Need Moar Nura

About this blog. Well basically I am a big fan of this series called Nurarihyon No Mago (ぬらりひょんの孫) or those animax/Viz media peeps :Nura-rise of the Youkai Clan. Originally supposed to be a one-shot series in Shoenen Jump (Bleach,One piece and Naruto may ring a bell to you guys.) It was published as a long running series in October 2008. In october 2010-Studio Deen(Famous productions-Fruits Basket,Gundam and Jigoku Shoujo) have telecasted the anime adaption of that series. Ever since then-it have published 16 volumes and telecasted its second season :) Basically Nurarihyon No Mago (or nura as I am calling for this series for easy pronunciation) is about 13 year old Nura Rikuo-who is quarter youkai is slowly taking up his place as the third head of the Nura Clan thru rival clans. Warning:This may contain evil spoilers which everyone hates. Do read with caution please.

[sourdough-seal]

most important part of the writing process actually is when you loop a single song on max volume and stare at the word document and imagine the characters doing things for 14 hours. this is known as getting in the zone

[giovanni-battista-tiepolo]

The Martyrdom of St. Bartholomew, 1722, Giovanni Battista Tiepolo

Medium: oil,canvas

[obstsaft]

                    Why are soldiers, who ought to protect citizens, killing them instead?       Why is alchemy, which ought to bring happiness to the people, being used for murder?

[eikyun]

Hashire sori yo~

Kaze no you ni~

Totsuki Gakuen wo~

Padoru padoru~

Ho ho ho! Santa Eishi is coming to bring happiness! He might be shy, but he’s trying his best to accomplish his mission as Santa of Totsuki!

[needmoarnura]

for the playlist ask: zabbers!

Oh I forget about that XD, so sorry about that hahahah

So here we go (Mind it is a mix of everything)

Ziggy Stardust-David Bowie

Across the Universe-The Beatles

Beautiful World-Utada Hikaru 

Before you Cry-Camera Obscura

Easy Lover-Phil Collins

Runaway-The Corrs

Sarabande in G Major by Handel

[books-n-quotes]

Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.

Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept (via softesteve)

[lokincest-deactivated20180601]

Fanfiction Work-In-Progress Guessing Game

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in

[clairesclitpiercing]

Okay, since I have several times the number of WIPs as I do published stories, this could be fruitful.

[catmeleon-deactivated20160611]

Yeah, okay!

[ladyeowyn]

Aesthetic Meme

I decided I need a photoshop project to practice picspams and have fun, so here it is! Also if you want to send me suggestions, I’ll dedicate the finished thing to you. :) Feel absolutely free to use or adapt this for yourself and of course let me know what you created! ♥

✦ [4] fairy tales ✦ [5] myths or mythical creatures ✦ [6] quotes, poems or lyrics ✦ [7] AUs ✦ [8] stories (tv shows, movies, books etc.) ✦ [9] characters ✦ [10] anything else

[needmoarnura]

Burn Read Rewrite: The Mists of Avalon, Murder on the Orient Express, Winnie the Pooh? Bonus: How would you do the rewrite?

Read: Winnie the Pooh (That is my childhood as always)

Burn: Murder at the Orient Express (BY the way I have not yet read it hahahah)

Rewrite: The mists of Avalon (It sounds like a cool book,in fact one of the things i am writing now is all of the characters of Arthurian mythology made female so it is the closest)

[yvng-gxddess]

IMPORTANT!!!

PLEASE READ:

I don’t care if this ruins your blog and doesn’t fit with the theme. YOU HAVE TO REBLOG THIS; you could save a life, and that this moment, it’s really important that you do that.

It is said to be that ISIS have announced that their next targets are ROME, WASHINGTON  and LONDON. If you’re in ANY major city, PLEASE leave get your loved ones out. The cities are no longer safe, the world is broken and I can’t stress how important this is. YOU NEED TO LEAVE ANY MAJOR CITY NOW. If you can’t PLEASE, stay in your homes, stay inside where it’s safe. I am begging you, please stay safe.

MAJOR CITIES:

Tokyo, Japan New York, USA Sao Paulo, Brazil Mexico City, Mexico Manila, Philippines Mumbai/Delhi, India Jakarta, Indonesia Lagos, Nigeria Kolkata, India Cairo, Egypt Los Angeles, USA Buenos Aires, Argentina Rio de Janeiro, Brazil Moscow, Russia Shanghai, China Karachi , Pakistan Paris, France Istanbul, Turkey Nagoya,Japan Beijing, China Chicago, USA London, UK Shenzhen, China Essen/Düsseldorf, Germany Tehran, Iran Bogota, Colombia Lima, Peru Bangkok, Thailand Johannesburg/East Rand, South Africa Chennai, India Taipei, Taiwan Baghdad, Iraq Santiago, Chile Bangalore, India Hyderabad, India St Petersburg, Russia Philadelphia, USA Lahore, Pakistan Kinshasa, Congo Miami, USA Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam Madrid, Spain Tianjin, China Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia Toronto, Canada Milan, Italy Shenyang, China Dallas/Fort Worth, USA Boston, USA Belo Horizonte, Brazil Khartoum, Sudan Riyadh, Saudi Arabia Singapore, Singapore Washington, USA Detroit, USA Barcelona, Spain Houston, USA Athens, Greece Berlin, Germany Sydney, Australia Atlanta, USA Guadalajara, Mexico San Francisco/Oakland , USA Montreal, Canada Monterey, Mexico Melbourne, Australia Ankara, Turkey Recife, Brazil Phoenix/Mesa, USA Durban South, Africa Porto Alegre, Brazil Dalian, China Jeddah, Saudi Arabia Seattle, USA Cape Town, South Africa San Diego, USA Fortaleza, Brazil Curitiba, Brazil Rome, Italy Naples Italy Minneapolis/St. Paul, USA Tel Aviv , Israel Birmingham, UK Frankfurt, Germany Lisbon, Portugal Manchester, UK San Juan, Puerto Rico Katowice, Poland Tashkent, Uzbekistan Fukuoka, Japan Baku/Sumqayit, Azerbaijan St. Louis, USA Baltimore, USA Sapporo, Japan Tampa/St. Petersburg, USA Taichung, Taiwan Warsaw, Poland Denver, USA Cologne/Bonn, Germany Hamburg, Germany Dubai, UAE Pretoria, South Africa Vancouver, Canada Beirut, Lebanon Budapest, Hungary Cleveland, USA Pittsburgh, USA Campinas, Brazil Harare, Zimbabwe Brasilia, Brazil Kuwait, Kuwait Munich Germany Portland, USA Brussels, Belgium Vienna, Austria San Jose, USA Damman, Saudi Arabia Copenhagen, Denmark Brisbane, Australia Riverside/San Bernardino, USA Cincinnati, USA Accra, Ghana

Please guys, reblog this out of love and respect.

**Also tagging my usual tags to raise more awareness**

[yvng-gxddess]

THIS NEEDS MORE AWARENESS! PLEASE I BEG YOU, REBLOG IT, SHARE IT ON SOCIAL MEDIA. THIS NEEDS TO BE HEARD, PLEASE THIS COULD SAVE SOMEONES LIFE!

[ovofeels]

stay safe y'all

[joygucci-deactivated20160123]

Rest in Peace to the nine victims of the Charleston Shooting.

[alexisjustbeknowin]

Rest in peace Sharonda Coleman-Singleton.

Rest in peace Reverend Clementa Pinckney.

Rest in peace Cynthia Hurd.

Rest in peace Tywanza Sanders.

Rest in peace Myra Thompson.

Rest in peace Ethel Lee Lance.

Rest in peace Daniel L. Simmons.

Rest in peace Reverend Depayne Middleton-Doctor.

Rest in peace Susie Jackson.

Prayers and condolences to our brothers and sisters and family in Charleston.

[rodpower78]

Normal is overrated.

Lena Adams Foster (via rodpower78)

[merdafatua]

Me: *messages a friend at 3am*

Friend: *responds soon after*

Me: What the fuck are you doing up go to sleep

[needmoarnura]

queereight n amildlookingsky on writing

[minagoroshi-archive-blog]

do u ever just look at certain urls on ur dash and think fondly, “my crew”

[natasianart]

In this Japanese print, a courtesan dreams of Mount Fuji, a falcon, and eggplants—all auspicious symbols for the New Year.

[mediumaevum]

Ohaguro is a custom of dyeing one’s teeth black. It was predominantly popular in Japan during the European Middle Ages.

Evidence of it have been found in VIII century graves, but also in written sources, such as the Tale of Genji.

image: Woodblock print by Kunisada I, ’Tooth blackening’, publisher Azumaya Daisuke, c. 1823

[nekorou-deactivated20220703]

White Serpent God

Harada Kurando was one of the leading vassals of the Lord of Tsugaru. He was a remarkable swordsman, and gave lessons in fencing. Next in seniority to Harada among the vassals was one Gundayu, who also taught fencing; but he was no match for the famous Harada, and consequently was somewhat jealous.

One day, to encourage the art of fencing amongst his vassals, the Daimio summoned all his people and ordered them to give an exhibition in his presence. After the younger vassals had performed, the Daimio gave an order that Harada Kurando and Hira Gundayu should have a match. To the winner, he said, he would present a gold image of the Goddess of Kwannon.

Both men fenced their best. There was great excitement. Gundayu had never done so well before; but Harada was too good. He won the match, receiving the gold image of Kwannon from the hands of the Daimio amid loud cheering.

Gundayu left the scene of the encounter, boiling over with jealousy and vowing vengeance. Four of his most faithful companions left with him, and said they would help him to waylay and assault Harada that very evening. Having arranged this cowardly plan, they proceeded to hide on the road which Harada must traverse on his return home.

For three hours they lay there with evil intentions. At last in the moonlight they saw Harada come staggering along, for, as was natural on such an occasion, he had, with friends, been indulging in sake freely.

Gundayu and his four companions sprang out at him, Gundayu shouting, ‘Now you will have to fight me to the death.’

Harada tried to draw his sword, but was slow, his head whirling. Gundayu did not wait, but cut him to the ground, killing him. The five villains then hunted through his clothes, found the golden image of Kwannon, and ran off, never again to appear on the domains of the Lord of Tsugaru.

When the body of Harada was found there was great grief.

Yonosuke, Harada’s son, a boy of sixteen, vowed to avenge his father’s death, and obtained from the Daimio special permission to kill Gundayu as and when he chose; the disappearance of Gundayu was sufficient evidence that he had been the murderer.

Yonosuke set out that day on his hunt for Gundayu. He wandered about the country for five long years without getting the slightest clue; but at the end of that time, by the guidance of Buddha, he located his enemy at Gifu, where he was acting as fencing-master to the feudal lord of that place.

Yonosuke found that it would be difficult to get at Gundayu in an ordinary way, for he hardly ever left the castle. He decided, therefore, to change his name to that of Ippai, and to apply for a place in Gundayu’s house as a chugen (a samurai’s private attendant).

In this Ippai (as we shall now call him) was particularly lucky, for, as Gundayu was in want of such an attendant, he got the place.

On the 24th of June a great celebration was held at the house of Gundayu, it being the fifth anniversary of his service to the clan. He put his stolen golden image of Kwannon on the tokonoma (the part of a Japanese room, raised five inches above the floor, where pictures and flowers are placed), and a dinner, with sake, was set before it. A dinner was given by Gundayu to his friends, all of whom drank so deeply that they fell asleep.

Next day the image of Kwannon had disappeared. It was not to be found. A few days later Ippai became ill, and, owing to poverty, was unable to buy proper medicine; he went from bad to worse. His fellow-servants were kind to him; but they could do nothing that improved his condition. Ippai did not seem to care; he lay in his bed and seemed almost pleased to be getting weaker and weaker. All he asked was that a branch of his favourite omoto (rhodea japonica) should be kept in a vase before his bed, so that he might see it continually; and this simple request was naturally complied with.

In the autumn Ippai passed quietly away and was buried. After the funeral, when the servants were cleaning out the room in which he had died, it was noticed with astonishment that a small white snake was curled round the vase containing the omoto. They tried to remove it; but it coiled itself tighter. At last they threw the vase into the pond, not caring to have such a thing about them.

To their astonishment, the water had no effect on the snake, which continued to cling to the vase. Feeling that there was something uncanny about the snake, they wanted to get it farther away. So they cast a net, brought the vase and snake to shore again, and threw them into a stream. Even that made but little difference, the snake slightly changing its position so as to keep the branch of omoto from falling out of the vase.

By this time there was consternation among the servants, and the news spread to the different houses within the castle gates. Some samurai came down to the stream to see, and found the white snake still firmly coiled about the vase and branch. One of the samurai drew his sword and made a slash at the snake, which let go and escaped; but the vase was broken, and, to the alarm of all, the image of the Kwannon fell out into the stream, together with a stamped permit from the Feudal Lord of Tsugaru to kill a certain man, whose name was left blank.

The samurai who had broken the vase and found the lost treasure seemed particularly pleased, and hastened to tell Gundayu the good news; but, instead of being pleased, that person showed signs of fear. He became deadly pale when he heard the story of the death of Ippai and of the extraordinary appearance of the mysterious white snake. He trembled. He realised that Ippai was no less a person than Yonosuke, son of Harada, whose appearance after the murder he had always feared.

True to the spirit of a samurai, however, Gundayu ‘pulled himself together,’ and professed great pleasure to the person who had brought the image of Kwannon. Moreover, to celebrate the occasion, he gave a great feast that evening. Curiously enough, the samurai who had broken the vase and recovered the image became suddenly ill, and was unable to attend.

After he had dismissed his guests, at about 10 P.M., Gundayu retired to his bed. In the middle of the night he awoke with what he took to be a terrible nightmare. There was a choking sensation at his throat; he squirmed and twisted; gurgling noises proceeded from his mouth to such an extent that he aroused his wife, who in terror struck a light. She saw a white snake coiled tightly round her husband’s throat; his face was purple, and his eyeballs stood out two inches from his face.

She called for help; but it was too late. As the young samurai came rushing in, their fencing-master was black in the face and dead.

Next day there was a close investigation. Messengers were despatched to the Lord of Tsugaru to inquire as to the history of the murdered Harada Kurando, father of Yonosuke, or ‘Ippai,’ and as to that of Gundayu, who had been in his employ for five years. Having ascertained the truth, the Lord of Gifu, moved by the zeal of Yonosuke in discharging his filial duties, returned the golden image of Kwannon to the bereaved family of Harada; and in commemoration he worshipped the dead snake at a shrine erected at the foot of Kodayama Mountain. The spirit is still known as Hakuja no Myojin, The White Serpent God.