#yorishima

[fwmy]

they resume their divorce!!!

[hyephyep]

[ID: Comic made by editing together panels from Natsume Yuujinchou. Natsume is in a dark place and looks nervous. Someone offscreen says to Yorishima, "We have your grandson." Yorashima looks annoyed and says, "I don't have a grandson." He pauses, mouth covering his face as he thinks, then says, "Wait, let me call my ex." End ID.]

inspired by this post/tag. @joelletwo

[akabloom]

gonna do my work before he yells at me too 🧎‍➡️💔

full spread under the cut

[joelletwo]

[IDs from alt, 1: natsuyuu fanart of nanase and yorishima passing on a street, yorishima looking back at her but not turning around, while nanase fully stops to say something to him with a smirk. 2: taki and matoba as young kids dangling their feet off a balcony overlooking a room full of exorcist artifacts, matoba clan motifs, and two obscured adults. taki, wide-eyed, says "hey, what are they looking at?" and matoba, bored, replies "you don't know?" 3: textless closeup of the kids]

BIRTHDAY GIFT FOR ME EXORCIST EXTRAVAGANZA <3 embarrassingly many months ago cal @coquelicoq asked me to draw nanase and yorishima hanging out or the kids hanging out. and both those ideas lit my brain so much on fire that i had to marinate and marinate and marinate on them and i still have ten thousand ideas im not sure what to do with but for NOW!!! fun compositional practice :3

nanase and yorishima are hard bc u cant put yorishima in a room. he refuses. their relationship is passing cryptic remarks every eight months when they cross paths in town and theyve kept it up for 40 years

and i have. preexisting thoughts about the matoba family being nosy about the taki family lol. i think maybe after taki granddad passes they express Polite Interest in some of their records which means meetings for baby taki to run around exorcist houses poking into everything she can find and pestering weird older kids there who are happy to give her Just enough info for her brain to go wild

[loquatenjoyer69]

"There are some barriers set up, like with Hakozaki-san. Yorishima was once an exorcist family to rival the Matoba clan. But these days he's closed up shop and secluded himself in these woods."

"I know-"

"Natori, lately you've come to resemble the Matoba brat."

"Yorishima-san was once an exorcist, but has now quit and shut himself away deep in the mountains."

"Matoba-san... haven't you ever wanted to quit being an exorcist?"

"No. Not even once."

"...I see."

"For some reason, I was relieved to hear that. I wonder about Natori-san, that kind person who is always wavering..."

"[Matoba-san,] haven't you ever wanted to quit being an exorcist?"

"Those who can't heartlessly dedicate themselves to it aren't fit to be exorcists. If you stand up for ayakashi, that kid Natori's just gonna falter."

"...You should stop playing nice, or I might not be able to tell which of us is the monster."

"[You are an ayakashi,] which I have decided to spend my life fighting."

[souenkun]

Collapsing to the floor once I learned that yorishima refers to kusakabe as his precious friend (大事な友人) in the jp raws. So much for "it wasn't a close relationship to say the least"... he's the grumpiest tsundere ojiisan ever 😭🤚

[treecakesarts]

[id from alt: a digitally coloured pencil sketch of yorishima from natsume’s book of friends. he is drawn from the torso upwards, and is looking off to the side, annoyed. /end id]

peepaw <3

[ginkgo-mist]

wishing so bad that i could instantly transfer what i want to draw on a page…..

[dailysmilingnatsume]

[schrodingersauthorii]

You see. It’s actually very easy for me to contrive a way for Seji to loose The Eye (it’s not even specialist knowledge after all the eye drop recalls in 2022 and 2023.) But the bigger question is: why? What does this actually change? He can’t possibly have a Happy Ending as Matoba clan head… but does loosing that position actually change that?

I think the answer is no. Matoba Seji is still Matoba Seji, quasi-actively looking for opportunities to commit suicide via good of the clan. Now there’s just different clan politics. We could leave things at that, but that’s no fun. What *would* it take to dislodge this man from the path of sacrificial annihilation? Probably something even Worse.

I don’t really have anything concrete, but there IS precedent for yokai replacing body parts in canon. Something to keep in mind if Ms. Midorikawa ever elaborates on what the hell’s going on with Yorishima’s arm.

[haru-chi]

Can you believe that soon he'll be making his first debut in the anime!!

I'm too excited for this, what VA he'll had I wonder ?? Aaaaaaa I CAN'T WAIT FOR HIM AND PEOPLE'S REACTION 🥰🥰

[lunasohma]

part xi: Fantastic Mr. Yorishima

[ a twist of lemon / bakery au tag ]

[ << neighborhood tour gone wrong / chapter list ]

[ ao3 / ff.net ]

It’s a pestilence. Seiji goes to the woods.

warnings: blood/injury, exorcist-y happenings

“Natori-san, what’s the matter? You look so down.”She is kind, is Miss Sasada.

Natori-san seems to catch himself and regains his professionalism. “Ah, it’s nothing. Our new tree—” A stuttered twitch of the serving tray.

The young woman turns in her chair, but she can only see what anyone would see. “It’s lovely!” And it is. A white, fluffy, overflowing cherry tree.

“It is, isn’t it?” Natori-san’s voice is tenderly strained. Sasada looks back at him with a little frown.

“I look forward to Matoba-san’s cherry desserts,” she says lightly. At that, he can’t help but brighten.

“Yes, they’ll be quite something! Thank you for doing so.” He smiles, genuinely. “Now, what else can I get for you?”

—

The signs of a spreading blight started to show during their open hours. Nyanko-sensei scampered through the back door, the fur along his spine raised and tail puffed twice its size.

Fortunately, the sickness was contained to the tree itself. Still, as a precaution, they decided to close early.

—

Le Petit Chaton is closed for yard maintenance.

—

Takashi with Sensei atop his head, circles the tree. A young thing, but it is large enough. Trees take to their property as usual. From Yorishima’s arbour.

Shuuichi slips his glasses off and hands them to Seiji. “See anything?” For Shuuichi, it is a dark distortion just in his periphery.

Seiji shakes his head. “A perfect tree.”

Sensei hops through its branches, scowling. He bounds for the ground, nose wrinkled something fierce.

“Horrid!”

“Sensei… you shouldn’t have eaten that.”

“I won’t!”

“But you already—”

Seiji goes to get saucers of water and milk. And some sugar cubes for good measure.

—

Takashi and Nyanko-sensei proceed to paint a picture for them. Literally.

Well, technically it’s a doodle of their tree. A violent spattering of inky pawprints dot all the branches and the trunk.

Seiji will post it on the refrigerator.

.

“I’ve never seen anything like them.” Takashi frowns. “I’m sorry, I just don’t know what to do.”

“That’s fine, Takashi.” Shuuichi smiles. “We’ll ask Yorishima-san.”

—

Seiji sets off by himself because he wants to; Shuuichi is none the wiser.

He is on his way to Yorishima’s arbour with a hand-drawn map that he’s still skeptical of and a jar of nothing for his trouble.

Takashi uncups his hands as Nyanko-sensei steadies the glass jar between his paws. His gaze is as narrow as his cat’s until the jar is capped and sealed. The slip of paper to finish.

‘Safe,’ he reassures them with a smile. ‘Good luck, Seiji-san.’

A train trip is lovely, actually, especially with a picnic lunch packed by Shuuichi. A galette—not saying peace offering—though it will be cool, is tucked underneath everything.

—

But Yorishima meets him at the remote station. Seiji can’t help but think of a crane or some other long-legged waterfowl. One limb ever tucked into himself. Gaze removed yet acute. And so still.

They do not have long to walk, Yorishima explains. This is not the Yorishima family estate, the one full of old recipes and sleeping seeds. But instead, this is Yorishima’s place.

Seiji is thus warned.

—

Bowl of blackest ink. Horse-hair paintbrush. Stone mortar and pestle. Knife.

These are the items lined up on the table. A process might be deduced if Seiji knew more. He wonders if Shuuichi knows.

Outside, there are the trees, of course.

And inside, wood.

Drawers and cupboards of all sizes. They are up the walls to the ceiling. Black iron knobs and drawer pulls and latches and hinges.

All shut.

Seiji feels a kindred spirit somehow. His kitchen is similarly tidy. Safety, and that.

—

Yorishima has Seiji hold out his hand, palm up, over the low table, and he poises the brush over Seiji’s skin. The circle and all its intricacies appear and the brush is still at the start.

But Seiji’s palm is wet.

.

“Do you taste like a cherry tree?” So mildly. He doesn’t wait for Seiji’s answer as he tips the jar into his open hand.

It is a profusion of legs—house centipede on the drywall, spider strung from its web. Tangle and scrabble, scrape along Seiji’s palm with just a bit of a bite. Then it’s all gone. It has fallen from his hand.

It is uncanny, he’ll think later. The sudden absence of sensation. Click-tick-ticking cursorial limbs that he was never supposed to hear, knowing that they should echo on the lacquer of the table. His senses so sharp, suddenly tricked.

Blinded.

Something that is not there, but was. And is still, because he knows it is.

A shiver goes through Seiji as he is pulled from that world back to his own.

.

Yorishima brings down the jar with a lightning quickness and seals it up tight again.

“Stay in there, why don’t you?” The smile is wolfish.

—

Yorishima’s back is to him as he scans his supplies. He only opens one compartment at a time; Seiji can only wonder if it’s on account of his arm. Pressing his fingertips to one small door, pressing his ear to a drawer a meter in length, he stalks his room with intent. Again, the kindred spirit.

The knife is left, but Seiji doesn’t have to wait for long.

Yorishima returns to the table with a small handful of ingredients for all his activity. Into the mortar. Then he picks up the knife by its blade.

Seiji is no stranger to blood. After all, there are knives in his kitchen. But this is something altogether different. Yet he feels the need to sit still and watch.

Some test to pass. Some trial to best.

“That tree is mine, after all. This should remind them of that.” Conversational.

Is it an age before he sets down the knife?

Seiji only starts when Yorishima pushes the mortar and pestle across the table. Holding up his dripping hand as the excuse.

“Do I need to right away?”

“Excuse me?”

It’s not a yes, so Seiji produces a clean linen from his picnic basket and goes over to Yorishima’s side. The cut is remarkably clean, he admires, for how it was administered. The familiar motions of his kitchen guide his hands. A sure knot with sure pressure.

Yorishima seemingly makes his mind up about something.

“Don’t tell him, but the arm is plenty competent. But I don’t like to use it. So what am I going to do when it’s attached to me.” Like he’s talking of bothersome span of weather.

Seiji’s never had to parse such a collection of words. It is like traveling through the woods.

A starling’s song calls him through.

“I hope to never understand that,” he says simply. Seiji would still find a way in any case and Shuuichi would help him too. Just as Seiji would him.

—

“Not bad.”

“You should know, Yorishima-san. It’s your recipe.”

“My mother would always add extra vanilla. It plays nicely with the almond flavor.”

“I see. Next time, then.”

.

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[ chapter notes, if you are interested! ]

[akabloom]

can’t get enough of this guy <3

[fwmy]

shoutout to this artist on pixiv who keeps drawing matoba natori yorishima as a trio of besties going to clubs/drinking/hogwarts gang/etc together like wdym it isnt canon

[loquatenjoyer69]

Yorishima is an exorcist, possessed by an ayakashi, from a family who was once powerful enough to rival the Matobas but now he's quit, but seemingly still holds some kind of disdain for Matoba. ("That Matoba brat," "Sorry for insulting your friend.")

Natori is an exorcist, possessed by an ayakashi, from a family who was once powerful enough to rival the Matobas (presumably. "There's a reason the two families don't get along,") and now he's trying to carry on their traditions but seemingly can't bring himself have any disdain for Matoba. ("Now? No. I show up to meetings, I take jobs from them..." "Does it look like this abandoned house could be rivals with the industry leader?")

Is Yorishima for Natori what Natori is for Natsume...? I'm not sure...I want to go find what Midorikawa has said about Yorishima now.

[joelletwo]

okayyyyyyyyyyyy also updated my fashion refs for matoba and natori. left a handful of natoris out that i dont like lol