#MOMO Kanzashi

[tanuki-kimono]

Amazing kitsunemen (fox mask) tsumami kanzashi (hairpin) by MOMO kanzashi (EU based shop <3). I love what Veronica did with the swirling red ties, it adds so much dimension to this piece!

[skyrimgamer17]

｡☆✼★━ Legacy X // Return of the Ocean Boys ━★✼☆｡

• After Joseph's aid with Michael against the Rose Corp, he returns back to his hometown only to discover he has been enlisted in a all female school of gifted students with special abilities. But to Joseph his powers have secrets. In this story Joseph along with his new friends and sister his family tree and his royal connects to the Kingdom they live in will draw in action from evil within the depths and in the surface. Here Joseph will uncover truths about his family history as well as his about the Kingdom of Minthal the kingdom of Oceans.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Class 1-A with reader who has Nobara Kugisaki's personality and powers.

-You were definitely an odd addition into UA, you had been accepted on recommendation for your quirk, being able to not only see but deal with curses.

-You were confident walking in, a smile on your lips, introducing yourself and many of your new classmates greeted you back warmly.

-One boy, with spiky blond hair just scoffed, sneering at you, “A country bumpkin? Someone like you can’t be a hero!” you ignored him, turning to another student, a girl who looked like a pink alien almost, “Did you hear something?”

-Everyone turned white in shock, looking between you and Bakugo, scared as he was quickly on his feet, his hands sparking, “Oi! Don’t you ignore me you damned-” Aizawa was quick to subdue the yelling boy, telling you to take your seat next to Momo, in the back and as you passed Bakugo, you smirked, looking down on him.

-The class had quickly, within a day, gotten used to most of your personality, you were polite when you wanted to be, but absolutely savage when you felt like you were being disrespected, mainly just to Bakugo.

-Mineta learned this lesson as well, but when you stepped on him, calling him trash beneath your feet, he and others, like Kaminari, were quickly blushing, finding your dominating personality rather attractive.

-Bakugo basically stayed away from you, not wanting to deal with you, mainly because he didn’t want to be threatened with detention again, and you were more cordial to him, at least addressing him politely, as long as he did the same.

-Your class was amazed with your quirk, being able to summon nails and hit them with your hammer, almost like a marksmen-type quirk, easily pinning others down as the nails would pin clothes leaving others unable to tear them.

-Many of the other students laughed when you told them that you used your abilities to exorcise curses, trying to tell you that curses weren’t real, which you glared at them for.

-They all believed you, including Mic and Aizawa, after a powerful curse attacked, trapping you and your class, along with two teachers inside, leaving All Might outside of the murky purple and black ball that seemed to ooze evil energy.

-You managed to hold the curse back, as the quirks of the others weren’t able to do anything and you glared as you got hit, protecting Ochaco from an attack, getting cursed, a black miasma covering your arm, spreading slowly upwards, which would kill you slowly from the inside out.

-You instantly smirked, not looking worried at all as you summoned a long nail, “Resonance!!” and you- HOLY SHIT YOU JUST STABBED THAT NAIL INTO YOUR OWN ARM?!?!?!!!!

-You didn’t look bothered, finding it amusing as the cursed being was instantly linked to you, and you would keep driving more and more nails into your arm to get him to break your curse.

-It only took a total of four nails for him to do that and he was weakened enough you threw another nail into his head, which looked like a rotting purple baby’s head, “Kanzashi~” and was instantly killed, the miasma falling away as the curse was exorcised.

-You turned to your class, sweating only slightly as the nails did hurt, to see all them staring at you with wide, scared eyes, seeing what you were willing to do to yourself as you smirked, a hand coming to your hip, “Told you they were real!”

-Nobody ever questioned you again and if others, like other students, were to say something along those lines that curses weren’t real, they were quick to defend you, even Bakugo, which did surprise you.

-This was definitely a good decision to come to UA- you had a lot of weird new friends, as well as lots of people who respected you and what you were able to do.

[missmyloko]

Kanzashi of The Month: March - Peach Blossoms

Three years ago I posted the final entry in this monthly series that I loved doing, and I thought at the time that I had covered all of the kanzashi that there were to cover. I even did a look at some of the unusual designs, but this one stands out and deserves a spot all of its own. As always, kanzashi are courtesy of Kazurasei.   

Image courtesy of Kazurasei. 

Momo No Hana (桃の花) - Peach Blossoms

Peach blossoms are the quintessential flower of March in that they’re the symbol of Girl’s Day and the Doll Festival (Hina Matsuri) that takes place on March 3rd. Peach blossoms are said to be delicate like a young woman in bloom and are the color of a blushing face. Even though peach blossoms rarely bloom exactly on March 3rd, they do bloom around the 3rd day of the 3rd lunar month, which is usually around the middle to the end of the month, so it all works out in the end. 

Peach blossoms are always a unique kanzashi choice, not just because they’re a bit more rare than their nanohana counterparts, but because of their craftsmanship. As you may have noticed, peach blossoms use a unique petal fold that almost makes them look inverted and they always have fuzzy centers. The leaves are also not made from the normal tsumami process, but are rather made from painted silk that is not folded.  

Image courtesy of Moekokome.

When it comes to maiko, peach blossoms can be worn by maiko of any seniority. Here we can see Toshimomo (とし桃) of Komaya (駒屋) (above) wearing peach kanzashi as a senior maiko. In this case though, Toshimomo seems to be wearing peach blossoms kanzashi since the kanji for “peach” is in her geimei!

[auxiliarydetective]

One Piece OC Outfit Inspo - Wano Country (Inari)

Now that I've done Luna, it's time for Inari. With Inari, her story is also a bit complicated. While Luna arrives on Wano with the Sanji Retrieval Team (aka the people that went to WCI - as if she'd let her boyfriend run away like that!), Inari arrives to Wano when the Big Mom Pirates make their first attempt. While the Queen Mama Chanter is knocked down the waterfall, Inari jumps off the ship and makes it onto a rock, unnoticed by King. She eventually finds her mother washed up on the beach, reunites with Chopper and Momo and meets Kiku and Tama. After hearing what happened in the Flower Capital from Tama, she decides to go there instead of accompanying Chopper's group to Udon Prison. She assures her friends that Big Mom - now "O-Lin" is harmless and, newly equipped with clothes to blend in, heads to the Flower Capital.

Outfit #1 - On the way to the Flower Capital

Look at the hairclips! Look at them! I know they're not really accurate, but this is exactly the kind of stuff Inari would wear. Cute and childish - and fox-related! Again, we have a simple bun with subtle kanzashi and a bright, red-and-white-themed kimono.

Outfit #2: At the bathhouse

Inari would then eventually stumble into Robin, Nami and Shinobu at the bathhouse by pure coincidence and so become caught up in the chaos there against her will. She'd be happy to be reunited with her friends, of course, but this is not the best reunion. She lets herself be saved by Sanji, though only reluctantly. Throughout the ensuing battles, she stays mostly hidden, not wanting to be recognized by the Beast Pirates since she knows about their feud with the Big Mom Pirates.

Very simple, just a yukata to wear after going to a bathhouse after all.

Outfit #3: The Raid on Onigashima

With the Big Mom Pirates now being in an alliance with the Beast Pirates, Inari doesn't need a disguise. She awaits the alliance at the gates of Onigashima and celebrates Jinbe officially joining the crew with them. Then, they all enter the castle. Inari is invited to the party to both represent the Big Mom Pirates with her mother and to play the shamisen.

Inari's kimono is cut short for optimal movement (for partying, of course) but still has long furisode-style sleeves - picture the kimono above with a short, flowy skirt - like a cosplay kimono dress. She wears her hair in two buns with hana kanzashi and carries a tsugaru shamisen in red, white and black, as well as two special battle fans gifted to her by Queen for playing in his band.

[seoafin]

fun korean thing that happened while i was watching jjk: when nobara shouted "Kanzashi!!!" before kicking momo's ass, my mom's head jerked up and went, "감자 씨?!?!?!" 😂

JEJDNDNDN 😭

Idk whether to laugh or be amazed you can watch anime in the same room as your mother LOL

[recurring-polynya]

🍻🍍 for renruki?

🍻 what would be a typical date night for them ?

Most of their “dates” are just excuses for spending time together, grabbing lunch together on a workday, or sparring or Rukia will come over and Renji will cook her dinner and they’ll work on their duty rosters.

They spend a lot of time hanging out and drinking with the other lieutenants a lot. 

When they want to be alone, in nice weather, they’ll find some outdoor spot to go drink. There’s a hill near the 13th Division training grounds that they are particularly fond of, and they also like to go down to the Red Hollow Gate overlook, because it has the best view of South Rukongai from the Seireitei. After they are married and have their own place they like to sit out on their roof. You don’t even need a babysitter.

Renji likes to be supportive of his friends’ hobbies, so they often go to Momo’s community theater shows, or Shuuhei’s open mics or Izuru’s poetry readings. Renji also likes wandering around the city, trying to find out-of-the-way shops and weird little hole-in-the-wall restaurants. Rukia is skeptical of this at first, but then gets even more into it than he is. The Seireitei is built as a maze, so it’s really common to discover a cool store and then never be able to find it again, and one of their favorite things is trying to find places that people give them really vague descriptions of.

There is a brief period where they are Officially Courting, and I think they go on a lot of high profile dates, like to the theater or the orchestra or fancy people parties. Renji doesn’t mind so much, but Rukia finds it tiresome. Their friends find it extremely charming when Renji will deadass compare the most famous actress in the Seireitei to Momo’s performance in some absolutely batshit one-act that Unohana wrote and directed.

🍍 which one surprises the other with more gifts ? what kind of gifts are most common ?

Renji for sure. He’s broke, so it’s usually little stuff, Chappy stickers or some candies or hair clips (she has so many gorgeous, expensive kanzashi and she’s terrified of breaking them all the time, and he gets her these little 50 kan sparkly plastic barrettes that she keeps in her desk). They were so poor in Inuzuri and there wasn’t anything worth buying anyway, that it is his great joy to buy her things that he things will brighten her day. He is definitely a flower guy, and he loves to dump absolutely enormous piles of camellias on her for special occasions (They’re for romantic love! The fact that they are the Squad 6 flower is incidental!)  Also, he cooks for her constantly. Even though she has an actual chef, he makes her shrimp crackers and dango and onigiri shaped like bunnies. He makes her special batches of spicy pickles that he can’t even eat, but he keeps them at his place, so she has to come over to eat him.

Rukia feels like she is bad at gifts and stresses over this a lot, so she relies on sure bets. If she passes a taiyaki stand on the way to see him, she will always stop in. She gets him sunglasses for most of his birthdays, which feels unoriginal to her, but he is delighted to have this season’s hottest model. Rukia pays close attention to the stuff he uses a lot-- his kitchen tools, the ink and brushes he prefers at work, sword maintenance supplies, and then tries to buy him nice, Kuchiki money versions and then doesn’t mention how much they cost. Rukia always feels a little bad, like she is just being practical, but he is really touched by the amount of thought she puts into the things that make his life better on a daily basis. He is really good at mentioning from time to time how much he likes the bristles on his new brush or how well his kitchen knives hold an edge.

[strawberrypiratenin]

Kanzashi (Ornamental Hair Pin)

Disclaimer: One piece owned by Oda. If I owned it, wouldn't really change a thing other than it would be updated faster and ASL bros will forever be protected. This is my take on Nami’s Onigashima raid attire from ch 975 in the manga, and my first ever fic.

This is also posted on my ff.net account by the same username if some people use that site :)

Word count: 3k+

Rating: T (for a tiny tiny coarse (?) language, but mostly K)

Genre: Romance, Friendship, Humor, Just pure fluff... i think.

Pairing: Zoro/ Nami

Note: Italicized words in ' ' are thoughts. The part where everything was italicized was a recollection of the past.

* * *

He extended his right hand once again. Tightening his grip on his new sword. That feeling of sucking his ryuuou is no more. The crows nest is also still intact, testament to his now control on this 'cursed' sword. As he moved to place his sword on its scabbard by his waist, he felt something shift in his haramaki. And stuck his hand in to take out the offending object.

'Oh.'

He thought, staring into the dainty object on his calloused hand.

* * * * *

A few days earlier…

"Momo was sent 20 years into the future… and stayed 8 years old. And that's why his younger sister is 26 now…" Zoro said recalling the perverted brat's face.

'That would mean that brat should technically be 28 by now!' He thought, his frown deepening as he remembered how that pervert snuggled into a certain navigator's chest.

He tried to shake off the disturbing thought of a fully grown man with his face on Nami's chest as he listened to rest of Hiyori's story.

* * *

Zoro tried to rest after his conversation with Hiyori, but can't seem to take off his good eye from the girl's head. Noting the bright color of her hair, he can't help but think of another troublesome girl with bright colored hair. How that hair was so short when he first met her, and how long it has gotten when the whole crew got back together after 2 years of being separated. He never seemed to remember if said girl ever adorned her hair with such trinkets as that on this girl's hair. Sure she would sometimes tie it up, or put in a 'pig tail' as they call it, but never with such decorations. Save for that time in Zou, with that beaded thing draped on her hair and shoulder… and that… dress. Noticing where his thoughts were dangerously heading, with his face almost scowling, he steeled himself to look at the blue haired girl's head once again, staring at the ornament placed on top of it.

"Beautiful." He thought. He was never one to be interested into such things. He's not that damned love cook after all. But for some reason his eye seem to fixate itself on that ornament. And no, it has nothing to do with how he imagined it adorning a certain orange head. At least that's what he kept telling himself.

"Eeeh!" His thoughts were broken by the sound of the older girl accompanying him and a tiny laugh from the younger one. Shifting his gaze to her face, he noted she was holding her palms to her cheeks in apparent shock, and… flattery?

'Wait. Did I say that out loud?' The swordsman frowned.

'No sense to keeping it to myself then', he sighed as he sat up.

"OI, where do you get those things?"

"Huh? I mean… pardon?" The girl said, obviously not expecting what he said and losing her 'lady like' manners for a moment.

"That thing. On your hair. That flowery thing? Where can I get one of those?"

The girl stared at him for a moment then brought her hand up to one of the ornaments on her hair. "You mean this kanzashi?"

He nodded. Not really bothering what it's called.

"Well I have a lot of these back at the flower capital, being an oiran and all. You can buy them there too, but they come at a price." She said, bringing up her index finger to her lips as though in thought. "Why? Are you interested in getting one Zorojuro?"

Zoro frowned, 'back at the flower capital? And with a price?' His frown deepening. 'So much for hoping to maybe get one.' With the witch always seeming to find ways to rack up his debt, he never seemed to have money on his person. 'Heh, see what you get for being money hungry, witch? Can't even give you something nice even if I wanted to.' He thought with an almost smirk then caught himself. 'Why the hell am I even bothering to get something for her anyway?' His almost smirk turning into an irritated frown as he scratched the back of his head.

The older girl observed as the swordsman changed facial expressions as if having a conversation with himself. "Zorojuro, if you want I can give you one. I have one still with me after all, they seem to put a lot on my head and had to remove some when I left. They tend to be uncomfortable after all when there's a lot." She said with a smile.

"Really? That would be great thanks!" He said eyeing her.

"Of course. It's the least I can do. You saved us after all." The older girl smiled, thinking it weird why a man would want a Kanzashi. 'Could other men be wearing this outside of Wano?' She thought. As far as her memory serves her, no men on the ship they were on back when she was very young had such thing on their heads. She even tried picturing a certain pineapple headed boy with a floral kanzashi on his head but quickly pushed the thought out as it looked really weird. 'Unless…' She laughed softly as she thought of the other reason why a man would want a beautiful ornament.

'That witch's luck never seem to run out after all huh?' He thought. Then he heard soft giggling from his two companions and grumpily tried to get back to taking a nap.

* * * * *

Back at the sunny, present day…

"Luffy you can't put that there! It's not gonna fit! I'm not going to tend to that after you ruin it over something so dumb." Nami scolded their ever so childish captain as she found him, along with Chopper and Usopp in front of the women's quarters. The boys were trying out the Samurai gear for their upcoming battle and Luffy was trying to put a helmet on top of his strawhat.

"Eh! But Nami! I need to look cool for battle too! I mean look at them!" He gestured to the other two Strawhats who were busy gushing over their attire with Chopper in a Samurai Helmet and Usopp in an armor and a forehead protector.

Nami sighed. "Well you have to choose just one! Either your hat or the helmet."

"Wha- No Nami! I have to wear my Hat!" The rubber boy said, as if what she said was just impossible.

Nami felt a vein popping on her temple. "Then don't wear the helmet! Why don't you just wear the armor? That way you will still look, uh, 'cool'."

"No way!" the stubborn captain said with a pout. "I won't be able to stretch freely with that!"

Nami sighed heavily, this boy won't drop this until he's satisfied he's wearing something 'cool'.

It was then that she remembered something. "Wait here." She ordered her captain as if ordering a child and went inside the women's quarters.

* * *

After a few minutes, she emerged from the room, relieved to find that Luffy actually stayed put instead of trying to find some kind of way to both wear his hat and the damn helmet. The other two boys with him have now run off to admire Franky who is also now, in a samurai helmet.

"Will this make you look cool?" She said as she handed him a black coat. She can't really remember when she got the garment but does recall thinking it looked fitting for a captain.

Luffy eyed the coat, seeming unconvinced that it would actually make him look cool. But as he grabbed and unfolded it, a grin slowly crept up his face. "Hey this looks like the one Shanks wore!" He said as he eagerly put the coat on. "Ooooh! You're right, this does look cool! Thanks Nami!"

Nami smiled back, glad to have pleased their stubborn Captain.

"Here, now you can have this! Shishishishi!" The boy excitedly pushed the samurai helmet and armor towards her.

"Ehh! I'm not gonna wear that! That would just cover my beautiful body!" The navigator protested as she hugged her curves. "And I won't be caught dead looking so ridiculous!" She barked at Luffy. But then a thought came to her… she does need to protect her 'beautiful' body after all, maybe it won't be so bad to try at least the armor? So she did.

"Oooh! Looks cool Nami!" Luffy effusively praised.

"You think so captain?" Nami smiled as she can't help but to be enthused as well. The armor doesn't look bad, it actually even hugged her figure. "Guess I'll wear it after all", she said smiling at her captain.

"Now the helmet!"

"Wha-?!" Nami's smile immediately dropped as she tried to fend off Luffy's hands as he tried to put the helmet on her head himself.

"No way am I going to wear that!" She screeched as her hand connected to her captain's head fast.

"No cool, Nami." Luffy pouted as he nursed the now enlarging bump on his head.

"You're all 'cool' now captain. Now go bother someone else!"

She sighed as she watched her captain run off laughing towards the rest of the Strawhats who were gushing over their new battle gear.

* * * * *

Inside the women's quarters, Nami adjusted the armor on her body as she inspected herself on the mirror. 'Now what to do with my hair? Keep it up maybe?' she thought.

Then there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." She shouted, not really paying mind to whoever was knocking as she started to gather her hair.

* * * 

On the other side of the door, a certain moss haired swordsman tried to maintain a straight face, not really sure what he's doing knocking on the women's quarters.

"Come in." He heard her say.

He sighed and went in, thinking what he's doing is not weird.

No, not weird at all for him. He tried to convince himself.

* * * 

"Hey."

"Hm?" Nami turned her gaze towards the door as the person she was least expecting to come over to the women's quarters walked in.

Zoro's gaze ran over the other occupant of the room. Noting the short…uh, kimono (?) dress and the armor on top of it. Can you really call something so short a Kimono? Never mind, he need not to boggle his mind over women's clothing anyway. Nothing new with her and seemingly shrunk clothes after all. Not like he disliked it but that's not saying he's obsessed with it like a certain perverted dartboard brow. It does looked good on her though, anything probably will. 'Wait what?' He caught himself with that thought. He shrugged the offensive thought and distracted himself with the armor instead, now that's new.

Nami watched as Zoro walked towards her. As he closed in on her, she decided to break the silence.

"What?"

He stood in front of her and frowned slightly with his gaze stuck on the navigator.

"Zo-" She was about to say, as she noted his gaze, the slight frown, and how he seemed to be in some kind of deep thought but was cut off by one of his hands suddenly being held towards her.

She looked at said hand then shifted her gaze toward his face. "Uhh… huh?"

Seemingly embarrassed, he looked away then opened the hand extended towards her.

Still confused, her gaze was back to his hand and was surprised to see a flowery ornament there. She paused, trying to grasp what's going on.

"Wha-?"

"Just take it." He said as his gaze shifted towards her face for a quick moment then away from her again as he tried to look annoyed.

'What's with him?' She thought as he observed him. This is the second time he cut her off in the few minutes he's been in the room. If this was any other situation, she would've nagged at him already, but... there is something different here, she felt.

"Uhm… okay?" She gently took the ornament from his hand all the while suspiciously eyeing him. He then immediately retracted his hand after.

Bringing the ornament closer to her face, she inspected it with interest with the fingers of her other hand. It's a hair ornament. She noted. A flower, with petals dangling below it. 'And it's pretty, no, it's beautiful. It looks expensive too. Wait, is Zoro… giving this to me?' Her cheeks seeming to heat up as she mulled on the idea.

She looked at him, a smile helplessly growing on her lips. "It's pretty! Where did you get it?"

Hearing her cheerful tone, his gaze was drawn back to her and was taken aback when he was greeted by a smile.

"Eh?" His previously 'annoyed' face softening. "Uh... some girl?" He replied.

"Some… girl?' Her eyes narrowing on him. "What girl?" Oh she's really curious now, not really sure why it mattered who this girl he got this ornament he's giving her from is.

"The girl with the blue hair, that pervert brat's sister." He answered coolly.

"Oh, that girl." She said in a soft voice. 'He got this from the most beautiful girl in Wano? Why? And… how?' The idea unknowingly consuming her thoughts as she tried to wrap her head around how Zoro ended up giving her such a beautiful hair ornament from the 'most beautiful girl' in the current country that they're in.

He can see as the gears on Nami's head start to be turning now and continued to observe her face as she seemed to be lost on her thoughts.

A good few seconds passed and he decided to end this slightly awkward moment. 'Look at me for once finally shutting up the ever so loud witch now', he snorted inwardly.

Then he sighed. "Just-"

She was broken from her trance as she looked up to meet his eye.

"Just thought it might look good on you." He declared, easily.

She stared at him for a while, noting his relaxed, earnest face. 'Did he just say?-'

Seeing the gears on her head turn again, he realized what he just admitted. Lone eye suddenly enlarging. If his left eye could, it probably would too.

Her mouth opened, about to speak, when he beat her to it.

"W- witch! I meant you might like it! The hell I care what looks good on you!" He said hurriedly, a little loudly, and almost choking. Then he gritted his teeth. 'Not that anything would look bad on her anyway' some invasive voice muttered in his mind, startling him. 'The heck was that?!' He thought, mentally kicking himself.

Amber eyes enlarged. Caught off guard. Boy was she caught off guard by that. She refocused her gaze on him, noticing the inner struggle he seem to be now in. Turning her gaze on the object on her hand, the very thing that brought this situation upon them, a smile once again began to blossom on the navigator's lips. 'It IS really pretty' she admitted to herself, with a slight blush powdering her cheeks and that smile she no longer can seem to fight off from reaching her eyes.

"Thank you, Zoro."

The swordsman halted his inner struggle and met her eyes. Now it's his turn to be caught off guard.

She's smiling. Not the mischievous trademark cat thief smile. But that smile. That smile he didn’t know until now he really liked seeing. That smile she has whenever they succeeded fighting off a great enemy. That smile she had when they all got back together on the Sunny after 2 years of being apart. That bright, genuine smile that sometimes makes you forget it's the same girl that can rob blind anyone she wanted or hit you in the head so hard that bumps would grow ON TOP of bumps. Not that he would have her other way, truthfully.

The swordsman's lips can't help but turn ever so slightly upwards. "Ah."

He can't tell how long they were smiling at each other like that. But he can't say he didn't like this moment of change from their usual banter. Not that he would really deny liking those too, at least to himself, but not to others. 

Unsure of what to say next, now satisfied with his 'mission', he turned to leave.

As he turned his back, the navigator brought up the ornament to admire it further. 'He really thought to give me this huh?' Their resident, lazy ass, always napping, can't find his way out of a box, swordsman. 'Turns out he's not just all, steel, muscle, and devilishly handsome face after all." Her face about to break into a grin once more. 'Wait. Handsome face?' She blinked. Her face now again starting to heat up. 'Wait no! This is Zoro we're talking about! Why am I suddenly like this?' She silently gasped, wide eyed, her other hand resting on her cheek while the other still grasped the hair ornament.

Zoro was about to push the door open when she suddenly spoke.

"But hey! Don't go thinking this means your debt will be reduced!"

He cringed, one hand resting on his swords, the other still plastered to the door knob. So much for thinking they actually had a nice moment there. He sighed, turning to look back at her, a scowl starting to form on his face.

"… s- so don't go injuring yourself or even getting yourself killed out there! Or I'll have to electrocute you back to life and drag you back from hell to make sure you can pay me back!" She blurted looking a bit flustered.

"Tsk." He said, bringing a finger to his ear. "Yeah yeah, not like you can drag me back from hell anyway. I'll be the one dragging you down there after all." His previous almost scowl now an amused- trying to look annoyed look.

Her hands are now on her hips as she puffed her cheek and stared at him.

… "So make sure you don't go down there on your own just yet, witch." He said staring directly into her eyes, now smirking. He then proceeded to turn and walk out the door and was about to close it behind him but not without hearing a sigh and the word "idiot".

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Once alone in the room, Nami looked at the ornament in her hand once again. 'Well that was… nice', she thought, a soft chuckle escaping her.

"Guess I won't be putting my hair up after all."

** End.**

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Bonus:

With her new hair ornament now fixed near her right temple, Nami headed out the women's quarters. Shutting the door on her back, she noticed the samurai helmet their captain previously tried to put on her head. 'See if I had that on, I won't be able to wear this.' She sighed with a smile as she tucked her hair on her right ear.

A sudden thought hit her then. 'What if…' She held out her climatact. 'He would be really helpful, might as well have him fit the theme'.

"Oh Zeus~"

"Woooh! The inside of your tact really is the best!" a delighted cloud exclaimed.

"Hmm, I wonder if it will work? Hey Zeus, I was thinking, how 'bout we replace that cap with this?" Nami suggested as she picked up the helmet on the ground.

"Huh?" The cloud said, curious but complying after remembering how her new 'master' can be when ticked off. "Okay I guess…", the cloud said as he lowered his position to allow the girl to put the helmet on his head.

"Oh, not bad after all!" The navigator commented, cheerily.

'Someone’s in a good mood.' The cloud thought looking at his new 'master' and smiling himself as he looked up at his new hat.

"Hey, the cloud is now looking cool too! Shishishishi." An amused laugh can now be heard from across the deck, followed by the cheer of a certain Tanuki, 'Almighty God Usopp' who once lead and entire army of samurais back in one of his adventures, and a 'superRR cool' robot samurai.

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There you go. My first ever fic. Wow the last time I actually wrote a story was maybe a little more than 10 years ago? I was but an awkward teen back then. Now I'm but an awkward adult.

Just had to headcanon this after chap. 975 came out. Was lying in bed at 1 am and just thought ‘hey what if?...’. So here I am, trying to be productive by putting my daydreams into writing.

Hope you like this. If not, then it's cool too. :)

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Anonymous asked: hi!! favorite japanese kimonos or yukatas?? thank you!

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Geisha Kimono by CosplaySimmer

Japanese Kimono by Arikasa

Japanese Hakama by Momo

Japanese Kimono (normal Sleeve) by Stuido K Creations

No Sin Mi Kimono by Yellowjealousy (mesh here!)

Japanese Kimono by MaySims

Japanese Yukata by Arikasa

All. Bangs | Kanzashi | Shoes

[koikishu]

Maiko Kanzashi: Mid Spring - March

Japanese Name: Momo no hana (桃の花) English Name: Peach Blossoms Status: Junior Maiko Visibility: Uncommon

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more little headcanons...

Kyoshi has a pet parrot, whom El named "Momo". El occasionally "petsits" the bird when he's out of town on business matters or can't otherwise look after it himself.

El's cat, Zelda, came from a litter of kittens that belonged to a stray cat that Kyoshi took in. Zelda and the mama cat were kept while the others were rehomed after weening.

El primarily grew up in Hida-Takayama after coming to earth, though she and Oritel did travel frequently still.

Kyoshi practices Shintoism.

For her shichi go san, Kyoshi gifted El an heirloom kanzashi that had been his mother's favorite.

[mm081916-blog]

Active in Korea

I didn't understand the situation, but the king said something.I was confused because I didn't know what language it was, but I saw a woman with a face similar to that of a Japanese.I thought I was going to take a chance, and when I spoke to him, he was able to speak Japanese.When I was told what the king was talking about, he seemed to praise me.He was treated as the person who stopped the plague.

In the town, the citizens appreciated and treated him well.She used the money she received as a gift from the king to buy dirty clothes and gave food and kanzashi to Momo, a woman who had helped her so far.

I've been in Korea for a long time.One day, an animal from another country came.When I was out in town to see it, I could see the animal.The animal touched it with Momo on a kangaroo.The moment I touched it, I was enveloped in the same light as before.

[missmyloko]

Dear Mylo, have you seen Kazurasei's new maiko kanzashi? It's so different from the rest! At first I thought it may be momo, but only 沈花丁is mentioned in the tags. Do you know what flower this is? Thank you!

Dear Mylo~ it's the Kazurasei kanzashi anon again. According to my research, the flower is a winter daphne! (沈丁花). I haven't seen it in your March kanzashi motifs though. Is it is an incredibly rare one? I honestly haven’t seen it before as a kanzashi, so it came as a bit of a surprise to see Kazurasei post it ^^

[manokamorin]

The first third of the year of over. I’m fully recovered from the Coronavirus.

The time went nicely with the 90 day journey, I survived the Easter without big feasts, reformed my workouts and tried out new type of exercises too. I was so happy when we went with the team together to a trip. My cat Momo turned into 10. My husband also started to work out daily and he increased the number of his meals… that’s why we bought a bigger freezer. A famous Hungarian ribbon artisan had an interview with me on her blog, because she was curious about my kanzashi crafts and my widespread connection with Japan. It was a big honor to me. In the last days I went to a trial workout with an InfraslimX machine and supposedly I burned ~1500 calories. I bought a monthly pass, 2 session per week… We will see what I can reach in May.

[baiika]

keikakudori​:

the road down into the depths of the earth was not one traversed easily. here were where feet had stepped before, descending to tatarus where the deepest pits of the abyss lay. here was a god enshrined within the stygian depths, the void a cavernous thing that resonated faintly with the sigh of breath, a sussurration without cease as if the very walls of the earth breathed in tandem with the drawing of air into lungs. here, into the dark, was where one must proceed to find he who laid in waiting. there was no river lethe laying in wait to wash the remembrances of life, no river acheron or cocytus, no phlegethon. there was but the dark, vast and oppressive and waiting to be filled. here was where the feet of the traveler must move, carrying forth until finding the one that was sought out. here was where one young soul had been given permission to enter, her trials and tribulations paid for twice over in hearts’ blood. here was where lamentation was left to dwell for those that were left within its darkness. Muken, it was named, and it was few who were allowed here. there was nothing but that endless darkness which laid in wait, through which petitioners must traverse to gain audience with those they sought. it was here that the greatest traitor unto the seireitei was entombed, the display of hubris having brought him low when all was said and done. no need was in place to sway the hearts of those that ruled here; it was allowance that permitted visitation, a claim many had but few sought to partake of. here he was left, arms outspread and legs and body bound to the pillars of stone, if stone it was; a hooded falcon, a deity unmade. here he remained, that traitor, his name reviled but not yet stricken from records. for it was with ignorance that the sins of the past could be revisited. still, however, the visitor was not one he expected. permission had been given to address him, face concealed and mouth bound, but there was a vague stirring of air as a presence familiar came to him in that darkness, though how still the air was. there was no chance of his hearing a footfall, no likelihood that he would be able to respond verbally. yet after another moment, that head shifted, bindings shifting to slide and unravel from around that head until they hung across his chest. an easy thing, that, exposing skin no less tanned despite how long he had been down here and an eye that still deep and rich as any brew of fresh coffee as his gaze lingered upon who had intruded upon this darkness. it was but a moment that he looked and observed —- a moment alone. the binding would return if he did not keep them from his face, but bound as he was, placed against those pillars as he was, the man posed no threat to the young woman that was left to take him in. when he spoke, his voice was soft and hoarse from disuse. but still that same warm baritone, still conveyed with a poise and surety that had been natural as breathing. yet – … thinned, somehow. a voice that bore something within its depths that was unable to be missed; a lack of vitality.

❝ … you’ve cut your hair. ❞ / @baiika

Momo learned what menthol was earlier that day. She was told it made tobacco taste better. She tried it earlier and didn’t like it as much as she liked regular tobacco. She didn’t like them at all; the paper dried her lips, they tore too easily, they burned her fingers when she snuffed them. She didn’t like how she looked with them. Her pipe really put her together.

She couldn’t take into Muken.

Not a week ago, she was delivered a mailpiece from Central 46 allowing her to see Sousuke once. Once only, and she didn’t read the four paragraphs following it because she didn’t care about whatever reasons and justifications they had.

Momo was stripped of her shoes, obijime, and kanzashi upon arrival. They let her keep her cigarettes because they liked her kimono and wanted to take her out for drinks.

He didn’t have anything going for him except bad breath so she said yes. Ideally, he was a serial killer and put her out of her misery.

Muken was a maw. A body with viscera. She was guided down a winding staircase. It was ancient, because the stones are worn into waves like the valleys between her vertabrae. The place was breathing. Swelling, shrinking, wet. Dark as an esophagus. She touched the walls and they came back wet. Blood flashed before her eyes and Momo told herself it was only mold.

The belly, then the bowels. Momo grew stones in her kidneys those days. He was the same as lumps of calcium in her guts. There were officers in juuniibantai happy to open her up and scrape them out. She hated them as much as she hated the stones. She hated them for keeping her alive.

He was unwrapped. Statuesque in the small light. She kissed those cheekbones, that jaw, years ago. He felt like a statue back then. He looked just as dead.

She was given a chair, so she crossed her legs and fixed her kimono.

“You liked it long,” Momo replied. She took a long drag and looked inside of herself. Someday, her lungs would be hollow flaps. Destroyed. She wished it would hurry up, because her feelings were too complicated.

“You liked a lot of things,” she said. “You liked fucking me, you liked lying to me, you-” wry laughter punctuated her rambling, ire inflating her lungs like smoke, “you liked trying to kill me.” She wondered if it gave him wood. She wondered if he thought about killing her every time they laid together, and finished that way.