#aonik

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[sakuranoumi]

Fandom: Shaman King Flowers Characters: Hana, Alumi, and Yohane Word Count: 999 Summary: A moment away in the countryside to simply relax

Hana grumbles as they sit on the train. The sprawling metropolis of Tokyo is melting away to a peaceful countryside as they move further and further away from the heart of the country.

“The city is stuffy,” Alumi replies, reading his mind.

That's incorrect. Hana knows what reishi is. Reishi is what his mom had and why everyone does what she says. She's scary and cool and Hana wishes she'd come back home . Reishi is also what Uncle God had. It's why he's still moody and insists on surrounding himself with cats. Alumi doesn't have it. She's what keeps his onis at bay no thanks to Uncle God .

He doesn't say anything more. He knows Alumi is no stranger to the city. Los Angeles is just as crowded, just as busy, and just as hectic. He knows what she's really missing. She misses the quiet of her life. She misses her people. All because that stupid jerk Yosuke had to take everything from her. All because he wasn’t strong enough to stop him.

“Do not punch a hole in the seat cushion,” Alumi warns, watching the way his fingers tremble and tighten into a fist.

“What do you think, Yohane,” Hana settles for, crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat. He's not pouting. He never pouts.

“The city,” Yohane states, “only because my life got better after coming to it.”

“Yeah, it turned out great for you that you're too weak to kill me.”

“You still lost Amidamaru,” Alumi points out, “to his sister who gave him to Yosuke.”

“Whatever. Amidamaru was my dad's anyway. He just liked to boss me around. Didn't let me have any fun. My new partner is going to be way cooler.”

He doesn't see Alumi mouth the word liar. He doesn't look at either of them as he stares out the window. Not having a spirit partner is a problem and one that he needs to fix. It's just finding the right one is so hard, and before this he didn't really have any motivation. There was no Shaman Fight. There was no Flowers of Maize. Just a boring everyday life for Hana.

Their stop is announced and they disembark in a quaint town. A floral fragrance hits them immediately as Alumi inhales a deep breath, arms thrown out as she spins, slowly taking it all in. Next to him Yohane sneezes.

“Allergies too? Hana asks, incredulous. He swears. Yohane has to be the most frail person he's ever met. His broken arm still hasn’t healed.

“We didn't get out much,” Yohane shrugs.

“Come on, come on, come on,” Alumi chants, grabbing both of their wrists and dragging them further from town and towards a field.

“Shouldn't we get Sniffles—“ Hana is cut off as Alumi yanks harder and any attempt to steer her towards town and civilization is ruined.

“You're a shaman. It's time to commune with nature.”

“I'll be fine,” Yohane adds, after another sneeze, “It's nothing”

His puffy eyes later tonight aren't going to be nothing, but Hana isn't stupid. He does know a losing battle when he sees it. He just doesn't always choose to surrender. Especially if the person on the other side is that slimy worm Yosuke.

Alumi pulls them to a field where the grass is hidden completely by flower petals.

“We could never do this in the desert,” Alumi chirps before turning solemn, “And the plains were ruined long ago.”

She doesn't spare a moment to tell either boy her plan. She gives them no warning until they are mercilessly tugged to the ground as petals fly up from the force before floating back down.

Yohane's nose crinkles as one lands on it before a sneeze sends it back into the air.

“Ow,” Hana grumbles because he's not about to admit how nice this really is or that Alumi was right.

“See, it was worth it. A chance to get away from everything. A chance to be three teenagers without a care in the world.”

That's exactly the opposite of what Hana wants, but maybe he can admit that this is good for Yohane. Yohane has no friends. He has no social skills. He's not going to get any of these experiences unless Hana puts aside his wants to show Yohane what “normal” life is like.

“You're sitting next to him when he sneezes the whole way home,” Hana settles for.

“Really, guys, I'm fine,” Yohane insists as another sneeze betrays him.

“We could have spared five minutes to get him something,” Hana argues.

“And miss this?” Alumi asks, pointing up to the sky.

Hana had lost all track of time. It's later than he thought. The sun is starting to set, bathing everything in soft pinks and oranges. The field really does feel alive and magical as he stretches his hand up. If he tries hard enough it's like he can grab that next world and enter into it. Maybe that's where they're waiting for him.

He lets his hand fall back down to the earth. It's stupid and childish. Hana knows the world only consists of this one and the next. There's no cheat into the Great Spirits. This isn't Mu. If his parents were in the Great Spirits then Uncle God would have let him see them by now. Uncle God could summon him and send him anywhere for a time before depositing him back in this boring, lonely world.

“You're thinking about your wish for when we win,” Alumi whispers.

“Yeah,” Hana agrees.

He thinks about it every day. No matter how tough he is. No matter how fine he pretends to be. No matter how good Tamao and Ryu are to him. He's always thinking about the life he didn't get. The life he's chasing.

He's not looking for adventure.

He's looking for home.

[yuisenri]

Sakai Takayuki Blue Steel #2 Aonikou Professional Honesuki Kaku type#sakaitakayuki #bluesteel #aonikou#honesuki#sabaki#150mm#madeinjapan #japanknife#sakai (Sakai-shi, Osaka, Japan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkvGW7WPFw8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[aonik]

Aonik. Imagine Hana with Ogerpon. Bashing literally everything in their path.

They were made for each other

[zarahxan]

OTP-tober Day 21 - Gift

Ey, I��m back! 😂 Had to take a break from inktober to refresh! Gonna do my best to catch up to what I can, but I’m really just gonna do the days I wanna do. This one, for example, featuring my beloved rarepair~

For further context: this was based on an idea brainrot I had that came from an idea that Yohane would totally win Alumi plushes from a faire or something! (and also based off that one art that Aonik drew where he was very good at crane machines—which I’ll probably go reblog again).

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[puropoly]

Awante el animés ^_^ me los voy a ver todos antes de k termine el mundo en 2012 XDD

jajaj ke ase wacha contestame el msn o te kbe el sumbido

[jitterbugjive]

So a really long time ago I commissioned an artist to draw my phanteon, and they sent me a sketch which ended up being scrapped for a different pose. However, I liked the sketch, and for a long time I’ve wanted to finish it but didn’t think I had the skills for it. Well, today I decided I’d give it a go, and I love the result!

The sketch artist is https://www.furaffinity.net/user/aonik

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[toukenramblings]

Family

Inspired by this post by @aonik thANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING THAT YOU DO AND UR ART IS UTTERLY GORGEOUS

@lunalove25 send help babe im in too deep

@sword-brainrot​ for you sweetieeeeeeeeeeee <3

Warnings: These feelings for Akashi, Hotarumaru, and Aizen came outta nowhere. Send help. Fluff. Is it ooc? Maybe. Idk. I just needed to get these feels out. That’s it. Left this gender neutral because idk what y’all wanna be called lmao.

“Family is supposed to have two parents, right?” Hotarumaru questions, fangs sinking deep into the flesh of the bun, tearing it from its seams – humming as the flavors seep into his sense.

“I…guess?” Aizen answers, wrinkling his nose in thought, his own meat bun barely touched. Instead he tosses it up and down, humming to himself. “I mean, we have Kuniyuki…”

“But that’s only one parent.” The other boy states, eating another third of his meal. “What about the other?” “Shouldn’t it be our master?” the mop of white hair snaps up at the tantou’s words, mouth partly open in realization. “I mean,” The red head continues, taking his first bite out of the freshly cooked meal, moaning at the taste. “Our master cooks for all of us, along with the others, but they and Kuniyuki are…together, right?” he emphasizes that with air quotes.  “Legally, doesn’t that make them our parent too?”

Hotarumaru’s eyes light up at the suggestion, his delectable delicious food forgotten. “Then let’s go call our master our parent now!” he smiles oh so vividly, not carrying for the sauce on the corner of his lips. “We have a full family now!”

“What’s this about a family?” The boys almost tumble in shock when the door opens, almost dropping their morsels – eyes wide, and a pair of deer in headlights. The master stands there with Akashi at their side, a second plate of meat buns in the sword’s hand but a kettle of tea and desserts in the arms of the master.

Hotarumaru drools as the smells hit his senses; Aizen on the other hand, happily gets to his feet. “You’re back!” he calls out, rushing towards the master who gasps and holds the tea tray out of the way as the red haired tantou suddenly wraps his arms around their waist, smiling up at them with the widest of toothy grins.

But what he calls them next almost causes them to pass out.

“What…did you say, Aizen?” Akashi questions, glancing between the boy and his partner beside him – poor master, they looked like they were going to keel over, face redder than the boy’s hair.

“Hotaru and I were talking about it earlier!” Aizen answers, pointing at the other boy. “We’re brothers, then Kuniyuki is the dad,” he points the finger at the purple haired man. “And our master is our parent too!” A choked sob comes from the sage, balancing the tray as best as they could – a hand covering their mouth. “Aizen, you-“ “I-I-I’m sorry!” gasps out the little one, Hotarumaru rushing to his side. “We thought that you would…like it.” They both stare down at the floor, shuffling their feet, defeated. “We’re sorry, we-“ “No! No!” hurriedly does the master hand the tray off to their significant other, kneeling down to embrace the ootachi and tantou in their arms. Their lips press a gentle kiss to each forehead, soft tears dripping down their cheeks. “I think that’s sweet, you two. I don’t mind being called that.” “It’s kind of true anyway.” Akashi remarks, chuckling with a lazy roll of his shoulders. “Come on, get off of the floor, master. Let’s eat. These trays are getting heavy now.”

“Let me hug our sons a little bit longer, Akashi!” came their whine, further hogging the tiny ones to their chest. At this, both of them stick their tongue out at their guardian sword.

“All Kuniyuki has to do now is to marry our master! Then it’ll be official! We’ll have the biggest and most fun family, ever!” cheers Aizen, wrapping his arms around the neck of their master and nuzzling into their nape.

Akashi laughs, shaking his head, walking over to the table and placing the trays them down on to the surface. “I’ve been trying to, silly.”

[4plus1313]

an evening well spent

(artists from left to right: @beyondplusultra, @ moody bidoof @13eyond13, tiny icons @slicedhell & @lollipop-lawliet, @my-doodles-xd @aonik @synapsi-s, final row from up to down @erencollins, @jackieeleanor and @misas-biggest-fan !)

[incorrect-pokespe-quotes]

Hi sorry to bother but that oras fanart you reblogged is a repost from the original artist - aonik!!

post deleted! Thank you for telling

[sakuranoumi]

Fandom: Shaman King Flowers

Characters: Yosuke, Kagome

Word Count: 912

This fic is for that one anon on Aonik's tumbler and Aonik too I guess. There's art this was based off of and y'all welcome its becoming public now. Also I got the AU wrong to for the art. Whoops?

Kagome's not stupid. She's seen the IOUs scattered around Yosuke's messy apartment when he thinks no one's looking. They're loans really, with interest rates so high they're only meant to bury someone alive. She doesn't know why Yosuke feels the need to flash around money he doesn't have. He could have less debt living out of a modest apartment and dressed in the simple attire of his youth. Instead he's 21, dressed to the nines, and suffocating under whatever self imposed persona he has.

She's never given the impression she's into money has she?

Yet she doesn't say no to the single shoulder dark blue dress that hugs her perfectly and has a slit up one leg. She should turn it down because she see's the IOU for it peeking out from under a fashion magazine on the coffee table, but she looks so damn good in it. If Yosuke wants to destroy himself then she should get to have one night where she doesn't have to worry about him.

When Yosuke comes out of his bedroom she half expects him to be in a coat with tails.

“Something wrong?” Yosuke asks, adjusting his bow tie and unaware of what she's just been looking at.

“Just not what I was expecting. It's modest for you these days,” Kagome answers, taking in the black suspenders over his white dress shirt. Her eye's glance at the IOU as she nudges it further out of sight and she has to wonder if all of his budget for whatever this is went to her.

“When you're crashing a party it's best not to standout,” Yosuke answers, his arms snaking around her waist and a little lower than she'd prefer.

“We're crashing a party? I thought this was for your job?”

What job she's not sure. She's pretty sure Yosuke should be homeless yet he always defies all odds and she allows herself to keep following it blindly.

“It is,” Yosuke answers, before his eyes narrow, “I wasn't invited.”

“You're not even going to get in the door.”

If they are dressed this nicely then it has to be a high class event. Someone is going to be watching the door ensuring only those on the guest list enter.

“I can just reattach the tags and your can return it and get your money back.”

“Keep it. It looks good,” Yosuke whispers pulling her closer.

She has her clutch up and blocking Yosuke before his lips can try anything. She loves him, she really does, but she also doesn't like whatever he's become. She wants the old Yosuke back. She's not going to let him kiss her with those lying lips.

“I'm not stupid, Yosuke,” she replies, prying his fingers off easily so she can reach down and grab the IOU and shove it at him. “You've got hundreds of these littered around. I thought your mom taught you good spending habits?”

“Everyone has a little debt, Kagome,” Yosuke shrugs.

“This isn't a little debt. Do you even have any money? Do you think I won't look at you if you're poor?”

“It's complicated,” Yosuke huffs.

“It's not,” Kagome answers poking a finger at his chest, “I don't care what you can or can't buy me Kamogawa Yosuke. I care about the nerdy little boy I went to school with before whatever this is happened.”

“Then you're wasting your time, Kagome. He's dead. He's dead because nobody cared, but now somebody does.”

“Using you so you wrack up a debt isn't caring, Yosuke, and you're wrong. I've always cared about you.”

“Well you shouldn't have,” Yosuke yells, and Kagome's not sure the last time she's seen him get truly angry. It's a crack in the mask. It's a glimpse back at the boy who faded away.

“We can get this under control,” Kagome softens, her hand cupping Yosuke's face.

“I'm not taking you down with me,” Yosuke mumbles, not meeting her eyes.

“That's not your choice, Yosuke. It's mine.”

“Just keep the dress and leave. I don't feel like going out anymore.”

He's defeated and she doesn't know why. She's always reaching her hand out to him and he always refuses it. She doesn't understand why he doesn't want to be pulled up from whatever pit he's in.

“I'm sorry,” Kagome whispers, but it's too late. He's shut down again. He's closed off. What was supposed to be another nice evening is ruined before it's even started. It seems all they do is fight. Maybe it's all Yosuke thinks he deserves.

She leaves him because staying never accomplishes anything. The IOUs keep piling up. He refuses to listen to reason, and Kagome can only break her own heart so much.

The IOU for her dress sits crumpled in her hand. She'll return it or at least she'll try her best to return it without the receipt because Yosuke would never give that to her. She'll find the rest of the money as well. She can't pay off all of Yosuke's debt but she can at least pay off this one. She can march into the building of the Yahabe corporation and see at least what Yosuke has gotten himself into that he insists he can't get back out of.

She'll save him. She'll save him even if he'll never look at her again for doing it.

[yuisenri]

Sakai Takayuki Aonikou Damascus Seiryo Blue Dragon Kiritsuke Style Yanagiba# #sakaitakayuki #aonikou#bluesteel#damascussteel seiryu#sakai#japanknife#kiritsuke#japanknife#madeinjapan#ebony#saya (Sakai-shi, Osaka, Japan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CHRubiRjXh0/?igshid=1h5tb7xg48jjc

[aonik]

Aonik I love your art 😭

Thank youuuuu!!!! 💕💕🥺 Also very happy to see you around!!

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