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‣‣ COR UNUM: CHAPTER ONE | TSUKUYOMI

‣‣ Synopsis: Our tale begins with the realisation that monsters and men are of the same ilk, and yet, in the dead of the night — everything goes horribly wrong. With only the moon as your witness, you come face to face with a real monster.

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Men and Monsters.

There’s no difference between either of them.

That was what your father had drilled into you from a very young age. You were not to mistake one for the other and vice versa.

All men were monsters. All monsters were men.

At first, you didn’t quite believe him. All the men you had encountered at such a young age had been respectful to you; you being blissfully unaware of the silent threat that came with the Shogun’s glare in their direction when they’d bow and interact with you.

But then as you grew older and you were allowed to sit in on the Shogun’s army training, you slowly came to understand that yes — men are monsters.

The realisation hit you when you were just fourteen years old when you had been allowed to wield a Naginata for the first time. Of course, you had wanted to use a Tachi, the sword that every other Samurai used. A polearm such as a Naginata wasn’t often used, something that was clearly made to keep enemies away — of course, your father did this to ensure your safety, but still, you wanted to learn how to use a sword.

Training had been going well. Your body adapted easily to move with the Naginata, the wooden pole becoming just an extension of your arm and the sword at the end became just as deadly as any Tachi.

Your father had dispatched some of his older Samurai to ensure your training was done correctly. You were to be trained in the old ways; you were to become a weapon when called upon. They were ruthless in their training, strikes with their sheathed swords still struck just as hard as the metal would.

Bruises would appear on your skin and gashes when your skin splits under pressure. It was unsightly for a girl in your position, the daughter of the Shogun was just beneath that of a Princess and yet you still insisted that they kept up with the rigorous training.

And they did.

The dojo is quiet except for the whistling winds that blow through the open sliding doors. The floor beneath socked feet is smooth and shiny, freshly cleaned for movements to be as fluid as possible. There’s only yourself and your instructor; Kiso. He’s an older man, older than your father and yet he was one of the most fierce warriors you had ever seen.

He was cruel in his training yet he always looked out for you when he had to. He was something akin to a grandfather, if yours were still alive that is.

Kiso settles into his attacking position, his feet slide a shoulder width apart and his sheathed sword is raised above his head. This one was you knew he was going to be brutal in his onslaught; you had seen him beat his own comrades with this very stance.

He stamps his foot, a loud bang in the quiet dojo and that’s his signal. Attack.

The older man advances quickly, bounding footsteps that are double your own and a younger, untrained version of yourself would’ve frozen at the sight. But instead, you steel your nerve, you roll your shoulders back and shift the Naginata from one hand to the other.

Your body moves to the side when he brings the sword down from over his head, it cuts through the air despite still being sheathed. It barely grazes past your shoulder, and you’re given half a second to react. You watch his wrist turn just so, a strike that will no doubt be aimed at your neck.

So you move first, you bring the Naginata down to his dominant hand. The hand holding his sword. It comes down with a sick thwack, a crack of skin against the wood of your sheath. In battle, this would’ve naturally removed the hand holding the sword, a clean slice through bone.

You make your next move before Kiso can. You turn the blade outwards into the other arm holding the Tachi, your body stepping out of the way of the sword in case he decides to impale you on it. Kiso grunts at the feeling, your eyes raising to meet his and you can almost see the proud glint in his eye before it hardens. He’s going to attack.

Your foot is quick, a hard dig of your toes into the fat of his hamstring and immediately he crumbles to the floor. Kiso rolls, cushioning the fall as best he can on wooden floors and he falls flat on his back. The Naginata spins in your hand as you reposition it on your arm, your shoulder blade working until you have the tip of the sheathed blade pressed into his neck. You slice it along the flesh as you would in a real battle.

You win.

Kiso remains on the floor for a moment, your posture slowly straightening up. It had taken you nearly an entire year just to get to this point. You were nowhere near the level of Samurai in the Shogun’s army, yet you were still able to bring Kiso to the floor.

“Your form is still too rigid.” Kiso comments, pushing up from the floor with an aged grunt. He swipes the sheathed Tachi from the floor, holding it in one hand before he turns to you. “You hesitated before the kick. In a real fight, you would’ve died.”

You can only suppress the urge to pout so much, so you turn away from him for a moment. Strands of your hair stick to the sweat layered on your skin, the plain black kimono and hakama swish with your movements.

Kiso just huffs in amusement at your childishness, turning his attention away from you as you continue to sulk despite your victory. His eyes wander to the various open windows.

It was nearly Fall. The old Japanese Maple trees that shrouded the courtyard were starting to shed their leaves, flurries of red fluttering through the wind until they settled into the ground to rest. Fall and Winter usually meant war, it was a period of time when people would grow too desperate for food.

Being in a Palace gifted by the Emperor meant none of those issues ever affected you, nor the staff that worked for you. Yet the Samurai were so often dispatched under the orders of your father to stop the conflict in villages.

“I won’t be teaching you anymore,” Kiso reveals, and you turn on your heel to look at him. He keeps his back to you, the sword he was using tucked into the Obi at his waist. “Your father says that you’re to be trained as a Lady.”

That makes your nose scrunch up in disgust, your scowl is vicious and Kiso doesn’t have to turn around to know you’re glaring at him.

“But I’m not to be wed.” You spit, and Kiso’s silence only serves as an answer to your unsaid question – are you to be married? “I refuse.”

Finally, the older gentleman turns to face you. The face no longer belongs to your harsh teacher but rather the face of an older man, a man who cares for you.

He smiles weakly, “You have no say in the matter.” ‘You never have’ is what you know he wishes to say after.

And it’s as if it were all planned, the dojo doors slide open abruptly and in comes your father.

Immediately you drop down into a deep bow, the display of such respect even for your father is something that came naturally to you.

His footsteps are loud, booming and commanding. Quite the Shogun.

“Rise,” he grunts, his large arms crossed over his chest. You raise from your bow and immediately you meet the gaze of the man who had followed him in. He’s an older man, probably only five or so years younger than your father. Kiso all but bows, excusing himself from the room and that alone makes your stomach twist uncomfortably.

Your father always wanted Kiso in the room; he was his right-hand man after all.

“You’re to leave by nightfall.” Your father says, no, he orders. “Your marriage to the Otomaro clan will ensure our lineage continues.”

The man behind your father must be the clan leader, the man you’re destined to marry. It makes you sick. Your father continues to speak, no doubt going into detail about the schematics behind such a marriage but all you can hear is buzzing.

Like cicadas, they’re so loud. It makes it impossible to focus on anything, even the face of your supposed husband-to-be fading to be just a smudge of skin.

“No.”

The room stills and the cicadas silence themselves. You blink away the blur before your eyes and realise the refusal came from your own mouth.

“No?” Your father half snarls. “You dare to refuse an order made by your Shogun?”

Your lips part, and instead of words leaving your tongue, it becomes heavy with the tang of copper. The once shiny floor becomes tarnished by a spray of blood and spittle, and it continues to drip from your lips. He struck you.

Never in your life had your father struck you. Never in your life had your father commanded you as the Shogun.

All men were monsters. All monsters were men.

At the age of fourteen, that is when you truly realised the words your father had spoken to you.

Five winters had passed since you were sold off to the Otomaro clan. You had not seen your family since, but you didn’t need to. Word travelled fast that your father had been killed in a recent war that was waging through Heian-Kyo. After the news of your father's passing, you immediately lost value. You were no longer anyone's daughter; just the daughter of a man who would be forgotten when they ushered in the next Shogun.

Your husband had pushed you away, not that you complained much about that. You didn’t wish to have his aged hands on your skin, you didn’t want to smell his breath when he rolled over in the middle of the night.

Often you found yourself slipping out of the clan estate when night fell, the shadows danced when you moved through them. Only the geta beneath your feet made a noise against the loose stone path until it became muted by the long grass.

It was the very edge of the estate, the tall walls behind you were silent just as the forest was before you. Fireflies flitted through the air, bumbling amongst themselves. They were the only light in the thicket of fog that rolled through the trees, growing denser and denser with each passing second.

Dragging your eyes away from the view, you walk along a path you had carved out for yourself all those years ago until you stop before a small shrine. It had been here before you arrived, it was old and tattered yet served you well.

Your fingers brush along the shrine momentarily, before you press your hands together and bow in respect. Then you sweep down, unlodging the tachi you had stowed away for yourself. Kiso had never trained you with it, but the movements you memorised from him were enough to support you for years after.

You offer one final bow to the shrine before you venture further into the forest. The grass brushes against the long pants you had shimmied your way into before leaving your quarters, they’re similar to traditional Samurai trousers; Hakama. You walk until you can see the silhouette of the estate in the distance, and only then are you able to move freely.

The tachi comes free of its sheath, dropping into the long grass with a muted thud. You roll your wrist with the sword in hand, your shoulders loosening until you swing. Your body moves smoothly, movement no longer rigid as it once was as a child but now fluid as water.

The steel of the sword slices through the air effortlessly, cutting through thick fog as you continue to shift your feet beneath you in what could be considered a dance.

It’s nowhere as graceful as when you had trained with a Nagitana, as it would’ve been much harder to smuggle out a large polearm from the armoury that is housed in the east wing of the estate.

So you settle for the Tachi. You move, slash and huff out breaths with each swipe of the sword to ensure each of your strikes is as hard as they can be. You raise your sword over your head, both hands planted onto the hilt and as you bring it down to strike the invisible enemy before you — there’s a scream.

It’s loud, shrill like a woman. Your head turns sharply towards the estate, your eyes fighting through the fog to try and see if it had come from that direction. As the fog continues to ebb and flow, slowly it’s revealed that there’s an orange flickering flame in the distance.

The grass keeps your movements silent, just the rushing of footsteps through long grass that could be mistaken as wind. The estate grows larger and larger as you get closer, as does the fire.

Sure enough, it’s coming from within the walls of the estate, the gates you had passed through are now smashed open. Like something large had rammed its way through.

An attack on the estate? It made no sense. The Otomaro clan weren’t anything special; they were just influential when your father was in power. But that all turned to dust when he died, and you were the daily reminder for them that they were snubbed.

You venture in, moving past the busted wooden doors of the gate into the courtyard and it’s as if you’ve stepped into the battlefield. There are numerous bodies strewn around… all of them belonging to the Otomaro clan. Not one body of whoever dared to launch the attack.

There’s another scream, another womanly shriek that has you pushing forward. You step over dead bodies, uncaring for the blood that stains your feet and crusts the ends of your trousers. You follow the noise until you’re standing at the steps that lead up to the main house.

The entire front entry had been decimated, ripped and torn as if it were nothing. You’d never seen anything capable of such destruction. Not until now.

There’s a man. But he seems too large to be a man. His body is hunched over slightly, and there’s a wet crunching sound coming from just in front of him. A river of blood flows from around his feet, flowing down the steps you had taken a liking to sit upon in the mornings. A small part of your mind continues to whisper over and over; he’s eating someone. He’s eating someone. He’s eating someone. You don’t want to listen, you don’t want to believe that you’re seeing that but it’s indisputable when you watch him discard half of the body he was feasting on.

It hits the wooden floor with a sickening thud, a crack of a skull as the head lolls over until you’re staring into frightened eyes. They’re wide, no doubt she had been alive when the man had started to feast on her. Death was no stranger to you, often you had seen the results of men dying in battle when you lived with the Shogun.

But this is different. The woman before you was someone you had considered a friend, she was a maid yet she was always so gentle with you. She laughed with you, combed your hair after a bath and didn’t tell a soul when she caught you sneaking out of the estate.

Instinctively your hands curl around your blade, fingers pressing into the hilt and your foot slides along the loose gravel until you’re in a defensive position. Your bicep covers the lower half of your face, and the sword is raised above your head.

As if sensing the shift of air behind him, the man turns. Sharply. And you falter.

That was no man, not anymore. His arms, all four of them widen his stance when he settles his gaze upon you. And just like his arms, there are four eyes that stare down at you. He’s gigantic. Terrifying. He looks like something your mother had told you about when you were just a child.

He is no man, and yet he is a monster.

His bloodied face cracks into a violent grin, sharpened teeth stained with blood and littered with sinew glint in the pale moonlight.

“They teach you whores to fight back now?” His voice is smooth, rich and deep yet booming. Your muscles tense up when he gets up to his full height, you hadn’t even realised he was sitting down to enjoy his meal.

He towers over you by far too much, and suddenly your sword feels like nothing but a dagger in your hand. His head rears back, all four of his glowing red eyes are locked onto you and you can tell he’s enjoying this too much.

“I do like a woman who can fight back.” He comments, a lazy hand scratching along his stomach and you make the mistake of following the movement. There’s a mouth on his stomach. He’s wearing a partially opened kimono, bearing his second mouth and allowing easier movement of both his arms as they flex at his sides.

“They always taste better with a bit of salt on the skin.”

And with that, he’s moving. Fast. He’s coming towards you quickly and it takes all of your internal screaming to get you to move. You just manage to sidestep out of the way of a swiping hand, claws slashing at your clothes.

With his back to you, you swing your arms down and around so your blade collides with his back. You make a slicing motion and it glides along his skin effortlessly, blood beading in the wake of your strike and normally, that would be enough to make a man flinch in pain.

Instead, the monster laughs. Loud and boisterous. He swings around again, and this time you have to dodge all four of his arms as they come around to try and grab you. You rotate the blade in your hands, slamming the blade against one of his wrists to bat it away and it opens him up enough to slice your sword upwards along his chest.

Blood sprays in the wake of your attack, and yet he still laughs. He laughs, and he laughs. His movement unhindered by the wounds that continue to ooze blood, and that’s enough for him to lunge at you like a tiger would at its prey.

You’re shoved down into the stone path roughly, the small rocks digging into your body as the monster above you continues to bear down all his weight on you. He’s grinning wider now, leaning down into your space until you get hit by the stench of blood.

Your eyes drag along the tattoos decorating his face, darting towards the second face he wore. It was melded flesh to his own, and his eyes attached to it are watching you with rapt enjoyment. He’s lapping up the frightened look on your face.

“Hah,” he breathes, “I suppose they don’t train you whores too well.” His fingers curl into your shoulders, claws sinking into flesh as if you were made of paper and your teeth grit together in an effort to stop the bubbling scream in your throat – yet that still only excites him further.

He leans in closer, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath and the smoothness of his nose as he presses it to your cheek. He’s unashamed in the way he inhales deep, the musk of sweat on your skin and the delicate notes of the flowery-scented water you bathed in nightly.

“I hope your muscles aren’t too tough to chew. I prefer them soft… much like that brunette whore–” The monster above you splutters, blinking in what must be surprise as he stares at you.

Slowly he leans out of your space, and your body moves slightly with him. Both of your hands hold steady on the hilt of your blade, the blade which is buried deep into his stomach. He made the mistake of opening his second mouth when he had leaned in, so desperate to taste the salt on your skin.

It’s buried deep into his flesh. And by the look on his face, it might be the first time anyone had ever managed to inflict such a wound on him. His large fingers brush along the edge of the slack mouth on his stomach, swiping through the blood that continues to spill and trickle down along the blade.

“You–” He starts, upper eyes snapping to you and then you strike again. With all remaining energy, you drag the blade upwards. It slices through him but not without effort. You meet the resistance of bone, of thickly corded muscles and even the thickness of his own heart. The blood that sprays from him is like rain, it splatters against your skin and it burns.

Like acid.

The monster snarls, a wet sound that rolls up his throat after rumbling through his chest. Your muscles grow tired, falling lax once the sword slices free of his chest leaving behind a gaping wound. It clatters to the floor next to you, your body falling with it back onto the stone path.

The four-armed monster still holds you beneath his body, and two of his arms are preoccupied with attempting to feel through the fatal wound that was inflicted on him. Finally, his eyes shift back to the source of his newfound pain, and you realise now that perhaps when you were fourteen years old – your father was not a monster.

This. This was a real monster. As he unhinged his jaw, bloodied fangs his choice of weapon it seems as he descends upon you.

You feel the first contact of his teeth, a deep pain that resonates from your shoulder and it simply becomes too much to bear. Your eyes flutter closed, and the final thing you see is the shrouded moon as it hides away behind clouds; hiding from the bloodshed.

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"MY DAUGHTER, THE DIVINE ONE"

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A/N:

I'm saying this rn but this.. this blog is a literal mess. It's my first time posting this kinda uh.. yup. So I'm a little annoyed by it but I'm bored so I went through.. uh with it anyway..

I had an alternate version of this in Wattpad called 'Rose Thorns' lol. I'm still thinking of who will be the love interest for Y/n because this sht is similar to the usual SAGAU plot idk if I'm right though (correct me if I'm wrong lol).

Again, this is a mess. Idk if I posted this correctly.. but I tried anyway..

Sypnosis :

You are Tsukuyomi Y/n with a lovely daughter named Yuna. You've always dreamed of becoming a mother and decided to have one through artificial method (lol idk if that's real yet but I remembered a manga with that Soo YUp AND THIS IS FICTION so I had the power of making the impossible real here in this story LOL and yes you are rich in Earth cuz i said so ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)). You paid someone handsomely to give you the means to have a child without any sort of y'know lol- and finally had Yuna after so long of waiting.

You are deeply devoted to Yuna's well-being and promised to protect her no matter what.

But tragedy struck when you got involved in a car accident that claimed your life, leaving your daughter Yuna without her only guardian. Your own death left you feeling desolate and remorseful for not being able to watch your 5-year-old daughter grow up.

However, your journey took an unexpected turn when you found yourelf in a mysterious and unfamiliar world. You retained only hazy memories of your past life but resolved to forge ahead. Even in this strange new world, you couldn't let go of your fervent prayers for Yuna's safety.

You went on a journey in this new world called Teyvat. But what if your daughter follows you there - all grown up, so mature and with so many mysteries?

GENSHIN IMPACT X G/N! Reader

Warnings: Grammatical Errors, Lazy Writing, Possibly alot of errors again lol, MANY TYPOS idK, VERY OOC (I'mma not lie here), Y/n being the Cupid LATER lol, Yandere!Harem??? Obsessive Acolytes/Believers to the Divine One, MANY SIMPINGS ˛(ˊʙˋ)੭˒˒

CHAPTER 00

In the supposedly peaceful and beautiful world - Y/n, a beautiful God(dess) in a white robe and veil, had been engaged in a fierce battle to protect your city from marauding Gods. Your barrier stood resolute, deflecting attacks and safeguarding your people, but the more you fought, the more you felt your energy wane.

"Your majesty! Please, it's enough!" A voice was heard from behind. But despite the pleas of your beloved subjects to cease the battle, You remained unyielding, your bowstring singing as you sent arrow after arrow towards your foes. The Archon War had erupted unexpectedly, shattering the harmony among divine beings who were once friends. You couldn't comprehend why you were now locked in a merciless struggle for your nations' survival.

"You must be getting tired. How about resting now?" taunted by your enemy God, reveling in your weakening state. Undeterred, You glared back, refusing to back down. Your resolve was unbreakable; You were determined to defend your land until your very last breath.

"I will not! I will never back down until my last breath!" You yelled.

"Let's see about that, Goddess Y/n!" They said, as they were ready to launched another attack.

But just as you braced yourself for another attack, a familiar voice broke through the haze of battle.

"Ma/Pa.."

"Ma/Pa.. ma/pa.."

"Mama/Papa!!"

Startled, You gasped, your battle-weary eyes fluttering open. You found yourself in a small, warm room, and your attention was drawn to a tiny, innocent face—the face of your adorable daughter, Yuna.

"Mama/Papa! You're awake, right?!" Yuna's tiny hands shook you, urging you back to consciousness.

"Mama/Papa, it's time to wake up!" You blinked, the memories of your celestial battle fading into the background as you're fully awake now.

"Oh, Mama/Papa's awake now, dear Yuna," you whispered, your exhaustion momentarily forgotten as you lifted your daughter into your arms.

Yuna's innocent eyes widened with concern. "Mama/Papa, you were making scared noises in your sleep. Did you have a bad dream?"

You smiled, brushing a gentle hand over Yuna's cheek. "It was just a bad dream, my love. Mama/Papa's fine now." You marveled at the contrast between the dream's fierce goddess persona and the reality of your role as a loving parent. How could such a powerful being in your dream world be the same person who cuddled with your daughter each morning?

"Let's focus on happier things," You suggested, ruffling Yuna's hair playfully.

"Hehe, okay! Let's eat breakfast now, Mama/Papa! I'm hungry!" Yuna's enthusiasm was infectious, and you couldn't help but smile at the sight of your daughter's radiant joy. You dismissed the surreal images of your divine battle as a dream or perhaps the result of watching too many fantasy movies recently.

"What would you like to eat today, my little sunshine?" You asked.

Yuna's face lit up with excitement. "Pancakes, Mama/Papa! With strawberries!"

You chuckled, the remnants of the dream slipping further away with each giggle. "Pancakes it is, sweetheart. Let's make them together."

With a tender smile, You kissed Yuna's forehead. "And also good morning, my precious. I love you."

Yuna giggled, her laughter echoing through the room like music. "I love you too, Mama/Papa!"

Together, you both ventured into the kitchen, the aroma of pancakes filling the air as you expertly flipped them on the griddle. Yuna stood on a chair, her eyes wide with fascination as she watched her parent cook.

What had seemed like a fierce, otherworldly struggle faded into the background as you dismissed it as a fleeting nightmare. Perhaps it was the result of watching too many fantasy movies, you thought, trying to rationalize the vivid dream.

"Yeah, it must be a dream," You reassured yourself, embracing the reality of your daughter's laughter and the aroma of breakfast wafting from the kitchen.

"Mama/Papa, are you a superhero?" Yuna asked suddenly, her innocent curiosity sparking a twinkle in her eyes.

You paused, caught off guard by the question. You knelt down to Yuna's eye level, your expression tender. "Well, I might not be a superhero, but I'll always protect you, my dear. You mean everything to me."

Yuna beamed, her small hand reaching out to grasp yours. "I love you, Mama/Papa!"

"I love you too, my precious Yuna," You whispered, your heart swelling with an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude.

You prepared a hearty meal for yourself and for your precious daughter, Yuna, savoring the simple pleasures of your shared moments. As you both sat down to eat, Yuna's innocent chatter filled the room, momentarily pushing away the lingering thoughts of that dream you had earlier.

"Mama/Papa, what's your favorite story?" Yuna asked between bites of the pancakes.

You smiled, reminiscing about the stories you used to hear as a child. "My favorite story is about a brave god(dess) who protected their people from all the dangers of the world. They were strong, just like me, and they never gave up, no matter how tough things got."

Yuna's eyes widened with admiration. "Wow, Mama/Papa, you're like that god(dess), right?"

You chuckled, ruffling Yuna's hair affectionately. "I try to be, sweetheart. I'll always protect you and keep you safe, no matter what."

You only wished the best for your daughter.

That's all you need..

Those dreams probably meant nothing, right?

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, with You and Yuna sharing your lives in blissful harmony. You had put the strange dreams behind you, attributing them to a mere figment of your imagination, yet the memories of your battles as a god(dess) lingered, casting a subtle shadow over your peaceful existence.

It also arose so many questions..

Why do you have that dream?

What does it mean?

Is it a past life?

Why are you remembering it?

You're already happy with youe daughter. You don't want to be burden with a problem you don't even know about.

That was all just a dream anyways..

But one evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you found herself lost in thought on the porch of their cozy home. Yuna, now a bit older but just as radiant, skipped over, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"Mama/Papa, why do you sometimes look so sad?" Yuna asked, her voice tinged with concern.

You smiled gently, your fingers tracing the patterns of the wooden porch. "Oh, my sweet Yuna, it's just Mama/Papa's thoughts wandering. Sometimes, grown-ups think about many things at once."

"But you can tell me, Mama. I'm a big girl now!" Yuna insisted, her determination mirroring her parent's.

You sighed, realizing that your daughter was growing up and deserved to know the truth, or at least part of it. "Alright, my love. Mama/Papa had some strange dreams lately, dreams of battles and wars. It felt like I was someone else, someone powerful but burdened by the weight of protecting others."

Yuna's eyes widened in awe. "Like a superhero?"

You nodded, a bittersweet smile playing on your lips. "Yes, something like that. But these dreams were so vivid, as if they were memories from another life. It's all very confusing, Yuna."

Yuna reached out and held her parent's hand, her grip surprisingly strong for a child her age. "Mama/Papa, I think those dreams are trying to tell you something. Maybe you're meant to do something important."

You looked at your daughter, marveling at the wisdom hidden behind those innocent eyes. "You're right, Yuna. Perhaps there's a reason I'm having these dreams. I just wish I knew what it meant."

You couldn't help but hug your daughter. Just how caring and smart is this girl? This daughter of yours is too perfect to be yours. She's far too wise..

Even you can't come out with such an advice. But your 5 years old daughter could.

"You're so mature, aren't you, my love?" You said, as you kisses your daughter's chubby cheek who giggled in return. "Hehe! Because I am a big girl!"

"Yes, you are a big girl, love."

Though you couldn't exactly shake the feeling of being a powerful god(dess) in that otherworldly battle, your memories of an archon war still vivid, despite the comforting reality of your daughter's presence.

"Mama/Papa, can I ask you something?" Yuna's innocent voice interrupted your thoughts.

"Of course, my sweet," You replied, setting your daughter to your side to give your full attention to your daughter.

Yuna looked up at you with those big, curious eyes. "What were you fighting in your dream, mama/papa? Were you super strong?"

You hesitated, unsure of how to explain the complexities of your dream world to a 5-year-old. "Well, it was just a dream, dear. In the dream, Mama/Papa had to protect something very important, just like how I always protect you."

Yuna nodded thoughtfully. "Like a superhero, right?"

You smiled, relieved at the simplicity of Yuna's understanding. "Yes, like a superhero."

"Cool! I wanna be a superhero too!"

"Study first-"

"But mama/papa!!"

"Just kidding~!"

But as the day went on, you couldn't shake the feeling that your dream held a deeper significance. The memories of the archon war and the title of "God(dess) Y/n" haunted your thoughts, refusing to be dismissed as mere fantasy.

That night, after tucking Yuna into bed and planting a gentle kiss on her forehead, you found herself unable to sleep. You decided to indulge your curiosity and did something you hadn't done in a long time-you opened your laptop and began searching for information about archons and the concept of divine beings.

But you found no information about all the things you remembers in your dream.

Is it just.. a dream?

Lost in thought, you murmured, "God(dess) Y/n... Archon War... it all feels so distant yet so real."

Yuna, ever perceptive, approached her parent out of nowhere, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Mama/Papa, is something bothering you?"

"Ahh!" You almost fell down your chair when you saw your daughter standing next to you. Gosh! She's scary sometimes!

"Gosh, you scared Mama/Papa, love." You said, as you sighed in relieved that it was only your daughter. Yuna shrugged her shoulder before climbing into your lap and sitting comfortably.

"Why aren't you sleeping, baby? Didn't Mama/Papa tucked you in already?"

"Can't sleep yet.." She respond, as she hugged her doll tighter before looking back to you.

"So.. what's bothering you, Mama/Papa?" She asked curiously.

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection for your sweet daughter's concern. "It's nothing, sweetheart. Just an old dream Mama had like i told you before-"

But as you spoke, a sudden jolt surged through you, a flash of memories and emotions that felt too vivid to be merely a dream. You saw yourself clad in divine armor, battling against other gods. Faces once blurred became clear in your mind's eye.

"The Archon War.." You whispered, the words heavy with realization. "It's like.. a reality.. I'm not sure.. but I felt like I've known about it like a long time ago.."

Yuna's eyes widened with wonder. "Mama/Papa, what's an Archon war??"

You shake your head, your mind racing to comprehend the implications of your rediscovered identity. "I don't know, sweetie.. but there was a war. But why? Why were we fighting? Why was i fighting? What am I protecting..?" You questioned, confusing the little girl even more.

"Ehh.. really, Mama/Papa? Maybe you died and got reincarnated? I saw a movie about that!" Yuna explained.

"Reincarnated? Wait- how did you know that big word?" You asked. Yuna giggled as she snuggled into her doll. "Hehe! I heard it from watching marvel!"

"Right.. Hawkman.."

"Hehe! I like Ironman and Hawkman!" Yuna said excitedly, as she raised her doll up like it was flying.

You sighed. "Maybe I made her watch so many movies.."

Still.. how can this be?

Why are you remembering all this memories now?

You already have a life with your daughter..

Why now?

As you navigated the bustling city streets, your thoughts were consumed by the anticipation of seeing Yuna's face light up with joy upon receiving the special treats you had bought today. The aroma of fresh donuts filled the car, tempting your senses as you carefully maneuvered through the traffic.

Your dedication to your daughter, Yuna, was unwavering. You juggled a demanding career as a high-profile fashion designer for a prestigious modeling company while ensuring that your daughter's upbringing was filled with love, happiness, and positive role models. Your decision to distance yourself from your previously abusive and greedy household was a testament to your commitment to providing Yuna with a safe and nurturing environment.

As you drove home, the box of delectable donuts sat securely on the passenger seat, tempting your senses with their sweet aroma. You couldn't help but smile, thinking about the joy these treats would bring to your little girl.

"I bet my baby would like the donuts I bought today," You mused aloud, your excitement palpable. "It's definitely the best ones I've tasted! I'm sure she'll like them."

With each turn of the wheel, your anticipation grew. The thought of Yuna's radiant smile and the delighted squeals of a child about to receive a cherished surprise filled your heart with warmth. There was nothing you wouldn't do to ensure Yuna's happiness and well-being.

She is your precious girl after all.

Who wouldn't want the best for their child?

"My precious baby... I so missed you, my Yuna. Mama will be spoiling you a lot this weekend for sure. Hmm... maybe I'll take her to the water park this Saturday?" Your thoughts were filled with excitement as you drove home, your anticipation growing with each passing moment.

However, in the midst of your joyful reverie, you failed to notice the fast-approaching truck until it was too late. The deafening impact sent shockwaves through your car, causing it to veer off the road and collide with the oncoming vehicle. The world around you blurred into chaos, and time seemed to slow as the accident unfolded.

Huh?

The world around you spun into chaos as the impact of the collision reverberated through your body. Glass shattered, metal twisted, and the sound of screeching brakes filled the air. Darkness enveloped you, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

When you finally regained her senses, you found yourself trapped in the wreckage of your car. Pain radiated through your body, and as you tried to move, you realized your injuries were severe. Panic welled up within you as the realization of what had just happened sunk in.

Your thoughts immediately turned to your daughter, Yuna. Fear clutched at your heart as you desperately called out to your little girl, but there was no response. Panic and anguish swirled within you as you fought against the pain and the wreckage that held you captive. I must go back to her! I still haven't given the donuts to my precious baby!

Pain shot through your body as you clung to consciousness, your first thought being of your precious Yuna. Panic continued to surged within you as you struggled to assess the situation.

Summoning every ounce of strength, you managed to unbuckle yourself and crawl out of the mangled car. Your vision was blurred, and your limbs felt heavy, but you had to go home to Yuna.

Your legs wobbled, panic turned to dread as you thought about Yuna waiting at home with the nanny, unaware of the accident. You had to get home, had to make sure your daughter was safe.

In the midst of the chaos, your thoughts were solely with Yuna. "I hope my Yuna is safe," you thought, your heart pounding with fear and concern. The seconds stretched like hours as you struggled to regain your bearings, your mind racing with worry for your daughter.

In the distance, you could hear voices shouting, the wailing of sirens approaching.

Your car's front end was crumpled, and the truck involved in the accident was equally damaged. The scene was chaotic, with concerned onlookers and emergency responders swarming around.

"M-my daughter," Y/n's voice laced with desperation. "Please, you have to help me. I need to get home to her."

The emergency responders arrived swiftly, their skilled hands working efficiently to extract you from the wreckage. All the while, your thoughts remained fixated on Yuna, your love for your daughter propelling you forward.

In the ambulance, amidst the blaring sirens and the medical team's urgent voices, you clung to consciousness. Your mind was a whirlwind of fear and determination. You couldn't let go, not when your little daughter syill needed you.

"It's gonna be okay, ma'am! Don't lose your consciousness! We're almost there!"

"We have to immediately take first aid!"

(Idk about this.. uh things so bear with it lol)

At the hospital, doctors and nurses worked tirelessly to stabilize you. Hours passed in a haze of pain and worry, but through it all, one thought persisted - your precious daughter, Yuna. You needed to be there for her, to protect her, just as you had always vowed to do.

As you lay there, pain coursing through your body, you felt a profound sense of urgency. The world around your became hazy, youe vision blurred. You knew your time was slipping away, like sand through an hourglass. The paramedics rushed to your side, their voices a distant echo in your ears.

In the midst of the chaos, you fought to find your voice, to speak your final words before surrendering to the abyss. With a tremor in your weakened voice, you whispered to yourself, aware that youe daughter, Yuna, remained oblivious to the tragedy that had befallen you.

"Yuna," you choked out, each word infused with a mixture of anguish and love. "My sweet, beloved daughter, I hope you can hear these words, even if only in your heart.."

As you felt the grip of life slipping away, you found yourself caught in a whirlwind of emotions. The pain and confusion consumed you, but amidst it all, you clung to your final thoughts, desperate to convey your love and remorse to your beloved daughter, Yuna.

Barely able to speak, your voice reduced to a mere whisper, your mind screamed with unspoken words. You yearned to tell Yuna how sorry you are, how deeply ashamed you felt for leaving your behind in this world, alone and unaware of the impending tragedy.

Blood pooled in your throat, choking your words and stealing your breath, but your thoughts raced with determination. With every ounce of strength you still possessed, you wished for your daughter's growth, for her to thrive in a world that you had only begun to understand.

In the midst of your pain, your love for Yuna burned brighter than ever. You wanted your daughter to know that your absence was never a choice, but a cruel twist of fate. Tears welled in your eyes, mixing with the blood that stained your lips, as you silently begged for forgiveness.

As the medical team continued to do their work on helping her, their urgent movements a blur around your fading consciousness, You held onto the image of Yuna in your mind. You whispered your final words, a desperate plea, hoping that somehow, in the vastness of the universe, your daughter would feel your love and hear your apologies.

In those fleeting moments, Your thoughts transcended the physical realm. You poured your heart and soul into a silent scream, a profound expression of love and regret that resonated in the depths of your being.

Through the pain and struggle, You fought to string together more coherent thoughts, desperate to convey your feelings, hopes, and apologies to your beloved daughter.

"My sweet Yuna, forgive me... I never wanted to leave you, my baby," you whispered in your mind, your voice quivering with a mix of love and anguish.

"I won't witness your first heartbreak... but remember, my darling, you are stronger than you know. You will rise above the pain and find love again."

"Yuna, my precious baby, don't let my absence hold you back. Embrace life's opportunities, explore the world, and chase your dreams with unwavering determination."

Her thoughts grow strained and weak, you continued, your words a fragile thread connecting you to your daughter's future. "I wanted to guide you, to be there for you... but circumstances have robbed us of that chance. You must find your own way, my love."

The tears flowed freely as your thoughts turned to the milestones you would miss. "I won't see you find your lifelong friends, those who will stand by your side through laughter and tears. But know that true friendships will enrich your life in ways I could never imagine."

"Yuna, my heart aches at the thought of not witnessing your wedding day. But when that time comes, know that I am with you in spirit, overflowing with love and pride as you embark on a new chapter of your life."

Your voice grew fainter, but your determination pushed you to utter one last plea in your head. "Promise me, my sweet Yuna, that you will live a life filled with joy, passion, and purpose. Seek happiness, embrace love, and never forget the strength within you."

As the darkness closed in, your final thoughts were consumed by your daughter's welfare. "Please, someone... protect and cherish my Yuna. Be the support and guiding light that I can no longer be. Love her as fiercely as I do."

With your strength waning, you held onto the hope that your whispered words would find their way to Yuna's heart. You longed for your daughter to know the depth of your love, the remorse you felt for leaving too soon, and the unwavering belief in Yuna's ability to navigate life's challenges.

And as your consciousness slowly faded, your final thoughts were a fervent wish for your daughter's growth, happiness, and the fulfillment of all her dreams.

"I love you, my Yuna.."

In your final moments, your thoughts were consumed by your undying love for Yuna, a love that transcended the boundaries of life and death. As your eyes fluttered closed, your last thoughts were of your daughter's smiling face, a beacon of light that guided you into the unknown.

You couldn't fight your dead..

Not again..

You failed again..

You failed protecting someone again..

And in that fleeting moment, as the world faded to darkness, you found solace in the knowledge that your love for Yuna would endure, an eternal flame that would continue to burn brightly, even in your absence.

'I'm so sorry, Yuna..'

Yuna played contentedly with her dolls, her imagination leading her on adventures only a child's mind could conjure. Her nanny and also Y/n's best friend, Kate, sat nearby, keeping a watchful eye on the little girl as she indulged in her imaginative play. Yuna was a charming but particular child, especially when it came to her food preferences. Yet, her undeniable cuteness made her nannies' hearts melt, rendering any minor inconveniences inconsequential.

Kate focused on the news broadcast playing on the television, its volume low so as not to disturb Yuna's playtime. But then, an unexpected news report abruptly seized her attention.

"A twenty-six-year-old woman/man was caught in a car accident," the news anchor announced solemnly. "The authorities have confirmed their identity. Tsukuyomi Y/n. She/He is a famous fashion designer for the Famous El Vera Company, who lives with their daughter, Tsukuyomi Yuna, in the..."

Kate's breath caught in her throat as she listened to the news report. Time seemed to stand still as the weight of the information sank in. Her eyes darted to Yuna, oblivious to the gravity of the situation, her innocent laughter filling the room.

She quickly turned off the television, not wanting Yuna to overhear the devastating news. Panic welled up within Kate as she contemplated how to handle the situation delicately. She knew she had to inform Yuna about her parent's accident, but how could she break such heart-wrenching news to a young child?

Taking a deep breath, Kate approached Yuna gently, crouching down to her eye level. She mustered a warm smile, masking the anguish she felt inside.

"Hey, sweetie," Kate began, her voice trembling ever so slightly. "I have something important to tell you about your mom/dad."

Yuna looked up, her big, innocent eyes filled with curiosity. "What is it, Nanny?"

"Well, darling, your mommy/daddy was in a car accident," Kate said softly, her heart breaking at the thought of shattering Yuna's world. "They're hurt, and they're in the hospital right now, getting the help they needs."

Tears welled up in Yuna's eyes as she clutched her doll tightly, her heart aching with a profound sense of loss. In that moment, the world seemed to crumble around her, and the reality of her mother/father's absence began to sink in.

"But... but Mama/Papa promised they'd come back, right?" Yuna choked out, her voice breaking as she struggled to hold back tears. "They said they'd bring me donuts today... they can't be... they can't..."

Kate fought back tears, mustering all the strength she had. "Yuna! I'm sure the doctors are doing everything they can to help them! But it's important for you to know that they loves you very much, and they want you to be strong and brave while they recover."

A flicker of fear crossed Yuna's face, and she clutched her doll tightly. "Can I see mommy/daddy?"

Kate's heart sank. She knew the truth had to be told, no matter how painful it was. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry, but right now, your mommy/daddy needs to rest and get better. The doctors won't let visitors in. But you can send them your love and thoughts, and they'll feel them, I promise."

Tears welled up in Yuna's eyes, and she buried her face in the safety of Kate's arms. "I want my mommy/daddy, Kate. I miss her/him."

Kate enveloped Yuna in a warm embrace, her own eyes filling with tears. "I know, sweetheart. I know it's incredibly hard. Your Mama/Papa loved you very much, and they'll always be in your heart."

As Yuna clung to her, seeking comfort, Kate whispered a silent prayer for strength and guidance. She knew that the road ahead would be filled with challenges, but she was determined to be there for Yuna, to support her, and to help her navigate the difficult journey of healing and acceptance. She was only a little girl and she had lost her only parent. Isn't Y/n's family full of abusive people? Yuna will be in danger for sure..

Kate hold Yuna tightly in her arms, as she embrace the little girl and whispering comforting words to her.

'I promise to protect your daughter for you, Y/n..'

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novicere · 12 days

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Amaterasu Kiriko

I love the Amaterasu skin so much, at first I only used the blue tsukuyomi version, but yellow Amaterasu has grown on me!

Is available as a print in my etsy <3

Prints, Charms and Pins here: etsy.com/shop/novicere

My Twitter: https://twitter.com/novicere

#overwatch 2 #overwatch fanart #overwatch #kiriko kamori #kiriko overwatch #amaterasu kiriko #amaterasu

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starclast · 5 months

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#naruto #naruto fanart #naruto shippuden #naruto ino #naruto shikamaru #shikamaru nara #ino yamanaka #shikaino #shikamaru x ino #road to ninja #road to ninja movie #naruto rtn #rtn #tsukuyomi #tsukuyomi world #tsukuyomi version #traditional drawing

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aihoshiino · 5 days

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Oshi no Ko 145: A Story Without 「アイ」

The question of how exactly Aqua and Ruby were reborn is something that floats around vaguely in the early stages of the Oshi no Ko, teased as a mystery that will exist in the background as opposed to one actively pursued for resolution. My theory is that this element of the story was likely more prominent in the version of Oshi no Ko that was originally conceptualized (i.e, the one that did not involve Ai's death) but the abrupt change to the story's dramatic tone and intensity pushed it into the background. As it stands, Aqua's wishy-washy statement that he'll figure it out once he's done enjoying Baby Mode about matches the weight this is given is the narrative, at least to begin with.

Even with the turn in tone and focus the manga takes, we do ultimately circle back to addressing and answering this question via the presence of Crow Girl/Tsukuyomi who seems to be the one responsible for facilitating their reincarnation in some way or another. Admittedly, this reveal in 145 comes a bit abruptly and the implied motivations it ascribes to Tsukuyomi don't… really line up with the things she says and does prior to the Movie Arc. But what really left me a little cold with this reveal is that it does not involve Ai whatsoever. Her name and even her image are not even once mentioned, not even in passing by GRSR.

This made me feel pretty uncomfortable for a variety of reasons I'll get into later but it wasn't until I started going through the manga to look more into how the reincarnation had been discussed before that I realized just why this felt so jarring - it simply wasn't consistent with what came beforehand. While the current explanation excludes Ai entirely, prior discussion of GRSR's reincarnation centers her to an equal and opposite degree.

Both Gorou and Sarina are thinking of Ai as they die, with both of them also (even if only symbolically) hearing her voice in their final moments. Gorou hears her singing as his ringtone plays and Ruby says Ai was "singing in [her] head" up to the very end. Ai's face is implicitly the first thing either of them see after being reborn and Aqua even speculates, as his first guess as to the nature of their rebirth, that it was this strength of feeling all focused on specifically Ai that caused it to happen.

Not only that, but Ai is even centered in the "fake" story of their rebirth that the twins sell Miyako to get her on board.

Perception of this bit in the fandom seems to vary from "it's just a joke" to "Jokes Are The Deepest Lore" and beyond. I myself don't put a massive amount of weight on it. However, in discussions where this is taken even semi-seriously as foreshadowing then it is flatly disingenuous to cherrypick the AQRB crumbs while not giving the same weight to the (imo, equally loaded) implication that Gorou and Sarina were reborn as Ai's children because she herself was favoured by the gods.

As the murder mystery elements of the story take prominence, this question is left unanswered but resurfaces towards the end of the Private arc with the arrival of Tsukuyomi. Here, too, we see Ai being centered as a key figure in Gorou and Sarina's reincarnation - the chapter is even named 'Mother and Mother', in reference to both of Aqua's mothers for each of his lives.

Most tellingly of all to me, however, is Tsukuyomi's appearance at the end of the chapter. Literally her first speaking line is commenting on how kind the gods must be to bring the Hoshinos together - describing them as (paraphrased) two motherless children and a childless mother and ascribing a great deal of weight to their togetherness.

Even if you disagree that the manga is centering Ai in this context, it is undeniable that the togetherness of the Hoshinos as a trio and specifically as a mother and children is what Tsukuyomi is highlighting as being meaningful here.

We even see a repeat of this in chapter 118 and her first on-screen conversation with Aqua.

I've seen people take this to mean, in the context of future chapter hindsight, that she is claiming the 'meaning' of his rebirth is his connection to Ruby. But if you go back and follow the thread that leads to this mic drop... it's a conversation that's about Ai. And specifically, Aqua is told to consider what it means that his soul was reborn in that body (emphasis mine): i.e, what does it mean that he was reborn specifically as Ai Hoshino's son?

With all this laid out, I really don't think it's a stretch to say that Ai, both as an idol and a person, is treated as a more or less equal part of the GRSR -> AQRB reincarnation as the two people being reborn. Which, like… she should be! She's their mother. But when we do finally get around to concretely answering this question..

Zip. Zilch. Nada. It had nothing to do with her. The closest we get to an acknowledgement that she even exists full stop is her goofy ass bunny mascot's face on (presumably) Sarina's snowman.

As I've said before, the basic beats of this as an answer to 'why reincarnation' are not inherently bad or unworkable. An animal repaying human kindness in some supernatural way is a tale as old as tales and given the ways in which Oshi no Ko plays around with mythological and folkloric ideas, making the reincarnation the result of a Tsuru no Ongaeshi-esque repayment of selfless kindness suits it quite well. The issue here is not one of an inherently broken idea, but flawed execution.

If this is the final word on the hows and whys of Gorou and Sarina's reincarnation - and I feel more or less settled that it is - then Ai has been entirely excluded from the birth of her own children. The sheer amount of weight placed on her role, specifically, as Aqua and Ruby's mother has vanished because after all the build up of why? the answer seems to be just that she happened to be pregnant.

I don't think I need to overexplain why it feels gross for Ai to be reduced to a convenient walking uterus in this regard. This was the element of this answer that made me so uncomfortable when from the get go: Ai's arc is so overwhelmingly about her being denied the right to agency over her own body and sexuality and her giving birth to Aqua and Ruby is, in part, a reclamation of it. It wasn't just an act of love performed for her children but also one for herself - she risked everything in order to give herself the family she had longed for her entire life.

If this incongruity was intentional, I think I would be interested in it as an element of Ai's tragedy - the idea that even the birth of her own children was hijacked by forces beyond her control and warped into something that existed to serve her fans. But I really don't get the sense that this was considered at all and honestly… that's kind of equally sad.

I was wordvomiting a much less articulate version of all the above in the Oshi no Brainrot Discord server and @penguinkyun said a few things that I think really nailed the heart of the issue here:

"theres barely anything of ai here when shes such a central character […] removing ai's own emotional stake in the matter and rounding it up to "crow girl felt bad for gorou and sarina because they helped her that one time and then reincarnated them" just…doesnt hold the same impact."

This is, I think, key to what made this reveal fall so flat for me and highlights this chapter's place in a much broader trend of Ai's place in the twins' lives being downplayed and favour of amping up the intensity of the GRSR relationship. To once again quote Lace because I think she sums it up quite neatly:

"[...] akasaka is absolutely ramping up the soap operaness of grsr with ai as collateral."

And that just kind of bums me out. :(

#oshi no ko #onk spoilers #oshi no posting #meta essay #ai hoshino

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All Female Kamen Riders (Version 2.0):

Miho Kirishima (Kamen Rider Femme)

Rina Abe (Kamen Rider Delta)

Rena Kurumi (Kamen Rider Muez)

Natsumi Miwa (Kamen Rider L'arc)

Akira Amami (Kamen Rider Amaki)

Shiori Shinagawa (Kamen Rider Shuki)

Yuri Aso & Megumi Aso (Kamen Rider Ixa)

Natsumi Hikari (Kamen Rider Kivala)

Seed of Life from the Universe/"Nadeshiko Misaki" (Kamen Rider Nadeshiko)

Mayu Inamori (Kamen Rider Mage)

Yoko Minato (Kamen Rider Marika)

Touka Akatsuki (Kamen Rider Iduun)

Masako Suzuka (Kamen Rider Sylphi)

Kanon "Mion" Fukami (Kamen Rider Kanon Specter)

Alia (Kamen Rider Dark Necrom Pink)

Jaye (Kamen Rider Dark Necrom Yellow)

Poppy Pipopapo/"Asuna Karino" (Kamen Rider Poppy)

Alpina/"Tsukuyomi" (Kamen Rider Tsukuyomi)

Izu (Kamen Rider Zero-Two)

Yua Yaiba (Kamen Rider Valkyrie)

Naki (Kamen Rider Naki)

Sofia (Kamen Rider Calibur IV)

Reika Shindai (Kamen Rider Sabela)

Sakura Igarashi (Kamen Rider Jeanne)

Hana Natsuki (Kamen Rider Aguilera)

Neon Kurama (Kamen Rider Na-Go)

Sara Sakurai (Kamen Rider Hakubi)

Sae Ganaha (Kamen Rider Lopo)

Yukie Yaginuma (Kamen Rider Letter)

Beroba (Kamen Rider Beroba)

Rinne Kudo (Kamen Rider Majade)

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golvio · 11 months

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Given that TotK lifts a lot from the imperial-approved version of the Japanese creation myth because Reactionary Nationalism™️, I’m beginning to suspect Ganondorf controls the blood moon because the story was awkwardly trying to position him as the Tsukuyomi to Rauru’s Amaterasu, complete with the major falling out over the moon god being a major dickhead and killing a harvest goddess (represented here by the mortal, laurel-crowned Sonia, who was holding a basket of red berries in her concept art from the Special Edition).

Of course, it’s questionable whether Rauru is meant to be a stand-in for the sun goddess herself or her grandson, Ninigi, who was the one claimed to have founded the imperial line, given that the game waffles about whether the Zonai were actually gods or just believed to be gods by humans (and Rauru very conveniently didn’t bother correcting them 🙄). If it’s the latter, then that implies some…interesting things about the Zonai’s relationship with Hylia, although it also feels like Rauru’s existence was also meant to be an alternate telling of Hyrule’s early history that replaced Skyward Sword’s Zelda with a more reactionary-friendly patriarch as the progenitor of the royal line and bestower of Zelda’s legitimacy over her status as Hylia’s reincarnation.

#totk spoilers #totk #totk thoughts #legend of zelda #tears of the kindom spoilers #ganondorf #rauru

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I always fuckin wondered why Naruto a fox inclined jinchuriki never had yhe chance to learn genjutsu, and its not cuz he has too much chakra! He would have actually made a goddamn mini tsukuyomi if he could. ITS BECAUSE HE IS YANG DOMINANT!! Body instead of Soul or Yin which is needed in Genjutsu!!

O IF HE SOMEHOW HAD THE YIN CHAKRA OF KURAMA INSTEAD OF YANG!!! THE DHOW WOULD HAVE GONE A DIFFERENT ROUTE AND WE WOULD HAVE A CUNNING FOX FIEND SPIRIT GENJUTSU MANIAC NARUTO AND TURN THE WHOLE SHOW UPSIDE DOWN!!!!

it also made me realize the fact that Naruto has Yang Chakra of kurama who is a fox and foxes are know for illusions and tricks and yet naruto couldn't create a genjutsu for the life of him, and I realized that its not because of him having an overwhelming amount of chakra it's because he has an overwhelming amount of yang chakra, Body Chakra, Physical chakra. When Yin chakra is mind chakra or spirit which is what we need in genjutsu.

we would have a menace trickster that slit eyed 12 year old naruto would have grown into a version of himself that would rival orochimaru or danzo if he wanted to.

He wpuld have been majestic. He would have been more uzumaki than Namikaze. And we would have reveled in a story so like yet unlike of our own for just one single difference."

its 2am i got class in 5 hours.

I havent had a good headcannon lore soiral in awhile.

alot of my favourite quotes, philosophies, tropes, poems and stuff are here and I highly recommend to read, its also completed so You dont have to worry.

"come out of the ashes by SilverStudios5149 at Ao3"

#reading fanfiction #naruto fanfic #kurama #kyubi #kitsune #fox spirits #naruto fanci recommendations #completed naruto fanfic #au #timetravel #fix #it #headcannon #naruto headcannon #naruto au

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badadder1 · 3 days

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kakasaku brainrot

New Kakashi x Sakura fic idea absolutely rotting my brain. Got a little down. Will it be a long one-shot? Multi chapter? A few k or massive? No idea.

Plot that won't let me go: while Sasuke and Naruto battle Kaguya, Kakashi and Sakura somehow get chucked 25 years on the past just before Sakumo killed himself. They don't know if it's some warped version of the Infinite Tsukuyomi or real time travel. As they can't do anything either way, their only option is forward. What will happen? Will they change things or live in the woods?

Is it time travel again? Yes. Is that all I'm capable of? Idk honestly maybe. I'm a little obsessed, I think. This is like my 5th time travel. 😩 The ending will for sure be open ended I think. Is it time travel? Was it all a dream? The world may never know.

#kakasaku #fanfiction #kakashi x sakura #naruto fanfiction #kakashi hatake #naruto #haruno sakura #kakasaku fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic ideas

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sasusakucoded · 7 months

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Kakashi called Sasuke to cast a limited tsukuyomi to a genjutsu world housed in a crystal ball. It's almost the exact same copy of what Obito casted before but he confided to Kakashi that its condition is worse. Obito put tailed beasts into this genjutsu world to scare people.

Sasuke: It's just a genjutsu world. Why should we bother saving it?

Kakashi: It's still a world with people in it. You have your version there. Everyone has a version there.

Sasuke: My version there can't take down tailed beasts? Impossible.

Kakashi: *laughs* Ah, you have no idea about the Sasuke there huh? Hmm. Take Sakura with you. She's been to the other crystal ball. The only difference is she was her own self there.

Sasuke: What do you mean?

Kakashi: In the other one, you won't be yourselves. You'll be there as.. Um.. Aliens? *laughs* Well, outsiders, in simpler term.

Sasuke: I still don't know if this is a good idea, Kakashi. I think it's a waste of time.

Kakashi: Trust me with this one. I'll write an official mission for you and Sakura.

---

Sasuke: Kakashi said you've been there before.

Sakura: Hmm. An alternate universe, you say?

Sasuke: Yeah.

Sakura: Could it be..

Sasuke: What?

Sakura: I guess it's the genjutsu world where your clan is alive..

Sasuke: Really? Then I'll probably like it.

Sakura: /thinks/ Yeah.. I'm not sure if you'll like your playboy self though.

---

Both Sasuke and Sakura wore baseball caps to hide their hair. Sasuke also wore sunglasses to hide his rinnegan. Sakura suggested that they wear normal clothes, so people in that world wouldn't be suspicious.

Right off the bat, they met the Charai Sasuke.

Charasuke: Ooh, a lovely kitten who deserves a rose. *offers a rose to Sakura*

Sasuke: *takes the rose and throws it to the ground* What did you say?!

Charasuke: Hey bro, chill! I didn't know this lovely kitten is with someone. *winks at Sakura*

Sasuke: *goes in front of Sakura; sees the Uchiha crest on his necklace* No way..

Charasuke: Hm? You're saying something?

Alt-Sakura: Sasuke-kun! I've been looking for you.. Oh hello. Are you visitors from another village?

Sakura: Y-Yeah! /thinks/ We look exactly the same.. Her hair is just longer.

Charasuke: We're leaving! Sorry bro, didn't mean to offend you. *whispers* Your girl's beauty deserves to be recognized though, so I did that. Bye!

Sasuke: Ah, wait! W-We're new here. Could you help us go around?

Alt-Sakura: Would love too! Right, Sasuke-kun?

Charasuke: Anything that would make my baby happy, I'll do.

Sasuke: *embarrassed seeing his version like that*

---

Sakura suggested to have a picnic instead, so that the 4 of them could talk privately. It's part of the plan to work with their versions for the mission.

Charasuke: Wait, bro! No waaaay! That's so cool!! So, you're saying we're one person?

Sasuke: No.

Sakura: Um, kinda.. But what he's saying is you guys are our version in this world.

Alt-Sakura: You mean to say that even in another world, Sasuke and I are together? *blushes*

Sakura: *looks at Sasuke*

Sasuke: *nervous* Y-You can say that.

Charasuke: So, that means you're also my girlfriend. You're also my baby!!

Sasuke: Heck no! *simultaneously*

Sakura: Noooo! *simultaneously*

Alt-Sakura: No, of course! *simultaneously*

Charasuke: Whoa, chill folks!

Sasuke: She's your Sakura, this is my Sakura. *taken aback of what he said*

Sakura: *blushes*

Charasuke: Got it bro, no need to be hostile, you know.

Sasuke: I'm not hostile!! *with his fist closed*

Alt-Sakura: S-Sorry.. I know he can be annoying but I'm telling you he's really nice too.

Sasuke: /thinks/ So, in this world, I'm the annoying one. How pathetic.

Sakura: Um, Sasuke-kun, maybe you two should go and try to locate the other tailed beasts.. Sakura and I will stay here and to seal the one that visits regularly.

Charasuke: Hey, I'll stay here! I won't leave my baby! *pouts*

Sasuke: Shut up, idiot. You'll go with me. Make your sharingan useful.

Alt-Sakura: Hey, be nice to my Sasuke-kun!

Charasuke: Promise her you won't hit me! *points at Alt-Sakura*

Sasuke: I can't. You're too annoying.

Sakura: Sasuke-kun!

Sasuke: Fine. Just stay quiet okay?

Charasuke: *thumbs up*

---

Sasuke: I can't believe the Sakura here likes you.. Or any girl for that matter.

Charasuke: Ah, no need to be harsh! Why won't they like me? I'm nice to everyone!

Sasuke: That's the problem.

Charasuke: Being nice is a problem??

Sasuke: You see.. I'm not nice as a person. But.. I try to be nice with my Sakura.

Charasuke: Well, surely I'm nice to everyone.. But I'm nicest with my baby only! I mean.. I don't get why I should act cold or something.. *sees a cat and picks it up* Hey, come here. Ah, you shouldn't be in the middle of the street.

Sasuke: *sighs* We're similar after all.

Charasuke: Hm?

Sasuke: I guess it's not your fault that your circumstances in this world are lighter than mine.. So, you do you.. J-Just don't disgrace the Uchiha name.

Charasuke: I would never!

Sasuke: Good. And.. And don't hurt your Sakura. Don't flirt with other girls. Maybe she's used to you being nice to everyone but don't do something that could hurt her.

Charasuke: Hey, if you love your Sakura. I also love mine!! With all my heart!!

Sasuke: Yeah, right.

Charasuke: *chuckles* Sakura.. My Sakura.. She likes me even if I'm not that strong.. Or even if I'm annoying.. She understands my personality..

Sasuke: My Sakura.. Is the same. She likes me even when I was being problematic.

Charasuke: Then bro, be nice to her!!

Sasuke: I am!!

Charasuke: You're not— *sees a girl* Hey pretty lady. You make this evening shine with your beauty, here's a rose.

Sasuke: *takes him using Susanoo and dumps him to the side*

Charasuke: Ouch what's that for?

Sasuke: That's for your Sakura! I thought we're clear about being not a flirt?!

Charasuke: Dude, come on..

Sasuke: *sighs* You're a hopeless prick. *leaves*

Charasuke: Hey!! Wait for me!!

---

Sakura: That was tiring! I can sleep for a week. *laughs*

Sasuke: Yeah. *sees a rose in his satchel* Um, Sakura.

Sakura: Hm?

Sasuke: Thank you for coming with me. *gives the rose*

Sakura: S-Sasuke-kun? *blushes* I guess you learned something from charai Sasuke after all.

Sasuke: Yeah. *smirks*

---

When Sasuke and Sakura were preparing to leave, Charasuke took a rose and wrote a note and snuck them nto Sasuke's bag..

Sasuke from another world,

Thank you for sealing those tailed-beasts! I'm happy that I have a cool version somewhere else.

Like what I promised, I'll never hurt my Sakura while still being nice with other people. I can't change abruptly, bro!

Keep your promise that you'll be nice with your Sakura too!

Hope to see you again!

Sasuke --------{---(@

#from ask #sasusaku #sasusaku headcanon #charasusaku #uchihas #sscoded no 216

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