The image on the screen corresponds to a real screen by Tarawai Sotatsu. I used a reproduction by Ogata Korin, a student of the same school. I also added a flame here arbitrarily, because I can't imagine what else this piece of furniture could be if not a lamp holder
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eyala but what if she swapped with the rgb trio (i've been obsessed with this idea for ages and Finally drew it)
i have SO many thoughts about this...but i think i will first let the doodles speak and then if anyone asks i can elaborate more on things. i will say for now: her name is Ella! and the rgb trio get their own special angel names when they swap :) audrey is eyare miriam is eyami and kiwi is eyati
Who else has noticed how Mizuchi’s eyes have become much more expressive than they used to be
You can really see her emotions in these panels. Before she was almost always a blank state.
In the second panel she was upset about Yato releasing her, yet her eyes were dark with no apparent emotion.
I noticed this change with her eyes after she spent time with Yukine. I think the first time she was drawn with pupils was when Yukine gave her food under that bridge. It truly shows how she’s developed from the little nefarious stray she was in the beginning ^_^
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Well, I did the thing. Couldn’t get it out of my head, so here’s the beginnings of a possible Adopted!Nora situation, featuring reluctant Dad!Take. Contains spoilers for Chapter 84. Enjoy...
Takemikazuchi was fed up with how slow the other gods seemed to be moving. Distasteful though it was, he determined he would have to take care of the corrupted hafuri himself, and he was on his way to the binbougami’s house when he saw her.
“E-Eyami?”
What a surprise to find her here. Was she alone? Where was the Crafter?
The girl he had named Eyami glanced up. Her eyes were bloodshot and exhausted. She was hunched over on the curb, looking small. All traces of the cunning and satisfaction that Takemikazuchi had previously seen on her face were gone. This was a broken child.
“What’s happened?” Takemikazuchi demanded. “Is the Crafter nearby?”
Eyami shook her head and then rested it against her knees. She muttered something. Takemikazuchi crouched down to hear her.
“What did you say?”
Eyami lifted her head and spoke angrily. “He’s gone! And Yukine too.”
“Gone? Which way?”
Eyami pointed.
Takemikazuchi frowned. “I think you had better explain to me exactly what happened. Quickly.”
To Takemikazuchi’s surprise, Eyami told him everything. Her orders from the Crafter, whom she called “Father;” her release from him; Yukine’s slow decline, of which Takemikazuchi already knew quite a bit; and, most troubling of all, Yukine’s recent departure into the sky to meet the Crafter. Eyami kept her voice flat, but Takemikazuchi was all too familiar with the manner in which children contain their emotions. Eyami’s hands were clenched tightly, her jaw was set, her eyes intently focused on an insignificant patch of concrete. When she was finally finished speaking, Takemikazuchi sighed wearily.
“I wasn’t planning to confront the Crafter today, but I see that I shall have to.” He stood and brushed off his hakama.
“No!” Eyami cried.
Takemikazuchi looked down in surprise. Eyami’s eyes were wide.
“Don’t hurt them. Either of them. Please!”
Takemikazuchi stared at the pitiful girl before him. Compassion and mercy were not traits associated with Takemikazuchi-sama, great and terrible god of war. But this child before him had no hope left, no one to trust, and for some reason had confided in him…
Damn it all.
Takemikazuchi grabbed Eyami’s hand and pulled her to her feet.
“Come on,” he said, and he transported them to Takama-ga-hara with a pop!
Takemikazuchi found himself facing several alarmed shinki just inside the gates of his estate. He tensed. What was he thinking, bringing Eyami back here? She knew the gods’ greatest secret. Pathetic or not, Eyami could destroy his entire clan with just a few words. Kiun rushed forward, looking from Eyami to Takemikazuchi in confusion.
“Uh, my lord, you—”
Takemikazuchi held up a hand and made his decision. “Not now, Kiun. Please have a suite prepared for Eyami. I want a bath drawn for her, a sleeping mat prepared, a full meal set, and—” he glanced down at her, “—some decent clothing.”
“Um!” protested Kiun.
“Now! And no one is to disturb us until I call.”
Takemikazuchi, still holding tightly to Eyami’s hand, marched around the outside of the main house to a secluded garden, where he sat Eyami on a bench. She looked up at him suspiciously.
“What are you planning?” she asked.
Takemikazuchi rubbed his forehead. “I… if you harm any of my shinki, if you say a word to them about you-know-what… I will kill you.”
Eyami stared at him for several long seconds. Then she said coolly, “If you slay Yukine, I will kill you—you and everyone you love.”
Takemikazuchi laughed. “So you have some spirit left after all! Fine. Several foolish gods seem to feel the same way, fortunately for you, so I’ll bring Yukine to them. They can attempt an ablution, although I doubt it will work.”
“And Father?” Eyami asked.
Takemikazuchi saw the glint of fear in her eyes. “I’m sure the heavens will want to question him, so, annoying as it is, I shall have to capture him alive. Are you satisfied with that?”
Eyami looked at the ground.
“In the meantime,” Takemikazuchi continued, “you will stay here, in the room my shinki are preparing, and you will not speak to anyone. I will instruct them not to go near you. I will come fetch you when I return.”
Eyami sighed and picked a leaf from the nearest rosebush. “Fine.”
She was starting to look like her old self. Takemikazuchi wasn’t sure if that was a good thing, but there was nothing to be done about it now. They sat in silence for a few minutes.
“Your room is probably ready by now. Remember what I said—if you say one word…”
Eyami nodded.
“Kiun!”
After a minute, Kiun came hurrying out of the main house and bowed. “Yes, my lord.”
“Are Eyami’s quarters ready?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Then take us there. Come along, Eyami.”
Takemikazuchi watched Eyami closely as they walked through the main house, but she didn’t say a word, nor did she even look around. They arrived at her room, which had been filled, as Takemikazuchi commanded, with a sleeping mat, several children’s outfits, and several tables full of food. Eyami stepped inside and looked around, seemingly in a daze.
“What else do you need?” Takemikazuchi asked. “My shinki will not bring you anything after I’ve left.”
“M-maybe… books?”
Takemikazuchi nodded. “Kiun, please fetch some books.”
Kiun walked off, looking bewildered.
“The clothes should fit you, but if not, I’ll have my shinki fetch others when I return.”
Eyami crossed her arms. “I’m fine with what I’m wearing.”
Takemikazuchi raised an eyebrow and eyed her attire. It looked like a too-short tattered robe adorned with some kind of… ears? Was this what modern humans wore? He would never understand fashion. “Suit yourself,” he said.
Eyami dropped onto the floor in front of one of the tables and stared at the assortment of food for a long time.
“Is the food not to your liking? I don’t know what else we have in the kitchen, but if nothing else I suppose I could bring something when I return, if you have any requ—”
“It’s fine,” interrupted Eyami. “I don’t usually eat food at all, so this is… fine.”
Takemikazuchi watched as Eyami carefully, almost tenderly picked up a pair of chopsticks. Shinki didn’t need to eat, he knew, but he had never heard of a shinki who didn’t. They still felt hunger, so although it wouldn’t kill them, to deprive a shinki of food…
“I’ll bring some sweets when I return,” he said.
Eyami looked up at him with a strange expression—awe?—and he blushed. What was he saying? He didn’t care about the feelings of this treacherous nora. Why was he concerning himself with her?
“...Maybe,” he added sternly.
Just then Kiun returned with an armful of ancient-looking books and a few scrolls.
“I didn’t know which books to bring, so I just selected the ones that you most preferred as a child, my lord—”
“Yes, yes, that’s fine,” said Takemikazuchi. “Set them down and let’s go.”
Kiun set the books on an empty table and Takemikazuchi dragged him out of the room, locking the door behind them.
“No one is to enter that room under any circumstances; is that clear?”
“Y-Yes, but why would you bring her back here? You yourself said she’s dangerous.”
Takemikazuchi sighed heavily. “That’s a mystery to me, as well. I should have released her weeks ago. But apparently the Crafter disposed of her. I found her crying alone near the Binbougami’s house…”
“Ahh,” said Kiun softly. “Well... perhaps it’s not so strange, after all.”
Takemikazuchi eyed Kiun suspiciously. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Kiun smiled. “Nothing, my lord. Shall I have dinner prepared for you?”
Takemikazuchi frowned. “No, I have some business to take care of in Nakatsukuni. I may return late.”
“Very well,” said Kiun, and he turned to leave.
“Wait!” Takemikazuchi called. “Where can I buy Takenoko No Sato?”
Kiun frowned. “In any convenience store. But why—”
