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Gyokusenjo (Poetry Anthology), Heian period, 10th century. Compiled by Ono no Michikaze.

This is a Public Domain image. You can see the scroll collection at the Museum of the Imperial Collections (Tokyo).

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Yusuke Urameshi from Yu Yu Hakusho Forever

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Insects (2024).

昆虫たち (2024)。

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turtle sketches :)

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YEAH FINISH HIM

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yu yu hakusho gifset per episode || 44/112

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Mukuro !!!!

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Probably my best yusuke. I need to draw this stinker more.

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What with all the plannin' fer the pledgin' ceremony, been thinkin' on how different things be now than they were durin' the Dark Tournament, an' how different still long before that. Were years I'd spent with nary a smile that I'd started to forget what it was t'be glad. Me ears hadn't wiggled, an' I'd only known the confines o' the darkness 'til we reached Hangin' Neck Island. Not a bonny name, to be sure, but turned out the name was misleadin'. Never did see a sky so blue or vast before.

An'... well, 'course I think back on what Touya 'n I were then. Was a time when we were wee demons that we'd not be seen one without the other, but bein' Shinobi meant that havin' bonds was no good, on account o' bonds o' friendship or love bein' taught to us as a compromised condition what distracted from our duty as assassins. I'd not known what love was as a wee lad, 'least, not so well that I could'a said I loved Touya then. But lookin' back knowin' what I do now, can say plainly I'd loved him years ago. An' all that time, I'd believed there was no chance he'd feel the same. Keeps a damn good poker face, he does. Even knows how to get past me wind readin' when he wants. Spent decades thinkin' I'd never know his closeness again.

Can hardly believe that now I'll be standin' up to pledge meself as his mate and to hear him pledge himself in turn... Jes' the thought makes me dizzy with the joy o' it.

Ah, yeh'll have t'forgive me fer goin' off here, waxin' romantic, but truth is I feel I should be shoutin' from the skies how happy I am to be here, an' to know not only light and the joy of true love, but what's more is that I've friends, a family 'o a kind, with which to share the gladness o' my heart.

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visual reminder for myself that this man is, in fact, pretty built

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He's thankful for the rain and cloud coverage, for it makes the streets dimmer and grayer. Gama blends in better that way. Puddles splash beneath Gama's feet as he makes his way down the alley, hunched and cautious of any humans that might be nearby. Thankfully, he's managed to avoid the larger crowds, but in Tokyo, there was almost always at least one human scuttling about. He grumbles, shoulders stiffening against the pelting rain. His large trench coat absorbs most of the force of the weather, and its popped collar helps to conceal his face. Of course, these aren't the only measures he's taken to disguise himself. Gama also wears a fedora, grey pants, dress shoes, and black gloves. Nearly every inch of him is covered, head to toe, so that no passersby would witness the pale color of his skin. By necessity, his eyes are not concealed, but the scarf across his lower face obscures the rest. He's a bit taller and thinner than most humans, but walking with a hunch and bending his knees seems to disguise that well enough. And, really, who could expect any less from the Master of Disguise? Near the end of the alley towards a street's dead end, Gama comes across the back of an ordinary apartment building. Ordinary enough, at least. He stops there and looks up at it warily before fishing a piece of paper from an inner coat pocket and examining it. He looks between the paper and the structure with scrutiny, eventually stuffing it back into the pocket whence it came with a satisfied nod. Before approaching the back door, Gama lifts a hand and mutters something, a dark glow emanating from splaying fingers. A string of wards gradually reveals itself, untangling like ropes once taut but abruptly cut. Only once they unravel and fade does he walk forward, opening a heavy gray door to slip inside and then shut it behind him. His soggy steps echo through the empty hallway quietly as he reproduces the paper and mumbles something while reading it. Upstairs, a couple floors. He makes his way there slowly, soaking in his surroundings as he shakes the collar on his coat. Gama finally comes to a numbered door after ascending some floors, and repeats the motion from outside to reveal and dispels another set of wards. He doesn't bother trying the lock and simply reaches for the knob. Risho would likely believe the wards were enough. "Hello, Risho? Are you here? It is Gama. I have arrived, as requested," He calls into the apartment as he walks in, shutting the door quietly behind him. @ask-risho

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Fast...fashion? They are clothes - do they move swiftly on their own? ....👀 A...pretty penny, you say? What are they made of, then?

a w f u l sketch from my folder

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Well, had I not just read your note stating you are living in a human city, I would have questioned this further, but with this enlightening fact, your response makes more sense. I still stand firm that the goods hand crafted by demon hands are better and more durable, but I suppose if they are in short supply and out of reach, one must make do.

Risho! Looking stone-faced as ever, I see.

I jest, I jest. Would you kindly do me the honor of answering a few flower asks?

Balsam Fir: Have you ever been in love? 

Camelia: If you could visit anywhere, where would you want to go? 

Gladiolus: What is something you hope to do in the next year or two? 

Tulip: What would be the best present to get you? 

Thank you!!

How does an ordinary human dare to address me like that? You should consider yourself lucky, as I’m feeling generous today. But that won’t last if you don’t show me the respect I deserve. Here goes.

Balsam Fir: Have you ever been in love?  Starting off with such a personal one? Tsk. I’m not answering that, you don’t need to know. I don't plan to spill my secrets just like this. It was a long time ago anyway… Camelia: If you could visit anywhere, where would you want to go?  I already answered here.

Gladiolus: What is something you hope to do in the next year or two? 

There was something I once aimed for. Ultimately, it felt unreachable at the time, but now it's within sight... If the others don't fail me again.

Tulip: What would be the best present to get you?  Please, no tacky gifts. I'd appreciate something practical, useful and well crafted. Or just get me a gift card.

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I saw that people had been sending you birthday wishes. I didn’t realize you were celebrating it? Belated birthday wishes. We can celebrate when we meet. - ask-risho

Ah, thank you, Risho... I was unaware there would be celebrations at all, but others took it upon themselves nonetheless. You know we rarely have time for such things, so it was unexpected. I will be seeking you out soon with the address you left. @ask-risho