Hanyo

Private and Selective Naraku from Rumiko Takahashi's Inuyasha.

[onigumos]

hossuru.

“Were it not for this very human heart, Kikyo, you would once more be one with the earth...” 

Did she think to wound HIM with hurtful words? That there might be some grand victory held over the archfiend by virtue of an aching heart and a past life’s own mournful misgivings? Oh- had he so loose a grasp of his own identity it just might work. However HE was Naraku. Not that pathetic Onigumo. No matter how much his broken bandit’s heart plead with it’s new owner to love the priestess, the spider would fight it every step of the way with ice-cold hate.

He takes a slow step forward. The burgeoning, squirming stalks of fleshy appendages writhing under his own skin for release, for her blood.

“So you see I have yet another reason to despise humans. Their words, their hearts, what a pathetically feeble and saccharine lot you are! That a mere voice in the back of my head permits you to breath... Infuriating.” 

[onigumos]

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         “So the thread of fate bring us together once more. Fate. A word used by humans to explain chaotic happenstance, how pathetic… No, it is more than mere fate or destiny that we continuously meet like this, Kikyo.” He knows well why they meet time after time– beyond mere superstition it is the oldest and most unreliable weakness of humankind. 

The heart. The two of them are bound by it, the barbed love of a wretched bandit that has carried over across time and death. Onigumo is dead, yet inside of Naraku’s chest his heart still beats for her.

“Do you wish to know what it is? Come closer, Kikyo, and I shall tell you.”

[onigumos]

Miasma Mi-ass-ma noun

That stinky purple shit that naraku blows out when he’s anxious or threatened.

“Naraku’s foul-ass miasma has melted my legs!”

[onigumos]

“ coward. “ hehe

“Coward? I think you horribly mistaken…” Deadened skin slogs off in greyed layers– spare human parts cast aside so that the chitinous sheen of demonic extremities might sprout in their place. Crawling. Squirming. Naraku raises himself into the sky, his midsection now a towering pillar of stolen flesh.

“Are you not the one that is afraid, human?” 

[onigumos]

exfujin‌:

            IT WAS BOLD TO TRESPASS ON THIS LAND, he thought, staring down the baboon headed figure whose cloak was billowing in the gale across the rice paddy fields. Kaze hovered over his shoulder in attention, ready for the attack as Ren reached out over the expanse and said, 

❝ . The gaki have all but cleared from here. The bakeneko stay their path on the fringes of this protected land. Yet you do not.  ❞

Large, red tipped claws crossed over his broad chest as he waited for the oni’s response. The wind was picking up, blowing the high grasses of the fields to the west, making the water ripple where it laid. Did he not know of this place’s guardian … ?

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The figure, swaddled as it was in white pelts, remains crouched low to the ground. It waits, silently, for the figure to approach and speak-- the breeze doing little to disturb the spotless albino fur of it’s cloak. Finally, it’s head cocks to the side, and a voice emanates from the shade beneath hollowed beast’s maw.

“What reason have I? My journey to this spot has been a long one, and I seek only rest.” A chuckle, a human hand raised from out billowing white to gesture towards other. Already had the spider spun it’s web, now only the fly must find itself stuck. “What say you, guardian? Will you not sit and meet with me? You seem the tired sort.”

[onigumos]

HC.

[onigumos]

onigumos‌:

Shape Shifting and Body Stealing.

Possession for Naraku is akin to a spider devouring it’s meal. The innards are liquidized by concentrating his miasma into a venom, and then they are consumed as by him same as any other spider. Then, once all that’s left is a dry husk, Naraku can move to inhabit it. Contorting and fitting into the body as though it were a suit of armor. For as long as he inhabits someone’s body, they are designated as his MAIN form. 

Lord Kagewaki is a prime example of this, as his is the main form he assumes throughout the series.

While he CAN freely shape-shift without the need to eat anyone– he still requires this BASE FORM in order to do so. Something to build off of. In time these forms do wear and tear, they age and begin to fall apart the more they are damaged– forcing him to have to find a new body in time.

Any human being consumed by him is able to be perfectly replicated should he ever need to mimic their shape again, regardless of the body. Any example of his shape-shifting (Inuyasha/Kikyo) must be done by study to be a realistic copy. It takes more effort.

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[onigumos]

“ is it worth your life ? “

the song of achilles meme | Accepting

      “My life, priestess? No. Their’s, however...” MIASMA, thick and foul, pours from out of the fiend’s pelt-- blistering the village’s soil and ravaging it’s surrounding people. “I would happily offer up. Tell me, does such a vision of death fill you with hatred, priestess? Fear?” The figure makes no move, rather stands upright and still as more of the noxious fume bellowed out from his person.

“Come then, perhaps there is still time to purify me.”

[onigumos]

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                             𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋.

tired eyes.  coffee stains on the table.  listening to the bustle of the city.  unmade beds. loose ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains.  chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries.  black and white reruns.  huge sweaters.  the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.

                            𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city.  historical museums. bright eyes.  looking up at the clouds.  walls covered in artworks.  drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand.  painting for hours.  staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks.  messy braids.  going to bed with your kneesocks on.

                             𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄.

dark hair.  a little sophisticated.  always observing the world around you.  intricate designs.  high ceilings.  extravagant musical pieces.  dim lights.  colourless photographs.  fancy furniture.  pale skin.  hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks.  bitten nails.  candlelight dinners.  dark shades of lipstick.

                             𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug.  laced clothing.  modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks.  drinking tea in the morning.  wandering about in an empty building.  botanical gardens. old films.  ancient marble.sculptures.  expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed.  reading about mythology.

                             𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂.

compassion.  short writings on scraps of paper.  blushed cheeks.  a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night.  loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas.  faint music playing in the background.  staying under the covers until midday.  the night sky.  streetlights.  picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses.  scented candles.

[onigumos]

galacticdemon:

❝ Lost? Not particularly, ❞ she answers, glancing up towards the trees. There’s something menacing about the figure ( other than the mask ) that puts her on edge. ❝ And what happened to ‘em exactly? ❞ 

       “ They were devoured by a creature who lurks nearby. A frightening demon, by all accounts. ” As he gazed down, he noted features which beget that OF a demon. Long ears and odd style. Perhaps his next meal would not be one as disappointing as those he had spoken of. “ I would advise against further travel-- that is if you’re set on doing so alone.

I could accompany you. My name is Naraku, and I know these woods quite well. ”

[thejestersmelody]

Inuyasha: “ You and i may be nothing alike,but we are both half demons.That means in both of us there is a human heart and a demon heart, Naraku. But you have betrayed that!! We were both given the freedom to choose. To follow our human heart, or our demon heart and you chose to live as a demon ignoring all that was human in you. You chose to hurt others, and curse them with misery and suffering.” ♣

[onigumos]

Ganon is on my shitlist

[existential-celestial]

there is a holiness in this purging there is an art in destroying.

j. p. berame // excerpt from in memoriam (published in L'Éphémère Review)

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[onigumos]

dragmiire:

with naraku’s motion to uncurl his fingers, his guards thrust out their spears in preemptive defense of whatever he may hold. they were equally as quick to lower their weapons from the line of naraku’s throat with a wave of ganondorf’s hand, the king wordlessly sitting forward. the jewel shards glimmered with a power nigh upon tangible, and even if he bore eyes untrained, he knew he would still be able to recognize it. greed nearly overwhelmed, the idea of combining the strength of the shards with the triforce of power enough to almost make him reach out.

before his eyes could completely fog with his lust for power, he reined in, sitting proper and back against his throne. nothing came without a price.

‘ and what is it that you would ask for in turn? i cannot imagine these are gifts without strings attached. ‘

                   A spider’s web had already begun encircling the land of Hyrule, Naraku’s own distinct corruption embedding itself far and wide across the land. It was here, now, that he would attempt to appeal to the GREED in the demon king’s heart. Already he could see it in his eyes-- a smile forming unseen under the baboon’s snout.

What strings indeed would he attach to the demon king?

          “ Seeing the light of yonder kingdom extinguished is a reward in and of itself, my lord. The Princess and her champion represent, to me, the most offensive of paragons. By that alone I would see them CRUSHED. ” 

Free hand pulls back the costume’s hood-- raven hair spilling out over white fur as it’s freed. Naraku would wear the fair visage of Hitomi Kagewaki, a lord from his homeland. Such was a favored appearance for the Spider Hanyo.

“ Truly. I only ask that you remember my contribution once your battle is won. ”

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