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and the spider lilies bloomed in the fall (chapter 13)

Rating: T Warnings: Sexual themes, violence Pairing: Gin/Ran Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

“They say that lovers doomed never to see each other again still see the higanbana growing along their path, even to this day.”

A girl collapses on a dusty road one day. A boy takes her home.

The girl lives.

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(The boy doesn’t.)

A thrumming, percussive rhythm starts, quiet at first, but growing in strength and intensity; it is low and sultry, the kind of rhythm which works its way under your skin and drives your blood and reverberates in your bones, compelling you to tap a foot or nod your head to its forceful, hypnotic beat.

The club is filling up. Its chambers fill, and it is thick with the hum of murmured conversations which echo from every corner. Customers inch their heads towards each other; lips caress ears as they lean in to catch what the other is saying, ink black hair meets ink black hair as they laugh in each other’s ears. Tobacco (and sweeter, far less savoury) smoke hangs in the air like silken gauze, insubstantial and wispy as a dream, swirling and disintegrating amidst raucous shouts. The delicate crinkled paper of lantern shades stains the light scarlet, and as the flames ripple and flicker, formless shadows dance winsomely on the wall.

A student, arrogant and swaggering in his new blue hakama, shouts merrily and calls for a round for his friends. Business men, who are always wont to gather wherever good company can be found, cheer loudly and shout “Kanpai!” knocking back warmed sake, their faces slowly going red and shiny, shaking off the pallor of their long working day. Out on the floor, the dancers sway and stamp to the developing beat, their sleeves rolled up and their limbs glistening with sweat. By the bar, working girls mill idly in their finest silks and cottons, their slender, swanlike necks painted bone white and their lips cherry red.  They chat with the bar maid, obviously on good terms, and she surveys the scene and smiles her own, secret smile. Young men, desperate, needy, and unfulfilled, eye the working girls with furtive, longing glances, nudging each other and daring each other to make a move.

To the drumming, an insistent, jaunty strumming of strings in swing time, high and mighty one moment, inconsequential and airy the next. The music works its way into the blood of the listeners, and their hearts begin to race to its rhythm, their hearts light, their feet lighter.

The radicals jeer, and the conservatives shout. The student is lifted onto his friends’ shoulders like a conquering hero, and they stomp their feet and shout to his success. The businessmen embrace each other clumsily in celebration of some new venture, and call for more sake. The dancers spin and spin, and reel with partners in their arms. They are indefatigable celebrants of joy and life, beating back the night with their bodies and their voices, song and dance in their veins now. The bar maid sighs a dreamy sigh to see such vibrant life before her eyes. A young man pulls a working girl into his lap; her head cranes back and he kisses her deeply. Her red lips smear, and his hands work their way beneath her skirts, baring her milk-pale thighs. She moans into his mouth, and the sound is lost amidst the music and the chatter.

To the thrill of the strings, a soaring, breathy female voice, bright with youth, yet melancholy with the sorrow of the present and the promise of new tomorrows. She gives her audience a heady look, and her lips part, laden with musical intent; her hips sway.

The atmosphere is feverish and heated. Conversation is fervent and raucous, and laughter splits the air. The sake flows and flows and flows. It is like a painting, it is like a dream- the world tilts and swirls with intoxicated color, hazy and as unreal as an opium vision. What frenetic energy, what thoughtless abandon to the present moment! Death is gone, hunger banished! Visions of tomorrow are far away, and the world has become a room, a room filled with scarlet light. There is no enmity in the world, only music and joy and life, citizens of the night raising an ironic glass to death and choosing to party on. Each man is a brother, each woman a lover. The world is floating, tethered to nothing, and it might, it might just, for a moment, break free and soar into the sky. Their hearts are full- they beat as one, to the drums, to the strings, and to the sweet voice of a woman.

It is a dream! it is a dream!

And slowly, slowly, it curdles.

The student falls to the floor in a drunken stupor, and he is trampled on by his friends.

A dancers’ elbow knocks a tray, and the silk kimono of a business man’s companion is doused in spirits, and she flies to her feet, rage in her eyes.

A scuffle breaks out between conservative and radical, and on the floor, amidst the seething limbs, it becomes impossible to tell which is which.

A woman’s nose is broken, and she veers drunkenly, blood on her white face.

All around, fists are flying, people brawling.

The working girl is pinned in her client’s arms, a pale breast bared to the world, and she shudders and moans her release under clumsy fingers.

The atmosphere turns on a dime, souring, turning rancid. The sweetness and affirmation of joy and life of mere moments before becomes a tumult of violence and fury, a fever-dream now, not the soft thing of moments ago.

But there is one point of stillness in the uproar. With an easy, careless grace, the barmaid leaps over the bar, and she makes her way to the heart of the violence.

A fist connects with a man’s jaw, and blood, thick and dark, splatters across the floor. They aim for her too, with their swinging, chaotic hands, and she ducks and weaves and dodges as if it was the easiest thing, as if she moved through a different world.

She dances and ducks her way through to the heat of the action, and in her hand glows a bright light. She smiles, and the light dances in her eyes, which are blue as forget-me-nots. Hands grope at her, and she bats them aside with barely a glance.

Only one hit lands, connecting with her cheek, and she brushes it off like water, with all the grace and ease in the world. The light in her hand contracts to the size of a plum.

No one else is stupid enough to try anything. The idiot lunges for her again.

She catches him, and the look she gives him is a pitying one. As his head gets closer, she sends gives him a low wink and tsks playfully at him, and casually, so casually, she taps him gently on the head with the ball of light.

He arcs through the air beautifully before hitting the far wall with a loud crash.

Rangiku smiles brightly.

Jaws drop, the party-goers look at their feet in embarrassment. The band, having been stunned into silence for a moment, resume their play.

The agonising, beautiful music starts up again. The night is still young.

“Anyone else want to try anything?” she calls out with a grin. She is on fire; she is queen of the world.

There is a lengthy pause. Her audience blinks owlishly at her.

There is silence for a beat.

“Didn’t think so,” she says.

She dances back to the bar, and everyone’s eyes are on her.

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Wearing a Sexy Costume Bleach Edition

Hello Babes! Me and @sashi-ya came up with a cute little idea!! Bleach Character reaction to you wearing a Sexy Costume! We are in the process of making a One Piece edition of this as well stay tuned! This is also to fit with our little collab the 霊圧 + 淫慾. //spiritual pressure + lust.!! We hope you enjoy it! (also all characters are adults here! And some of the characters fit more then in category as well!)

TW: adult language

Does a double take (seeing you walking out, stops what they are doing as their eyes travel your body. “What a lovely little number you are wearing right now. You have my attention.”)

Shunsui, Kisuke, Isshin, Rojuro, Chojiro

Automatic nosebleed (they stare at your for a moment surprised by your sexy costume and the red river from there nostrils won't stop flowing “I think I’m gonna die this time”)

Shuhei

Action taker (gets up and proceeds to walk towards you his hands wrapping around you “Well now, this isn’t going to last that much longer on you.”)

Ichigo, GIn, Byakuya, Shunsui, Kaien

Overly bashful ( Quickly turns away face is brightly red bit tongue twisted for words “Oh my what's that you're wearing !?! I mean i know its a costume but I um”)

Toshiro, Jushiro, Renji, Kira, Hantoro,Ikkaku, Uryu

Questioning why the costume (raising their brow wondering what made you get that. “were there not any other costumes to get?”) 

Byakuya, Kensei, Chad, Ulqui, Akon

Urge takes over them (Automatically throws you over their shoulder and proceeds to go to the room “Dressing up for me? Well you're keeping that on all night long babe.” )

Shinji,Kensei, Akon

Does not pay attention ( rolls his eyes and proceeds to continue his work “can’t you see I’m busy at the moment I don’t have time for it.”)

Mayuri

No f’s given ( literally has you against the wall ripping the clothing off of your body “what a waist of money on that costume.”)

Kenpachi, Grimmjow, Aizen

Wears it better  (looks at your costume and gets the exact same costume and it looks better “you might need to change your costume” flips his hair)

Yumichika

The thinker ( beginning to think of the first thing he wants to do with you. Patting his lap as you take a seat on his “do you want to what I’m thinking or do you want me to show you?”)

Ryuken, Starrk, Aizen, Tsukishima, Szayelaporro

Are they up? (walking into the room and he is fast asleep, he needs his rest c: )

Yamamoto

Hospital (ends up in the hospital causing them cardiac arrest symptoms. Wearing a jacket to cover the costume “it’s not your fault dear its just *cough cough* I will be fine” will also feel bad for making your worry.)

Jushiro

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hey everyone. this is isis. she's my baby and, just yesterday (9/13), she was diagnosed with advanced renal disease. i cannot put into words how important she is to me; i literally think that i would not be here now if i hadn't adopted her. i can honestly say she's one of the reasons helping me get through my cancer diagnosis. unfortunately, her having renal disease means prescription medication and a special diet. because i still don't have a job despite how aggressively i am applying, i am reaching out for help. anything helps my baby's care and health, even if it's just a few dollars. i will be happy to treat any donations as commissions for the record if you'd like me to do so.

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An Analysis of Akatsuki no Yona Chapter 178

If you haven’t heard, the translations for Chapter 178 have just come out, so I suggest you read that first before reading this post. The dialogue of the chapter has outright confirmed my analysis of Yona's decision here, so I won't be analyzing that again. I will, however, touch upon other topics of import that came up during the chapter in this post. Feel free to reblog for further public discussion. For the sake of simplicity, I will use the first spelling denoted in each header for every character.

Keishuk/Kye-Sook

I think I'm not the first person to say that I hated Keishuk at first sight. He's smug, cold, snake-like -- he's like Gin Ichimaru, except without that damnably likable, cheeky, trolling personality.

That being said, this chapter paints Keishuk in a new light. For a long time many of us have suspected that Keishuk has been manipulating Suwon, possibly even planning to betray him at one point - but this chapter seems to confirm that Keishuk is loyal to Suwon, or at least his goals, even if that means he has to act behind his chosen king's back and make this offer to Yona.

Another thing that makes him more likable is how he deals with Judoh. He refuses to allow Judoh's personal feelings get in the way of the good of the country, and straight up calls him out on it. That further underlines the fact that, despite his faults, Keishuk honestly does care about the good of Kouka. He just has differing views from Yona about how the recovery and prosperity of the country can be achieved.

Judoh/Ju-Doh/Joo-Doh

Speaking of Judoh, aren't we all glad that someone finally called him out on his bs? Even if it is Keishuk who did it, we can't deny that it's been a long time coming. Ever since the Nadai arc, Judoh's obsession with killing Hak (either by his hand or Suwon's) has reached dangerous heights.

Of course, initially we thought it was because Hak was a threat to Suwon. Later chapters implied that while that's part of it, Judoh's issues with Hak stemmed from long before Suwon. Here, in this chapter, Keishuk all but confirms it - Judoh has hated Hak for a very long time.

This chapter also gives further clarification as to why, and it's the reason we all saw coming: jealousy. And why wouldn't he be jealous? Judoh is the general of the Sky Tribe, the royal tribe that holds Hiryuu castle, that holds the throne. And yet, despite his position, he's lived in the shadows of others for years: first Guen-Tae, then Hak.

With Guen-Tae it was easy to ignore. The man was older, a decorated general who fought side-by-side with Prince Yuhon back in the day. He was Judoh's senior, so of course he'd be better. It was something to be expected. Judoh couldn't resent something that was simply part of the natural order of things.

But with Hak? Hak is little more than half Judoh's age. And yet by the time he was eighteen, he was general of the Wind Tribe. He had beaten Guen-Tae, Judoh's better, when he was just a kid. Worst yet, King Il passed Judoh over in favor of Hak when assigning Yona's bodyguard, a position that was traditionally given to someone like Judoh. Hell, there were even rumors that Il was planning to arrange a marraige between them.

Oh, that must have grated on him. If those rumors were true, that meant Il had essentially chosen Hak as his heir, over the men of the Sky Tribe like Judoh and Suwon. I highly doubt Judoh actually wanted to marry Yona or be king, but he'd probably would've liked being considered at least. Plus, if Hak actually did marry Yona and became king, that meant Judoh would have to serve him - this orphan kid from the Wind Tribe who had gotten lucky enough to be adopted by the previous general, who had been overshadowing Judoh since before he had barely hit puberty. It must've felt humiliating.

And the most ironic part? Judoh is still in Hak's shadow even now. This recent battle with the Tully tribe all but proves it. Even with Hak on the run, having given up his own name and generalship over the Wind Tribe, he still manages to outdo Judoh at every turn. There's no way Judoh is unaware of it, and there is no doubt it's gnawing at him even now.

Deep down, Judoh fears Hak. Let's face it, if the coup hadn't involved killing King Il, Hak would be Suwon's most trusted lieutenant, not Judoh. If Suwon had just married Yona like how Hak and Yona wanted him to, Hak would be by their sides, every step of the way, leading Suwon's forces and soaking up all the glory that Judoh is implied to want. And while reconciliation between Hak and Suwon is impossible now, there's still that nagging little fear inside that maybe, just maybe, they might be able to work past it and work together again. And if that happens, where will that leave Judoh? He'll be left behind yet again.

And say, what if Hak succeeds in killing Suwon? Or Suwon dies from some other means? The throne will default to Yona, as Suwon's closest living relative and Il's original heir to begin with. If Judoh doesn't find himself executed or exiled, he could lose his position. And even if he doesn't, even if Yona finds it in her heart to forgive him, to trust him again, he'll be serving Hak, because there is no man she will marry but him.

Yona and co. going back to Hiryuu Castle might be the best for the country, but not for Judoh. And while he disguises it with his legitimate concerns for Suwon's safety, Keishuk saw through it, and thus, so do we.

Fin

That's it for now. I wanted to touch on Hak and Yona, but I think those pages said everything that I wanted to say. 'Til next time!

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