#Hannya White

[allthepresidentsmen]

South East Central Lewisham Showcase this Thursday, Vanishing Point in May!

On Thursday 23rd March it’s our chance to play South East Central Lewisham but it’s not our first SEC Lewisham - we went along last month to see singer-songwriter-synth musician Sansha share the Fox and Firkin stage (316 Lewisham High Street) with rockers HOTMOTEL and Dan Cross. Truly great night in a remarkable music venue! So few of these iconic pubs with stages remain available for live music. And what an interesting mix of acts!

‘What marks Neil March’s music out from that of other contemporary composers is the combination of his avant-garde tendencies and pop sensibilities‘ - Max Reinhardt, Late Junction, BBC Radio 3

As for us this week - it’s another Trust the Doc night for South East Central, so it’ll be another combination of acts - we’ll be sandwiched between two heavy rock bands, Everafter and Prymå!

South East Central is a monthly live event curated by promoter, composer, recording artist, performer (in his band Music of Sound), educator and broadcaster Trust the Doc, aka Neil March of Fresh on the Net and Trust The Doc Media. 

One final Vanishing Point gig at AMP Studios (Arch 4) on Thursday 4th May will feature us alongside Dragon Welding and Nick Haeffner

Neil has also curated the Vanishing Point series of shows at Amp Studios, Old Kent Road. Known as The Quiet Gig, VP was characterised by a mix of electronic, ambient and experimental music with acoustic artists. This series comes to a close on 4th May with one final gig as Amp moves away from live music in favour of corporate hire and weddings. We played VP almost exactly one year ago to the date with Hannya White, Negative Response and Billy Brown ... and we’re proud to be playing the goodbye date as well alongside Dragon Welding and Nick Haeffner.

[avrykua]

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[grimini]

[puffyrin]

Two tattoo designs I made recently ✨

[clairewritesjjkxreader]

Sukuna’s Wife and Yuuji’s Onee-chan (Sukuna x Reincarnated!Y/N) au headcanons

Other snippets of this au found here

When Sukuna awakened, he didn’t yearn for the scent of battle or the blood of the innocent. Before everything else, he felt your soul, and then he saw your face. Not an exact replica from the days gone by, but tiny pieces resonate here and there, beautiful in every way. 

Far from a romantic, Sukuna had little interest in the arts outside of cooking. 

Yet as he slaughtered the lowly thing that dared to lay eyes on you, the words of a dead emperor echoed in his mind:

Though a swift stream be

By a rock met and restrained

In impetuous flow,

Yet, divided, it speeds on,

And at last unites again.*

After a thousand years of fruitless searching, he has found his other half. The swift waters, long separated, have finally reunited.

However–

“Nee-chan, do something about this guy, he keeps talking crap about me when I’m trying to sleep!” 

“You’re the King of Curses? So lame, can’t even take over a teenager? Boring. I could take you down.”

He could handle the annoying pink-haired brat’s yapping, and he will take care of the polished turd that called itself “Gojo Satoru” in due time. Sukuna’s main problem was something far more depressing.

“Darling, please feed me too,” he requested from Itadori’s cheek.

You lifted a piece of bread but instead of offering it to Sukuna, you directed it to the brat’s mouth. 

“Beloved–” he would start, but you’d turn away with a harrumph. Then the white-haired turd would burst out laughing. 

“Sweetheart, if you won’t look here, I will make sure this brat won’t get a wink of sleep.” Your only reply was a chilly snarl.

Of course, any husband would be disheartened by the sight of his wife glaring, but Sukuna was a special case. 

He loved the attention. He’d rather you slap and hit him than ignore him. He preferred your warmth more, but this poisonous disdain of yours burned him in a deliciously different way.

He yearned for your gaze, no matter the cost.

It’s easy to look at Sukuna and think that he is a mega super sadist dom. Well, you’re wrong. He is a total wife-con. His greatest earthly treasure is you, so of course he will treat you with care. You’re the only one who will ever have him on his knees. You could snap him in half and he’d lick your toes in gratitude.

As stated above, he yearns for your attention, so he will do and say anything to have that. A millennium of loneliness has twisted his desires in the most grotesque way possible. He doesn’t want you to hate him so he can’t bring himself to kill the brat you cherish, but he will maim Yuuji just to hear your voice crack from screaming. 

He really wants a physical form. One he can freely move in, so he can court you properly, like he did way back when. If words cannot convince you, then maybe he can remind your body why you loved him so much in the past.

If you were miraculously able to return his affections, he’d be waaaay easier to manage. One word from you can stop his rampage. Even if you were deceiving him to control him, he wouldn’t mind so long as you stayed by his side.

[1] A poem by Sutoku-In. Lifted from: The English translation of Ogura Hyakunin Isshu from Hyakunin-Isshu (Single Songs of a Hundred Poets) and Nori no Hatsu-Ne (The Dominant Note of the Law) by Clay MacCauley Yokohama: Kelly and Walsh, Ltd., 1917. Source: https://jti.lib.virginia.edu/japanese/hyakunin/macauley.html. 

If you have any questions regarding this Sukuna and this version of Reader, feel free to ask cause I’m running out of stuff to say unprovoked.

@shadowywizardarcade @hannya-exists @nineooooo @lilachaeyo @pumpkindudeishere @jessbeinme15 @fluffy-koalala @cringeycookies @frogzxch @isimpfordanielpark @marvelsgirl4ever @sanzusmom @sheccidoscar @marvelsgirl4ever

A/N: My unhealthy obsession with yandere fluffy husband Sukuna is the epitome of #ICanFixHim. (Disclaimer: This should go without saying but in real life, don't ever stay with a guy believing you can fix him. You’ll end up dragging each other down.)

[b-brightlee]

The Hannya

dear person who posted about this idea with a mishmash of images I have drawn it for you but I forget who you are I’m sorry

Close up shots and sketches under the cut

AHHH praise be the hand gods I have survived another battle with drawing them

Started with a sketch, then lined it and colored it in black and white. Duplicated the black and white layer, applied a gradient map, and lowered its opacity to around 50%

Then I duplicated the black and white layer again, alpha locked it, and filled it in solid blue

Majima is sooo much fun to draw I loved this idea so much. I really hope it reaches the original person. I thought I saved their post but alas I didn’t 😔😔

[dawndelion-winery]

I Like You! (Not)

Alhaitham × GN! Reader

College au! Academic Rivals to Lovers!

[6] - Do You Like Me Yet

11 unread messages. 2 missed calls. And you're not even sure how many sticky notes plastered on your dorm door. Maybe it wasn't such an exaggeration to say you were avoiding Alhaitham.

Your words held no weight? Ridiculous. Just who did he think he was? Of course you weren't nervous or anything. As a matter of fact, you'd head right out to set the record straight with him right that very instant.

A white hot rush of determine driven adrenaline flooded your veins as you stormed up to Alhaitham's dorm, giving the door a sharp rap. You bore a stern look on your face, full of self assurance and certainty.

Only for all of that to dwindle to nothing the moment he answered the door.

"Are we done fighting yet?" He'd seem completely unbothered by your sudden reappearance had it not been for the slight raise of his eyebrows as he asked you, a mild concern simmering behind his eyes.

"Wh- No, we aren't! I came to set the record straight." You glared at him with what you assumed to be a fierce gaze.

"Will we be done fighting then?" He pressed. When you sighed and gave a small nod in assent, he smiled a tiny smile and ushered you in. Disregarding formalities, you showed yourself in, sitting on the couch. You heaved a sigh; you'd need all the oxygen you could get if you wanted to keep a clear head about him.

"I really didn't like you at first."

"You wouldn't be the first. So what about now?" Alhaitham looked at you expectantly as he sat opposite you.

"I'm thinking about it."

"Am I still your boyfriend while you think about it?"

You paused for a moment. Good point. It wasn't really fair to him still, was it?

"You don't have to be-"

"Can I though?"

"Well, yes, but that's-"

"How it's going to be. Right, is that all you came here for? Seems like a waste of a trip, so you might as well stay a while longer. Ah, but then it'd be close to evening, so you may as well stay for dinner as well."

Even as you opened your mouth to protest, Alhaitham had already gotten up, ruffling your hair and planting a kiss atop your head as he walked past to get to the kitchen. You turned in your seat to see what he was up to, only to be met with the domestic sight of him preparing drinks for the two of you.

You know, maybe he wasn't such a bad guy after all...

"You drink your coffee the way I make it, right?"

With a little bit of work, that is.

Taglist: @vernith @bubblegum-angelquartz @ayanokomu @hannya-writes @oh-allie @sane-genshin-fan @makimakimi

[fishhuo]

Deafblind pet AU part 2

Warning: Starvation, deafblind amputee human pet, pet whump, dehumanization

A little slower part than last time! Caretaker Saejima trying his best. Also I feel a little silly writing out "Majima-chan" each time, but I kinda like the dehumanized, cutesy pet feel to it.

Part 1

Some art for this AU

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Saejima woke up to something wet dragging across his face. He sputtered, reaching up to brush it off with a hand when he accidentally slapped something solid. He heard a yelp. 

His new pet crawled away to the other side of the mattress and fell off the edge, making a bony thump as he crashed down.

“Shit! I didn’t mean to—” Saejima hurried off the bed, still in the same clothes he entered with the day before. He scooped up Majima-chan in his arms and patted his head in apology. He got a small whine in response. No broken bones, that was good. 

It was easier to cope with… this if he treated Majima-chan like any other animal, like one of the stray cats he’d feed and give nice scratches to. 

After he filled the water dispenser yesterday, he coaxed Majima-chan out of his cage with a convenience store onigiri and fed it to him by hand. Then Saejima put his jacket on him for warmth and fell asleep in the former owner’s bed. The only real bed in the apartment, not tattered rags in a cage. He must’ve gotten up in the middle of the night and carried Majima-chan up with him. His jacket was also nowhere to be found. Majima-chan probably slipped out of it in the night.

The pet in question nuzzled deeper into the crook of Saejima’s neck, making audible sniffing noises at his scent. He’d been forgiven. He usually wouldn’t think he smelled like anything at all, but to Majima-chan, his smell was the world. He absentmindedly took one of Majima-chan’s stumps and rubbed it under his thumb. He rocked in place a little to sooth his pet.

How long had he been here? And why? How old was he? The bags under his eyes and his brittle hair aged him, but he didn’t look any older than his late 20’s. The deep reds and blacks of his tattoo were somewhat preserved over time, having no sunlight to wear away the ink. White snakes slithered around his shoulders and chest, and the hannya at his back remained a jarring contrast to his pathetic state. He wondered if the man chose the design himself at some point, or if his superior decided on it for him. Was he a former Tojo member? Whose family was he under? Who… did this to him? Saejima’s own tiger was contained to his back, rising above a rock and roaring with its whiskers splayed out. Lately, he hasn’t felt the same ferocity and loyalty it symbolized. Not in this situation.

Saejima brushed the hair out of Majima-chan’s relaxed face. Maybe they had even crossed paths at some point. But with the scars and Majima-chan’s limited expression, nothing came up. He was painfully docile, all the fight beaten out of him. Saejima couldn’t tell what he was thinking at all. He didn’t forget that he had to eventually transport him to his own residence. He had a week. It was a long taxi ride as well. 

He exhaled and tapped Majima-chan’s shoulder to let him know he was getting up. As soon as he started to put Majima-chan down, he whined and clumsily wrapped his residual arms around Saejima’s thick neck like a snake. 

“Hey now…” He sighed. Guess he’d be taking him with. Saejima stood up, arms full, and took Majima-chan to the main bathroom across from the owner’s bedroom. Not the one inside the pet room. This one was much cleaner. He might as well give the guy a bath while they’re here. Still holding him in his arms, he started filling the bath with hot water. 

“Ow!” Majima-chan bit him in the neck and chewed lightly. Saejima sighed. “Ya aren’t trying to eat me, are you?” He’ll feed him after this bath. He patted him on the back and slowly peeled him off, getting him into a good position where he can be carried into the bath. 

“Here we go…”

Majima-chan let out a grunt at the sudden warm water. He flailed his limbs and splashed some water out the side of the tub. 

“Hey, it’s not that bad. It’s just water…” Saejima trailed off. Majima-chan seemed to be trying to climb out now. “No, don’t—” 

He pushed Majima-chan back into the water where he landed on his bony rear, groaning in pain. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean…”

Saejima rubbed his back gently, holding his front with his other hand so he wouldn’t lean too much to either side. He lathered him up with soap and got to scrubbing, trying to finish up quickly. His hands swept over sharp curves and rough, scarred skin. There wasn’t much body hair on him, maybe a slight happy trail. Saejima tried not to linger on his privates too long, simply scrubbing his groins and lightly washing the dried blood off his rear end. Majima-chan squirmed and closed his thighs, letting out a whimper. Saejima got his message and withdrew his hands. 

“Let’s wash your hair now,” he murmured to himself. The tub had a generic bottle of shampoo to the side that was mostly full. He didn’t imagine it was used for Majima-chan’s long hair very often. He squeezed some onto his palm instead of scaring the man with sudden coldness on his head. He started lathering it in there, lightly scratching Majima-chan’s scalp and spreading shampoo across his head. Saejima heard a small moan. He was enjoying this. 

By the time he was done, Majima-chan didn’t want to leave the bath. He huddled in the lukewarm water, which was slowly getting colder. The air was cold, but Saejima couldn’t warm him up if he stayed there. 

“Come on…” He muttered, trying to lift him out. Majima-chan whapped him in the face with a wet stump. 

Eventually, Saejima was able to wrangle him out the tub and into a towel. “There we go,” he sighed. His shirt was wet down the front, and both his arms were dripping with bath water. 

He carried Majima-chan out into the living room where he stayed hunched over in his towel. He shifted to the side to lay on his hip instead of putting all his weight on his bony sit spot. Saejima had taken off his shirt to dry. Looking at Majima-chan, he pondered about what to feed him. Some fruit might do him good. 

He checked the fridge… nothing. Just some leftover takeout and sauces. He opened a container, only to immediately close it. The smell was rancid. He tossed it into the trash. He looked back over to his pet. He’d have to leave and get food.

[fairy-writes]

IM BACK!!! Here’s my second ask for your 900 followers!!

Could I get Douma x female reader with the dialogue prompt #17 please and thank you!!

Have free reign but FLUFFY!!!!!

ONE KISS LESS

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Demon Slayer

Pairing(s): Douma x Female!Demon!Reader

Prompt: “Will you let me fall in love with you?”

“Only if I can fall right back.”

“I’ll be sure to catch you when you do.” (Dialogue Prompt #17)

Notes: I have no clue if Douma is in character for this, but I’m trying anyway.

Some mild spoilers for Douma’s Blood Demon Art? But I don’t really go into detail, I only mention his weapon and what his ability does. 

I also stole the backstory of my kny character that I never published here (though I hadn’t figured out the pairing for that yet). 

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You were a peculiar character to Douma. Mostly because you never showed your face. 

You were a fellow demon, a low-level one. Though he learned it wasn’t because of any lack of talent on your part. On the contrary, you were quite powerful and had a myriad of clever and dirty tricks up your sleeve. You just never tried to get more power from Master Muzan. You were content to hide away in your little lair and eat whatever cocky demon slayer or regular human came by. 

The more he got to know you and your tricks, the more he decided he wanted you for his own.

So he started “conveniently” being in the area whenever you ventured out of your little house with pristine tatami mats and sliding doors. It wasn’t anything remarkable, just a small Japanese-style home with a koi pond just on the edge of the Engawa. 

He discovered you mostly left your house to get more food for your fish. A mask always hid your face and your scissors in the sleeve of your kimono in case anyone got handsy with you. 

Which he also discovered happened more often than he would like. But he very well couldn’t do anything about it unless he wanted you to catch him. And he didn’t want that. Not yet, at least. 

When you finally did manage to catch him in his games, you weren’t upset like he was expecting. You were curious. 

“What would Upper Moon Two want with someone like me?” You ask, voice muffled through the ceramic and paint of your okame mask. The rosy cheeks mocked him, and he yearned to just rip it off and look upon your features. But that would scare you off. And he didn’t want that. Despite loving the idea of fear coloring your eyes. 

He gets the chance to see your face when he watches you almost die. 

You were dodging a swipe from a young demon slayer’s sword glinting a light blue in the moonlight. Douma watched from the trees, rainbow eyes flicking this way and that as the two of you traded blows. The demon slayer—a young boy of seventeen or eighteen—had cuts littering his face from your scissor blades, and your kimono was soaked in your blood from already healed wounds. 

Your white hannya mask is almost blinding in the light of the silver moon. Douma knows it’s just a trick of the light under the stars. But it’s stunning regardless. 

He steps in when you’re pinned against a tree by the Nichirin sword through your shoulder. The demon slayer stands triumphantly before you as he draws a shorter sword from its sheath on his opposite hip. 

Just as the blade comes down to sever your head from your neck, Douma whips out one of his gold-plated fans and freezes the demon slayer with his Blood Demon Art. The ice coats the slayer from his head to his toes, and Douma can see the frostbite settling in from underneath the ice.

You stumble away from the tree, tearing the Nichirin blade from your shoulder where the wound was already healing. In the blast of his fan, the ice had torn the mask from your face and shattered it against the ground, exposing your features for the world to see.

Brutal scars slit your mouth from the corners of your lips to your ears. They’re jagged and puckered and colored a perpetual angry red as if you had just received them. But if he were to guess, you had received them long ago. Likely when you first became a demon by Akaza’s hand—a fact he learned long after you two became acquainted. 

You had first gotten your scars when your husband flew into a violent rage after learning you could not bear him children, claiming you had mothered a child with someone else and was refusing to give him an heir. 

You had killed him with a blow to the head. 

Soon after, Akaza had found you covered in the blood of your husband’s head wound.

Never before had Douma wanted to thank Akaza for anything. But now he wanted to thank him for letting him meet you. 

Your relationship was a carefully cultivated thing. One built on trust on your part and scheming on his. But nevertheless, you two grew closer than Douma had planned. Until one day…

“Will you let me fall in love with you?” You whisper, face close and nose brushing his own. If he moved at all, he would have kissed you. 

And so he did. 

Just lightly, gently, as if he wasn’t even there. You inhaled, surprised, but you didn’t pull away. You press closer, a hand coming up to touch his unblemished face. Your hand is soft, like a feather. And he loved it as much as a demon could. 

But Douma pulled away with a mischievous smile. 

“Only if I can fall right back.” He teased and delighted when you smiled. It was a bit twisted with your scars marring your face. It was beautiful nonetheless. 

“I’ll be sure to catch you when you do.” You breathe and lean in to kiss him again. 

He grins against your lips. A small smile that twisted his features. But you couldn’t tell. Not when you pulled away and hid your face in your hands in utter joy. 

Oh, the plans he had for you.

[house-of-neptune]

Noh Mask of Shiro Hannya (White Hannya)

EDO PERIOD (18TH-19TH CENTURY)

[bitternace]

lord of the night // mad dog

[ID: three digital drawings of Majima Goro, from the yakuza series. the backgrounds are grey and the coloring sketchy and faded with white and red detailing.

in the first majima is in his yakuza 0 lord of the night get up, with the coat open and the waist sash on. he is shown from the thigh up, wielding a simple metal tonfa. he leans back, legs in a slightly wide stance with the tails of his coat and ponytail flaring behind him. he frowns lightly, his visible arm covers his mouth.

in the second, he is shown from the hip up, the audience facing most of his back as he prepares the swing of a bat. he looks over his shoulder with a smile, his coat and hair flaring behind him.

the third is the same as the second, with the exception that he is without his coat, hannya tattoo on display. /End ID.]

[skysquid22]

Happy Sunday Six! @mike----wazowski @four-white-trees, @overdevelopedglasses! Current main WIP (besides the secret one...) is about how Shishido and Tsuruno met. Remember how the Coliseum fighters had that theme of 'legends' in the ring? Decided to have some fun with that concept and brought back The Hannya Man.

Walking out from the shadows of the gate was a muscular man, maybe about 195 centimeters tall or so. True to the title he stepped into the role of, his face was obscured by a Hannya mask, the top of which blended into the color of his short-cropped black hair. Unlike the clashing yellow mess of the survivor’s outfit—specifically fashioned to stand out in a crowd—the Hannya Man was in a tux that fit his body, hand in glove, key in lock. Slick and stylish. Kind of look Tsuruno would see at formal venues with Watase. Paired with the neat appearance was his wide, fight-ready stance and a sledgehammer slung across his broad shoulders. He looked quietly powerful, like a lioness stalking a meal.

[dee-the-red-witch]

"...she crouched there, just beyond the bonfire, wind and heat from the flame whipping her grief-shorn hair into a frenzy around a face gone white as porcelain. Freshly-sprouted horns and fangs gleamed in the firelight, but it was her eyes that burned the brigtest of all, twin embers of envy, jealousy, and hatred for what had been done to her. She twitched once as if to move towards the still-burning pyre, then turned and fled, running into the woods and the snow and the night."

The Hannya mask. Soon to be available on the website, though the prototype model here is also available right now for private sale. Dm to inquire.

[grimini]

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

Analyzing volume covers

Number 15 – Kawata twins

The first volume cover Wakui did that carries a lot of symbolism is the 15th – the Kawata twins’. It’s also the one with the most symbolism (alongside Wakasa & Benkei’s) - they have so much stuffs on their clothes.

To start with the obvious – where one wears white, the other wears black and vice versa ; there’s also the fact Angry’s clothes patterns are mostly red whereas Smiley’s are mostly blue. It contrasts with their hair color, of course, but also with each other’s image color (Smiley’s amber, Angry’s light blue). Red-blue, light blue-peach, and amber-(although it seems to be neon and not light)blue are complementary colors.

Angry has pine trees (longevity, perseverance), cherry blossoms (optimist, the fleeting nature of life and is a symbol of death and rebirth), the flowers are perhaps morning glories and daisies (i’m not sure about these, do correct me if you know better), and a crane (or more) which symbolize longevity in Japanese culture.

Smiley has chrysanthemums (imperial family) (or dahlias ?, in which case it would mean ‘(of) good taste’)), red spider lilies (death, never to meet again, departure, final farewell), what I assume is water (renewal, cleansing, the flow of life), and this which is a traditional Japanese pattern. I assume it’s fans (prosperity) (it doesn’t look like typical waves patterns).

And now, the most interesting part : the masks.

The ones with the horns are Hannya, masks commonly used in Noh theater, the ones looking humans are masks used in Noh theater to depict young women (in Noh theater, all actors wear masks and have to rely more on body language to express emotions).

Hannya are vengeful ghosts of jealous and resentful women.

I’ll take a risk and say the other masks are ‘Murasame’ and ‘Matsukaze’, which are two Noh play characters who are sisters as well (I didn’t find any other relevant information to link to the twins) . If that’s the case, then Angry (who probably has Murasame, the younger sister) has a Ko-omote and Smiley (who probably has Matsukaze, the older sister) has a Waka-onna. There are not much differences in the design of the mask.

Let’s look at the mask details now.

Smiley’s Waka-onna is the one with cracks, whereas Angry has cracks on his Hannya. Looks like an angel is a demon vs looks like a demon is an angel. Angry’s Ko-omote seems to be really smiling (notably with her eye) whereas Smiley’s Waka-onna actually seems still/to hold a neutral expression – but that could only be an angle matter. As for the Hannyas.. One thing about Noh theater is that the masks are made in a way they can convey more than one expression depending on which angle you look at ; the Hannya is known for having two main : frightening and angry or sorrowful and crying. Angry’s Hannya’s eye seems to be frowing more than Smiley’s (again, that could be an angle thing/not made on purpose), his mouth seems to grimace and not smile (unlike Smiley’s) AND. There’s a tear. (You can't convince me it's just a shadow thing. You can't. It's a tear and I know it.)

Also, like Wakasa & Benkei, the fact Angry’s mouth is almost always open showing his teeth, and Smiley is almost never since he’s always smiling, reminds me of the Kumainus (always in pair, ward off evil spirits, deities’ protectors, one has its mouth close while the other has its open)

[natty-batty]

Hellooo, starting this account with a wee study of a japanese hannya mask. Gimme a follow if this is a vibe you may see yourself enjoying and also if you like strictly black&white art (pencil, ink, digital), I crack out colours only once every blue moon, which I know is very demure, very modest, very cutesy🖤