Faren. This blog is full of random shit. Run while you still can.



air pollution and pollen is so bad today that I genuinely can’t breathe 

everyone in my life feels like either a huge disappointment or a huge source of stress today, which is making me feel angry and tired on top of all the coughing and wheezing

so basically imagining Kurogane as the warrior-priestess protector of Suwa is the only thing making me happy right now

*polishes her shiny headcanon*

priestess!Kurogane — would she develop the same chip on her shoulder? Or would she manifest it differently?

…. and now I’m picturing Kurogane-the-witch who has started looking into unspeakable rituals in her quest to gain more spiritual power. THANKS. darkmagic!girl!Kurogane wowwwww

Although if there was a Kurogane who could fix the wards then perhaps Suwa would not have been totally destroyed and perhaps she would have been expected to remain there and help rebuild it.  I could actually see her taking up swordsmanship after that, because she wants to be able to do anything it takes to protect her people.  And vowing to never marry out of grief and inability to contemplate having a family/home again.

I’m like, having A MOMENT over here, like WOWwwwwww.

So I’ve been thinking a lot for about a week about genderswap!Kurogane and Fai because of Olympics and Rule 63, and thinking about why so many of them come out poorly or just ridiculously OOC and like

I need a separate post for my thoughts on that.

The point of this post is me imagining Kurogane being born female in Suwa and what might have been different about her life if she had been raised in the traditional duties of womanhood in that time/place, and her being accepting of that role the same way canon!Kurogane was accepting of his role as a man, and I just got really giddy and happy.  Because she would be this gorgeous and protective and fierce child, OMGGGggggg.

Her mom mentoring her in all the things?  Kurogane taking it seriously because she’s totally her mother’s daughter and she loves it?

Kurogane growing up and being a fantastic cook and being really pleased and feeling proud of herself when her family likes the meal she made for them, because she’s taking care of her family.

Kurogane greeting her father at the door when he comes home from battle and yelling at him for getting hurt and dragging him inside and telling him to sit his ass down so she can treat his wounds because Mother is in bed and you wouldn’t want to wake Mother up at this hour, which would really irritate me the person holding the needle to stitch you with, would you Father?

Kurogane becoming a priestess.  Kurogane mastering every blessing and ritual and knowing everything to know, and while she’s not yet allowed to do it without supervision, she can raise some of the most powerful wards of protection they’ve ever seen.  Her mother’s wards falling, and Kurogane going out and standing right in front of a demon.  Looking it in the goddamn eye and screaming the spells of blessing right in its face.  Standing there with her skirts blowing in the wind and demon drool dripping onto her head, fists clenched, blessing the fuck out of Suwa until she can get the wards back up to keep any more from getting past her.  Stabbing that thing in its FACE once she’s sure the barriers are secure.

Kurogane as a bad-ass priestess with mad cooking skills and a penchant for stitching wounds without anesthetic because they deserve it for getting hurt in the first place.  You guys. I’m.



"Books are comprised of 26 letters"

Please tell me there’s a social justice blogger out there calling people with this mindset off. There has to be one. I need to trust in something and if I can’t trust in Tumblr making an mountain out of even the smallest issue ever then I don’t know what to do. 

*insert longwinded rant about americacentrism and how not all alphabets have 26 letters*

This actually makes me desperately want to write an entire book that never uses the letter “J”. Americentrism aside, I just want to smear my 25-letter book in their face because it’s a dumb thing to say.