the spirit of the cherry tree

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kirigakure saizo x mc (unnamed)

a/n: another request this is so amazing i’m so unbelievably grateful!! i could seriously cry right now, i love every one of you so much. this one is for @lexiiferr from this list and requested number 14

A life like his is nothing but mundane.

Of course, people are unpredictable, but his own life will pass like the seasons. The ninja of Iga live and die for the same reasons, and he has known his end since his very beginning.

And, yet, somewhere along the way, he found hitches in his life’s plans.

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Christmas with Draco Malfoy would include...

-A huge Christmas tree in the living room, next to the huge fireplace. Covered with silver tinsel and glitter, as if it was radiating light, like stars.

-Tons of beautifully wrapped presents of all shapes and sizes under it.

-Hidden under the wrapping paper, a heart shaped necklace, a bouquet of never wilting roses and a set of sexy, blood red lingerie.

-Waking up to a blanket of snow snowflakes falling. Wrapping your arms around him, his body heat radiating.

-A quick make out session, heating up quickly, only to he disturbed by a house elf. 

- Him frowning, disappointed the fun had to end quickly. “Draco, love, don’t be angry, it’s Christmas.” 

-The annual Malfoy Manor Christmas ball.

-A room full of joy, laughter and Christmas spirit. Mistletoe, pine trees and frost.

-A cherry red dress, tight on the top, but flowing out at the waist. Him in a black tuxedo, a red bow tie and a wide smile.

-His arm on your waist, twirling you around on the dance floor.

-The night ending with some passionate sex. You in the red lingerie, your hair tangled up in his hands. Cuddled up in the donnas, placing wet kisses down your spine.

-Him whispering, “You’re all I truly want for Christmas.” Gazing into his eyes, “Me too.”

Ingredients of the signs:

Aries: The first wisps of baby hair, lava and bloody knees.

Taurus: Timeless memories, vanilla essence and tree roots.

Gemini: Playing cards, Pixie dust and Shakespeare fool wit.

Cancer: Moon milk, joyous tears and a werewolf tooth.

Leo: Royal Gold, sunlight and adoring heartbeats.

Virgo: Daisy chain deeds, lemon scented cleaner and subtle smiles.

Libra: Cherry liqueur, mineral makeup and wind chime charm. 

Scorpio: Pandora’s key, Poisonous toxin and a vial of tenacity.

Sagittarius: Incense ashes, campfire spirit and atlas sights.

Capricorn: Sterile gloves, wildflower petals and a single frozen tear.

Aquarius: Serum of Alien, collective insight and electric shocks.

Pisces: wishing well coins, second hand shoes and endless empathy.

gunnerkrigg court becomes 10000x funnier when you reread it mentally substituting annie and kat with the fire and the angel. like:

  • the angel falling asleep in class and dreaming about mulder with his shirt off.
  • a fire elemental putting a headband with antennae on in order to pretend to be a robot.
  • god Herself wearing the +5 headband of heterosexuality.
  • the sequence with the cherry tree in chapter six, like just picture the angel of creation climbing a tree to steal cherries.
  • the camping trip. god gets Herself kidnapped by a tree so that Her fire elemental buddy can use a bunch of laser cows to take over a house in the woods.

it also works if you imagine fox-renard in place of the toy. a majestic fox spirit having a tea party with action figures.

Kaka Saku Week Day 2: Myths/Legends

Long ago, in a village buried in the mountains of the Land of Fire, there was a strange yet tragic story about two lovers who could meet only during springtime.

In the Whispering Forest, that was the name the villagers had given to the mysterious place, they swore that during nights, if you got near it, murmurs could be heard, and that they probably came from a Cherry Tree near the Goshinboku hidden in the deepest part of the brushwood.

The spirit sealed in the tree seemed to weep all year spring aside, and the lament itself was enough to move people to madness, hence the peculiar name.

Many woodcutters tried to seek and cut down the tree to protect the villagers from the evil spirits they thought lived within, but no one had ever come back alive from that mystic place, to the extent it was deemed cursed ever since, and entering had been forbidden.

They say that tree was protected by a strange spirit who keep guarding it, scaring all those who try to get near it and condemning them to wander till the end of their days: no one has never seen it with their own eyes and the only evidence of its existence lies in spoken legends and rumors.

This is a story that talks about a young girl who got lost in the wood, and the spirit who saved her, and that’s how this strange legend shall begin.

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The Scarecrow and the Cherry Tree

It was a cold day of March, the one in which she got lost.

‘Tired of her wandering, a small child with unusual pink hair crouched down on the roots of a magnificent cherry blossom tree, and started crying helplessly.

She cried and she cried, the acute voice piercing through the silent evening, to the point that even the loud cicadas stopped chanting, moved and saddened by her misfortune.

A crowd of spirits called by her laments neared her, looking her from afar. Glinting eyes shimmered in the ruby light of the sunset, between the foliage of the brushes and the trees, curious as why a human cub was so deep in their house.

One of those, whose face was covered by a wolf porcelain mask, approached her, crouching not too near yet not too far. The paintings on his canine face were red and black, circling his eyes and drawing an uprising smile on his muzzle. She, looked up, scared by his dark and abrupt voice, and meet his mismatched glance.

That was how the young girl and the ancient spirit met for the very first time.

He took her out of the forest before the sun gave in.

Spirits get hungry when the sun set behind the mountains.” he simply stated with a calm, yet unrelenting voice, and with that, he admonished her not to come back again if she cared about her own life.

But he didn’t know how stubborn she was.

From that day, the young girl kept on visiting the sacred forest everyday to keep the spirit company and to bring him presents, thanking him for saving her life.

To protect her from danger, the spirit gave her a small bell to call him whenever she needed him, and from that day on, that happy and ringing sound echoed through the forest each time she passed by to meet him.

They became friends… and that’s the sad part of this story.

Seasons had changed many times, years had passed slowly but thoroughly, and she, obediently, visited him every day for many many years.

The girl who once was just a child had blossomed into a beautiful woman, and it was just a matter of time before their friendship flowered into something more.

He fell in love with her and he would have given anything just to touch her a single time, but that was impossible: he was a spirit and she was a human, and there was no way for him to overstep the boundaries God had forced on him.

He was a poor farmer who lost his life in the forest: his soul, trapped on the cold earth in a corpse not buried, started wandering and got lost so many years ago, unable to transcend. The mask, that was a present from the deity who welcomed him in the depth of the forest, served him to ward off evil spirits and to avoid them spiriting him away.

So strong was his pain for his inability to touch her beloved, that the Goshinboku was moved with compassion and decided to grant his wish for just one night.

Your wish shall be granted.” he smiled fondly, pitying the young silver-haired soul “I’ll bound your soul into the mask, and give you a body of your own. But remember: if you lost your life, your soul will be dispersed.

And this spell completed the tragedy.

The villagers, who were suspecting the girl of being an evil creature, followed her up into the forest and spotted her: and as they tried to slaughter the woman, frightened by her allegiances with spirits, the farmer took the fatal blade that was intended to her. Blood gushed through the wound, spatted on the sacred ground in front of the Goshinboku who helped him realizing is only wish.

And for the second time in his long and eternal lifetime, he died again, and this time forever.

So much was the grief, that the woman crouched on his lifeless body and started weeping so much that all the spirits gathered around them, enraged by the wheel of fate, grieved by that ungrateful ending.

And as the villagers tried to escape the spirits’ fury, the girl took her soul with the same blade that killed her beloved, and died to follow him to a place, however, she could not reach.

Sorrowed by the turn of events, the deity of the forest showed her compassion once again: wrapping the girl between his branches, the spirit tree transformed her in a beautiful Cherry Tree and the farmer in a robust Scarecrow.

From that day on, during springtime, the Cherry Tree could touch the Scarecrow with her petals, while the Scarecrow protected her from the wanderers who tried to damage his precious beloved.

And that’s where the story ends, a common tale spoke by many of how the wheel of fate spins and keeps spinning, thus bounding together two souls for eternity.

Thanks @dimigex​ and @swabin10​ for your precious help!

[References: Hotarubi no Mori E]

- もえ

Twilight Blossoms in the Rain, by ErwinBuske

One of these days the conditions will be perfect for photographing these beautiful Cherry trees at the University Quad-the rain will be just the right amount, the wind slight, no ghosts will be walking the Oz like roads, and no drops of water and fog will blur the lens, but in the meantime the wonderful beauty of the quad at twilight at peak cherry blossom bloom still permeates this image, and the spirit the place is perhaps stronger given the challenges of wind and movement during a brief five minute period when there is the right combination of lights along the pathways and the promises of a rising sun during the blue hour of twilight.

@4seasons-universe x

Zack’s grin grows at the sight of Cloud’s changing expression. Honestly, he’s not sure what Cloud expected out of him. “Y’know bird, I thought I was gone too. I thought that was it once I saw Angeal again but nope, here I am. In spirit, anyway.” Zack what the fuck.

And, to complete the childhood friend circle.

This is Makoto, he is Kagerou’s son, unfortunately he shares the same illness that Kagerou’s brother had , although not in the same level, but enough for him to not be able to do huge amounts of physical effort, so he decided to control scrolls. He is very talented in non physical stuff, he paints a lot of cherry trees, he can play instruments, and he likes to read tea flower fortunes. He can also talk to spirits. Often confused with a girl because of his stature and physique. He is best friends with Kenta, Orochi’s kid, since they were kids, they gave each other ring necklaces for their friendship, and Kenta’s way of promising he would always help Makoto with his illness.

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You laughed, “Christmas with you both is always a little… unconventional, isn’t it?”

“Hey.”  Dean pointed a finger at you, a coy and spirited smile on his face.  “Booze, sports on a shitty T.V., and some gas-market gifts are the only way to spend the holidays with us.”

“Don’t forget the tree,” Sam added.  His addition to decorate the dingy motel room wouldn’t go unnoticed, even if said decoration was an on-the-verge-of-dying mini evergreen, with car fresheners as ornaments.  It had taken convincing to get Sam to partake, but in the end, you could tell that he was glad he did.

You snorted, “Don’t worry, Sam.  It smells like the Gas-Mart in here; no one could forget.”

After a quick exchange of gifts, yours being a light blue Gatorade and a cherry chapstick that was arguably already used, the three of you basked in the comfort of each other.  This was what you hoped for: a day of little responsibilities with the people you cared about most in the world.

Christmas, of all holidays, was the one you got to enjoy what you did have as opposed to what you were missing, and that was Sam and Dean.  You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Merry Christmas, guys.”  You held up your Gatorade as a toast, and it was met by a shot glass of alcoholically tampered eggnog, and a beer bottle.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.  To another year of kickin’ ass and takin’ names.”

Sam shook his head with a scoff.  “Merry Christmas.”