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the updog ([personal profile] brushy) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2022-05-09 04:25 pm

the sun rises (ota)

Who: amaterasu & you! (and some closed prompts)
What: mostly the blooming of the guardian saplings in their designated locations; refer to the page! also a reminder to check ammy's info page regarding her appearance to your character, if you already haven't!
When: throughout may
Where: arouuuuuu--

Content Warnings: plant body horror + harm being done to an animal in one of the closed prompts, monster body horror for anyone who wants to tag with their monster dreams!

[ during the first few daylights of may, amaterasu is diligently at work; she trots almost nonstop left and right to visit the small, green little saplings that would become strong with the sun. it's always so cloudy in trench though, even if daylight is finally upon them after an entire month of darkness. on the morning of the eighth, there is something different about this sunrise; a distant wolf's howl accompanies its ascension as the rays shower trench in a way it possibly never has. it's warm, welcoming, and wishes a brilliant day to all of those who greet it (especially mothers— she's only now just found out about mother's day).



at the locations of the Mental Health and Recovery Clinic, Trenchwood Farm, The Sanctuary and Farther Shores, one may either see the phenomena happening or be drawn to the blooms already in full: the once hardworking greenlings have grown unreasonably fast into reaching trees, bark and all. they're missing something— until it happens. an unseen force encourages them to bloom, and in an instant, the cherry blossoms burst with life, with energy and a powerful, energetic kick into the polluted soil its roots bury in. it doesn't stretch far, but it helps, and it tries its best to maintain the soil and water around it clean and purified. those sensitive to the supernatural will feel a palpable lift in the pollution where these trees are situated, that they are of great origin, important, sacred. animals will naturally be drawn to them, and so will people. for their beauty, for their shelter, and of course, for their purity and bridge to being closer to nature. even those who are not supernaturally inclined will undoubtedly feel at peace under these gentle giants. what's not to feel peaceful about, viewing the cherry blossoms gently hovering in the breeze that greets you under the shady branches?

you might even be there to catch the sight of a white wolf admiring her handiwork. or, perhaps . . . that's not a wolf at all. a woman, a little rabbit, or even a snow-white horse (or, is that . . . a dragon?). it's hard to tell with this shapeshifting blanket she was given, and amaterasu has delighted herself in bringing it everywhere for its comfort (you can tell; it's already pretty dirty, but it's not as if she cares). ]

(ooc: just as a note, amaterasu can either come in her regular wolf-shape or a temporary form, either human, statue or one of the other brush gods! please let me know if you have a preference, to maintain or shapeshift (and the desired shape, if any)! if there is no preference, i will randomize! hmu at @liberos.plurk if you would like to plot further!)
likethelight: (779)

he is a true chaos gremlin

[personal profile] likethelight 2022-05-23 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ The corruption... the blood pollution, everything about this world that's soaked it in the nightmare that it is -- she planted them to help with that? It makes sense, the feeling that they had. He'd noticed it at the one on the shores even in mixed-up state he'd been from dying, noticed that it felt similar to the cleansing and kind feel of his own Innocence, but...

He blinks, his expression going a touch slack with both surprise and some gentle awe. ]


"Care for me"? [ He's smart enough to read context to figure she doesn't mean him as in just him. ] You mean all of us?

[ He hesitates, taking in her full form again. The radiance and the splendor; truly a spirit, and truly divine. ]

...Why? [ He's not being sassy in the slightest, not even doubting her a little. Being a genuine sort of person himself, he can recognize it very easily. With such gentle awe. But...

...why? ]
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[personal profile] likethelight 2022-05-23 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ...he never had one, you know. He has no idea what a mother is supposed to feel like; what it's like to be loved unconditionally and wholly like that. He can't remember his parents; he only knows they sold him to the circus as barely more than a toddler to be in the freak show because of his left arm. He's had two father-figures over the years, but... a father-figure is different, one of them being the furthest sort of thing from affectionate, and they both died as well.

There's been no natural and loving environment for him. Not ever, even when he finally felt like he might have found a home and group of people to belong to. So this, this...

It brings tears to his eyes that spill freely and he has no idea why that is. None at all, so briefly seeing that image of such a joyous, loving woman for a moment. Bright red lips and warm happy eyes, with hair even whiter than his with woven light. Is this what a mother feels like? Welcoming and loving. He has no idea, but this feeling...

There's a clatter from his chair as throws himself forward, off balance but not enough to topple. Thin but strong arms looping around her neck as he wordlessly hugs her to him, burying his face against the impossibly thick and soft fur of her mane. She might not be able to hug him, but he can hug her.

He's someone who very literally embodies love, you know. It's the entire basis of how his powers work in the slightest, reflecting them into strength. Hope, faith, and love; the Exorcist whose feelings ran the deepest of them all in the most turbulent but strongest connection with his Innocence, his fragment of "divinity"; his heart. Overflows with it and too many feelings sometimes, even if they all stem from the same root. Love, the terrible and the beautiful of it both, the sorrow and the joy of it... and belief.

I believe. That's the strongest feeling he has right now, that heart wrenching sort of love and hope that... something could actually be better. The strongest sort of feeling from him, some ex-Vatican soldier who turned his back on any notion of "god" despite supposedly being the left hand of one. Because they were cruel and unusual, punishing those who didn't deserve it for the slightest human failing, and no one he wanted to act in the name of. His own vows to the world -- to humanity -- were what mattered. But this time...

This time, burrowing his face against her neck and hoping she doesn't mind the tears that wet it slightly... he thinks maybe it's okay to believe. ]
Edited 2022-05-23 13:37 (UTC)