ghost?” she called out, clinging onto a chrysanthemum she’d brought with her as she stood by the side of the river. Her face was painted ghost-white with crimson red eyeshadow and lipstick, and she wore her finest clothes, hoping that by putting such extra care into her appearance, she did not insult him by appearing in any way unsightly. One could mistake her for a geisha, but that she was most definitely not.
“Misses… or, erm, Mister… Ghost?” she called again, fidgeting with the chrysanthemum, pulling on a petal. She froze as she felt a firm hand over hers just as she was about to pull. “Mister Ghost,” said a voice that was too pleasant to be able to belong to that terrifying being she’d seen in the woods, and Fuku yelped, staggering forward a bit, almost falling face-first into the river. The ghost grabbed her and steadied her, and she slowly turned to face him, doe-brown eyes locking with his, bloodshot and ebony. Up-close, he was almost handsome, but the fear factor still won out in her mind, not allowing her to appreciate any aestheticism. “Have you come to return these to me?” he murmured, gently taking the chrysanthemum from her.
“Are you the one who has been leaving them at Genjirou’s doorstep?” she asked, her voice wavering even as she tried to make it as firm as possible. “I am,” the ghost admitted, staring at it distantly. “Do they smell good?” Fuku gathered all her resolve and nodded. “They’re very nice… where do you find white chrysanthemums?”
“I used to grow them,” he sighed, handing the flower back to Fuku. “I thought ghosts couldn’t touch things,” she suddenly blurted, then immediately felt embarrassed. Her fear made her speak her thoughts out loud. The ghost laughed a bit. “I can if I want to, just like I can make myself seen if I want to. As for the white chrysanthemums– I grow them in a village on the other side of the mountain, where the weather’s much better for them.”
“I’m sorry, but I’ve been throwing them away,” Fuku almost whispered, pulling at the petals again. “I came here to tell you that… I won’t say I’m sorry because it won’t do anything; I have been acting out of selfish desire & will accept it if you kill me like you killed those hunters if it will let you rest in peace.” She kneeled, head lowered. Fuku was very spiritual, and believed, more than anything, in the importance of a peaceful death, & felt she had disrupted this somehow.
The ghost’s expression suddenly darkened. “Get up,” he said in a voice so commanding Fuku didn’t dare object, shakily getting back up on her feet. In the background, leaves gently fell from the looming trees of the dark woods. His hair, ivory black and long, shone slightly in the moonlight, & his white burial clothes, for as dirty as they were, had an eerie glow to them. The odd, off-putting kindness from before had somewhat dissipated, and Fuku was met with a slap across the face– it wasn’t hard enough to be disrespectful, or hateful, but it was firm enough to sting slightly, and cause her to pay very close attention. “Genjirou loves you, doesn’t he?” the ghost asked coldly, glaring down at her. Fuku pondered this, then felt silly for doing so, & nodded. “I think he does, yes.”
“Then how dare you offer your life so lightly!” the ghost wailed, and Fuku noticed he was sobbing, odd, white streams of a heavy gaseous substance oozing from his eyes. “How miserable would Genjirou be not to be loved? You must cherish him more deeply! You must think more heavily before making such rash decisions! To be in love with him, you must tie your heart to his with an iron chain that will cause both to burst if it is severed! Do you understand?”
Fuku seldom considered the somewhat taboo fact that men could fall in love with other men, but she considered it deeply as the ghost spoke to her. It suddenly struck her that the chrysanthemums likely symbolised more than respect or an innocent friendship, and her face flushed a bit, hidden under the heavy makeup. She hadn’t known she’d acted so rashly she’d snatched away another person’s love, even if he was a ghost! “I understand,” she breathed, aghast.
“Then return to him– love him like no other, and remind him of how much he means to you every day… spoil him not with gifts, but with words, and raise his self esteem, so that your relationship may be meaningful like no other! Kiss him every day and linger so that he knows you do not wish to part ways, and hold his hand so that he knows he is not alone… drown him in sweet nothings that grow to be somethings, so that in old age he can look back on all these moments and say, I was a loved man!”
The guilt Fuku felt was so great she almost wished the ghost had just killed her the second he saw her, but she took his words to heart, just nodding along, still holding the chrysanthemum. She wondered why a ghost was so attached to Genjirou…. had they known one another in a different life? No, it couldn’t be; she would have surely seen him. Everybody knew everybody in Passions. Still, she ventured to ask, “Before I leave, Mister Ghost… may I ask your name?”
The ghost hesitated, before he answered, “Chikayoshi, although that name has not been spoken in years.”
She had no desire to ask how he died, nor why he killed the hunters, deciding she’d probably done enough damage, and that she should definitely head back. As she turned around to leave, the ghost implored of her one final thing, “Please do not mention this name to Genjirou… he will be tortured, & I could never forgive myself.”
She said nothing, unable to lie and say she wouldn’t, & quietly left, ultimately leaving the chrysanthemum with Chikayoshi. She couldn’t put the thought out of her mind– she never quite understood the concept of a man falling for another man, but if it were indeed true that this happened… oh, how cruel she was, how heartless she’d been, throwing away all those chrysanthemums & taking credit for the rescue, forcing Chikayoshi to watch as she did just that! She had never ventured before to think it was anything like that! She slid back into bed– it was only four in the morning, but she couldn’t sleep, haunted, quite literally, by Chikayoshi’s words & the expression he’d made when she offered herself to him.
Chikayoshi. Chikayoshi. She held onto the name like a prayer, determined not to forget it. After Genjirou woke up, things proceeded like normal– she was met with an array of kisses, the two went out to get breakfast, then lazily hung around the village. Nobody dared go into the woods for the time being, and the village leader was making arrangements with a self-proclaimed “expert of spirits and the supernatural” from another village to get rid of the ghost. Of course, this news spread around town like a wildfire, and the second it hit the couple, Fuku absolutely had to ask.
“Genjirou,” she whispered, as the two flipped lazily through texts in the library. “Could we go home? There’s something I really want to tell you.”
Genjirou raised a brow but put up no objection, and the two returned to his house. “Have you ever had any friends I haven’t known about?” she asked, biting her lip. She didn’t dare to ask boyfriend, the word not seeming right on her tongue, let alone seeming terribly informal. “Not that I can think of, no,” he replied earnestly, pouring himself a cup of tea from what remained in the teapot from that morning, placing a cup in front of Fuku as well. She ignored it, shifting uncomfortably on the mat. “Do you know the name Chikayoshi?”
Genjirou nearly spat out his tea, his eyes turning a terrible dark Kufu had never seen before. She immediately regretted the question, but it was too late now. “Why do you know this name?” His voice was calm, but some deep-rooted emotion was masked behind it, threatening to come out like a storm from a drizzle.
“It’s…..” she whispered, staring blankly down at her tea. “I– please promise you won’t be mad when I say this, Genjirou…” She also regretted saying this, knowing it was an infamously useless phrase. Genjirou only nodded. If he was going to get mad, he would get mad. She was prepared to handle the consequences. “I… I wasn’t the one who rescued you from the river, and I’m not the one who’s been leaving you chrysanthemums… that was Chikayoshi.”
“He’s back?!” Genjirou exclaimed, something wild about his expression. Fuku shook her head. “No, that’s – he's... the ghost on the mountain. Please don’t take this the wrong way, or think that our relationship is built on a lie, but I only took the credit because I thought it would be better for the dead not to interfere with the living…. I didn’t want to shock you.” And I was being selfish, she thought but did not say, leaving Genjirou to make that determination. There was a terrible period of silence, and when Fuku dared look up, she saw that Genjirou was sobbing silently, streams of tears pouring from his eyes as he wrung his hands aggressively, knuckles turning white from the pressure.
With a long sigh, he responded, “I haven’t taken it the wrong way, and I appreciate the sentiment…” He seemed to be mulling over his words, choosing each one very deliberately. “I don’t think you’re a liar, Fuku.” His eyes were filled with an indescribable sort of sadness, as he looked over at the vase of chrysanthemums. They were old, as Fuku had thrown away the ones from the past few days, and their petals fell to the surface of the dresser. “I have… I had… a friend you didn’t know about.”
THREE YEARS EARLIER
Chikayoshi struggled to catch his breath as he and Genjirou rolled and rolled and rolled in their special corner of the mountain, the exact center of the walking distance from the village of Passions to the village of Water’s Blessings. Genjirou placed kisses up and down Chikayoshi’s torso, who in return curled his toes in pleasure, wrapping his legs around the other’s hips. The two had met a year earlier during a hunt, or, in Chikayoshi’s case, a scouring-of-the-mountainside for flowers. They’d hit it off and become wonderful friends, only realising it was something more when Chikayoshi had sprained his ankle while Genjirou chased him. Once Genjirou caught up to him, he carefully tended to the wound, kissing it jokingly afterwards. When smiling at Chikayoshi, he was met by a cold, terrified gaze, & recognised it as longing. Daring himself, he moved his face closer– & closer– until he was finally met by a trepid, evolving into passionate, kiss, and the two realised their friendship was no more.
They made careful sure to not be seen by anyone else– Chikayoshi’s parents wanted so badly for their son to have a loving wife and have children, and Genjirou’s village wasn’t known as the most tolerant, infamously once having had kicked out an esteemed samurai after he flirted brashly with a male shopkeeper. Just as Chikayoshi was halfway through undoing Genjirou’s robes and the two felt daring enough to take the next “step” in their relationship, they froze as they heard the crackling of branches not too far away. Chikayoshi rapidly withdrew and Genjirou pretended to be busy with some mushroom, but it was too late; the two had been spotted by a hunter from Genjirou’s village who’d ventured further into the woods than his peers, and was met with quite the shock as he saw one of his fellow hunters arms-up with a strange man in the woods. Convinced his friend was of the female persuasion and that this was an assailant, he swooped in, throwing Genjirou as far as he could, sending him tumbling down a bit before he landed against a tree, and passed out immediately from the blunt trauma.
Unbeknownst to him, the other hunter had already drawn his bow and arrow, but too late– Chikayoshi took off like a mad dog into the woods, and the hunter chased after him, calling to his peers to help. They searched, and searched, and searched, all convinced Genjirou had been violated and that this man must die, but could not find him anywhere.
Just as how in the future, Genjirou hid from those very hunters in a river, Chikayoshi hid as well, but waded too deep into the water, and, unequipped with the ability of swimming, drowned. His corpse resurfaced soon enough that the hunters found it, and they buried it gracelessly in a ditch, leaving it to rot.
Chikayoshi’s body did rot, and his bones were taken away by wild animals. His spirit was very weak, and it took him three years of constant wishes for vengeance to manifest in a way that he could take on a physical form. He immediately sought out Genjirou, and also, his revenge, stealing a random corpse and marking it as his own– however, he was not at all well-written, & did not realise he had misspelled his name.
In the meantime in those three years, Genjirou distanced himself from his peers. The hunters agreed not to speak of what had happened to him in the mountains, finding it too shameful, and Genjirou could not stand to hunt alongside them anymore, choosing to hunt alone, hoping all along he’d encounter Chikayoshi, though he never did, & drearily presumed he’d been chased away by the others. The villagers started to grow cold towards Genjirou as they realised that he less and less interacted with them, let alone the fact that he so arrogantly hunted by himself– at least, they found it arrogant, as they did not know the true reason the hunters left him alone.
PRESENT
Fuku pursed her lips as Genjirou had only told her what he knew, personally– that he & Chikayoshi had once been involved in an affair, only to never see one another again after the incident on the mountain. Neither of the two had a clue as to how he’d died, but they didn’t want to think about it, knowing deep in their hearts it had to do with the hunters. “You must think I’m very silly,” she finally sighed, slightly laughing. “That I would so persistently chase after you even when your heart belonged to somebody else…” she blushed a bit. “I really do feel very foolish.”
“Don’t feel foolish,” Genjirou said pointedly, holding her hand in his. “Women should never feel foolish for trying to make their feelings known to a man… it shouldn’t be something to be embarrassed about, & I do appreciate you wholeheartedly for your support.” Fuku’s gaze was a bit empty, & that word was written across her brow: FOOLISH. “Please don’t think I’ve used you in any way,” he added, tightening his grip slightly. “You were not just a body for me to cling to, a soul for me to pour all that missing love into. Your friendship was always meaningful to me, and I always appreciated your reaching out to me where others wouldn’t, and our relationship was wonderful. You’re an amazing person, Fuku, and I wish nothing but the best for you.”
Fuku’s grip tightened in his. “We’re over, aren’t we?” she whispered. She had a gut feeling, even before she knew exactly how close Chikayoshi had been to Genjirou– she had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to love her anymore, knowing what he did. “Please don’t find me superficial,” Genjirou pleaded, searching her eyes. Fuku smiled wryly, reading his every facial feature. “I don’t,” she responded quietly. “I think in another life we would have paired quite nicely.”
“I think so, too,” Genjirou whispered, then stood up, taking the tea cups. He disappeared that same day, not offering Fuku a good-bye, as he knew it needed not be said. He did leave Fuku his house and possessions, and with that, she knew he would never return. She wished to have a love so powerful it could bring her back to life… she eventually got her wish, as, a couple years later, she met a beautiful, kind man from another village, who showered her every day in his affections and never failed to remind her how much she meant to him, even in the hard times, or when they argued. They never fought, making them a couple rather envied by a large sum of the villagers, who couldn’t seem to go a few days without fighting with their spouse.
The two married, and after their marriage, Fuku found a magnificent bouquet of chrysanthemums by her doorstep, wrapped in a silk ribbon….
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a request for @carrochan !!! wrote this after we were #blessed with time skip kenma :))
*not tagging as spoilers bc it rlly doesn’t spoil any major plot points. but warning it is post time skip*
“Kenma, my love, the light of my life, you know how I adore you so, but you cannot bring another cat into this household.”
Kenma stood in the doorway separating the cool night from the warmth of his home. Clad in a super oversized sweatshirt, he had both hands tucked into it. And last time Kuroo checked, his boyfriend did not have a distended stomach that moved and purred.
When he had first opened the door, their younger cat Sushi jumped from the shelf to Kenma’s shoulders and was still perched there, balancing on his three paws while trying to get a whiff of the new addition, who was still hidden.
“What cat?” The dirty-blond boy deadpanned, moving to slowly take his shoes off. Kuroo’s eyes narrowed when a rather loud ‘meow’ erupted from the liar’s stomach.
“New text tone.”
Throwing his hands in the air, Kuroo turned and headed back into the kitchen. “Well, you and your new text tone can come and eat the dinner I made.”
After high school, Kuroo had persued college volleyball. He quickly climbed ranks and graduated with his masters in business and an offer to play for the national team. He accepted, asking first for a few months to complete an internship. Currently, he would only practice with the team and participate in home matches. Any traveling would have to wait until the new year.
Kenma, in his final year of university, was a widely successful board member of a multi-billion dollar company; the night it became official Kuroo cried, maybe a ‘lil drunk, and showed up at Kenma’s dorm with a bottle of sparkling apple cider. The whole night Kuroo babbled that he was dating a sugar daddy and that made him the sugar baby and now he was baby and Kenma sat and reminded him of the contract he had just signed, which would increase his income tenfold next year. He cried harder.
Now, the pair shared a small home close to Kenma’s job and Kuroo’s train stop. And with Kenma came their first cat. It was a stray he had been feeding at his dorm window. Sweet, old, kind Momo who spent her days lazing on the couch, sunbathing. With the new house came a new stray; Fuku was missing an eye and mostly stayed outside, but refused to spend the night out there. He slept on Kuroo’s side of the bed and brought back toys he stole from other cats around the neighborhood.
Two cats, two people; everything was balanced. And then, in a basket in the rain next to the bus stop was two tiny kittens, soaked and shivering. Kuroo had intended to foster them and foster only, but of course several months later and the pair were still running around the house causing the most trouble. Riku and Ryu refused to leave.
Sushi wasn’t really anyone’s fault; the cat had followed Kuroo home one day, allured by the smell of the fresh fish in his market bag. And he had stuck around. Three legs but the personality of a whole herd.
Five was more than enough; they were looking like a crazy cat house. But now, there was for sure a sixth, maybe seventh under what was definitely Kuroo’s sweatshirt. Just in case, he set out two more bowls filled halfway with cat food.
He could hear his boyfriend pad to the living room where his office/gaming setup was, as well as a gated area, and run back to the kitchen, missing his lumpy belly. They sat down at the island and silently enjoyed dinner.
Over leftover apple pie, Kuroo broke the comfortable silence.
“If another cat just so happens to wander into the house, they could have their own bowl. But it sleeps on the couch; I’m too tall for another cat in bed.” Once their pie was gone and plates cleared, Kuroo moved to the couch and waited to be introduced to the newest member of their dysfunctional family.
Several minutes later, Kenma rounded the corner with the blackest cat he had ever seen. His ears were chewed up, fur long and wild making them look short. His eyes were closed; the animal had fallen asleep in his boyfriend’s arms during the short walk.
Plopping down next to Kuroo, Kenma held the long cat out to him.
“Kuroo, meet Minako.” The name didn’t fit the cat, but none of the others did. Why start now?
Set in his lap, the cat immediately cozied up and began purring. Kuroo almost sobbed at how cute and docile the creature was. Looking up at his boyfriend, he smiled.
“Don’t cry.”
“But, she’s so precious. She’s a baby.”
“If you cry I’ll tell your team.”
“They would understand!”
Kuroo and Minako became best buddies; her true personality was revealed the next morning: she was a little shit. Caused terror, hissed at thin air, and regularly stole socks. The duo’s favorite pastime was annoying Kenma during his streams, to the point where he would pause the game and throw whatever was closest at them.
Minako claimed the spot right between Kenma and Kuroo’s head in bed, hissing if anyone but Kuroo disturbed her. The other cats stayed at the end of the bed until the demon was asleep. It was quite a sight; two grown men and six cats on one full-sized mattress. But they wouldn’t have it any other way.
(Until Kenma found another cat who was blind in both eyes and VERY energetic despite it)(‘I couldn’t leave him there. He kept running into the wall.’)
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Various Horrorfell Things
-Amp can paralyze people temporarily by biting them, the closer to the nervous system and the harder she bites them the more effective (but they can still use magic and their internals still work, it just freezes them in place. So they can yell and things)
-Shanx ends up expanding his territory to the ruins after finding out that their strongest was taken out and they were in general discord on the other side of the door (Amp would sometimes slip through the door to supplement her quota ) it was surprisingly easy, so now he controlled Snowdin and the surrounding Snowlands as-well as the Ruins and Home. Amp stopped going to the ruins after that
-Muffet has the most territory of all the leaders, she’s the one that took over New Home along with various areas we don’t see in-game
-Muffet and Shanx end up with a sort of give and take alliance thanks to Amp helping out the ruins spiders and growing a relationship with them (info and other things for resources) so basically it transferred from a relationship between underlings to the full group
-Above ground, when the leaders form the monster council, in an alternate universe where other AUs have already reached the surface ;
Cron and Muffet once conspired to win some bets each of them had placed. Muffet bet Undyne that SF’s Queen would get violent and promised 15% of the bet to Cron if he riled her up. Black (who is her guard at the moment) remarked that Shanx was the only serious one there, but then he motioned to Undyne, who then had to give him even more g then she gave to muffet. He bet that Amp would be there, while Undyne thought the ‘Pest’ would’ve run off by then. No one but Muffet and the residents of Snowdin are aware that Amp is his kid. {The queen threw a fireball that was blocked, because apparently when you use Anty’s flies as a conduit you can produce a barrier with even the smallest bits of Kindness. (Idk I was daydreaming, imma say it was in part because practice and also Toriel so the two of them really wanna protecc when she’s involved. And since Kindness was Amp’s original trait and current secondary she still can use it kinda- why not) }
-also in this weird conversion AU, Shanx and Cron are chilling with their variants in a pseudo required vacation for a rundown of how things work and to get to know about the other mountains and monsters and vice versa. Red steals Shanx’s phone cause he thinks the guy gets too many business calls and this is supposed to be a vacation damnit! (he is technically in politics so I imagine they’re busy) Throughout the night he gets many texts. Red ends up checking one when the night winds down thinking it was his phone, and comments that ‘oh hey Shanx- didn’t know you had a S/O’ cause he got a text like ‘Hope ya’ll are having fun, everything’s all good back home. Night I love you!’ And he’s just kinda like- Ew no. To which Red presses and it’s like ‘Oh, no that’s my daughter’ and it’s just a solid minute of silence before someone (either Blue or Mag) yell out ‘YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER!?!?’ And so questions- cause they’re all 20-35 ish and are just kinda like what??? Since when??? So he has to explain that no, he doesn’t have a wife/girlfriend/SO she’s adopted and is -infact- old enough to be left at home alone (and that she’s with Grillby and Fuku anyways, theyre all stuck together cause they need to recover)
-(no longer in that crazy above ground) Amp had 3 noteable brushes with death, the first was when her wounds from Toriel got infected (they learned to pick up plenty of burn cream and bandages and have her wash up in the water at the edge of waterfall regularly).
-Then a close call with Undyne where she learned that even paralyzed monsters can use magic and got hurt real bad running away. Luckily she made it to Snowdin so when some opportunistic monsters tried to pick her off Papa Shanx was there and dragged her inside after ordering Cron to get rid of her tracks. (She deliriously called him Papa cause his name is hard and so is talking in general, she also may have said that she doesn’t wanna die and leave them like that- it was a wake up moment cause ‘oh shit I care about the little human’) It was during recovery after this incident that Shanx imposed a new rule, She’s not allowed to die. If she doesn’t break this rule then when they get to the surface she can call him Papa again (IT’S HURT CONFORT FLUFF BABBEYYY) she passes out and doesn’t know if she hallucinated that or not but she does cause found family
-And then the third time was also with Undyne. Before then things had been happening where Fuku was and she wasn’t doing so good, at threat of falling down (a close friend got dusted trying to get more things for them) so Grillby was making Amp take more of his cut of resources to her than normal, basically the whole thing. So he wasn’t doing so good either. Also previously one of the Snowdin locals had dusted and she didn’t take it so well (she feels guilty cause ‘she’s supposed to go before any of them do’ in her mind). So Undyne gets her real bad on her way back to rendevue with Grillby after supplying Fuku, and she ends up getting found and helped by a survivor group of humans. Seeing this leads into the next point
-Amp leaves the Snowdin Group for these survivors, Why? Because she sees this as her opportunity to break the barrier before anyone else she cares about dusts. They’re a fairly large group and she manages to convince them to travel to New Home and break the barrier to leave. She plays up her small and injured state, making them think that unless they do she’ll probably die without seeing the sky again and that they’d likely end up the same. She also tells them she knows they can do it cause she had holed up in the Snowdin library and had read a few things. So basically she manipulated them into breaking it to release the monsters. She sent Anty away to tell the others of her plan (to inform them and also erase any possible connection between her and monsters) she also asked a spider to tell the leaders that they should consider coming together and quelling the riots and all out battle in/outside of the castle before they do- sending this message after she convinces the humans to do it. So when they eventually do it won’t be a rush of lone monsters running loose and ruining whatever chance they have at peace on the surface.
-Despite her reasoning Amp constantly feels bad about her choice and thinks that when they meet back up in the throne room they’ll hate her for leaving. This is because she’s scared of them leaving her behind and the fact that she left them makes her feel worse and extra hypocritical
-Meanwhile Shanx, while seeming perfectly calm and like he has complete faith in her, has been STRESSING THE FUCK OUT cause that’s his DAUGHTER and oh fuck what if she needs him or gets hurT OR DIES SANS HOLY FUXK WHAT DO I DO!? (Cron is much less stressed cause like, Its not official (YET)but she’s you’re kid so obviously it’s gonna work???) So he is fucking ecstatic when they do meet back up- like yeah the barrier is broke BUT NEVER DO THAT AGAIN OR YOU’RE GROUNDED YOU ABSOLUTELY RECKLESS FUCKING IDIOT so they got to all see the sky together, Amp remarks that she’s never seen the stars and galaxy so clearly before.
#Horrorfell#Shanx#Cron#Amp#idk if i chose muffets name yet or not#hf!cas#hf!papyrus#hf!sans#headcannons#tw; potentially upsetting content
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☀️KIMETSU NO YAIBA OC☀️
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• ~ ✧ Give up? I'm sorry but that's not in my vocabulary ✧ ~ •
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☀️NAME
=Karui (First Name) Seimei (Last Name) The meaning of his full name is "light of life". It was given by his family, why during his presence is the only light that gives him reason to live for her.
☀️ NICKNAME
=Ray of light (For his elder brother Taiyo Seimei) Kitsune (For the townspeople because of the fox mask) Dead eyes (for Fuku Saikō) Angel of light (Ryūsa Aisuru)
☀️ AGE
=He is 19 years old, was born on October 29.
☀️ BREED
=Semi Human, because you experienced it with demon parts, you don't even know what it really is.
☀️ GENDER
=Female.
☀️ SEXUALITY
=Heterosexual.
• ~ There is no doubt that there are stupid people here. ✧ ~ •
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☀️APPEARANCE
=She measures 1.71 cm, her weight is 48 kg (She eats a lot of meat because she has a demon stomach since, she never tires of eating)
= Its appearance is light brown skin with a light red tone
= Her eyes are yellow with a shade of orange, many seeing her coldness give her an absolute fear, but she smiles a few times only when seeing her like this one is surprised and causes her tenderness.
=Her hair is of a mixture between yellow and light orange and in her very dark orange tips with a mixture of blood of a crimson red color due to a certain amount of demons that she murdered according to the people of other villages oh other hunters but in reality she was born like this with a strange but striking color
☀️ CLOTHING
=During her missions, she wears the dress of a demon hunter, apart from the fact that she wears a sun Haori from a sunrise to which it is very striking from time to time she occupies her fox mask of disaster prevention, in her spare time she occupies a kimono of a pastel orange and the middle part of the hair is tied
☀️DISABILITIES
=He has a Scar on the abdomen due to an experiment she suffered.
☀️ IRREGULARITIES
=Since her childhood she had been born with fangs as other children bothered her, treating her like hell
• ~ ✧ I don't know why, but I really get happy when I make others feel good ✧ ~ •
「Psychological aspects」
☀️PERSONALITY
=Karui is a very cold Girl with other people, represses her emotions through a mask, rarely demonstrates her emotions to others, because if it is in an extreme situation or if there is something that at that time can express what she feels doing something that makes her feel good but, almost most of the time she demonstrates seriousness without even having a kind of comparison against a demon because she is still frustrated that she will experience it with demon organs and let her live, after her childhood was a Real nightmare
=In situations of her personality, when she is angry but she is not demonstrating it, what she does is give a knee in the face oh a kick in the stomach, she has a lot of patience but if they annoy her all the time she can get angry.
=But in extreme situations, if a demon manages to get Karui out of his boxes, he may show his true self by turning his eyes a crimson red by releasing his half demon.
=There are times when he can no longer bear the pain of the loss of his loved ones, he begins to cry, releasing all his sorrows.
☀️ LIKES
= Meat and vegetables
=To train
=Cheer on others
=the animals
☀️ DISLIKES
=Cockroaches
=The womanies
=The demons
=Be Makeup
☀️ DISORDERS
=For having parts of the devil because of that at night she has nightmares where she loses the beings she loves most, there are times that she cannot wake up because the demon that lives inside her tortures her own need.
☀️ FEARS
= He is afraid of becoming fond of other people who he meets along the way Why after a while he suffers witnessing the raw death of what she has loved.
• ~ ✧I won't stop until that demon is totally eliminated✧ ~ •
「Personal issues」
☀️HISTORY
= At the time the tragedy had arisen, it was at the time that Karui was 6 years old, in her childhood she was very happy, she remained happy, but the other children bothered her by calling her a phenomenon or demon just to be born with fangs, there are times that He witnessed those raw scenes that his beloved older brother was beaten by those children just for defending him.
He didn't care if he was beaten because he was immune to pain but she does care, he hates that his brother is seriously hurt, other than that. that he couldn't do anything to avoid it because he didn't have enough courage to face them and protect his brother, it hurt even his soul There were times when Karui wished she hadn't been born in this world with a lot of cruelty.
She felt a lot of guilt that there are people who belittle her parents, but the strange thing for her is that they didn't care at all at all, all they cared about is that she was happy, they did it so that she was not sad and that she continued to draw a beautiful and radiant smile One day she and her older brother were walking through the forest places collecting peaches until they had suddenly witnessed an appearance of a three-eyed demon and had an ax in a rare way in his hand, the demon noticing the presence of the children were heading quickly to kill them and then eat them, but hopefully they had been saved by a demon hunter who was supposedly a member of the pillars, the pillar of the flames, after a few minutes of making sure she and her brother were Well and that will guide you to your home, it was gone.
A few hours later Karui was alone sitting in the forest of plum blossoms where she was before collecting the fruits together with her brother she knew perfectly that it was dangerous to be alone and just when they had seen a demon in these places but she was quite stealthy at Listen to someone approaching her sense of hearing and apart that at that time there was no sun during the apparition of the devil, she was pondering what happened about what her older brother said about being demon hunters and on what breath, when the child returned home for the time the sun was already setting, when she returned home she witnessed the harsh death of her family among the flames, and the townspeople blamed her that she was responsible from the fire of the other houses, for being a demon, treating her as a murderer, she was in a panic, she had not done anything, she simply did nothing and falsely blamed that she was the monster here, she was thrown into a 3-meter cliff to die .
She thinking that she was going to die giving her last breaths had suddenly woken up in a different place, she was lying in a nursing class but with many damages she realized that she had tubes in her arms and in her abdomen She even had a big scar in that place that suddenly started to hurt, she felt weak because she could not move, unknown men approach her saying that she has a very strange blood, she had saved her life because they introduced organs of hell, they wanted to use it as a weapon against the other demons, Karui felt very badly surprised and scared He wanted to escape from here but he could not, why did he realize that they were using it as an experiment since they had not yet finished with her one day he had heard screams and supposed that there was a demon, she finally asked to move escape from the place and The only one she saw before she could leave here was a stranger with a formal suit and red eyes who looked at her from that place, Karui, for the days she had been hungry, she walked aimlessly weakly while the people looked at her for sorrow, she was saved by Tamayo who was in those places at night.
He had healed her wounds and even injected some vaccines so that the demon cells would not have an effect on her, he had taken care of her for 5 years until she considered her as her own mother, made a hairstyle with a tape that matched her his eyes and hair that had kept him with love Karui at the age of 11 Tamayo had told him the descriptions of the demons due to his demon blood, his power, even the 12 demonic moons along with the very person responsible for the appearance of demons and the most powerful, also He said that the death of his father had not been by a simple accident but by the work of a demon who possesses a fire ability, says goodbye to him thanking him for taking care of her since he was leaving the place on his own to be a demon hunter, to find that demon responsible for the death of his family, also defeat the creator of demons called muzan kibutsuji.
☀️ EXTRA
=He is afraid of Tomioka when he gets angry at her when he is seriously hurt due to his stubbornness for his confrontations with demons, because he does not want anything bad to happen to her.
=He takes pity on the pillar of sound and the pillar of the wind as he always discusses with them even hits the blows with sanemi when his patience runs out.
=He doesn't get along with Shinobu, because Karui is annoyed that he insults giyuu that everyone hates him even the annoying he likes and is ashamed of that.
=He hates to remove the tape from his hair since it is of sentimental value.
=When he entered the group of demon hunters he fainted by using concentrated breathing.
=When he met Tanjiro and the others, Tanjiro saw him as the Frenton steel boy, Zenitsu was sad to see him cry and that he needed help from Inosuke with the wild boar mask he looked like a strange semi-human animal that speaks and is a hunter of demons but without the mask she had eyes of a girl and with a bad character, she does not care why she shows potential and motivation but when she met Nezuko she does not decide to kill her because she had a bad time in her past and she is aware own what is right and what is wrong apart that the pink-eyed demon girl gets along very well with karui.
=She rescues children who lost their families by giving home on her teacher's farm that she and her husband welcome them with pleasure treating them like their children.
=Karui is not drinking Sake because when she takes a drop she falls asleep deeply and the next day she gets up with a headache. she is ashamed or blushes when she is praised for the good things she does, such as trying to cheer up others.
=His raven is very disturbing apart from that he insults other people and also says macabre threats, there are times when Karui wonders why the hell this crow touched him.
=Karui almost always occupies a combat at hand to prevent him from breaking his sword, since she is a good example for the blacksmiths of the town.
=The patron asks Karui to be the pillar of light, for the moment he is thinking about it.
• ~ ✧I express my emotions with the people that matter most to me, not to damn slags like you✧ ~ •
「Battle Info」
☀️SIDE
=Karui fights for his group of demon hunters, wants to defeat Muzan to find a way to return to normal
☀️RANGE
=Kinoe
☀️EQUIPMENT
=His sword is a style of a rod to which the sword handle is a bit long, but for her he can move it easily without any problem, the handle of his sword is rolled up by a black ribbon and a space has written " Sword of light "and a golden handle that is sturdy, has a white sheath.
☀️SKILLS
= At the moment it has Twelfth positions of the breath of light only that in the Twelfth it still does not manage to dominate it
-First form of light illusion: She quickly attacks her opponent with serious damage due to her breath without being able to react to such an attack.
-Second Form Side Illumination: She attacks in multiple ways confusing her opponent by pushing herself with something resistant, to finally cut the head of the demon is like a light passing through several mirrors.
-Third Backlight Form: She attacks from above where the demon is without noticing its presence
-Fourth Form Diffraction: With just one movement of his sword, the demon's head can be cut despite the long distance due to the rapidity of the attack.
- Fifth form dance of light: Through the dance a quantity of light accumulates in your sword by the movement avoiding the attacks of the demon that can be powerful that of a step followed when cutting the head instead of disintegrating in ashes disintegrates disappearing with small lights but in a very painful way for the demon that is burning while it reaches hell.
- Sixth form Dragon of light: within a battle, when making the attack his sword is formed a dragon thus attacking directly
-Seventh form Solar Eclipse: A ray of light is caused that from a distant battle a rotating attack with a glow ends the demon.
- eighth shape fire light twist: Like the seventh way but a close battle, with a surprise attack by the effect of light on the sword but unlike multiple turns before the demon will make its attack
- Ninth Form dazzling lights: She occupies that form if she is in a severe extreme squeeze during a powerful demon that she avoiding the attack by teleporting as small lights arrives on the other side of the battle closely with the enemy.
- Tenth Shape rotating lights: if the enemy attacks it from above or diagonally, avoid the attack with several lights around it that forms a turn of Fire.
- Eleventh Wings of Light Form: A simple illusion is propelled by propelling from the air to avoid a fall of several meters or in a battle.
- Twelfth Angel Guardian of Light Form: In a severely extreme situation a glow is caused in it rising from the air turning its eyes with illumination just like its sword forming the Sun Mark on its forehead, she as a ray of light destroys the demon due to a light of fire caused by the sword, only for the moment he still cannot control it.
- Karui has a good sense of sight that can see the enemy from afar or even in battle see the movements of the attack, also has a good sense of hearing, because he can hear someone approaching from afar
☀️ WEAKNESSES
=She can withstand many attacks by demons, but her weakness is the large scar on her abdomen that if she was hit hard in that place, she would be unable to move.
☀️ STATISTICS
≡ Strength: 10/10
≡ Dexterity: 10/10
≡ Agility: 10/10
≡ Luck: 7/10
≡ Charisma: 6/10
≡ Speed: 9/10
≡ Intelligence: 9/10
• ~ ✧There are certain difficult, complicated and sad moments that there is a certain time that you have to cry to avoid this discomfort✧ ~ •
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#my oc art#my oc#my art#kimetsu anime#kimetsu no yaiba#kimetsu no yaiba oc#oc kny#kny oc#kny fanart#kny anime#kimetsu no yaiba anime
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"You seem tired, Sans."
"always am."
"Yes but you're barely holding your head up. Stay right there." Sans' head slipped down into his folded arms.
"Closing early." Grillby called, silencing everyone immediately.
There were a few scattered complaints, some begs for a last call, but Grillby never relented and nobody ever asked twice.
"Let me just clean up." He knew Sans was asleep, drooling on his bar again, but he still felt the need to explain what he was doing.
"You mentioned before that with Papyrus's new work friends, and Mettaton coming over so often you had trouble sleeping with all the noise, and the kids aren't here tonight, so sleep here. It'll be quiet, apart from the noise I can't control."
"nah nah, that noise you make... it's great. peaceful. you're like my personal campfire. not mine. you don't belong to me." He stumbled over his words while Grillby patiently smiled.
"but it's fine. i don't want to intrude. you've already closed early and wasted your day, you probably want to do something yourself while the kids are gone."
"Nope. Nothing to do." Grillby began putting the chairs and stools up. "you don't have any room for me."
"I don't have any room for your arguing, but I have room for you to stay. We'll get you some lunch and then get you to bed."
"ugh, you sound like my father, not my boy-." He paused. "...my friend."
"Sorry, force of habit. You're so short it's hard to tell sometimes. Get up." Sans hopped off his barstool and put it up on the bar before Grillby had the chance to.
"i'm not hungry."
"You told me you hadn't eaten all day, and you haven't touched your fries."
"sorry."
"I was going to do a stir fry. Does that sound good to you?"
"can make that romantic, I think."
"Well, we'll always have candlelight." The bartender tugged him along by the strings of his hoodie, through the fire exit, up the stairs and to the semi hidden apartment, a place only very good friends of the Flamesmans were allowed to be. It was always hot, despite the complete lack of radiators, and more importantly it was cosy. A real home away from home.
"Sit." The big bad monster demanded, settling Sans down with a cushion and a pat on the head.
"how do you manage to keep this place so clean? always so tidy."
"We don't make messes, unlike some monsters."
"i bet you're secretly messy. you've got so many dark secrets one more won't hurt."
"You think I have a sock collection growing mushrooms somewhere?"
"i think you don't wear socks because you don't want to interrupt the fun-gi party."
"That one was bad." He heard sizzling and sniffed.
"smells good. don't you ever want to add new stuff to your menu?"
"Nope. Just burgers and fries for the customers."
"i feel special."
"You are special, to me."
"oh." Sans twiddled his thumbs and let that sit in his head. "cool."
"Wakey wakey." Grillby cooed, and Sans realised his eyelights were out and he'd fallen asleep.
"You fell asleep."
"i noticed." He shook himself awake and Grillby slipped a cushion into his lap.
"Eat." He put a plate on the cushion.
"not eating at the counter?"
"Nope."
"got something on tv?"
"Yes, that's how they work." He smiled through a mouthful of rice and peppers.
"tell me more about how tvs work."
"Magic." He shrugged. "I'm not a PHD carrying scientist, I'm afraid."
"yeah, magic sounds right. electricity is a lot like magic. slasher fic?"
"Yeah, sure."
"humans sure like their blood and guts on the outside."
"Mhm. Morbid curiosity."
"i'm glad we don't bleed."
"Yep." He became aware that the hot body beside him was now leaning up against him.
"Enjoying it?"
"yep. I know I say it a lot, but you're great at cooking and I don't know why you run a bar."
"Because I like alcohol in a non-alcoholic way
"right, right."
"Thank you, though. It's nice to get complimented so often by one particular person."
"yeah, i'm a particular person."
"You are. My friend."
"i knew you heard me earlier."
"I did. Are you finished?" Sans' plate was completely bare, if he'd had the chance he'd have licked it clean, too.
"yep." He lifted his arms above his head and stretched his aching bones, making a satisfying crack.
"Want to finish this, or head to bed?"
"bed, please." He whined, wanting nothing more than a soft place to rest his weary everything. "but I don't have anything to wear."
"You can wear one of my shirts."
"a little too forward, aren't you?"
"Yep. I'm really rushing through this relationship."
Grillby's room was so bare Sans almost forgot how sentimental he usually was about everything.
"I'm sorry about the mess." Grillby considered a 'mess' to be an unmade bed and a scattering of pencils and colognes on his dresser.
"you've seen my room, right? a mattress and a self sustaining tornado of trash? that's a mess."
"Your room is a nightmare scenario. Here, this might fit." He threw a black shirt at Sans.
Sans looked down at it.
"you have band shirts?"
"Yep." Grillby undressed in front of him with no shame, as if they hadn't already slept together.
"you're into death metal?"
"A little."
"well, you do sound like you swallowed a cheese grater, i guess i shouldn't be surprised." The shirt went down to his knees, like some kind of old timey nightshirt that happened to have a pentagram on it.
"left or right?"
"Either. Just come lie down."
"you're too concerned about me."
"I know." Grillby pulled him down and tucked him in against his will.
"i'll never come here again." He assured. Grillby pet his skull.
"I know." Sans rolled over to face him.
"you're pretty."
"Now that doesn't sound like you at all."
"you're so pretty, and you care so much about me."
"I am, and I do."
"that's great. i like being in a relationship with you."
"Me too." Sans put his hand over Grillby's cheek and stroked it.
"you're good."
And then he woke up.
"fuck."
It was morning outside, birds were singing and the sun was shining brightly.
The sun inside was shining too, but luckily that one was still asleep, so Sans could sneak out unnoticed. He changed back into his stale smelling clothes and rushed out of the bedroom before he made any noise.
"Hey Sans."
"fuck."
"Dad doesn't like that language."
"You'll have to put one gold in the swear jar." Heats came up to him shaking the half full jar.
"what time is it?"
"Seven thirty." Fuku put down her book, stood up and smoothed out her skirt. Sans put a gold piece in the jar and Heats gave him a smug, satisfied grin. He looked exactly like Grillby did when he was smug.
"need a ride to school?"
"Need to get out cause you're afraid of commitment?" Fuku teased, picking up her backpack.
"take a day off, sweetie." He nudged her.
"Dad likes you." Heats chimed in.
"cool."
"You like him?"
"yeah."
"Cool."
Grillby woke up two hours later to a text.
'thank you so much for letting me sleep with you even though i was a dick. i want to do it again sometime, and possibly call you my boyfriend? i'll see you later.'
'You're welcome, boyfriend. Want to make an announcement later?'
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Japan Day 24
Today was the first day in a while I genuinely felt happy from morning to night (okay a few angry spikes but I was able to calm down pretty fast). I’ve been dreading this day honestly cause originally I was supposed to confront the issue when I headed to Hakata but it didn’t happen due to the other party and I was afraid of how heavy my heart would feel. But instead from the moment I woke up, I felt ready to tackle the world. I left Hiroshima today and took the Shinkansen down to Fukuoka. As I left Hakata station I was greeted by a farmer’s market, unfortunately they weren’t open yet and I didn’t think I’d get a chance to come back so I took as much of a look around the perimeter as I could. I headed to my dorm at The Life Hostel & Bar Lounge to drop off my stuff. I was greeted by the funniest employee. He was so elated when he heard I was from California and he kept giving me fist bumps. It was endearing. Once I dropped my things off I headed out for the day still trying to figure out what to do.
Despite everyone telling me to visit Ohori Park, I decided to go with my gut and go to a further location. The bus there was infrequent and long but I took my time strolling to the stop. On the way I passed by Kushida Shrine which had one of the most impressive displays I’ve seen yet at any shrine or temple
From there I continued my wandering and ended in the Hakata Old Town Area. I passed by the Hakata Traditional Craft and Design Museum which has free admission and some very informative and well-written displays about traditional Hakata textiles and doll design.
The centerpiece of the museum is this statute of the Fuku No Kami, a common motif of Hakata.
I continued to the bus stop and had the opportunity to explore the Kawabata Shopping Arcade. Their selection here is slightly different than other shopping arcades I’ve visited so I had a lot of fun exploring. I especially loved one shop that specialized in soy bean cosmetic goods and drinks. The amazake soy milk was so fresh and delicious. After the endless detours I did eventually make my way to the bus stop and to Uminonakamichi Seaside Park. I wasn’t quite sure where to go so I first headed left (facing Marine World) and ended up at a big empty green field by the water with an open BBQ restaurant connected to a small looking resort. I ended up going into The Luiganz resort for a delicous farm to table buffet lunch.
Gorgeous dining room with a view of their pool and some towering palm trees.
The selection was limited but the quality of the ingredients were excellent and the price was very reasonable at around $20.
After lunch I headed in the other direction and into the proper seaside park area. You can rent a bike for about $5 for the whole day and just bike this massive place. There’s so many paths I know I didn’t get to explore nearly all of them. There’s everything from a bird sanctuary to vast flower fields. Everything about the process was so simple.
Tons of gorgeous and fun spots but the best spot was definitely the
The Shiomidai Lookout where you can get a lovely panoramic view of the Genkai-nada Sea. There was just no one here and it was such a lovely place to unwind.
I’m not sure how long the entire bike ride was but it was definitely worth the pocket change. I took the railways back and ended up at Hakata Station where the Farmer’s Market was now in full swing.
I picked up some pre-dinner snacks and walked around before getting on the totally wrong bus and ending up in the Tenjin area. I walked around for a bit before finally heading back to my hotel to settle in so I could get going to the Yatai stalls by the river. The walk there was interesting since it’s through Hakata’s red light district. The place was crowded but not too too overrun. Most places didn’t have an English menu so I made a complete guess about where to eat but I chose the stall with the granny cooking because that’s where the best meals come from!
Such a fun experience getting crammed into a stall and trying to juggle your meal. Gorgeous river views too (if you’re willing to turn back and actually look at it).
I ended the night with a convenience store dessert before heading off to bed for my next big day.
All the extra little snacks I picked up on the way. I cannot stop eating here...
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摩訶般若波羅蜜 Maka hannya-haramitashu (Japanese Heart Sutra)
まかはんにゃはらみたしんぎょう。かんじざいぼさつ。ぎょうじんはんにゃはらみたじ。しょうけんごうんかいくう。どいっさいくやく。しゃりし。しきふいくう。くうふいしき。しきそくぜくう。くうそくぜしき。じゅそうぎょうしきやくぶにょぜ。しゃりし。ぜしょほうくうそう。ふしょうふめつ。ふくふじょう。ふぞうふげん。ぜこくうちゅう。むしき. むじゅそうぎょうしき。むげんにびぜっしんい。むしきしょうこうみそくほう。むげんかい。ないしむいしきかい。むむみょう。やくむむみょうじん。ないしむろうし。やくむろうしじん。むくしゅうめつどう。むちやくむとく。いむしょとくこ。ぼだいさった。えはんにゃはらみたこ。しんむけいげ。 むけいげこ。むうくふ。 おんりいっさいてんどうむそう。くきょうねはん。さんぜしょうぶつ。えはんにゃはらみたこ。とくあのくたらさんみゃくさんぼだい。こちはんにゃはらみた。ぜだいじんしゅ。ぜだいみょうしゅ。ぜむじょうしゅ。ぜむとうどうしゅ。のうじょいっさいく。しんじつふここせつ。はんにゃはらみたしゅ。そくせつしゅわつ。
[ ぎゃていぎゃてい。はらぎゃてい。はらそうぎゃてい。ぼじそわか。]
はんにゃしんぎょう。
maka-han nya haramita shin gyō. kan jizai bo-satsu. gyōjin hannya haramitaji. shō kengo un kaikū. doissaiku yaku. shari shi. shiki fuikū. kū fui shiki. shi kisoku ze kū. kūso Kuze shiki. ju sōgyō shiki yakubu nyo ze. sharishi. ze sho hō kū sō. fu shō fumetsu. fuku fujō. fuzō fugen. ze ko kūchū. mushiki. mu ju sōgyō shiki. mugenni bi zesshini. mu shiki shōkō miso ku hō. mugen kai. naishi mu ishiki kai. mumu myō. yaku mumu myō-jin. naishi mu rō shi. yaku mu rō shijin. muku shu umetsudou. muchi ya kumutoku. imu shotoku-ko. bodai satta. e hannya haramita ko. shin mu kei-ge. mu kei-ge ko. mū ku-fu. on Riissaite n dō musō. ku kyō ne han. sanze shō-butsu. e hannya haramita ko. toku ano ku tara-san myaku-san bo dai. kochi-han nya haramita. ze daijin shu. ze daimyō-shu. ze mujō-shu. ze mu to u dō shu. nō jo issaiku. Shinji tsu fuko kosetsu. hannya haramita shu. sokuse tsu shuwa tsu;
[ gya tei gya tei. hara gyatei. harasō gyatei. boji sowa ka. ]
hannya shin gyō.
When Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva was practicing the profound Prajna Paramita she illuminated the Five Skandhas and saw that they are all empty and she crossed beyond all suffering and difficulty. Shariputra form does not differ from emptiness; emptiness does not differ from form. Form itself is emptiness, emptiness itself is form. So too are feeling, cognition, formation, and consciousness. Shariputra, all Dharmas are empty of characteristics. They are not produced, not destroyed, not defiled, not pure; and they neither increase nor diminish. Therefore, in emptiness there is no form, feeling, cognition, formation, or consciousness. No eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, or mind. No sights, sounds, smells, tastes, objects of touch, or Dharmas. No field of the eyes up to and including no field of mind consciousness and no ignorance or ending of ignorance. Up to and including no old age and death or ending of old age and death. There is no suffering, no accumulating, no extinction, and no way and no understanding and no attaining. Because nothing is attained, the Bodhisattva through reliance on Prajna Paramita is unimpeded in his mind. Because there is no impediment, he is not afraid, and he leaves distorted dream-thinking far behind. Ultimately Nirvana! All Buddhas of the three periods of time attain Anuttara-samyak-sambodhi through reliance on Prajna Paramita. Therefore know that Prajna Paramita is a Great Spiritual Mantra Therefore know that Prajna Paramita is a Great Spiritual Mantra. A Great Bright Mantra. A Supreme Mantra, an Unequalled Mantra. It can remove all suffering. It is genuine and not false. That is why the Mantra of Prajna Paramita was spoken. Recite it like this:
[Gaté Gaté Paragaté Parasamgaté Bodhi Svaha!]
Explanation
As a prajnaparamita (prajñāpāramitā 般若波羅蜜多) text, the Heart Sutra reveals the fundamental doctrine of Buddhism, that all phenomena are empty of any independent, substantial or eternal existence. In his first discourse to five ascetics in Deer Park at Sarnath, the Buddha revealed the most basic understanding necessary for the cessation of suffering, that a sentient being has no essential self, but is actually the momentary coalescence of the five skandhas (pañca-skandha 五蘊). form 色, sensation 受, perception 想, volition 行 and consciousness 識, and it is the misunderstanding of their coming together and falling apart that creates an illusion of self. As Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara realizes in the Sutra, all five skandhas are empty, In other words, not only is the Self devoid of any real, objective existence, so are the very skandhas that combine to create the illusion of a Self. It’s through this realization of emptiness, rather than impermanence, that the Bodhisattva overcomes all suffering.
This doctrine of emptiness is called sunyata (śūnyatā 空), and is the ultimate conclusion of the Buddha’s teaching that all things depend upon causes and conditions to arise and, therefore, lack any intrinsic nature. This revelation of impermanence set into motion the turning of the Wheel of the Law, as it is called in Buddhist tradition, and represents the beginning of the Buddha’s forty-five years of teaching.
Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara continues to apply this truth to all the basic components of the abhidharma thinking that Shariputra (Śāriputra 舍利子) represents in the text, including the eighteen bases of perceptual activity (dhātu 界) which include the six sense faculties (eye 眼, ear 耳, nose 鼻, tongue 舌, body 身, and mind 意), the six sensory objects (sight 色, sound 聲, scent 香, taste 味, touch 觸, and thought 法), and the the twelve links in the chain of causation, and the six perceptual awarenesses that arise from the contact between the sense faculty and its corresponding sensory object (e.g., visual 眼界 and mental awareness 意識界) and the Four Noble Truths.
Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara explains that even prajna, the very wisdom that arises through this penetratingly deep understanding of emptiness, is also empty, and that ultimately nothing is attained in the practice of prajnaparamita because there is nothing to attain and no one to attain it. This paradox of non-attainment is at the very heart of the prajnaparamita literature and is nowhere more clearly presented than in the Heart Sutra.
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