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takabrows · 1 year
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They're in love or something.
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sakuranoumi · 2 years
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Fandom: Shaman King
Characters: Hao, Yoh
Word Count: 804
Prompt: Deep in Thought
Hao sat there quietly, contemplating everything as he slowly turned his hand in front of him. Every single perfect coincidence lining up to give him exactly what he wanted.
Yoh could have not been born, and sure Hao likely still would have become Shaman King, but would his mother still have been out of his reach? Would Ohachiyo still plague his mind giving him no reprieve? No one else there the day of his crowning really cared about him. They cared because Yoh cared. They saved him because Yoh wanted to save him. Without Yoh would he have been just as disgruntled of a husk as Yabisu?
 It wasn't completely true. Opacho cared about him, but she stood no chance of saving him while still so young. She opened his heart. She helped, but she was just as powerless as everyone else to calm his raging heart. Only Yoh could. Only Yoh did.
 There's other things that could have gone wrong. Yoh could have developed reishi, no Yoh  should   have developed reishi. He didn't against all odds and Hao was thankful he spared him of that. He spared him of a life just like Hao's own. Hao and Anna both knew you couldn't save someone else when you can't even save yourself. If Yoh had developed reishi then all three of them would have been miserable. All three of them would have been destroyed.
 Anna. What if Hao had found her first, found her in the snow before Kino could take her in and under the Asakura fold. Would Matamune still be here? Would Matamune still be walking around with his gift? But conversely, would Hao have been saved? Yoh wouldn't know about reishi. He wouldn't know about his power to change hearts.
 Yabisu could have meddled with any of this and he didn't. A perfect storm so easy to send off course. All roads led to Hao being Shaman King but no other road lead to him be happy, well not that he could call this happy. There was bureaucracy and a revolt. He still couldn't have things his way.
“What are you thinking about?” Yoh asked, softly, grabbing Hao's hand and bringing it down out of the one spot Hao's eyes were focused and unfocused at the same time.
“You. Me. How easily we could have had none of this.”
“Everything will work out, remember?”
 That silly phrase Yoh always said. That phrase that seemed to blanket him and work as his super power. That phrase that whispered back to him in another life.
 Don't cry, Asaha. Everything will work out. The gods and spirits will provide for us as long as we believe.
Yoh's eyes scrunched up, studying him.
“Are you okay?”
Yoh's hair was brown like his own. It wasn't honey blond. Yoh was the other half of his soul, not his mother, yet those are the same words his mother always said. Whenever something didn't seem to go right, she'd say everything will work out as they offered up a prayer. His mother's magic phrase.
“She never left,” Hao whispered, and Yoh cocked his head in confusion.
“My mother,” Hao elaborated.
“Of course not. We explained that. Remember? You just couldn't see her through all the hate.”
“No,” Hao retorted, grabbing both of Yoh's hands like a lifeline, “She's been protecting me this whole time. Orchestrating everything.”
“I guess,” Yoh replied, not convinced.
“Your stupid phrase, Yoh. That was her. It was always her.”
“I'm no more your mom than Anna is.”
“You aren't,” Hao conceded, “but you are me. You're the me that walked hand in hand with her. You're the me that could always see her. You may not have remembered but your heart was open to her. She worked through you. She protected you.”
Yoh's eyes softened.
“I'm me and you're you, but I'm glad you found happiness. I really am, but sometimes we have to learn how to let go.”
Hao glared at him.
“I'm not fourteen anymore. You can't always live in the past. That's your problem.”
“I'm lonely here,” Hao admitted, softly.
“Then walk on the earth again. Live again. Who says a god has to be confined to here? Who makes the rules if not a god?”
“You're insufferable, you know that?”
“You tell me that every day,” the vestige of Yoh replied with a cheeky smile.
Hao waved his hand banishing him. Banishing his creation that allowed himself to stay suspended in time. The past was painful and he can't allow himself to get stuck there again. He must move forward. He must guide those below in the way he wanted. His nephew was growing older, and Hao was missing so many firsts.
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artsy-1diot · 3 months
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MANKIND IS DEAD.
BLOOD IS FUEL.
HELL IS FULL.
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My V1 cosplay is done yippeeeeeeee!!!!!!!! :D
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megsthetic · 1 year
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“Riku. All my strength came from them... Alone, I’m worthless.”
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elyserie · 8 months
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Fate's Refusal to Honour (or at least properly research) Depictions of Non-Japanese Figures 2: Electric Bogaloo ft. Wandjina from the Current JP Summer Event
Disclaimer: While I am an Australian, I am NOT of Aboriginal or Torres Strait Islander descent. Therefore, I am coming at this issue from an outsider's perspective. If there is an Aboriginal person, or more specifically of the Mowanjum people from the Kimberly regions, please PLEASE correct me if I am wrong on any front.
The culprit behind the events of the current Summer story in the JP servers has recently been revealed to be Wandjina, a creator Dreamtime figure from the Mowanjum people's culture.
In any other context, I would be thrilled to have an Australian figure in FGO, but the problem here is the figure they use.
Wandjina are sacred to the Mowanjum people, and therefore one needs to go through Aboriginal Law to obtain the right to use the Wandjina's image.
In Australia, this resulted in an actual conflict between a non-indigenous artist and aboriginals. You can read more here, but one quote to note is from an Aboriginal man of the Darug people, Chris Tobin: "Aboriginal law is very specific on what you can and can't do with wan[d]jinas." Another quote on this topic is made by the owner of an Aboriginal art gallery, Adrian Newstead: "Only a few Aboriginal artists ever win the right to depict wan[d]jina, and only then after years of initiations and ceremonies..."
I am NOT attaching an image of FGO's iteration of Wandjina due to this. Not only is her appearance only Aboriginal on a surface-level with her 'dot art' aesthetic (dot art* is only a recent addition to Aboriginal culture, created back in the 1970s), having no resemblance to an Aboriginal person (note, that while many Aboriginal people are white/pale, FGO continually chooses to depict people of colour as light skinned as possible. And yes, I know she's blue, not white. There is literally no records of her being blue skinned; is this because Wandjina's are associated with rain????) but she is also not very Wandjina looking? These figures do not have mouths, have large eyes meant to resemble the eye of a storm and are typically depicted with elaborate headdresses. That little glowing boomerang on her head is not exactly elaborate. And WHY does she have a boomerang??? Because she's Australian???? By that logic, every Japanese figure needs to have a katana. #GiveMurasakiaKatana2023.
There is also the issue of Cnoc na Riabh. While it is funny to think that she's a foreigner because of an Australian influence, Yaraan-doo is also another Aboriginal figure. And it is slapped onto a white girl for a fan service event. I'd just rather Fate leave Aboriginal culture alone and just do, like, Ned Kelly or something if they're going to continue like this.
More resources and info under the read more!
You'll have noted in the quotes that I've edited an 'n' into wanjinas. This is so I didn't confuse anyone: both can be the correct spelling! I just stuck to what I thought FGO was using for their Wandjina.
Here's an overview of what wandjinas are and their inappropriate use in art: https://www.creativespirits.info/aboriginalculture/arts/what-are-wandjinas
Here's another page about an inappropriate use of Wandjinas (note: it's only a short synopsis about a documentary that covered the incident, I'm uncertain if you would be able to get access to the documentary outside of Australia): https://www.creativespirits.info/resources/movies/who-paintin-dis-wandjina
It should also be noted that the two websites I've linked above are from the website Creative Spirits. While it is run by a non-Indigenous person, the person behind it is currently transitioning it to be an Aboriginal owned and run resource. You can read more about how this site is run in his About page.
*If you want to know about dot art's origin, here and here are some resources on them. However, this article brings up something interesting that I would like to bring back to FGO Wandjina's dot art aesthetic. It notes that "the term 'dot painting' stems from what the Western eye sees when faced with contemporary Aboriginal acrylic paintings" (emphasis mine). All three articles note that dots were used to obfuscate sacred symbols and artifacts so that those who were not initiated into their cultures could not see what these figures were. In that case, what the hell is the dot art seen on Fate's Wandjina supposed to represent? In this article, it talks about the symbolism in Indigenous art. Fate's Wandjina has none.
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werepuppe · 5 months
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this game made me shit myself
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Genshin Impact × Discovery Collaboration Benefit Short Documentary "Voices of Nature"
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Traveler, the Discovery Collaboration Benefit Short Documentary "Voices of Nature" is online!
Nature's been talking to us all along. Have you been hearing it?
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arsonforcharlie · 1 month
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last night when I got home I had to shove the door open because pigeon fell asleep against it waiting for me to come back! my heart cannot take this
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brainrot-stitch · 1 month
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Steve saga doodles !! :3
All early steve saga, like before rainbow could talk timeline
Grhh I am so normal about them so so normal...
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humming-fly · 2 years
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Meta Knight’s number one motto is “Be prepared”, and his number two motto is “If I get possessed again I better get something cool out of it”
Originally I was gonna put this poster in the background but it got cluttered so here it is on its own cause I still think it’s funny:
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colorfuldragons · 1 year
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hey guys its me im the joker im jokeing over here
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descendant-of-truth · 4 months
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"What I want... is to stay here."
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jefferythejelly · 1 year
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would you be able to recreate the family picture they took at the streamer awards with the blobs? i know a bunch of the people in that picture don't have a design but maybe with the ones who do?
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this was really cute ty anon :]
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citrussnap · 12 days
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Redrew corvo from dishonored 2 and ryan from infinity train as that one steven universe meme cause they're my 2 favorite characters currently 😁👍
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what-the-fuck-khr · 2 months
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Kamonohashi Ron no Kindan Suiri from Amano’s new visual for her exhibition!
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raylex · 1 month
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Good Morning Sunlight
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Still not quite used to life in the Glade of Dreams, Lex wakes up and has some trouble taking everything in. Raylex sweetness that I forgot to post. <3 1.026 words. Also on AO3!
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The early hours of the morning were starting to creep up on the Glade of Dreams, as its two suns rose to provide warmth and light to all of its inhabitants. Many creatures had already awoken from their slumber, pacing through the greenery of the jungles and forests to start their daily errands.
This, of course, was far from the case for two limbless lovers, who were tangled up together in a sleepy cuddle, covered in soft, fluffy blankets amidst the tall grass surrounding them.
The blankets in question–all of which had various warm, muted colors and were decorated with nature-inspired patterns–had been handknitted by Betilla the Fairy, given to them as a present on their wedding day. Perfect for a couple of sleepyheads. 
The shorter of the two–that being Lex, of course, the alien Stargazer–faintly mumbled some incomprehensible gibberish, lost in whatever he was currently dreaming about. His grip on his lover–Rayman, who else?–tightened in his sleep, as he clung onto him like a koala bear.
As the morning began to set in, Lums illuminated the air, flapping their little wings and humming softly. While most of the Glade’s inhabitants were used to these tiny creatures and their general presence, Lex was still growing accustomed to them after having lived most of his life in deep space. Sure, he didn’t remember much–if anything–of what that was like, but his body sure did, and it acted accordingly.
Space was quiet. The Glade, though it didn’t seem like anything out of the ordinary to most folks, was not.
Lex stirred in his sleep, feeling his eyes begin to open ever so slightly. He groaned–he was barely awake, and yet all of his senses were already being overwhelmed at full blast. Too many bright lights. Too many loud noises. God, it was… a lot.
He buried his face deeper into the fabric of Rayman’s hoodie, nuzzling his chest in an attempt to let it calm him down enough to go back to sleep. Of course, though, said attempt was unsuccessful, and he wasn’t going back to dreamland anytime soon.
Not long after, he felt the familiar touch of gloved fingers delicately stroking his back, and he couldn’t help but feel a smile make its way onto his face.
“G’morning,” Lex whispered, bringing one of his hands up to caress Rayman’s cheek, getting a silent chuckle out of the hero.
“Morning, snugglebug,” Rayman replied–his voice deep and hoarse as he adjusted to the feeling of being awake after his slumber. Lex’s smile brightened and a heat rapidly rose to his face. No matter how many times he’d heard it before, he never got tired of that adorable, sleepy voice. It was like music to his ears… if he had any ears. It was like music to his, uh, antennae. Which were, speaking of, twitching at every little sound vibration in the air.
Rayman let out a long, drawn-out yawn, smacking his lips for a while afterwards. Though he looked like he was more than ready to go back to sleep, he pulled his beloved closer, fighting his body’s urge to close his eyes once more. “Something caught your attention?”
Lex shook his head against Rayman’s body, merely letting out an unsure hum. “Not… not really, no. Just… I dunno. It’s way too early in the morning for the world around us to be, uh, this active. This loud… and bright.”
“You overstimulated, sweetheart?”, Rayman muttered, continuing his embrace with delicate strokes on Lex’s back. “‘Cause I think it’s real quiet and peaceful. But I know you’re a bit more sensitive to all of this stuff than I am.”
“Mmmm… maybe,” Lex sighed, pulling their shared blanket higher up in a feeble attempt to block out the rays of the suns.
“We’ll crash somewhere closer to the shade next time, bud. Sorry about that.”
“You… you don’t have to apologize, silly. It’s not–it’s not your fault.”
“Aw, but it is. I’ve gotta protect you, y’know?”
An amused snicker escaped Lex. What had he done to deserve this man?
“You can’t… you can’t protect me from everything. But I love you anyway.”
“Still gonna try… only the best for the love of my life,” Rayman softly mumbled, lightly nuzzling his nose against the top of Lex’s head. And at a sentence and gesture like that, Lex couldn’t stop his entire face from heating up.
“...You’re too nice to me,” Lex muttered meekly, letting out a quiet yelp as he felt his lover begin to sit up, dragging Lex up with him in the process as the two were still tangled up in each other’s–hypothetical–arms.
“Y’wanna grab some grub?”, Rayman yawned, rubbing his eyes. “All this sleeping is making me hungry… and we could go somewhere more quiet. Could make you some blueberry pancakes.”
Lex grinned, looking up at Rayman as he sighed contently. “Blueberry pancakes do sound pretty nice right about now. You–you spoil me, y’know that?”
Rayman, finally starting to fully awaken, ruffled Lex’s hair–being careful not to be too rough, considering how fragile his antennae were–and let out a hearty chuckle. “Yeah, but I like spoiling you. Seeing the way your face scrunches up when you get happy is the highlight of my day.”
A shy, squeaky giggle was all that Lex could come up with in response, and Rayman could’ve sworn he practically felt his pupils turn into hearts at the display. He pulled him closer, rocking him back and forth for a bit as he traced his finger across the smile on Lex’s face.
“That’s exactly what I mean…”, he cooed, kissing the top of his head one last time before he finally stood up, letting the pile of blankets fall to the side and stretching his body as best as you can without any limbs. Lex wasted no time in getting up along with him, grabbing the soft blankets and nuzzling his face against them one last time before the two lovebirds headed deeper into the forest, hand in hand. Next on the agenda; blueberry pancakes… and maybe another nap.
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