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Title: Bounded by Resolve
Paring: Sanzo Party x reader (Saiyuki)
Word Count: 2.1k.
TW: gn!reader, platonic?, reader gets hurt, comfort, Sanzo crew gets worried
Sweat beads on your brow as you watch, your heart hammering in your chest with a rhythm that matches the drumbeat of fear pulsing through your veins. The scent of sweat and fear hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the forest floor to create an atmosphere thick with tension.
The demon's approach is relentless, its movements sinuous and predatory as it slithers closer to the Sanzo party. The dense forest around you seems to pulse with a sinister energy, the eerie backdrop only adding to the sense of impending confrontation.
Suddenly, a low growl breaks the tranquility, shattering the eerie stillness of the forest. It's the harbinger of the approaching danger, a warning sign that sets your nerves alight with a fierce urgency.
With a swift and fluid motion, you step forward, your movements propelled by a sense of fierce determination that burns within you like wildfire.
Your comrades, caught off guard by the sudden appearance of danger, instinctively draw their weapons, their faces etched with a mixture of determination and resolve. The glint of steel in their hands reflects the fierce determination burning within their souls.
Sanzo, with his signature aloof demeanor, grips his gun with a steely resolve, his gaze piercing through the shadows with a clarity that belies the chaos of the moment. His lips curl into a grim line, a silent vow etched upon his features as he prepares to face whatever darkness lurks ahead.
Hakkai's calm facade masks the storm of emotions roiling beneath the surface, his hands steady as he readies his chi with practiced precision. His eyes betray a hint of concern, but beneath the worry lies a steadfast determination to stand firm against the encroaching threat.
Gojyo's easygoing demeanor gives way to a fierce intensity as he brandishes his favorite weapon, the gleaming blade of his shakujo flashing in the dappled sunlight. His stance is one of unwavering readiness, every muscle coiled like a spring as he prepares to unleash his fury upon any who dare to threaten his comrades.
Goku, ever the embodiment of boundless energy and enthusiasm, grips his extendable staff with a fierce determination, his eyes blazing with an inner fire that refuses to be extinguished. His muscles tense with anticipation, his entire being a testament to the unwavering loyalty he holds for his companions.
Demons emerge from the shadows like a nightmare-given form, its grotesque features twisted into a snarl of malevolence. Their eyes narrow as they size you up, their predatory gaze flickering with a hunger that sends a shiver down your spine.
With every strike exchanged, the forest seems to hold its breath, the sounds of battle echoing amidst the ancient trees like a primal chorus. The clash of metal against flesh reverberates through the air, a symphony of violence and chaos that echoes through the ancient trees. Each strike is a dance of life and death, a testament to your skill and determination in the face of overwhelming odds.
With a guttural snarl, it lunges forward, its claws slashing through the air with deadly accuracy. Pain explodes across your side as you take the hit, a sharp gasp escaping your lips despite your best efforts to suppress it.
Adrenaline courses through your veins, heightening your senses to a razor-sharp edge. Every movement of your adversaries is cataloged with meticulous precision, their intentions laid bare before you like an open book.
As you stumble backward, the forest spins around you, disorienting and chaotic. The world tilts dangerously, threatening to swallow you whole as you struggle to regain your footing on unsteady ground. Every movement is an uphill battle against the relentless onslaught of pain that courses through your body, a symphony of agony that threatens to drown out all other sensations.
But you refuse to succumb to the overwhelming tide of pain. With a fierce determination burning bright within you, you push through the agony. The very fiber of your being screams in protest, but you steel yourself against the onslaught, drawing upon reservoirs of strength you never knew you possessed.
The world starts to blur around you, the sounds of battle fading into the background as you focus all of your energy on the task at hand. Each breath comes ragged and labored, every movement an act of defiance against the pain that threatens to consume you.
With each blow you deliver, you chip away at the demon's defenses, inching closer and closer to victory with every strike.
And as the battle rages on around you, you find yourself drawing strength from the unbreakable bond that binds you to your comrades. Their faces flash before your eyes, a reminder of the stakes at hand and the importance of your mission.
The battle rages on around you, a chaotic symphony of clashing weapons and anguished cries. Your vision swims as you struggle to keep pace with the frenetic pace of the fight, each movement sending waves of agony radiating through your wounded side. But still, you press on, driven by a single-minded resolve to protect those you hold dear.
A wave of exhaustion washes over you, threatening to drag you into unconsciousness. You cling to consciousness by sheer force of will.
As the last of the demons falls, a deafening silence descends upon the forest, broken only by the ragged gasps of your companions and the steady rhythm of your own labored breathing.
Your limbs feel as heavy as lead, each movement a Herculean effort that sends shooting pains lancing through your battered body.
Your muscles ache with a deep-seated weariness, every fiber screaming in protest with each faltering step you take. It's as if your bones are made of molten iron, dragging you down with each labored breath, each heartbeat a thunderous drumbeat in your ears.
Your vision swims in and out of focus, the world around you reduced to a hazy blur of muted colors and indistinct shapes. Each footfall sends shockwaves of agony radiating through your weary frame, threatening to send you sprawling to the forest floor in a heap of exhaustion and pain.
But still, you cling to consciousness. Every ounce of your being is focused on the single-minded task of following the Sanzo party back onto the road.
"Aw man, that was it?" Goku chimes out. "Man, I'm starving!"
"Shut up, you stupid monkey!" Gojyo shouts.
"Hey, that was a big fight!"
"Now, now, the next town is about a drive's breakfast" Hakai chides.
"All right! Let's go!" Goku says as he jumps in the backseat.
You move carefully with them, to avoid the injury being seen. Sanzo takes a small glance back at your unusual slowness, but chalks it up as exhaustion.
With every passing moment, your condition worsens, the relentless march of time eroding the fragile facade of strength you've meticulously maintained. The blood-soaked fabric of your shirt clings to your skin like a macabre second skin, a grim reminder of the toll exacted by the fierce battle you've waged.
Each movement sends jolts of agony coursing through your weary frame. Your vision narrows to a pinprick, the darkness at the edges creeping ever closer with each labored heartbeat.
The world blurs into a hazy blur of pain and exhaustion as you struggle to remain upright. Each breath comes out softly, ragged and labored, with the darkness at the edges of your vision creeping ever closer.
It's Gojyo who notices first, his sharp eyes catching the telltale signs of your distress. With a curse, he breaks away from the group, rushing to your side with a sense of urgency that belies his usual carefree demeanor.
"Hakkai, we've got a problem," he calls out urgently, his voice cutting through the atmosphere like a knife.
Hakkai's brow furrows in concern as he glances over his shoulder, his hands steady on the wheel as he maneuvers the vehicle through the dense forest. "What's wrong?" he asks, his voice a calm anchor amidst the rising tide of panic.
Gojyo's expression is grim as he gestures towards you, his movements urgent and decisive. "It's y/n. They're hurt bad," he says, his words clipped and to the point as he assesses the extent of your injuries.
Panic sets in among your comrades as they realize the severity of your condition, their frantic attempts to rouse you echoing in the recesses of your fading consciousness. Through the haze, you hear their voices, a jumble of worry and fear that cuts through the fog of pain enveloping your mind.
"Hey, come on! Wake up!" Goku pleads, his voice cracking with emotion as he searches desperately for any sign of consciousness.
Sanzo's jaw tightens with concern as he watches the scene unfold, his normally stoic facade betraying a hint of unease. "We need to get them help. Now," he declares, his tone holding no argument, directing Hakkai to pick up the pace.
Through the haze of pain and exhaustion, you struggle to make sense of the chaos around you. The voices of your comrades blend together in a cacophony of worry and fear, their urgent pleas a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to consume you whole.
As you faded out, succumbing to the pain, the group discuss their next action.
"Damn it. Why didn't they say anything?" Sanzo grumbles, huffing out a smoke.
"Hakai, hurry!" Goku shouts. "It looks really bad!"
"I'm trying, Goku. I can only go so fast!" Hakai replies, going as fast as he can, as he glances at you through the rearview mirror.
Gojyo remains silent, his hands putting pressure on your wounds. His expression laced with concern.
"This damn idiot" he curses. "When you wake up, I'll kill you."
Time loses all meaning as you drift in and out of consciousness, the world reduced to a series of fragmented impressions and fleeting moments of clarity.
As consciousness gradually returns, you find yourself enveloped in a cocoon of warmth and safety, the soft embrace of a bed cradling your weary body.
The gentle rustle of fabric and the faint scent of herbs mingle in the air, offering a soothing balm to your senses as you struggle to piece together the fragments of memory that cling to the recesses of your mind.
It's only when you finally awaken to the warmth of a bed and the gentle touch of bandages around your waist that you realize you've been saved from the brink of death.
Blinking away the remnants of sleep, you find yourself greeted by the familiar faces of your companions, their expressions a swirling mix of relief and concern.
As you shuffle yourself upright, the group quickly comes over.
Sanzo's gruff voice pierces through the haze, his words laced with a grudging sense of worry that he can't quite conceal.
"You're lucky you didn't bleed out before we found you," he mutters, his gaze flickering between irritation and genuine concern. "Next time, try not to be so reckless."
Hakkai's gentle touch brushes against your forehead, his hands deftly adjusting the bandages that encircle your waist. "You gave us quite a scare," he says softly.
Gojyo's worried expression speaks volumes, his usually jovial demeanor tempered by the gravity of the situation. "Damn it, don't you ever scare us like that again," he grumbles, his words tinged with a vulnerability rarely shown.
Goku's infectious grin is a welcome sight. "I knew you'd pull through!" he exclaims, his voice brimming with unbridled enthusiasm.
As the atmosphere lightens with shared relief, Goku's bright grin widens even further, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hey, now that you're awake, can we eat?" he interjects, his stomach audibly growling in agreement.
A chorus of chuckles ripples through the room at Goku's typically straightforward request. Sanzo rolls his eyes in mock exasperation, but there's a hint of fondness in his gaze as he nods in agreement. "Fine, fine," he concedes, his gruff tone softening just a fraction. "But make it quick."
Hakkai smiles warmly, already rising to his feet to prepare a meal for the weary travelers. "Of course, Goku. I'll grab something simple yet satisfying," he assures, his soothing voice a calming presence amidst the lingering tension.
Gojyo's grin mirrors Goku's as he claps you on the shoulder, his touch gentle despite the underlying strength in his grip. "Sounds good to me. Can't have you starving after all that heroics," he quips, his tone light yet sincere.
As the aroma of food begins to fill the room, a sense of warmth and camaraderie settles over the Sanzo party like a comforting blanket. And as you gather around the makeshift table, sharing stories and laughter amidst mouthfuls of food, you're reminded once again of the unbreakable bond that binds you together, even in the face of life's greatest challenges.
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continued adventures of amnesia sanzo
Hakkai sips his tea. ‘Now what,’ indeed. They’ve managed many unexpected situations during the journey, but this is something else altogether.
Heavy footsteps and shouting herald Goku, sprinting past with a sheet over his shoulders. He’s also bare-chested, so perhaps the laundry adventure took a detour. His pants are also too short again. Hakkai will have to see if there’s anybody in town with clothing to sell or exchange. The sheet looks somewhat damp, actually.
“Gojyo,” Hakkai says, “where is the dry laundry that I hung outside this morning?”
Gojyo sinks further behind his arms. “We could throw Goku at him and run,” he says.
Hakkai puts down his cup of tea. “Gojyo,” he says, leaning over his dearest friend and travel companion of nearly three years, “where, may I ask, is the laundry, such as the sheets we must sleep on tonight?”
“Hakkai!” Goku shouts, skidding to a stop in his charge across the yard in the other direction. He’s carrying a different sheet, noticeably wetter. “I borrowed some of the sheets ‘cuz we went swimming and forgot towels! The river’s real cold! I’m hanging them back up right now. Dinner smells real good, I’ll be in in a second!”
Gojyo covers his head with his arms.
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Is there a dream fanfiction project you've always wanted to tackle but haven't had the chance to yet?
Actually, uh, yeah, I do! I even have an esoteric title!
The dream project is called "a wonder and a terror", in reference to Keanu Reeve's answer for how it feels to grow old. I want to go back and revisit most of the worlds I used to visit in fanfic. That would include Final Fantasy 7, Sorcerer Hunters, Revolutionary Girl Utena, Hellsing, Slayers, Gensoumaden Saiyuki, Gundam Wing, Cowboy Bebop, Evangelion, Trigun, Gargoyles, and Generation X--aaaaaaaaall stuff I once obsessed over.
The thing is, I was writing/reading fic for those works when I was a teenager. And most of these works also feature teenagers, or very young adults. In a lot of cases, these shows are literally about child soldiers, or extremely young/inexperienced adults being forced to take on The Good Of The World.
The theme I'd take on in all these fics will be threefold:
What happens to child soldiers when the war ends and they grow up?
What happens to folks who thought they'd die on the battlefield who live long enough to experience aging?
What happens to characters who became powerful/famous under one gender identity who try to transition?
In addition to flipping characters' genders or their cis status, I plan on doing a LOT related to characters having chronic disabilities, physical as well as mental. And there will be a lot of shipping, many of it for ships I never explicitly wrote for in the past. (Specifically, I'm very glad that Barret/Cloud's time has come 'round at last.)
Some fics are already released on my account. "Entering King" is where I introduce the idea of trans man!Sanzo, which ties into some of the stuff I wanted to do for the Gensoumaden Saiyuki fics. My Gen X work is going to take place in the same canon already established here. Not a lot has been completed yet, but I do hold out hope that I'll get there!
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Goujun/Elf
The Dragon King of the West glowered at the General and the Marshall of the Western Army.
“Explain—” he demanded, “How exactly did you both manage to destroy an entire hectare of the Jade Empresses’s Garden when you were supposed to be escorting the Goddess Freyja around the palace.”
“Well—“ Marshall Tenpou started explain. But he was interrupted by General Kenren, “See we may have angered the God Óðr by comparing the Goddess with Konzen.”
“Konzen? Konzen Douji?” Goujun’s eyes bugged out.
“We were just making conversation.” Kenren defended himself.
“We merely told the Goddess that she and Konzen had the same hair colour,” Tenpou explained.
“And when the Goddess asked about Konzen—“
“One of the guards may have made regrettable comments about Konzen—“
“— and Óðr may have overheard.”
“And when the God of Frenzy hears something that might sound like an insult towards his wife—“
Goujun glared harder, his spiked ears flicking in anger.
Kenren brightened before commenting, “You know… Goujun, you have the same ears as the Goddess Freyja. Are you also a Vanir?”
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A few hours later
“Explain—” Konzen demanded, aghast at the amount of paperwork in front of him, “How exactly did you both manage to destroy an entire building by angering the Dragon King of the West into reverting to his true form!”
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Written for @monthlyminekura Christmas Edition. Day 11: Elf
A/N: The Vanir's are basically elves in Norse Mythology from what I understand. Or rather Tolkein took the concept from here.... Look not a lot is known about norse Mythos in general as little records exist. But google tells me that Óðr is the God of Madness/Violent Anger (?) maybe.
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(My shoulder is still killing me when I type, so, late and probably only offer for the Monthly Minekura Christmas challenge. Too bad, Seemed like such a nice challenge @monthlyminekura was offering. I loved when it crossed my dash.)
Obviously late for Day 1: Bells
Fanfic - Saiyuki Gaiden.
Jingle in Paradise
Sekai, down below, is a messy place, a chaotic place. This is why dreams exist, some divinities surmise, to allow the pathetic creatures living there to try and make sense of their absurd world and meaningless lives in their sleep…
Whereas Tenkai? Beautiful. Quiet. Orderly and perfect. Souls are blessed and untroubled, there.
Therefore, kamis don’t dream.
(Usually.)
For a while, Kenren-taishou hadn’t even had the words for this fake reality invading his sleep and leaving behind a strange taste to his waking hours…
Always the same images.
The overpowering sound of the falling rain, its cold hitting his bare shoulders as he walks. Darkness, the road, the man on the ground. Lying there, face down. Bleeding. He knows who it is. At once. Kenren just… knows. And when the wounded man reveals his face, and smiles… It’s even worse to be proven right.
Waking up, heart pounding, breathing hard. Reaching for the pack of cigarettes to chase the smell of wet earth and metallic blood still very present in his nostrils… It’s his morning routine, now…
Yume. He’s found the word in one of Tenpou’s beloved books. Dream.
But having a name to put on the phenomena doesn’t really help. So he distracts himself some other ways, accepts to run ridiculous errands for Tenpou on Earth below to fill his days between military missions and duties. So he forgets to sleep. (After all, kamis don’t really need to.)
That day, when he comes back home, with a small stock of Tenpou’s favourite cigarette’s brand, he’s in a reasonably high mood. Doesn’t even knock before making his way into Tenpou’s library. Still stops dead, though.
Obviously a tree standing in Tenpou’s office is not the weirdest thing Kenren-taishou has seen in his superior officer’s place. Plus he’s the one who got ropped into dragging it in here a few days ago, so, there’s that. (Yes, Tenpou had tried to explain. No, Kenren is still not sure he gets this Sekai “Chrissmass” thing and the point of it. Though he kinda liked the way the word had curled the marshal’s lips, so unfamiliar on his tongue, and the twinkle of delight it created in the man’s green eyes.) What’s more incongruous is the treatment Goku is inflicting on it. He must have zoned out when Tenpou explained, because he can’t fathom why the gaki is basically dressing the poor piece of vegetation in tinsel and adorning it with shiny stuff…
While the kid, back to him and still unaware of his presence, chatters his heart out to his Ten-chaaaaan!, asking of him his thoughts on his efforts, Tenpou stands right there, a faint contented smile floating on his lips and curling around an unlit cigarette.
Kenren sighs indulgently (he sometimes suspects Tenpou would forget his head weren’t it attached to his body), drops his package on a low table and draws closer to his superior officer in order to offer him his lighter.
Tenpou, after bending his neck a little to meet the flame, smiles his thanks, expression for once uncomplicated and somewhat almost blinding for it.
Kenren reflexively smiles back.
“Tadaima,” the general says, a tad too soft.
“Okaeri,” Tenpou replies, oddly solemn, and oh-so warm…
And sometimes, they just don’t need more words. Both lapse into silence, watching Goku have his fun.
There’s a soft sound, then, that comes from a corner of the room. The one of a page turned.
Oh, the blond grouch his there, too.
Curled on Tenpou’s office chair, his long legs tucked under him in a slightly bizarre way, at Tenpou’s desk, nose deep in one of Tenpou’s books. Kenren can’t help but think he’s out of place here. But where would Konzen-douji be if not far from his little charge, right?
Must have felt the weight of the general’s gaze, too, because the blond sourpuss raises his eyes after a few seconds.
His nose does this frowning thing, and Konzen glares a bit, too, as if he objected to the just lit cigarettes: he has a vague gesture of the hand as if to chase the delicate smoke that hasn’t even reached him yet, Kenren is sure.
Heaven forbid Konzen would look like he was enjoying himself being here, right, once he’d noticed he was watched…
But Kenren had seen.
For once there’d been this inabitual bubble of calm around Kanzeon-bosatsu’s nephew, very unlike this ever present buzz of irritation surrounding the man at any given time that often gets under Kenren’s skin.
The general could go at it, needle the man a bit. Changes his mind, though, and turns his attention back to Tenpou.
“Hey,” he simply calls, reaching for something tiny in his leather coat’s pocket and throwing it in the marshal’s direction.
He brings back little odd things from down below Tenpou hasn’t asked for, sometimes. Can’t help it, the marshal is so easily delighted…
The marshal snatches it from mid-air without much effort, in spite of his sloppy appearance. People forget, sometimes, that Tenpou is a soldier, a very good fighter at that, with the good reflexes it entails.
In his palm, a little sphere, something golden and delicately inlaid, with only a tiny slit on the metal and a tiny little ring to hang it, probably. Tenpou grabs it with two fingers to raise it closer to his eyes.
And they have drawn the kid’s attention too, now :
“A new christmas ornament? How did you know!” Goku exclaims, already reaching for the little thing.
But Kenren grabs him by the scruff of his scrawny neck. He loves the kid. To pieces. Still… and it feels ridiculous to say it out loud, but :
“It was for you,” he tells the marshal who was about to let the itan child have the gift. “It sings,” he awkwardly adds, then.
With his chibi saru-free hand, the general sends a finger nudge the thing in Tenpou’s grasp, and as he knew it would, the little ball hidden inside the golden shell moves, eliciting a delicate little sound.
“Yes, it would be wasted, just hanging still on a branch,” the marshal eventually acquiesces, brows already furrowed in reflexion, eyes invisible behind the harsh reflexion off his glasses. And without warning, he’s a flurry of activity. In three strides, he’s near a startled Konzen, reaching over him for a drawer, fishing into it, of all things, for a little ball of thin but solid wire and a little pincer.
It takes him hardly three seconds to figure out a way to fasten the sphere on the wire and create a little hook at the other end. Then, the marshal’s hands fly to the side of his head.
Not even a hint of hesitation, and he’s piercing skin and flesh pushing the metal through the little round part, till the gold orb hangs at his ear.
Kenren stays stunned for a full second. He hadn’t seen this one coming. But in the little things like the big, Tenpou is sometimes reckless to a point that could scare a lesser man than the general. (Who he is he kidding? Totally and indubitably scares him when he ventures to think about it.)
“What do you think? You said it was for me, right?” Tenpou says, smiling a bit like a proud loon around this cigarette he has managed to keep between his lips all along. He turns his head a little on his slender neck to show off, and a little ringing sound comes out the little sphere as if to gently underline the gesture.
It allows for Kenren’s hand to find the side of this face, on the pretence of angling it for a better sight.
A pearl of redness gathers at the puncture wound and collapses on itself, truly miniscule rivulet down the abused lobe.
It’s nothing, but it’s like a jolt to Kenren…
And the familiar images come, unbidden, while he’s still wide awake this time.
The overpowering sound of the falling rain, its cold hitting his bare shoulders—
Gravity makes its office, and the scarlet drop hits the shoulder of Tenpou’s labcoat. (Shocking) little flower.
“Chi.” Goku says, his little face raised to them. Tone odd.
There’s something in the way the kid’s nostril flare. Something flinty, for a second, obscures his golden gaze, suddenly metallic instead of warm. He’s like a different being for a second, one who could could inspire terror.
But the flash on the gaki’s features is so brief it feels like Kenren has just imagined this, that he can blame his already frayed nerves…
And the general doesn’t know what takes over him. He gathers the marshal to him by way of grabbing his labcoat, and leans in, on an impulse, towards the man. Till his lips are on Tenpou’s earlobe. The iron-y salt of blood and the tiniest hint of a real metal’s taste mingle on his tongue. He feels his officer still. And tense. Tenpou’s hand is suddenly on his arm, its message unclear. Stop. Or… Don’t you dare stop. Kenren wouldn’t know. Maybe Tenpou doesn’t either.
Goku, oblivious anew, saves them from public awkwardness, dragging his Ten-chan back to their tree… Since they are not conversing anymore, it must be alright for him to get back his friend to keep him to himself.
Kenren decides not to acknowledge how suddenly bereft he feels.
Also, now it’s on his tongue that the taste of blood lingers.
The overpowering sound of the falling rain, its cold hitting his bare shoulders, the darkness the road and the dying man, bleeding and smi—
Stop, the general tells himself, feeling uneasy. Now the dark thoughts hunt him even awake… What the hell is happening to him?
He feels a gaze on him and, whip-sharp, his head turns on his neck, catching Konzen’s eyes.
It’s a frown subtly different from the usual scowl, on the blond’s face. More considering. Almost… worried. And directed at him.
How odd, Kenren thinks.
But already the divine bureaucrat is averting his eyes. He has surprised Konzen’s eyes on him, and the blond god is probably as embarrassed at having been caught looking as Kenren himself is by his own lapse of attention, by how he has let his own discomfort show…
But he’s a soldier. He knows tactics. He knows… diversion.
He pastes his patented shit-eating grin on his face, and with a jerk of his chin, indicates Tenpou.
“Ever told you how I met him, Goldie?” And Konzen frowns a little, not entirely duped but curious nonetheless. “Came into his office and found him buried under piles of his own books.”
The great Konzen-douji can’t help a particularly unelegant snort.
“That would have been such a stupid way to lose him,” Konzen manages to offer. His book is definitively forgotten on his crossed legs.
“Heh. There an intelligent way?” Kenren needles.
It’s a just glance, that’s thrown his way. A flash of violet. But with a might and a steel you wouldn’t be used to, thinking of the spoiled nephew of the great Kanzeon-bosatsu. Surpringly, it cows Kenren the tiniest little bit.
“Yeah, no way we’re losing Tenpou,” the general weakly agrees, hardly above a whisper. Because the alternative is unthinkable. “Not that this itan kid of yours is better anyway at staying out of trouble,” he still feels the need to retaliate.
Over there near the tree, the marshal is giving a boost to the heretic child in question so he can reach the higher branches. Tenpou’s move makes the little sphere at his ear tinkle again.
It derails them both a little:
“Like a bell on a cat,” Konzen unexpectedly comments, and there’s something speculative in his gaze as it then flies to his charge, like it gives him an idea, and in a way, Kenren gets why. How tempting it would be to be able to always know where the kid is, be sure to be able not to lose him.
Kenren has spoken about this with Tenpou more than once. They’re just like Konzen. The three of them feel it, that unclear menace gathering around this kid. Even in this perfect place Heaven is supposed to be.
When has Paradise stopped being Paradise?
But then Goku says something that unexpectedly wrenches a surprised laugh out of Tenpou, and as the marshal’s body shakes in delighted mirth and he throws his head back, the little bell once again jingles.
And for a second, Kenren is able to forget the disturbing thoughts. He just drinks the sight.
Tenkai is paradise once again. A place where souls are supposed to be blessed and untroubled.
The End
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Prompt 2023-06
This month's prompts are...
[FINE DINING] or [DINE IN THE WOODS]
Everyone’s welcome to make anything out of the prompt(s). Let’s all share them on June 23rd, 2023! Don’t forget to mention us and use the hashtags #minekura kazuya and #monthlyminekura
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Saiyuki fic: Three Goldilocks and the Bear
Summary: On the day Kouryuu and a nameless runt attempted to retrieve the Maten Sutra from a thief, the sutra found its next bearer.
Written for the @monthlyminekura appreciation event. April prompt: [Bear].
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Kinktober already started???????
#fanfic#anime#ao3#kuma writes#naruto#hatake kakashi#carlos oliveira#jujutsu kaisen#toj#qin shi huang#isshin kurosaki#renji abarai#kakashi hatake#nanami kento#saiyuki#anime smut#jjk smut#kinktober
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Fic post
Title: Love Language
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Sanzo x Goku, with a little Gojyo x Hakkai as a treat on the side
Rating: E
Word Count: ～29,000
They made better time on the trip back to Chang'an. Not having to haul ass out of every town either chasing down or avoiding some great horror did that, Goku supposed. Either way, this time they got to stop in cities and find real lodging instead of camping wherever they dropped. At least more or less, anyway.
With that in mind, Goku had come to the conclusion that absolutely, without question, one-hundred-percent, the drive west to India had been a goddamn breeze compared to the haul back east toward China.
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About Myself
Goodevening everyone!
For many years I have loved writing, essentially doing fanfics with self-inserts before I even knew what those words meant.
While never really having access to a computer or the internet growing up I resorted to simply filling composition notebooks or keeping them to myself in my head. I would have never dreamed of posting them for others to see. But recently I have thought about venturing out and finally putting one of my longest-running stories to 'paper' in the form of a WordDoc.
I am still learning about many aspects of posting such types of writing online so please be patient with me and feel free to message me with advice or questions you might have.
In this post I will be tagging subjects I look forward to writing about in hopes of finding others on the same subject. I love reading what everyone else writes as much as I love writing it myself. I am also considering doing the same on my AO3 account.
I look forward to interacting with the writing community.
Thank you. :)
#supernatural#my hero academia#saiyuki#boko no hero academia#naruto#OC#original character#fanfic#bnha#mha#fluff
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Turning Point
A submission gift from @sakuplumeria to @pomnavi
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Some AO3 Stats
I'm obsessed with statistics and some friends and I recently thought about which fandom on AO3 would be the horniest. So yeah the next thing I know is I go through every fandom and find out which percentage of all fics are explict.
This would probably be a lot faster if I knew how to code a programm but so I sat there for 4 hours and went through the Anime/Manga Fandoms
To have a large enough sample size I only included fandoms with 1,000 or more fics and I also did one for 10,000 or more fics.
Here are the results:
Anime/Manga Fandoms with more than 1.000 fics
I was baffeld that there is a fandom with 0 explict fics, like wtf, I think this breaks the rules of the internet.
10. Saiyuki 25.63%
9. Dragon Ball 26.24%
8. Devilman 26.85%
7. Finder no Hyouteki 28.81%
6. Jujutsu Kaisen 28.93%
5. Golden Kamuy 29.49%
4. Devil May Cry 29.49%
3. DRAMAtical Murder 30.05%
2. Promare 30.73%
And now the nukber 1 horniest Anime/Manga Fandom is.....
1. Ghost with 49,51%
Which isn't even an Anime Fandom? Like my friends and I had no Idea what that is so we asked google and it is a swedish metal band? Why is this listed in the Anime/Manga category, but yeah their fans seem pretty horny xD
Anime/Manga fandoms with more than 10,000 fics
I honestly expected the BNHA Fandom to be much higher in this list and Hetalia also seems quite low, I never watched it, but what you hear about its fandom, yeah, maybe its just to old for AO3
#ao3#statistics#fanfic#saiyuki#dragon ball#devilman#finder no hyouteki#golden kamuy#devil may cry#dramatical murder#promare#ghost the band#yuuri on ice#inuyasha#black butler#sk8 the infinity#attack on titan#fate series#jojos bizarre adventure#jujutsu kaisen
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Hello I just finished reading through all of your Saiyuki fic "Raising Kouryuu" and I had a few questions if that's alright? 1. Why make Sanzo into Kouryuu to begin with? It seemed as if Ni just made him back to his original age and brainwashed him - I'm not sure what having Sanzo become younger actually accomplished in regards to Ni's goals? And 2. I honestly really want a happy ending 😢 I was wondering if it would be okay to write like, an AU or something regarding your main story?
Hello! It's been a while since I wrote that one! It was honestly one of my favorites.
Nii did making Sanzo young to reset him, in a sense. He wanted to influence Sanzo as a child (as Kouryuu) so he could better win him over as an adult. He wanted the Devotion that Sanzo gave to his master to him.
As for the ending, sorry! I wrote a little gag ending for that fic to lighten the mood, but it wasn't meant to be a happy story.
(But if you want to imagine a happier ending in your head, that's fine. Lol. I'm not going to stop you. XD)
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Kumari Taruchi/Ice
The night is cold and forbidding among the towering peaks of the Himalayan mountain range. The cloud-covered sky hides away the moon and stars. A dense darkness has settled around the lake.
“Kumari…” Saitaisai breathes out the name as the living goddess dismounts from his back.
She doesn’t answer.
Instead, she walks towards the lake, a lantern held in her hand, the only light source.
A gigantic bear follows behind her. She approaches the lake and then steps onto it. The ice is slippery under her embroidered boots. As she approached the centre of the lake, the clouds cleared. The dense darkness starts to lighten, revealing the pinpricks of stars until the sky is pristine.
“Look,” she says, pointing at the sky. Two bright stars can be seen. Zhinü and Niulang. Vega and Altair. The Weaver Girl and the Cowherd.
The divine beast presses his flank against the goddess, warming her.
“The first ice has already formed on the lake. Autumn is over.” He says.
“And it will come again.” She replies.
“He isn’t here.”
“I know.”
“Can you see him from the earthly plane?” The divine beast asks.
“Yes… right —There!” She points at the sky.
“That is the Ursa Major.” Says the divine beast, chuckling as he stands on the hind legs of his bear form.
Taruchie turns towards him, smiling. Saitaisai picks her up in his human arms.
“Let's go home.” He says, bare feet padding across the ice.
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Written for @monthlyminekura Christmas Edition. Day 15: Ice
A/N: Final installment for Kumari Taruchie. Continuation from Day 13: Boots. Photo by thugbong on Unsplash
A/N: Inspired by the Qixi Festival in China. Also known as Tanabata in Japan. While the festival is oriented towards romantic love the story element of reunion facilitated by the heavens inspired this fic.
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¡Yo!
Hice este pequeño dibujo en base de un fanfic de Saiyuuki que estoy haciendo.
Se supone que es Goku con un traje estilo chino, honestamente no recuerdo el nombre del traje en ese momento.
Pero en fin, si les interesa conocer un poco más acerca del porque el diseño, aquí les dejo mi fanfic.
#saiyuuki#son goku saiyuki#dibujo de son goku de Saiyuuki#dibujo y un fanfic estilo omegaverse#goku es Omega#Homura un alfa loco obsesionado con Goku#sanzo solo quiere que Goku deje ese sitio por su propio y#También realizó comisiones de fanfics#creo que el cabello me quedo un poco raro pero se ve lindo#o al menos eso creo
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