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Y'all check these out!Space pride flags!!
Here’s where I found them! https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10214106405746839&id=1013565765
Ahh, thank you so much for sharing my flags on tumblr, and with due credit too! Thank you!
The Little Purple Spark
I wrote this back in March 2015 when a partner of mine wanted me to tell a story to help them fall asleep. This is only an approximation of the story I told them off the top of my head that night.
Once upon a time there was a little purple spark. You could see it in the sky at night, shining just like a little star. Except, it wasn’t a star, it was a spark, and it lived between the Earth and the universe. To the spark, the earth looked like a single star far away. The Earth was a dot on one side of it, and the myriad galaxies were on the other side. In between, it was all alone.
Lonely and a little sad, the little purple spark longed for a friend. It saw that the Earth was alone too, and thinking it was another spark it set off in that direction. With no other sparks around, it must surely be lonely as well, it thought. They could play together and drink purple tea in the dark.
But as it got closer and the Earth got bigger it realised that it was not a spark at all, but a big planet. What’s more, it was filled with people. Shy and a little scared, the spark hid itself on the dark side of the moon and pondered the situation.
Now, everyone knows that there is a rabbit on the moon, and a man on the moon too. What people don’t know, but would if they stopped to think about it, is that this is the perfect environment for a moon cat to feel at home. It could chase the moon rabbit all day, and when it got tired it could go beg the moon man for some cat food. If it felt naughty, it could bite off a big bit of moon cheese and fall asleep. There was a moon cat, and it lived on the dark side of the moon. The reason the Earth was out here all alone, and all the stars and planets had moved to the other side of the universe, was that they could see the two bright, piercing eyes of the moon cat gaze out into the darkness, and they were terrified of whatever monster lived there.
The moon cat saw the spark and thought “Aha! A one-eyed cat has come to visit me! What luck, I will be having a friend at last.” And chased after the little purple spark.
The spark, seeing two bright lights heading towards it, thought that there were two sparks that lived here. But it was scared of crowds and it ran away. Around and around the dark side of the moon the cat chased the spark, until the cat had an idea.
“The one-eyed cat must be scared of my brilliant two-eyes, it must feel inferior.” And so it closed its left eye so only one was visible.
Thinking that now there was only one spark to meet, the little purple spark stopped running away and came face to face with the moon cat.
At first, both were disappointed, neither were what the other was looking for. But the moon cat taught the spark how to chase moon rabbits and the spark made them both purple tea, and in the end their friendship came to encompass the entire moon.
And deep in the universe, the stars and the planets moved even further away in fear, because now they saw not two, but three bright eyes gazing back at them. Such a frightful monster must live there, they thought, that it has grown a third and terrible eye.
Inspired by various tumblr posts.
Humans quickly get a reputation among the interplanetry alliance and the reputation is this: when going somewhere dangerous, take a human.
Humans are tough. Humans can last days without food. Humans heal so fast they pierce holes in themselves or inject ink for fun. Humans will walk for days on broken bones in order to make it to safety. Humans will literally cut off bits of themselves if trapped by a disaster.
You would be amazed what humans will do to survive. Or to ensure the survival of others they feel responsible for.
That’s the other thing. Humans pack-bond, and they spill their pack-bonding instincts everywhere. Sure it’s weird when they talk sympathetically to broken spaceships or try to pet every lifeform that scans as non-toxic. It’s even a little weird that just existing in the same place as them for long enough seems to make them care about you. But if you’re hurt, if you’re trapped, if you need someone to fetch help?
You really want a human.
“Looks like someone for you.”
Jon kicked Ginna’s boots, which were currently resting on the table, and she glanced over toward the door. A clump of knee-high aliens, plump and round and covered in golden fur, were lifting their little pink noses into the air - scenting the air in the bar.
Sashrans. Perfect.
Ginna quickly downed the last of her drink and dropped her feet to the floor. The Gentleman of Fortune was full to the gills of professional companions looking for work, she wouldn’t be the only one in here with a fondness for sashrans. She needed to work quickly if she wanted a chance at whatever job these ones were hiring for. The sound and vibration of her boots caught the attention of the group, and Ginna followed it quickly with a greeting in the quiet shushing sounds of their own language.
A universal translator would take care of most of the talking, but by knowing a little of their language Ginna proved she had worked with their kind before and cared enough to learn it. Caring was probably the most important skill a companion could cultivate.
It paid off. The group of sashrans centered quickly on her and darted over, still in their clump.
“I am human Ginna, companion for hire,” Ginna introduced, tapping the side of her visor to activate the display.
“Sala and Rini, with crew. Spice collectors,” the largest of the sashrans introduced, tapping at their own earbud. Their information began to stream onto Ginna’s display, while her own would be playing in their ear. She was proficient in everything from weapons to mechanics to medicine, xenobiology to politics, and of course survival in any kind of situation from atmosphere decompression in space to a tsunami on a planet. The more varied the knowledge they had the better a companion a human could make, and Ginna prided herself on being one of the best.
As for the sashrans, they’d found a jungle planet with a plant that was delicious to their senses. Cultivation efforts had failed thus far, so the price was high enough to support the risk of hunting for it on its home range. A six-month tour was on offer. It seemed they’d contracted with another professional companion a few times, a man named Drix, and Ginna quickly switched over to the guild’s internal records to see what he had to say of these sashrans and the planet they were harvesting from.
The sashrans themselves would be able to check what Ginna’s former employers had to say about her too.
Drix had enjoyed working with Sala and Rini’s crew, it dripped out of every line of his reports. He’d included good detail about life aboard their ship and the risks of the planet, that Ginna would have to look into closer later to be prepared.
All she needed to know at the moment was that they paid well, the risks were not unacceptably high, and that they treated their human companions well. It sounded like a job for her.
“Sala and Rini and crew, I would take this job,” Ginna told them.
The sashrans shushed and buzzed together, their tones sounding happy to Ginna’s relatively untrained ear, and she hoped she was reading them right. They were such beautiful little creatures, and she’d always enjoyed working for their kind before. They were close enough she could have reached out to touch them, pet their soft velvet fur, but she resisted. Touching them uninvited would be rude.
Finally they turned back to her. “Sala and Rini and crew will, with joy, contract to hire companion Ginna,” the lead one answered.
Contract negotiations went quickly enough, using the standard guild template and modifying it here or there as both parties preferred and agreed upon. Sashrans were easy to haggle with, not like the argumentative akskar. Soon enough Ginna had a contract and three days to prepare her effects for travel.
“It has been a pleasure,” Ginna told the sashrans. “I look forward to being your companion.”
She would have expected them to leave, then, go get their own things ready for launch. Instead the smallest one pushed forward - all wrapped in pale gold velvet fur and their sweet little pink forepaws resting on Ginna’s knee.
“Companion Ginna will now engage in petting for promotion of pack bonding?” they asked hopefully.
“Of course,” Ginna reached out toward the sashran, let them smell her palm, but it seemed this sashran wasn’t shy at all. They immediately pushed their head into her hand. There was nothing in the galaxy so soft as a sashran’s fur. Ginna dug her fingers in around the ruff of the sashran’s neck, gently scratching, and then smoothed the fur all the way down their back.
The sashran made a dreamy-soft pleasure sound, and Ginna mimicked it back. “Oh you sweetheart,” she murmured. Already she could feel that little melting tug in her heart, that protective urge that set some humans on the path to professional companionship.
Come hell or high water, Ginna was going to keep these sashrans safe.
Aw, yes. Look at the adorable scifi! I’m proud to have inspired it.
(I’m so glad you enjoyed it!)
Six months was just about right for a jungle planet tour with a group of sashrans. Ginna loved Sala and Rini and the crew to distraction, and there was still nothing in the galaxy softer than sashran fur, but she was ready to move on. Being regarded as furniture a lot of the time, once they were used to her presence, got tiring after a while. Sala and Rini weren’t looking for a permanent companion, and Ginna wasn’t looking for that either. She’d joined the guild because she wanted to see the universe and meet all the peoples in it, after all.
The spice expedition had been a great success. The sashrans’ hold was full to bursting of dried twigs and leaves, and Ginna had gotten a healthy bonus on top of her already generous pay. There’s only been the one incident with a large angry herbivore who decided the sashrans were infringing too close on its breeding grounds. Still, Ginna had thwacked it in the face with a dead branch and distracted it long enough for the sashrans to make their escape, and only gotten the one cracked rib for her trouble when it tried to run her down.
Ginna hugged and kissed each sashran on the crew one last time. “If you ever need me, don’t hesitate to call,” Ginna told them, wiping a stray tear. Sala and Rini and crew endured this human foible, and were off to sell their goods.
The Gentleman of Fortune was the same as ever, serving interesting foods and drinks from across the galaxy and full of professional companions between tours. Her friend Jon had shipped out with a hunting pack of akskar, but May was finally back from er three-year stint in a lintran colony and they had a lot of catching up to do.
It was great to be back among humans, it really was. Ginna sent some money home and laughed and drank and celebrated with people who had the same base template and urges she did. For about two weeks, it was great. Then Ginna got that itch again and started watching the door of the Gentleman of Fortune, scoping out her options.
Vivid jehes, stolid orhides, hovering mellisugans - none of them felt quite right, and Ginna didn’t approach any of them. Other companions gladly worked up contracts and left for exploration expeditions and disaster relief efforts and new colonies.
Then a big bull barbax pushed into the bar, weight resting on xir heavy knuckles and ducking far far down to fit but still scraping xir cracked and weathered shoulder-spikes on the frame. The barbax swung xir heavy head from side to side, small beady eyes - well protected under a heavy brow - sweeping the space.
Perfect.
Ginna jumped up to stand on top of her chair and screamed as loud as she possibly could. The barbax rocked back, then sprang forward toward her, slamming xir knuckles hard against the floor in pleased approval.
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Three days later Ginna was shipping out for a nine month tour with a crew of barbax miners. The desert planet they were headed for would be a nice change of pace from the muggy humidity of her last tour, and the barbax being so much bigger and heavier-armored than she was meant she didn’t have to worry about being a body guard on this trip. Much more relaxing.
Barbax liked shiny things, and already they’d bought Ginna a cute cropped jacket with imitation shoulder spikes to match them, and several bracelets and necklaces. It would have been rude not to wear them, and Ginna had to admit she looked good even if it wasn’t her usual style.
The bull barbax, Zab, absently grabbed Ginna by the waist and settled her on xir shoulder. Ginna easily settled in between the big spikes - they made good handholds as she was carried onward to the ship.
“Twisted xeno freak!” some human snarled after Ginna and the barbax crew. “You’re a traitor to human-kind. You make me sick!”
Gina laughed. “Jealous you lack the emotional capacity to cut it as a companion?” she mocked.
The xenophobe’s embarrassed and angry expression was the last thing Ginna saw of the station. Then the ship doors closed behind them, and she turned to face her next adventure with a smile.
Ginna returned to her home base at the Gentleman of Fortune absolutely glittering with platinum and rough citrine.
A fact - For all their strength, a barbax is not fast enough to evade a nest of sand snakes. For all their armor, a sand snake’s teeth can still pierce them.
A human companion, fueled by adrenaline, is more than fast enough to evade. But they might instead dive in between the panicking barbax and destroy the sand snakes attacking them.
Another fact - a sand snake’s venom is deadly to a barbax. Their blood coagulants are destroyed and they bleed out from even such a tiny wound. Their armored hide is too strong for the tourniquet that might save them. A human, bitten by a sand snake, gets off with a painful wound and some bruising.
Ginna tied her bandana around the bleeding wound on her thigh and got to work. Zeb and Gnar and Agi were bitten. The crew, their family, piled around them, drumming against their hides in mourning. They had two hours to live, according to the barbax medic.
Ginna delivered a cure in 30 minutes. Thirty minutes with the clock racing. Thirty minutes far too long, with death creeping up on her friends. She drew a liter of her own blood, repurposed a mining centrifuge to separate it, and filled three big syringes with plasma. Her red blood cells would be toxic, foreign to the barbaxes bodies. She could only hope her plasma was less so.
They might die of it; but they would die if she didn’t try.
Facts - the only place a barbax is tender enough to be injected by even the strongest medical needle is in the vein along their gumline.
- it takes five minutes for blood to circulate all the way through a barbax’s body.
- it takes another minute after that for a sand snake wound to clot, and the blood loss to cease.
The barbax crew trumpeted and pounded their knuckles against the floor with surprised joy. And only then, only when the slow bleeding had finally stopped, did Ginna sit down and cry with relief. She was shaky and dizzy from drawing so much blood, and badly bruised from getting jostled by the panicking barbaxes, and the wound on her own thigh was very painful now that she had nothing else to focus her mind away from it, but she’d done her companion’s duty and saved her friends.
She was fussed over, tended to and praised. She explained what she had done, and was given far more sweets and water than she could possibly consume to replenish herself when she explained that’s what she needed to recover.
Zeb and Gnar and Agi were sick for a week, with the aftereffects of the sand snake poison and purging their bodies of her alien plasma, but they lived. That was the important part.
It turned out that having given a part of herself into the barbax (nevermind that it was just plasma and their bodies purged it afterward) Ginna had done literally what was done symbolically for a barbax crew-bond. She was now crew-bond to the barbax she’d saved, and since Zeb was the senior bull and crew-bond to the entire crew, that meant she was too. She was family - married to the whole lot of them, in essence.
Ginna was not exactly sure how she was going to break that to her moms.
Thankfully the barbax had a laze faire concept of marriage. None of them thought it odd that Ginna planned to leave still at the end of her contract. They would have gladly kept her if she wanted to stay, but she didn’t.
They would have weighed her down with a quarter ton of jewelry, to be decorated the same as one of them, but thankfully Ginna talked them out of it. Her crew were miners by trade, but they were craftspeople by inclination, and they made her beautiful sets from the platinum they were mining that weren’t too heavy for her fragile human limbs. The style was armor-like and spiky and set with beautiful rough citrine that would have been discarded as mining waste otherwise.
Ginna wore it proudly. She spent one last evening drumming with the barbax crew, and then she was back among humans, back at the good old Gentleman of Fortune. Elizabeth was fresh back from the jungles of Shur with a lathan colony, and they had a lot of catching up to do.
Ginna was in no rush to head out again. She took some classes offered through the guild, brushing up on her knowledge base, and pondered her options carefully. She wanted something new, something different.
Late one evening - or maybe it was early morning by that point - a faint high note echoed through the Gentleman of Fortune. There was a collective intake of breath, an uncomfortable quiet, and Ginna looked to where everyone else was looking. A roughly human-sized shimmer was drifting deeper into the bar.
A tintillian. Ginna had never actually met one, she’d only ever heard of the telepathic aliens. They were not strictly corporeal in the same way most contacted species were.
The tintillian chimed again, hopeful, almost plaintive. And no one was answering.
Ginna was singing back the tintillian’s note before she really thought it through. It chimed again, a lower note thankfully or Ginna might not have been able to hit it, and Ginna again mimicked it. As Ginna held the note, it chimed a double note in harmony with her, and drifted closer.
The note Ginna was singing cut off, her heart in her throat, but the tintillian recoiled and drew back before it touched her. Began to drift away.
Metal. Right. They couldn’t abide concentrations of heavy metals and Ginna was encased in platinum. Ginna began ripping all her jewelry off, stacking it in a loose pile on the table. What had possessed her to wear so much of it?
“Help!” Ginna pleaded, turning her other ear toward Elizabeth as she struggled with the earrings. “Liz, please.”
Elizabeth laughed and relented, quick to help her out of all her platinum. Ginna took her boots off too, they had metal eyelets. And her pants had zippers, so they had to go. And her bra had an underwire, so Ginna wrestled that out through her sleeve and finally stepped toward the tintillian in just her shirt and boxers.
No one else was trying to approach the still-chiming tintillian. Telepathy was beyond what most of them were comfortable with. There would be no universal translator for this interaction, it would be direct. Mind to mind.
At least Ginna halfway stripping was far from the weirdest thing that had ever happened in the Gentleman of Fortune.
Ginna sang the note again, and the tintillian harmonized and moved back toward her. It changed as it got closer, until Ginna was almost looking at a mirror - a transparent shining woman. It lifted its hand, and Ginna echoed the motion. Her fingers were shaking, but Ginna cleared her mind and was full of only curiosity and affection when the tintillian merged hands with her. Like a point of golden light.
Suddenly, through it, Ginna was weightless, boundariless, her self wrapped around by the fear and curiosity of the others in the bar. Ginna laughed aloud, that joy echoed, rebounded, and strengthened as the tintillian drifted forward to merge completely.
Ginna’s affections were bare, all the connections she’d made with her contracts exposed, her trainings mulled over, her self weighed and judged and found adequate. The burning curiosity that had made her approach it pushed Ginna to delve into the tintillian in turn. It was all starlight and nebulas, ancient and brand new.
The job on offer was midway between exploration and rescue - a star nursery where an expedition of the tintillian’s mind-mates had disappeared. They had two months to map what they could, and recover the lost mind-mates if possible.
Ginna’s physical and psychological needs would be met, and the terms of her regular contract were seen as acceptable.
The merge faded, and the tintillian winkled out - off back to its vessel to prepare. Ginna dropped back into her own body and sagged into her chair.
“So?” she was asked, people crowding around. She didn’t need the tintillian to practically feel their burning curiosity.
“I got a two-month contract,” Ginna said.
She took a small seated bow for the cheers that echoed through the bar, and accepted the celebratory drinks that were passed her way.
First professional companion to contract with a tintillian. This was definitely going to be one for the history books.
[ THE END ]
I will write no more of these. Thank you! I’ve had a lot of fun in this ‘verse.
If you want to read about Elizabeth, please turn your eyes toward the very cool fill that Chrissy did utilizing the Gentleman of Fortune and companions guild concept. [link]
(if anyone else uses these headcanons please let me know I’d love to read it!)
*applauds*
That was a lovely exploration of the concept and the kind of niche humans could have. I’m very glad you wrote it!
@iztarshi @ts-porter This is amazing! Can we extend it to cats?
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Xo held the bag gingerly while he scraped the last of it into the bottom. Even with protection, it was a dangerous job. One splash of the acid-soaked litter would have disastrous consequences for his thin, membranous wings. He knew a guy at the pet shop who lost an antennae through careless litter disposal, and he wasn’t about to join them.
Xo was prepared.
He had imported a few pairs of human limb protectors. With a few adjustments, he was able to get them over all four frontal limbs. Made of heat-resistant, acid-resistant Earthen plant fibres, humans used these ‘oven gloves’ to grasp cooked food and pure metal at burning hot temperatures. They were a suitable defence against the acidic and corrosive substance humans and other Earth creatures exuded as part of their natural catabolic cycle.
It was tough, sometimes, being an exotic pet enthusiast.
Xo poured the bag of caustic waste into the chemical bin, and began to prepare breakfast for his new companion. For an alien with such pack-bonding tendencies, it was a mystery to Xo why humans were so fond of these amoral, emotionally unavailable carnivores that seemed to resent the very idea of companionship.
He opened the tin of tuna, a marine creature that grew as big as a human and served as the staple food for this particular type of feline. He paused, waiting for the sound to attract attention. Sure enough there was the thump of distant paws, getting closer.
“Here, k’itty k’itty.” It was hard to pronounce the traditional human cat-call to feast without the broad mammalian mandible and flexible mouth muscle, and instead it came out as a series of enunciated clicks.
“There you go Mittens, good k’itty.”
He had decided to copy the human concept of naming companion animals, but so far has not noticed any change in its demeanour or any indication that it recognised itself. Apart from this show of integrating the cat into the household with a traditional naming ceremony, Xo was not keen on getting too close. In his book, ‘Caring for your new cat: A complete handbook for the brave’, there was a whole section on the dangerous show of affection known as ‘kneading’. In some twisted display of endearment, a cat will sometimes repeatedly and mercilessly claw a human, often while emitting a low growling noise. Yet again Xo was astounded to think that humans thought these creatures actually loved them. He has therefore determined that this cat should never find a cause to like him. The book went on to explain that if a cat was really fond of its owner, it will bring them fresh corpses. Corpses! It was too much, and he was beginning to regret fostering the beast.
It could not be helped, however. Perhaps humans could put up with a patchy and interrupted sleep, but most of the inhabitants of Melluine were nocturnal. If interrupted out of their nighttime brumation, the fragile Mellians might damage their metabolism permanently, slipping into a comatose state. Add to that the method of waking up, a clawed paw to the face or the body of a hungry cat compressing a barely breathing chest and you had a recipe for disaster. As the only non-Mellian exotic pet enthusiast with a crepuscular body clock similar to a cat, Xo couldn’t exactly say no.
He watched the cat lick up the last of the tuna, and begin to wash its face. It’s fluffy stomach looked soft and unprotected, but he knew better than to touch it. It looked up at him with big, green eyes. He blinked his own big, green eyes. It mewed softly.
“Good k’itty.”
Damn, he might be falling for it.
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Hobonichi lucky notebook fortunes 2016 / 開運・手帳みくじ2016
Happy New Year!
Let’s start off 2016 with some good luck from Shigesato Itoi. Every New Year the Hobonichi website puts up a collection of 20 kanji which you can draw randomly to see what your auspicious kanji for the upcoming year will be.
I can’t promise I’ll get through all 20 today but I can make a start! I’ll update this post with more kanji as I do them but if yours isn’t on the list yet reblog and comment which one you want to see.
Step one: Go here and click on the red button marked “「手帳みくじ」をひいてみる”.
Step two: Use the following translations to find your kanji and enjoy your good luck!
手 – TE
Meaning: hand, arm (see the full meaning on Tangorin)
Your 2016 fortune is related to ‘hands’ and this is going to be the year of opportunity. You may come across lots of lovely handmade things, and you might eat a lot of delicious handmade food. Knitting, musical instruments, cooking and so on - you may even start a brand new hobby that uses your hands!
食 – SHOKU
Meaning: food, diet (see the full meaning on Tangorin)
Your 2016 keyword is, to put it bluntly, to do with ‘food’. You may get the opportunity to eat delicious things more than ever. Or, maybe you will come across something new in the field of cuisine?! Oh, if you find a delicious shop, please by all means write a memo about it in a notebook.
逢 – AU
Meaning: to meet, encounter (see the full meaning on Tangorin)
Your 2016 year is going to be full of a variety of ‘encounters’. You will have a lot of happy meetings. You may also be fortunate to encounter nice things as well as people. If you leave a record in a notebook of those happy meetings with people and things you can relive the happy times again later.
感 – KAN
Meaning: feeling, sensation (see the full meaning on Tangorin)
Your 2016 year is likely going to be one where your ‘sensitivity’ is very much increased. Encountering various things is likely to give yourself good incentive. It might be a chance to start something you’ve been worried about for a long time. This year is unique to you, so please enjoy it to the fullest.
柔 – JŪ
Meaning: gentle, soft (see the full meaning on Tangorin)
Your 2016 keyword is ‘soft’. By considering everything with an open mind (literally; a ‘soft head’), you yourself may move forward into new developments. Maybe soft desserts are your lucky item? Please enjoy every day gracefully.
育 – IKU
Meaning: education, growing up (see the full meaning on Tangorin)
Your 2016 may become a profound year for things you are involved in to ‘grow’. Not only will you yourself grow considerably, but projects, hobbies, plants, imagination… this year maybe anything you are involved in will grow. Once you have written down in a notebook how you feel whenever you have grown up, that notebook will also grow up with you.
縁 – EN
Meaning: fate, relationship (see full meaning on Tangorin)
Your 2016 is likely to be the year that you will be connected to your ‘destiny’. There will be encounters with new people, or you may soon reconnect with a previous relationship. Of course it isn’t limited to just people. There may also be encounters with nice objects and things. What kind of relationships will you have this year? It looks like you’ll have a fun year for sure.
祝 – SHUKU
Meaning: celebrate, holiday (see full meaning on Tangorin)
Your 2016 may have many ‘celebrations’ coming your way this year. Not just celebrating the people around you, but you might be in a position to celebrate yourself? By the way, the Hobonichi notebook’s motto is ‘Happy Nothing Special Day!’ Even if you never have any big celebrations, little happy events will accumulate.
決 – KETSU
Meaning: decide, determined (see full meaning on Tangorin)
The kanji which symbolises your 2016 year seems to be ‘determined’. Some big decision may make this the year that you are given the chance to move forward. Otherwise long awaited things might finally come about. Please keep a record in a notebook of important moments. When you look back on them later, you will definitely have happy feelings.
開 – KAI
Meaning: open, unfold (see full meaning on Tangorin)
Your keyword for the year 2016 seems to be ‘open’. Explore a new genre of work and hobbies that up until now you never imagined, and maybe you will meet other people who open their hearts with all their strength? If you have a nice encounter, please open a notebook and write it down.
踊 – ODORU
Meaning: dance (see full meaning on Tangorin)
Your 2016 is likely to be a ‘dancing’ year. Such a happy activity that will bring a lot of fun this year, isn’t it? Sometimes when emotions are swaying back and forth, skipping and jumping, please try to express these feelings with the whole body. It might be a good time to try and start dancing!
集 – SHU
Meaning: gather, collect (see full meaning on Tangorin)
Your 2016 keyword is ‘gathering’. In new encounters and in any type of meeting you may reveal a positive outlook. Your own existence will gather people around you. Or, there is a possibility that you might start a hobby collecting something new. By the way, when you collect something, it is useful to organise it beforehand by writing in a notebook.
Here ya go!
動 – DOU
Meaning: motion, change (see full meaning on Tangorin)
Your keyword for 2016 is ‘motion’. You will not be limited to the place you are now, it looks like you will move on to the next place. This will also be the ideal year to have a connection to pets and exercise. If you are the kind of person who wants to go on a diet, now might be the perfect chance?
:)
Hobonichi lucky notebook fortunes 2016 / 開運・手帳みくじ2016
Happy New Year!
Let’s start off 2016 with some good luck from Shigesato Itoi. Every New Year the Hobonichi website puts up a collection of 20 kanji which you can draw randomly to see what your auspicious kanji for the upcoming year will be.
I can’t promise I’ll get through all 20 today but I can make a start! I’ll update this post with more kanji as I do them but if yours isn’t on the list yet reblog and comment which one you want to see.
Update: 19 out of 20 done! The final kanji (wataru) just goes to a 404 page.
Step one: Go here and click on the red button marked “「手帳みくじ」をひいてみる”.
Step two: Use the following translations to find your kanji and enjoy your good luck! If you look in the URL of your kanji page, you will see the name of your kanji before the .html ending, (eg, ...ometecho/mikuji/raku.html) it might be easier to use this to find your kanji on the list.
手 – TE
Meaning: hand, arm (see the full meaning on Tangorin)
Your 2016 fortune is related to ‘hands’ and this is going to be the year of opportunity. You may come across lots of lovely handmade things, and you might eat a lot of delicious handmade food. Knitting, musical instruments, cooking and so on - you may even start a brand new hobby that uses your hands!
食 – SHOKU
Meaning: food, diet (see the full meaning on Tangorin)
Your 2016 keyword is, to put it bluntly, to do with ‘food’. You may get the opportunity to eat delicious things more than ever. Or, maybe you will come across something new in the field of cuisine?! Oh, if you find a delicious shop, please by all means write a memo about it in a notebook.
逢 – AU
Meaning: to meet, encounter (see the full meaning on Tangorin)
Your 2016 year is going to be full of a variety of ‘encounters’. You will have a lot of happy meetings. You may also be fortunate to encounter nice things as well as people. If you leave a record in a notebook of those happy meetings with people and things you can relive the happy times again later.
感 – KAN
Meaning: feeling, sensation (see the full meaning on Tangorin)
Your 2016 year is likely going to be one where your ‘sensitivity’ is very much increased. Encountering various things is likely to give yourself good incentive. It might be a chance to start something you’ve been worried about for a long time. This year is unique to you, so please enjoy it to the fullest.
柔 – JŪ
Meaning: gentle, soft (see the full meaning on Tangorin)
Your 2016 keyword is ‘soft’. By considering everything with an open mind (literally; a ‘soft head’), you yourself may move forward into new developments. Maybe soft desserts are your lucky item? Please enjoy every day gracefully.
育 – IKU
Meaning: education, growing up (see the full meaning on Tangorin)
Your 2016 may become a profound year for things you are involved in to ‘grow’. Not only will you yourself grow considerably, but projects, hobbies, plants, imagination… this year maybe anything you are involved in will grow. Once you have written down in a notebook how you feel whenever you have grown up, that notebook will also grow up with you.
縁 – EN
Meaning: fate, relationship (see full meaning on Tangorin)
Your 2016 is likely to be the year that you will be connected to your ‘destiny’. There will be encounters with new people, or you may soon reconnect with a previous relationship. Of course it isn’t limited to just people. There may also be encounters with nice objects and things. What kind of relationships will you have this year? It looks like you’ll have a fun year for sure.
祝 – SHUKU
Meaning: celebrate, holiday (see full meaning on Tangorin)
Your 2016 may have many ‘celebrations’ coming your way this year. Not just celebrating the people around you, but you might be in a position to celebrate yourself? By the way, the Hobonichi notebook’s motto is ‘Happy Nothing Special Day!’ Even if you never have any big celebrations, little happy events will accumulate.
決 – KETSU
Meaning: decide, determined (see full meaning on Tangorin)
The kanji which symbolises your 2016 year seems to be ‘determined’. Some big decision may make this the year that you are given the chance to move forward. Otherwise long awaited things might finally come about. Please keep a record in a notebook of important moments. When you look back on them later, you will definitely have happy feelings.
開 – KAI
Meaning: open, unfold (see full meaning on Tangorin)
Your keyword for the year 2016 seems to be ‘open’. Explore a new genre of work and hobbies that up until now you never imagined, and maybe you will meet other people who open their hearts with all their strength? If you have a nice encounter, please open a notebook and write it down.
踊 – ODORU
Meaning: dance (see full meaning on Tangorin)
Your 2016 is likely to be a ‘dancing’ year. Such a happy activity that will bring a lot of fun this year, isn’t it? Sometimes when emotions are swaying back and forth, skipping and jumping, please try to express these feelings with the whole body. It might be a good time to try and start dancing!
集 – SHU
Meaning: gather, collect (see full meaning on Tangorin)
Your 2016 keyword is ‘gathering’. In new encounters and in any type of meeting you may reveal a positive outlook. Your own existence will gather people around you. Or, there is a possibility that you might start a hobby collecting something new. By the way, when you collect something, it is useful to organise it beforehand by writing in a notebook.
動 – DOU
Meaning: motion, change (see full meaning on Tangorin)
Your keyword for 2016 is ‘motion’. You will not be limited to the place you are now, it looks like you will move on to the next place. This will also be the ideal year to have a connection to pets and exercise. If you are the kind of person who wants to go on a diet, now might be the perfect chance?
一 – ICHI
Meaning: one (see full meaning on Tangorin)
The original ‘one’. Your 2016 year might be the start of something good. There is only one option to take, and perhaps only you can find that one special something?! Please make a nice daily record in the Hobonichi, your one and only very special notebook.
見 – MIRU
Meaning: see, hope (see full meaning on Tangorin)
Your 2016 is likely to be a year with a strong connection to ‘viewing’. Maybe an encounter with an excellent film or theatre performance, or you might witness a particularly impressive scene in sports. Or perhaps you’ll make some new discovery! You will definitely find things, but please write it down in your notebook so that it is not forgotten.
深 – FUKAI
Meaning: deep, intense (see full meaning on Tangorin)
Your 2016 is likely to be the year you will go ‘deeper’. Work or study, even hobbies or lessons, anything that has taken you a long time to do, may become much more profound and more interesting. If you want to follow something very thoroughly, this year may be your chance? Also, your love towards something or someone may get deeper this year.
新 – SHIN
Meaning: new (see full meaning on Tangorin)
Your 2016 may be a year where you have the opportunity to connect with ‘new’ things. A new job, new environment, new people. Let these sort of new things and encounters lead to happiness for you. First of all why not try and write a resolution in a new notebook, seeing as its New Year?
球 – KYU
Meaning: ball, sphere (see full meaning on Tangorin)
The kanji that represents your 2016 year is ‘ball’. When there is just one ball, you can play various games. You can throw, roll, or you could pass it to everyone. Just like that you yourself should act freely, rolling through this year in steadily interesting directions. Or possibly out of a much loved sport you will find a great deal more to like!
楽 – RAKU
Meaning: music, comfort (see full meaning on Tangorin)
Your 2016 keyword is ‘easy’. As well as that, perhaps this coming year will be an extremely fun? Let’s push on more and more in really fun directions! Also because it is probably connected to music, you might even go see a great live performance.
