#Suit or montsuki???

[tanuki-kimono]

Everyday wear for the warrior class - Nagakamishimo and Hankamishimo

(as worn by samurai of the Edo period - great charts by Nadeshico Rin). You can find more about samurai ranks and their regulated attires under the tag "samurai kimono".

The Nagakamishimo (here with noshime)

長上下 Nagakamishimo was worn by all upper ranked samurai.

肩衣 Kataginu - sleeveless overvest, with startched shoulders. It bore back and shoulder 紋 mon (family crests). It's said to be an evolution of 素襖 Suô attire with detached sleeves. Formal ones were also entirely covered with tiny dyed patterns, the 小紋 komon (clans tended to have their favourite ones, used by all their retainers).

長袴 Nagabakama - hakama pants with long trailing legs. Formal look required it to match the kataginu.

熨斗目 Noshime - kosode (=ancestor of the kimono) with stripes or lattice pattern at waist area. Note the mon family crest on the sleeves and back. Noshime was also worn under more formal sets, like the daimon, suô, hoi, etc.

小さ刀 Chîsagatana - small katana

The Hankamishimo

Also called 継上下 tsugi-gamishimo, 半上下 hankamishimo is the official everyday wear for all Edo period samurai.

Main difference with nagakamishimo are the shorter pants, far more suited to everyday life. Colors and fabrics were not especially regulated.

半袴 Hanbakama - ankle lenght pants, shorter than the more formal nagabakama. Today, it's simply called hakama.

脇差 Wakizashi - short sword worn by samurai​, depending on the era is part of the 大小 daishô (sword set with a katana and wakizashi)

紋付小袖 Montsuki-kosode - kosode (=ancestor of the kimono) adorned with family crest

[flashyfics]

Summary: Law awaits his first meeting with Luffy, and it goes differently than he expected. Hi, please read me.

I have never read One Piece, and I think I've watched like maybe(?) 10 episodes.

This is a poorly written birthday gift <3

Happy Birthday to my very best friend @chenziee After years of discussing Lawlu with you, here is a fic that is out of character and very inaccurate! (and yes I'm posting it here now to embarrass you even further.)

Read on AO3 above or click keep reading below.

This was it, the meeting of a lifetime. 

And Law Trafalgar didn’t know what to do with himself. 

He laid there, facing the peaceful blue sky with his hands tucked comfortably behind his head. The montsuki he wore was too tight across his chest, falling open instead and revealing the ink that decorated his light skin. He cursed himself for letting the Polar Bear (?????) take his measurements. The fabric, a deep onyx that was thin and breathable, was loose around the hips even with his belt; the damn thing was trying to fall off of him. Polar Bear convinced him to get an obnoxiously bright orange belt for it, insisting that it would pair nicely with the white trim. 

It did not. 

If anything, the belt screamed ‘look at my junk as it blows in the wind!’ 

With his left knee standing, he could feel a refreshing breeze as it made its way under his montsuki, cooling his hot skin as he let the sun shine down on him. 

Nothing made him feel more at peace than the fresh sea air. He sighed and took a deep breath, letting the air fill his lungs and his eyes closing. The morning sun was kind to him, only greeting him with a touch of warmth before another wave of salty air took over. 

Surely, he had time to rest before meeting this other crew. 

“Uh, Law?” 

His eyes flashed open, the sun setting in the distance, the sky which was a calming blue now stared down at him with deep purples and pinks as the stars made their appearance. 

Law sat up quickly, gritting his teeth as he prepared to chew out the Polar Bear for letting him sleep the entire day away–

But beside the bear, stood the man of his dreams. 

Monkey D. Luffy, the captain of the.. Uh Sunny Crew? Wait no, Straw Hat??

The captain's grin was almost contagious, his arms sticking out on either side of him as he announced his presence. 

“I’m Luffy!” the captain declared loudly and oddly out of character. “This Polar Bear was kind enough to lead me to you, it’s great to meet you!” 

Law couldn’t believe it. When he heard the stories of Monkey D. Luffy, Law imagined a man 240cm tall, built like an ox, and with a frown that would be contagious; not a damn smile.

A smile so charming he wanted to claim it for himself. 

Law stared up at him, his tongue tied and his emotions battling inside, uncertainty filling his mind as he considered the words to say. 

Their temporary alliance was a necessity. Law knew he couldn’t stand against his uncle, Flamingo(?) on his own. Try as he might, even he knew he wouldn’t be able to reach the man and strangle him with his own boa without an entire army defending him. Or was it marines? Uh.

Luffy titled his head at him, like an adorable little sea pup that doesn’t know what way was up. “Does he not talk?” Luffy asked with a sideways glance to the bear. 

“No, he does, he just uh..” The Polar Bear trailed off, wearing his own ridiculous orange suit which Law now realizes it matches the belt. 

Luffy crouched down, putting his hands on his knees and getting face to face with Law. He could feel his cheeks heat up and hoped that it wasn’t too noticeable. “Oh wow, you’re really handsome!” 

And the blush grew deeper.

How he wished he could run his hands through his soft dark hair, to rest his hands on either side of this man’s face and kiss him with all of the adoration he could muster. To trace his hands over the scar that crossed over his chest, like his own little treasure map that led straight to Luffy’s heart. A treasure that he wanted now more than anything. 

If anyone could hear his inner thoughts, they would think he lost his damn mind. 

“I like your robe, but it looks like it could slip off with a hard breeze!” He smiled again, making Law’s heart beat rapidly, his pulse practically vibrating within him. “It’s nice to meet you," he said again, inching closer.  

And it was nice to meet him too. Which was all Law had to say. Literally anything would be good to say.

He sat there, simply blinking with no reply, he finally said the first thing that he could manage. 

“I will worship you like a god.”  

“Huh?” 

Ah fuck. 

“Law- Trafalgar D. Water Law, that’s my name.” Smooth. 

Luffy sprang up, grabbing Law’s hands and pulling him up with him. “Like Trifle?! I love Trifles!” 

Law nodded, “Exactly, Trafalgar, like a Trifle.” 

“But, Law, that’s not even remotely close–” Polar Bear began, but clamped his mouth shut when Law shot him a deadly glare. 

Luffy took Law’s hand in his own, lacing their fingers together as they walked together and back to where their boats were docked. 

For the first time, in a long time, Law smiled and let himself indulge in everything that was Luffy. 

But no sex because they’re both Ace. 

The end. 

[actuallysaiyan]

IM SO EXCITED!!

Okay so Yamcha x male!saiyan!reader. For the prompt where everything kinda falls through and I want Yamcha to be the one that has to improvise pleaseee 💖💖💖

warnings: male reader, mentions of sparring/violence, kissing, Yamcha has to beg Bulma for help word count: 1.1k pairings: Yamcha x Male!Saiyan!Reader summary: Yamcha is desperately trying to give you a good first Valentine's Day as a couple, but it all falls through. with a little help from Bulma and the prince of Saiyans himself, Yamcha succeeds.

Yamcha is tearing his hair out. He can’t believe everything is falling through and it’s the first time in years that he actually has a date for Valentine’s day. Worse thing is, this is your first Valentine’s day since you weren’t from earth. You had the others explain it to you, and Yamcha had promised you such a romantic and sweet night to show you just how good the holiday could be.

He’s no slouch about it either, he gets right on it before you can even think too hard on it. A month ahead of time, he’s got the reservation at the fanciest restaurant. He’s called the florist for the biggest bouquet of roses. Even if you aren’t a woman nor are you a human, Yamcha is giddy with the idea of wooing through the usual human advances. He wants you to experience romance through the ways earthlings are accustomed to.

And yet, here he is, the day of Valentine’s and he’s fucking empty handed. Things are falling through left and right, and he’s got no time to make it right. The restaurant called to tell him that because of an incident that happened the night before they had to close the place for three whole days. And he’s not going to be able to make any kind of reservation today. Every place in town was going to be booked solid.

The florist was next, and this one made him sad. There had been a death in the family, so of course they weren’t going to be able to complete any of their orders today. He calls up a few other places, but they are all sold out. He’s literally this close to crying at this point. You were definitely going to think he was an idiot.

This leaves him little choice, so he heads over to Bulma’s. He’s practically on his hands and knees, begging her to help him. She’s rolling his eyes, but she lets him in and begins to make arrangements for him. All the while, the prince of all Saiyans is listening in. He thinks Yamcha is usually pathetic, but knowing that the man wants to do good by one of his own men, he knows he has to intervene and help out somehow.

He pulls Yamcha aside as Bulma makes calls and begins getting in touch with some of her connections.

“Listen to me,” Vegeta starts. “You’re trying to woo a Saiyan. Just challenge him to a battle.”

Yamcha laughs nervously, “Are you fucking crazy?”

“No! Well— that’s not the point! Just listen to me and do as I say. I’m an expert on all things Saiyan, after all.”

Yamcha takes Vegeta’s words to heart as he gets ready for his date with you. Bulma found a restaurant that would be willing to take you two on this last minute request. And she promised to keep the gravity room open so if you did want to have a fight, it would be somewhere a bit more concealed. She couldn’t do anything about the flowers, but she was able to convince one of her own private bakers to whip up a batch of homemade chocolates.

So with a box of homemade chocolates and his favorite suit on, Yamcha goes to where you’ve been staying with the Son family and he nervously knocks on the door. You look equally as nervous, unsure of how such a holiday would roll out. You smile when you see Yamcha all dressed up for you.

“You look good,” he says, noticing you’re wearing a montsuki that Yamcha is sure Chi-Chi had dressed you in.

You chuckle, “You think so? I don’t know about these earthling garments.”

Yamcha offers you his arm, and you two walk out towards his flying car. He closes the door behind you, hoping to seem like the sweet gentleman he is. Once inside the car, he offers you the box of chocolates. And as the Saiyan you are, you end up devouring all of them after the very first taste. It’s addictive and sweet, making you feel so bubbly inside.

The restaurant greets you both with amiable smiles and professionalism oozing off of them. You were really wowed by this, seeing as you haven’t been on Earth for so long. It was all new and exciting, and it really was warming your cold heart that Yamcha was able to show you all of this.

The wine flows as well as steak dinner after steak dinner. Yamcha is still so surprised to watch a Saiyan’s appetite in action. One would think that years of hanging out with Goku would have him used to this sort of thing, but he is in awe at how much you can eat. Thankfully, Bulma had managed to pull some strings for her friend and the bill was taken care of.

The last thing Yamcha had to offer you was a sparring session. This got your blood pumping, as you knew you’d be able to show him a good time this way. He drives you both back to Capsule Corp, and he leads you towards the Gravity Chamber. You had heard of it whenever Vegeta was talking about it, but now you get to witness it for yourself.

“After you,” Yamcha says, opening the door. He’s got some trauma from this place, but he is letting himself overcome this fear. It’s for you, after all.

You both enter and the door closes. Then Yamcha guides you towards the control panel. He explains how everything works, and the two of you decide on a gravity to start with. Nothing too crazy, as this was just meant to be a fun activity for you. 

Blow for blow, Yamcha is able to match you for the most part. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find you completely sexy. You’re in your element this way, your muscles rippling and your masculine energy is filling the chamber. He is thrown off guard when you kick him down, and he lands on the ground with a loud thump.

“Shit! Are you alright?” You make your way over to him, cradling him in your arms.

Yamcha laughs, “Can’t complain.”

You notice the flush on his cheeks. Your nose is beginning to pick up the scent of musky arousal. This makes your own cheeks burn. Was Yamcha really turned on by your display of power? Was he horny because you bested him in battle? You smirk at him, soothing back some hair from his face.

“Oh little human…” you coo softly before kissing him. “You are so adorable.”

Yamcha groans, “Don’t call me adorable!”

You quiet him with another kiss, your tail wrapping around him to pull him even closer to you. Suddenly, Yamcha’s mind is blank as you begin making out. Your tongue feels so soft against his own, and his cock is beginning to strain against the dress pants he decided to wear for this occasion.

“What’s wrong with being adorable?” You ask, a purring lilt to your voice.

“Mmmm I guess nothing if you’re going to keep kissing me.”

[marukrawler]

Maruren empress, would u give us some headcanons about them? They've become one of my fave ships

yayy another one joins the club!!! 🎉🎉🎉glad to have you 😙

first date on their first date, marucho and ren go fireflies viewing. ren once mentioned to marucho that fireflies were his favorite insects and in response, marucho researched the perfect time to observe them during their mating season. japan has many firefly viewing events/festivals during the early summer time called hotaru matsuri that celebrate the appearance of fireflies.

sleeping habits marucho is a night owl and ren is an early bird. early to bed and early to rise, ren likes to sit out in the rose garden and watch the rays of dawn wash over the city. marucho will join him sometimes when he has the energy to get out of bed as early as ren.

overwork marucho and ren often have to pull each other away from their work. ren typically forgets to eat so marucho will bring him food while they go over his project. marucho, on the other hand, tends to stay up late unless ren persuades him to go to bed. kato used to be the one to do that but ren has since taken over this task.

cuddling ren is the small spoon for the most part. marucho likes to hold him close and ren likes being held <3

affection in the same vein, marucho is the more affectionate of the two! whether it's words of affirmation or physical touch, marucho isn't afraid to show ren how much he loves him. as flustered as it makes ren, he also eats it up because of how starved for affection he is.

eyes marucho's eyes reminds ren of the clear blue skies that once only existed in his dreams.

purring when ren feels very comfortable and content, he'll purr, even in human form. he can't count the amount of times he's caught himself doing that while cuddling with marucho. he finds it very embarrassing but marucho thinks it's really cute.

wedding i didn't mention it here much but i imagine that ren and marucho have two wedding ceremonies: a small, intimate gathering on gundalia with ren and marucho's closest friends in attendance and a larger wedding on earth that can accommodate all of their friends and families.

i was thinking for the gundalian wedding that marucho wears a headdress with horns attached to symbolize his integration into gundalian culture. i also like to think that their wedding rings are adorned with gemstones that were found on gundalia but were cut, shaped, and refined on earth. similarly, for the wedding on earth, ren wears a traditional montsuki haori hakama with the marukura family crest to symbolize how he's part of their family now (though, they'll both change to suits later.) aaa, mixed culture weddings my beloved. very much inspired by this mixed culture benrook wedding post that is now gone but i found this image that described some of it.

cooking cooking as a fun bonding activity! they have date nights where they cook their meals themselves instead of marucho's staff having to do it. ren doesn't know how to cook, so they go through cookbooks with easy recipes and pick out the ones they'd like to make together. marucho also teaches ren how to make preyas' famous takoyaki.

camping they also like to spend time together by camping in the woods! ren has great wilderness skills and teaches marucho how to find clean water, catch fish, and forage for edible herbs, fruits and mushrooms. at night, they huddle close and sleep under the stars. marucho knows a ton of constellations and points to and fro as he animatedly explains each of their names and mythology to ren. (camping hc was inspired by ren's upbringing and marucho being absolutely terrible at surviving by himself in the woods.)

different taste preferences marucho has a sweet tooth but ren is more into spicy foods. (marucho liking sweets is inspired by ms.)

scent marking ren likes to nuzzle when he's spooning with marucho, especially when he's in his true form. this gesture not only shows his affection towards marucho, but also leaves subtle scent marks that only another gundalian can pick up on.

true form ren initially stays in his human disguise around marucho to put him at ease, but starts spending less and less time in that form after marucho assured him that he loved him no matter what he looked like.

[vampirevatican]

Obey Me Headcanons

part 1: Language and Race/Ethnicity

DISCLAIMER: keep in mind this is with the thought of them being humans, or mainly for fun nd adding more melanin and culture specifics to the cast

Lucifer

german white, no debating.

he knows every language and long dead languages

but don't you dare try to get him to understand slang

the second he uses it, it sounds weird coming from him and almost corporate

not that he doesn't know or understand the slang, it just doesn't suit him

Mammon

this is a black man. a light skinned black man.

not even talking on canon at this point, bc that's obvious

the confidence and amount of flirtation he exudes?? yeah this mfer knows he's pretty and therefore he's a light skin

because it's mammon, i think he knows languages from the richest countries or countries with the most casinos or game money related things?? (which could easily be all with how much he's been to the human world)

multilingual but ik this bastard doesn't practice and probably only knows how to get himself out of trouble, get around and flirt

Leviathan

who am i if i didn't say he knows english, japanese and korean

and obviously it's for the fandoms and content he enjoys

anyway he's blasian bc i make the rules, and there's enough stuff in canon to make me think this

either he's blasian or it's social/cultural osmosis from mammon, but he doesn't use aave wrong...

don't ask me how ik, you just had to be there

anyway if he was white he'd be pasty af, but bc of my blasian headcanon he's a bit tanned and yet not a lightskin

Satan

another given but he is multilingual, even knowing dead languages (overachiever/in the pursuit of knowledge)

white, but slavic

russian specifically

as badly as i wanna say he's pale? i can't bring myself to do that, so average

Asmodeus

white yes, but french

yes it's because the french language is associated with love why else

i wanna say he knows living languages bc i can see him meddling with humans quite often

this mfer started a war just to goof

skin tone?? a little bit of color to him, bc he's not a homebody

Beelzebub & Belphgor

Hispanic, specifically afro-latin

They know spanish, latin and english

Now do i like the concept of one of them being lighter toned? yes but not light skinned

these two don't have that energy so

beel is brown, belphie is dark

bonus points for vitiligo belphie (yes cowboy/bull things and demon transformation)

Diavolo

latin. hispanic... this one is a no brainer

ofc he speaks latin, spanish and english but mainly uses english bc he hears that it's the most used language

he is, technically, lightskin but it's not lightskin (derogatory)... do you understand??

he has a charm but it's not like he knows that for certain and is flaunting it the way mammon or asmo would

Barbatos

because of a name like this... id like for him to be black, but a dear friend raises the thought of him being asian

so yes another blasian or just asian, specifically from china

this suits him not only because he looks good in a montsuki (male kimono) but because of age

he is simply, one hell of a butler

if we're going with just asian, i wanna say not pasty skin tone but like... definitely fair

if blasian? then dark skin, i just think it'd go nice on him with his color palette

Simeon and Luke

A dark skinned mother and her black baby

Luke is a sassy but sweet child, i wanna say he's brown skinned or the same tone as simeon?

Simeon is a dark skinned, beautiful, man and you will never take that from me

Luke is learning other languages but he knows english, spanish and japanese

Simeon is multilingual, it only makes sense to me

Solomon

and... solomon is white

definitely learning dead languages at this point but please don't ask him to translate everything

he knows english easily bc it's his native tongue, specifically BRITISH/OLD ENGLISH

but anything else takes the gears in his mind to start churning so he can't just take something in mandarin and quickly translate it to english

he's pasty... again im biased so not as pasty as levi (if we go with white levi canon) but he's close

[medichamcham]

this is going to sound balls to the wall insane but i thought of gio and rose getting married (as the usual joke) and i ended up with the concept of a multicultural wedding!!! and i absolutely ADORE it... itd be so sweet to meld a traditional japanese + indian wedding together!! (would a shinto + hindu fusion wedding be more accurate??) if we're gonna talk ceremonies and rituals and food i will be talking for the next several centuries so ill try to keep it with the wardrobe aspect of things.

on giovanni's side, he would look sooooo gorgeous in a formal kimono!! specifically a kuro montsuki haori hakama made of super fancy silk... <3 <3

this is the most standard wedding kimono i've been seeing, its variations being nearly identical apart from colours/patterns. i think the classic, timeless feel suits giovanni perfectly!!

on top of that, i bet its super comfy to wear ;O; the loose, flowy material would give giovanni such a graceful, elegant look...

personally, i'd love to see a bolder iteration of the formal kimono to make it more memorable. i've been super inspired by this modern take !!

that pop of red on the haori and the pom pom would make for an unique but faithful nod to the original,,, i adore the detailed pattern of the hakama and the way it blends into the rest of the kimono...

and for rose he would look super SUPER pretty in a sherwani !! as opposed to giovanni's classy style of wear, i think rose loves to get out of his way to really stand out!!

perhaps he'd like to go for something uniform, but the fabric is super detailed with floral/abstract patterns, though not to the point where its too overwhelming. plus, i think the shawl that commonly goes with a sherwani is ESSENTIAL for rose's wedding look!!

this sherwani has the perfect harmony with gio's montsuki haori hakama, imo ... <3 <3 <3 perhaps rose's sherwani is made of silk or velvet?

a second choice that would work for him is an indo western dress!! since he's british indian i think he'd be inclined to wear something that is influenced by a typical european wedding suit hahaha. but i think it would still have that beautiful flair of the traditional sherwani as mentioned before!

definitely something i'd love to see him wearing <3 <3 he looks stunning in burgundy, and again, it meshes wonderfully with giovanni's kimono...

anyway yeah i really did waste an hour of my life researching and coming up with ideas. i cant believe this. LMAOOOOOOOOOO

[sporkberries]

i want to draw bbkaz wedding fanart bc i think it would be funny but im torn between bb in a dress and kaz in a suit or bb in his military formal wear and kaz in a montsuki

[naradivision]

Chibi Miraitabi (New Year’s Ver.)

—Happy Dragon Year guys ;)

Dragonflame —Kirara Magic

“Look, LOOK! There’re so many fireworks in the sky! Wowww, I can’t believe it —Is that a dragon shape!?”

“It’s because this year is now the year of the Dragon, brat. Hah, Chuohku is as extravagant as ever.”

“Anddd there are lots of foods over there! C’mon, let’s see what those ladies have got for this New Year’s party!! *runs off*”

“Hey, don’t run— *sighs* Damn. I’ve already lost sight of him…”

“You don’t need to worry that much, old man. Hi-chan can take care of himself.”

“So here you are. I’m just wondering where you’ve been going. I don’t need another lost child to add up my stress on my first day of the year.”

“Would you consider being polite for just a second, Saigo-san? I only went to greet Yumeno-sensei for a moment …And to give it some thought, this is quite unbelievable to know that Chuohku really hosts two parties in a row within just a week.”

“Good point. Nice to hear that it isn’t only me who thinks something was off. Chishio has been going for some investigation earlier but he hasn’t reported anything to me yet.”

“To be honest, if not because of the government’s demand invitation, I’d rather visit Todaiji in our division than join the party here…”

“Hmm? I think you’re a party person?”

“What? I like to enjoy the peaceful ambience of the temple too. Hearing the Joya no kane on new year marks a good start, you know?” 

“‘A good start’ huh. Oh look, who’s back.”

“Hey, guys.”

“Welcome back Hi-chan! You look kinda displeased, does something happen?”

“Listen, Chuohku obviously has no taste!”

“??”

“I think they’ve prepared the Osechi Ryori for the feast but I haven’t seen Ozoni anywhere! How does it be the ‘New Year’ for Japanese if it is the ‘New Year’ without Ozoni!? You two wait here! I’ll go fetch some from the car!”

“I’d appreciate that —But hold on, how much food do you supply in my car, kiddo?”

—Again, at another side of the party

*Dialing*

“Moshi-moshi~ *yawns* What’s up, my dear Chishio? I know you are missing this lovely me but you don’t need to make a call this early. I need some beauty sleep too~”

“I’ll gratefully appreciate it if you don’t play around for this once. And quit lying, I just happened to see your official PROFILE got updated a minute ago —Where the hell are you right now?”

“Aww~ Never expect you to be one of my fans, dear♥︎ This New Year’s kimono in my post is designed by Suzu-chan, isn’t it super pretty~? Do you think traditional kimono or montsuki suits me the best?”

“…Ugh (I’m so done with him). I bet Suzuran won’t be happy if she knows you’ve sneaked into her store again… So, you aren’t here at the party?”

“Yup~ I need to show a glimpse of my face at the ‘house’ today …Or else Shūkaidō is going to arrange my funeral for real. You sound a lil’ bit anxious, is there something happening on your side?”

“Not… really. It’s just that I notice too many participants being weirdly all armed today —That’s why I want to ask if you have any idea.”

“Hmm~~”

—Happy New Year!

🎍🐉🎍

[recurring-polynya]

i am devouring EVERY WORD of these deleted scenes is there anything more we can see from a little in love????

Sure, why not? This is the last one, though, don't wanna give *too* much away.

“Well, what they do in the World of the Living,” Rukia explained, “when they want to have a traditional wedding, they just add the western dress as another outfit change. Sometimes even two outfit changes, a wedding dress, and then a ‘cocktail dress’.” She had first encountered these beautiful gowns in a romance manga Orihime had loaned her. Orihime was a great fan of fancy dresses and she had been happy to give Rukia a primer on various styles and the customs associated with them over the course of numerous school lunch breaks.

Hisana laughed gently. “You want extra outfit changes?”

Rukia felt her face go warm. “I didn’t say I wanted it! I was just thinking about it!”

“What does the groom do in these circumstances?” Koshino asked. “Does he also change into Western clothing? The tight pants?”

“I think it’s optional, but he certainly could,” Rukia shrugged. 

Koshino ran one finger over his mustache thoughtfully. “A montsuki is classic. It is impossible to look bad in one. The Western suit is less forgiving. Lord Kuchiki, of course, could pull it off easily. The man can wear anything.”

“And how!” Hisana sighed dreamily. 

“Excuse me, Lady Rukia?”

All three of them looked up to see one of the footmen standing in the doorway. 

Yes, Saejima?” Rukia perked up, already having a suspicion why he was here.

“Lord Kuchiki and Lieutenant Abarai have concluded their business. Lord Kuchiki asked me to,” Saejima cleared his throat slightly, “deliver Lieutenant Abarai into your custody until dinnertime.”

Finally! “Wonderful! Thank you, Saejima!” Rukia set her teacup back on the tray and started to get up.

“Oh, oh, wait!” Hisana broke in. “Send him in, Saejima! I want him to meet Mr. Koshino.”

“Sister, no,” Rukia murmured. If pressed, Rukia would have to admit that she didn’t hate talking high fashion nearly as much as she pretended to, but poor Renji certainly didn’t want to sit through a discussion about which sleeve length would be most flattering to his body shape.

It was too late, though. Renji’s curious face appeared in the doorway. “Er, good afternoon, Lady Hisana,” he said. His gaze fell on Rukia, and despite herself, her heart sped up. “Lady Rukia.”

“There he is!” Hisana trilled, waving a hand. “Come in, Lieutenant, would you like some tea?”

“Er, I’m good, thank you.”

“Lieutenant Abarai, this is Koshino Syuuga, the most exclusive clothing designer in Soul Society. Mr. Koshino, this is Abarai Renji, my husband’s adjutant and Rukia’s beau.”

“Nice to meet you!” Renji said cheerfully, making a little bow.

Koshino’s eyes scanned over Renji, probably estimating his measurements to pinpoint accuracy. “This is him?” he demanded. “The bridegroom?”

Renji’s face abruptly turned purple.

“Shh, shh! It’s not official yet!” Hisana one hand. “But yes.”

“I have changed my mind!” Koshino declared, throwing one hand into the air. “You shall have your Western wedding outfits, Lady Rukia! This is new to me, but I shall begin researching immediately!”

“I didn’t actually ask for it,” Rukia pointed out, standing up and edging towards the door.

Koshino was on a tear now. “No one told me about this man and his beautiful hair! Rukia, you will wear the scarlet iro-uchikake! What a pair you will make! Why did you worry me, Lady Hisana? Saying people will pooh-pooh on the wedding because it is an adoptive marriage, when the happy couple is this? Call your friend at the Bulletin and tell them to save the entire Society page! Perhaps the front cover, even!”

Renji stood rigid and pale, his entire body held still. Maybe he was hoping that Koshino’s vision was motion-based, like some Hollows. Rukia walked over and grabbed him by the wrist. “I’m taking Renji for a walk in the garden until dinner!” she announced. “Thank you for coming by, Mr. Koshino! If I can, I’ll try to get a hold of a Living World bridal magazine for you!”

“Ah, Lady Rukia, this is why you are my favorite, even among the Kuchiki, the most beautiful people in Soul Society!”

“Don’t let Brother hear you say that!” Rukia sang as she hauled Renji out of the sitting room.

[emile-hides]

im sorry i can't stop talking about ouran i definitely think mei is maid of honor (because the twins would fight over it lol) and kyoya is best man but they all just alternate as equal groomsmen and bridesmaids and stand together... you know kyoya is running that wedding like the navy

Okay first of all "Can't stop talking about Ouran" is not something to apologize for and SECOND

Mei as the maid of honor is genuinely so good. I can see in my mind's eye Hikaru and Kaoru trying to plan the Bridal Shower and inviting all the other hosts to this big gala party with Haruhi as like a queen in the center, and Mei shuts them both down with a thwap of a rolled up magazine. Love her.

On the other hand Tamaki's bridal shower-esc party ends up being in Kyoya's house with the rest of the hosts, minus Haruhi of course, because he really forgot it was a thing and was too focused on the actual wedding, Tamaki. They end up doing basically what the twin's had planned for Haruhi but on a smaller scale, and also they bully Tamaki the entire time. And also they do Karaoke.

[hakkais-hoe]

SANO MANJIROU x reader where readers father is a big head of the yakuza and the readers father and Mikey meet and they like eachother and t he father approves so flash forward Mikey is leader of NOT ONLY the crime syndicate with his wife BUT the yakuza Bc reader has was handed down the title and lets him take charge while she’s just vibing w the kids

Bonten Manjiro x yakuza heiress reader.

fem reader

Warning: swearing, none.

“We’re meeting my dad in an hour Mikey, you better be ready soon. Its gonna take us ages to get there even if Kaku is driving us!” You shout up the stairs of your two story penthouse, the dead eyed man is being lazy and slow as always it takes him longer than you to get ready and you have hair to sort, makeup to put on and a nice dress to find, yet it took you half the time that it’s taking your fiancé. 

When he finally decides to descend the stairs he's only in half his suit, with a jacket and tie still missing, the scene descending towards you is a sight for sore eyes but its also highly annoying seen as he's still not even ready. You sigh while inquiring about his tie and jacket. 

“They’re uncomfortable I don't want to wear them. I should just wear montsuki like your dad will probably be wearing its traditional for formal events right?” Mikey’s whining like a child as he moans about the itchy material of his slacks.

“Manjiro do you think my family is back in the Edo period? He’ll be in a suit like i told him if he wears a kimono or a montsuki I’ll have him go change. It’s not happening, please just wear the suit, I even picked it out specially for you baby.” Your voice comes out harsher than you wished it to but Mikey gets the point and walks back up the stairs to retrieve his suit jacket and the tie you had chosen for him also. 

When he comes back down he stands in front of you so that you can do his tie for him and put his suit jacket on him. A ghost of a smile graces his face as he glances at your concentrating face while you adjust his tie. Finally satisfied you pat his chest and smile up at him, your hand grasps his as you both move towards the door to leave the apartment. 

“Well lets get this shit show on the road shall we my love?” You grumble, desperate to get this over with for the both of you. 

When you get outside the back doors of the car are being held open by a bored , looking Kakucho Hitto, he steps back when you both get to the car. 

“Afternoon boss, little lady. We have 30 minutes to get there so you better get in the car fast or you’ll be late. Again.” Typical always has to mention past incidents.

After a good 15 minutes of silence Mikey suddenly speaks up pulling you out of your nerve riddled mind. 

“You know its all gonna be okay angel. No matter what he says it’ll  always be me and you for the rest of our lives.” He mutters it low enough that only you would be able to hear his consoling words, he takes your hand in his to give it a squeeze and a gentle stroke across your knuckles.

“I love you, thank you for doing this it means a lot. No matter what he says we’re never going to be apart again right?” Your voice is unusually quiet and timid, your eyes don’t even meet his but you squeeze his hand back hoping to get your point across. 

“We’re here, boss.” Kakucho’s voice breaks the moment the two of you were having. Outside the car stands the closed gates of your childhood home, memory's flood back to you; good ones, bad ones, all of them hit you like a truck. You actually don't want to do this, who wold want to see the man who ignored you all your life and even let you run away at 17. 

“Its been seven years already since I was last here. Jesus this fucking place hasn’t changed a bit from out here.” Your mood is already turning sour as you glare at the offending building. The gates open and none of your fathers underlings comes out to greet the both of you when you step out of the car. 

“Young miss welcome back. Your father is waiting in the meeting hall, follow me if you will.” You recognise the man as one of your fathers long term underlings if your father has been the head of the yakuza for 30+ years then this man must have been here for half of it, you remember him looking after you a lot when you were a young child. 

“Yes thank you, we will follow behind.” Your voice is stern and loud, you can’t show any weakness in this place its like a den of wolves ready to get rid of the heiress of all the families wealth. Your father had no other children to take over so you were the sole heir to everything. 

With your shoes removed at the entrance and a few greeting thrown out here and there you finally make it to the door of the meeting hall. You cant believe after all these years he’s asking you to come meet him with your ‘perspective marriage partner’ as he said, he actually picked up a phone and called you for once dragged himself into the 21st century just to bother you. 

“The nerve of this man, asking me to bring you so that he can see if he ‘approves’ of you like he has a choice who I marry anyway.” You sneer at the door as you mutter this to a chuckling Mikey. 

“C’mon love lets get it over with, the sooner he approves the sooner I get to marry my beautiful fiancé.” His had burns a mark into the small of your back as he pushes you through the now open sliding door.

Seated at the front of the large room is your father or the esteemed leader of one of the largest yakuza in all of Japan. An empty cup of sake rests at his side, plates of food are seated at the other two open seats in front of him, like fuck you’re going to eat with him there you have no appetite at all even as you greet him and take your seats, intense nerves bloom in your stomach as he stares the two of you down. Mikey doesn’t even budge let alone shrink down he just stares him through as your father tries to intimidate him. God he looks stupid trying to scare your Manjiro that's never going to work. 

A smile sneaks up onto your face as Mikey not only ignores your fathers stare he even starts eating in front of him, you supress a laugh at your fathers bewildered expression, his sake cup paused inches away from his face. 

“So boy what are your intentions with my daughter?” Your fathers voice booms through the empty hall. 

“Since when did yo-”

“I'm going to marry her, what else would I be doing here. We’re here to get that ‘approval’ that you want to give.” Mikey’s voice cuts through yours like the little shit he is. 

“Who said I’d approve of you? She should be marrying another yakuza head and keeping the tradition going, she needs a strong man not some boy with no aspiration's.” Your dad decides to try slandering Mikey as a tactic, one that yet again does not work on the bored man by your side. 

“Mhm this is good food love, you should try some... Y/n doesn’t want to marry someone else she wants to marry me she already accepted anyway so we’re just here to tell you.” Bored, bored, bored Mikey’s had enough already he just wants to go home and take a nap with you. Just then a phone call comes through Mikeys phone. 

“Oh its Ran, watch something have gone wrong again, my love. Why can’t they deal without me for five minutes who needs there boss all day. Fuckin morons I have to take this I'll be back in a moment my dear.” Mikey walks straight out the door to deal with whatever the Haitani’s have done now. 

“Father, you were quite rude to my fiancé a second ago, I don’t appreciate you calling him a boy or saying he has no aspirations. For your information Manjiro happens to be the boss of one of the largest crime syndicates in the whole of Japan, Bonten I’m sure you've heard of them.” You can't help the words as the spew out of your mouth aggressively.  To say your father is shocked at your outburst is an understatement his moth is practically hanging open when Mikey walks back into the room.

“You should close your mouth or you’ll catch flies. Love I hate to do this but we need to leave soon Sanzu’s gone on a bit of a rampage and the Haitanis have had to knock him out, Rindo even got himself stabbed a bit so we should leave in about 15.” Well he did say they seem to have problems when he leaves for a bit. 

“I approve of the both of you. Im also planning to leave the family to you my dear daughter.” Your father blurts out of nowhere.

“You- I- but. Oh my god, well um thank you for blessing us... You will come to the wedding wont you dad?” You mutter shyly a slight smile on your face the thought of finally getting his approval sparks something within you, a feeling that you might finally have a better relationship with your father. 

“Oh great, did you tell him I’m a gang leader baby? Bet that sweetened the deal eh.” Mikey chuckles,  but he reaches down to pull you up and into his arms. 

“Well then I’ll see you two in a few weeks so we can go through venues and prices, you should have a traditional wedding.” Your father says while standing to see the both or you out. 

“Now wait a minute I never said what sort of wedding we want or when.” Your voice is cut off by your father and fiancé talking about the wedding plans.

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5 Years Later

“Just you wait till your father gets home!” You jokingly shout up the stairs at your 4 year old twins. Paint covers the walls of your beautiful house that you share with your husband of 5 years and your three children, twins a boy and a girl and a 3 year old baby girl. One hand rubs your 7 month swollen stomach to be honest you don't care about the paint, it reminds you of all the life that surrounds you. Your three children come sprinting down the stairs stark bollock naked and smothered in paint, and straight out into the fenced up back garden. Thank the lord you have no close neighbours.

You can hear the splashing of the children in their little paddling pool as you near the garden, a sudden urge to sit down overcomes you when you get outside. You plonk your highly pregnant self into one of the garden rocking chairs where you can keep an eye on the children and you can also admire the view of the giant cherry blossom tree in the far end of the garden. 

“Well look at my beautiful wife all pretty in the sun and my amazing little kids... wait why are they blue?! Y/n our kids are smurfs! Oh my god what happened to you all?” Behind you stands the love of your life with 3 overly excited and very blue children grabbing and wetting his pants, his face is all shocked and confused as he tries to pick all three up, covering himself in paint infused water in the process. 

“They we’re painting and decided to paint each other as well. It’s alll over the walls in he hall as well can’t lie. How was work? Dad hasn’t been checking up on everyone too much has he? He did put us in charge three years ago he should be over it by now, he needs to settle down at his age.” You fuss over his suit as you speak. 

“My god I love you y/n and our beautify children of course. Even the one that keeps waking me up at 3 am because mummy wants ice cream.” He mutters putting the kids down and reaching out to stroke your belly. 

“I love you all too.” 

[dance-of-deduction]

Hello! 👋 I wanted to say that your posts are getting more and more interesting!

Thinking about it anf thanks to your research I realized how much thought really went into the game with details that many people would easily miss like the significance of family crests.

Talking about crests I actually have a small question : Historically speaking, was having your family's crest on your clothes an actual thing in Japan at the time?

Thank you so much for your efforts, looking forward to your future posts! 😁

(Spoilers for TGAA2 within!)

First of all, thank you for the kind ask!! It's really nice to hear you're enjoying all the details the game has to offer. That's part of the reason I wanted to do this - to extend my enjoyment of the game by unpacking as much detail as I can, and to hopefully do the same for others. That post I reblogged was very helpful to me too, and I'm glad I could add to it a little.

To answer your question: yes! People did indeed wear their kamon (家紋, family crests) on their clothing, most commonly on their chest, sleeves, and back. But they weren't a common part of everyday clothing, perhaps because the process required detailed work that only certain craftsmen could do. Yujin's outfit in particular is a very formal getup know as a montsuki haori hakama. Montsuki = crest-bearing, haori = jacket, and hakama = the trouser-like garment he and Susato wear.

(Photo from here)

However, I couldn't find any hakama with a crest on them like Susato's. Men's hakama are either solid or pinstriped, while women's are either solid or ombre. While they were sometimes embroidered, it doesn't look like crests were used to decorate them.

Auchi's upper-body garment, known as a kataginu, was one part of formal attire for samurai that also often featured crests. Auchi's has the kanji for the A in his name (亜) where a crest would normally go.

And here's a real kataginu for comparison. That white circle in the middle is the crest on the back:

(Source)

A super-brief summary of crests (mon, 紋): the practice started somewhere around the 12th century, used only by the aristocracy at first. Warriors soon realized that they were useful for distinguishing between clans on the battlefield, so they adopted the practice to mark their banners, tents, and clothing. The practice was restricted to samurai and aristocracy for a long time, but by the Tokugawa Era, even ordinary citizens could adopt crests. In addition to clothing, crests could also be found inside the home, on storefronts, carriages, personal belongings, and tombstones.

In terms of fashion, the Meiji Era was an interesting one. People easily switched between Western and traditional attire, wearing suits one day and and kimono the next. As more people adopted Western fashion, crest-bearing outfits became less common. I don't know how historically accurate this is, but suit!Yujin wears his crest as a tie clip, which I think is very cool of him:

To close on a nice fun angsty thought: people could also wear the crests of their employers or patrons. We know that Yujin took Kazuma in after Genshin's death, so even though Kazuma is from a samurai family with its own crest, he may have had the option to wear the Mikotoba crest.

Hit me with follow-up questions any time!

Other Sources

Enchanting Edo: Craftsmen strive to protect 'kamon' family crest for modern Japan and world

[wing-ed-thing]

Mob Wife (Kakuzu x Reader, ft. Hidan) Part IV

Synopsis: The Akatsuki are in emergency mode. Kakuzu leads Hidan to the only place he knows for sure is safe to regroup.

Word Count: 

Warnings/Tags: Violence, Blackmail, Language, Fem!Reader, HouseWife!Reader, Moll!Reader, Attempt at Humor, Ceremonial Drinking of Sake, Traditional Wedding

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Finale

Notes: It’s back. Writing Hidan has got me feeling a certain way rn

It rained on your wedding day: weather fitting for, and not minded by, a criminal and a deserter. As you approached the temple, he tried to tell you many times that you were going to be turned away, but as you spoke to the shrine masters, you were greeted warmly and welcomed. You were young with a warm face that offset Kakuzu’s intimidating exterior. Everyone always loved you right away, a way about you that Kakuzu could never begin to consider replicating. With your open heart, you brought a foreign concept into his world: acceptance. The few priests and priestesses at the temple on the border of the Land of Stone looked upon you kindly, a kindness that you and Kakuzu continued to repay years later. The small village of a few hundred that housed that shrine would never see a shinobi attack. Now, only you continue to repay years later.

You could tell that Kakuzu didn’t like being in the temple in the slightest. He had never been one for religion or structure or ceremonies, so you tried not to laugh the first time you saw him in his montsuki haori hakama. You wondered how much grumbling went into getting Kakuzu in such formal attire with a goofy, lopsided grin. Even as he gazed upon your amused, upturned lips, his infamous temper laid unusually dormant. Kakuzu never thought that he would see his own wedding day. Being the kind of man he was, he never thought that he’d have one. He didn’t think that he deserved it, but for once as you stood in front of him in your shiromuku, all of his jaded thoughts seemed to fade. Of course with you, all doors opened.

Kakuzu knelt next to you at the shrine, ever stoic. He put his hair up before the ceremony and secured it neatly behind his head. You remembered it when it was short. As the priest announced your marriage to the gods, you couldn’t help but glance at Kakuzu out of the corner of your eye. He held himself together better than you imagined he would.

“Well, yes. I am an adult,” he would tell you later.

But at that moment, he received the first sakazuki. The priest's vessel tipped over the small cup two times before pouring. Kakuzu brought the dish up to his lips and took three sips: pointless seeing that neither of you had parents, but traditional nonetheless. You were taught to always honor your ancestors, but you doubted that Kakuzu felt the same. You received your cup and the same sake, taking the same three sips and the ceremony went on. The second sakazuki represented your vow to care for each other. You received a slightly larger cup and once again, you each touched the sake to your lips three times. The third represented fortune and fertility.

The Heavens, the Earth, and the People.

You offered Kakuzu a light smile as you moved to the next part of the ceremony, a gesture to assure him that it was almost over. He would have rolled his eyes in any other setting, but Kakuzu didn’t even have to speak for you to know exactly what he meant. You knew that more than anything, he was happy to be with you. Out of all the things that he had done as a shinobi, he could handle a stuffy ceremony.

“I thought you liked stuffy things,” you teased him later, parts of your robes slung over forearms and shoulders for better mobility as you walked through the gardens. Your hand rested in his as you balanced yourself on some raised, rock ledges. His expression could have easily been mistaken for exasperation as he scoffed, but you knew better. He looked happy. “You’re a shinobi. Now that’s stuffy!”

The priest had you stand and you received a flowering branch to offer to the gods. As you held the sprig in your hand, you glanced at Kakuzu. His eyes met your own and you quietly prayed over your offerings before presenting them together, stem first. You bowed together, the rituals vaguely familiar to you as you performed them.

With the blessings of the gods, you had received your rings. Your thumb ran over the skin of Kakuzu’s hand. They had a familiar gruffness to them and held smooth bumps from old scars. His fingernails were short. You slid the band onto his ring finger. The black suited him. He squeezed the fingers of your other hand. The space behind your eyes stung as you held back tears watching as he placed the ring on your hand.

Neither of you had family, so you thanked the shrine priests and priestesses and enjoyed their hospitality. You took a single picture. It was the same frame that you held in your hands now.

Kakuzu walked out a few hours ago, taking Hidan with him. Your kitchen was, for the most part, wrecked. Your doing. Your tears had since dried up and your trembling was beginning to fade. With a shaky breath, you brought yourself to your feet. You placed the picture face-down on the counter and reached for the broom in the corner. Your heart hurt, but the world continued on. And if the world continued on, so should you.

***

You didn’t want to eat, you didn’t feel hungry, but you stood over the sink anyway biting into whatever you could pull from your fridge. You cleaned up the kitchen to the best of your ability. Trash piled up in neat bins outside: splintered wood, broken plates, and any other particles of dust that you managed to sweep up. You could handle it later. At least the rest of the kitchen was spotless. You glanced down at the thick wedding band that sat in your hand. Twirling it between your fingers, you bit into your bell pepper like an apple. That was the kind of night you were having.

A harsh pounding came from the front door and for a split second you wondered if your husband came back. Ex-husband. You didn’t think so. You kept your eyes on the kitchen window but the pounding continued adamantly. A slight shiver went down the back of your neck. The next farm wasn’t for miles. That was definitely not Kakuzu.

You put down your pepper and rolled out your utensil drawer. Your fingers danced across the kunai strapped to the bottom as you silently hoped that your training hadn’t worn off too horribly. The banging ceased as the doorknob began to rattle. The door swung open and you launched your kunai with immense velocity and precision. It was snatched out of the air.

“Fuck! That hurts like a bitch!”

Hidan stood in the entryway with his hand still held up and wrapped around your weapon. Blood dripped onto your floors as the kunai clattered to the ground. He shook out his palm, now sporting a deep gash. All you could do was stand and blink, wondering why he was there and if Kakuzu was with him. Hidan threw his cloak onto the rack. It slid, hardly staying on as he marched over to you. The door didn’t fit into its frame the same as it did before and there was no sign of Kakuzu.

“Can you patch me up, lady?” He looked around your kitchen for somewhere to sit, but found none. He dripped more onto your floors. You quickly guided his wrist over your sink and looked up at him. Beads of water fell down his face. You didn’t even hear the rain outside.

“What happened?” you asked sternly, your voice cracking a bit with worry. Hidan groaned.

“You fucked up my hand, can you at least fix me? I’m traumatized over here.” You sighed, yanking him forward before turning the running water on over his hand. You held it there for a second as if telling him to keep it there before running off to get your medical kit.

“Hidan, you have to tell me if there is an emergency,” you said as you heaved the box onto the counter from your spare room. You cleaned his palm with soap and disinfectant before applying pressure. While you didn’t have to worry about blood loss with Hidan, you also didn’t want him passing out on your kitchen floor either. That would make one more thing to clean up. “Hidan—” You pulled the gauze extra tight. He didn’t seem to be listening to you. —“Is there an emergency?”

“No, lady, it was just cold as fuck and Kakuzu’s got a stick up his ass that’s worse than usual. But you already know what that’s like.” The atmosphere stood still at the mention of Kakuzu’s name.

You knew that you shouldn’t worry about him. As far as you were concerned, he had just divorced you a few hours ago, and even if he hadn’t, you were certain that he could take care of himself. You apparently didn’t do a great job at masking your worry.

He usually didn’t care about the effect of his words, but as you frowned to yourself, Hidan couldn’t help but consider how sad you looked. He pursed his lips, never one for comforting others. For a split second, he wondered whether or not he should have brought up his partner at all. Two fingers gently bumped the bottom of your chin and you looked up at Hidan.

“Don’t look so down. It doesn’t look good on you.” He hesitated. “He’ll come back.”

You dropped his wrapped hand, not noticing that you’ve been drawing loops around his knuckles with your finger.

“I don’t know. He’s usually pretty certain about things and I can’t dwell on that.” You shook your head, turning the water back on to wash your own hands. “You have to go. I know that you have things to do and my— and Kakuzu won’t like that you’re here.” He pouted as you moved around him. You had blood to clean up.

“But it’s raining…” he pouted, expression falling in your peripheral. “And he’s miserable right now which means I’m miserable. C’mon let me stay, I’m miserable.”

“Hidan.” You turned to him and leaned on the doorway from your kitchen to your small living area. “Your partner doesn’t live here anymore.” You flicked on the entryway light, your bucket in hand. Hidan followed behind you, now taking your spot in the doorframe.

“But that doesn’t mean that I have to leave. You know he’s being stupid, but that doesn’t mean that I need to suffer out in the rain because Kakuzu’s a crotchety, old bastard.” You sighed, resting on the handle of your mop. You shook your head.

“I’m sure by the time you get to town the two of you can find somewhere to stay.”

A silence overtook the house again, full of raging, but unspoken thoughts. You squeezed out the yarns and tended to the floors. It, at the very least, gave you something to do. Hidan’s blood already dried part way and you scrubbed harder, but not before it was snatched out of your grip. Hidan shoved you over to take your place. The backs of your knees hit the armrest of the modest couch that you almost toppled down onto. He took to scrubbing.

“So what happened?” he asked.

“Sorry?” Hidan peered at you with his bright violet irises.

“I’m trying to be nice and ask you about your problems, so you better start chatting before I lose interest.” The mop splashed back into the bucket. “Who else do you get to talk to?” You pursed your lips. You knew that he was biding his time to wait out the rain, but his words weren’t wrong. The hurt still felt fresh and perhaps you were feeling a bit desperate to get it out of your system.

“I’m not sure what happened. I asked, but, well, you know how my… how Kakuzu is.” And you found yourself retelling the entirety of what happened: the argument, the ring, Kakuzu’s misplaced comments about children. You left out the part about the wrecked kitchen. “And then he said something about ‘now letting this happen’ which had to be the last straw for me.”

“Did you want brats?” Hidan had since stopped his cleaning. Surprisingly, he listened intently to your rambling as he propped himself against the wall. You swung your feet back and forth over the side of the couch.

“I never really thought about it before and Kakuzu and I never talked about it, so I don’t know why he brought it up.”

“Because he’s a dumbass who thinks too much. I never know what’s going on in that fucked up head of his. If I had a home to come to like this with a cute little thing in an apron—” Hidan scoffed. —“Fuck the Akatsuki. I wouldn’t be hiding you out here because of some band of losers in capes.” That made you laugh.

“You’re in the Akatsuki,” you giggled and Hidan raised a slender eyebrow.

“So? I’m the best one out of all those guys.”

“The best out of some band of losers?” The corners of Hidan’s lips turned upwards into a brief smile as he rolled his pretty irises.

“Listen, I got my devilish charms going for me which is better than Ragdoll. He looks like a fucking pin cushion.” Your hand came over your mouth as you laughed. Hidan looked down at where you sat, pride swelling in his chest at the prospect of cheering you up. But your face quickly morphed into something sentimental.

“Aw, but he’s a cute pin cushion…” Your bottom lip curled into a pout, but at least you didn’t look quite as sad as before. Hidan leaned a bit forward.

“He’s a little over a hundred-eight centimeters tall and has a big-ass nose.” You let out an amused breath. “I’d hardly consider that ‘cute’.”

“But it’s a cute nose. It’s slender and has that cute little bump in the middle.” Your voice grew quieter. Another silence, the third of Hidan’s visit.

It all felt too confusing for you. Maybe Kakuzu was never that interested in you in the first place. You shook your head then and there, much to Hidan’s confusion. Despite Kakuzu’s attitude towards most everything, you knew that he cared deeply about you. Perhaps he had grown bored. Despite ninja work not being of interest to you, you knew that many found the profession very exciting. You ran many profitable operations in the surrounding area, but more money could be made elsewhere, you knew that much. Your lifespan was nothing compared to Kakuzu’s nearly a century of living. He had done everything in life that he had wanted to do and all you had little to show for your existence.

You kept replaying his words about the time that you had. That you had enough time to do more. But if you really thought about it, you were content living the way you had been. You were happy and for a split second you considered whether or not Kakuzu actually saw himself as worthy of you. You shook your head for the second time. No, if anything, you considered it the other way around. You’d imagine that you would come off as boring and childlike to an immortal.

“That’s a lot of thinking.” Hidan had taken to wandering around the room. You hadn’t noticed. “Fuck thinking. You deserve better than taking care of some place in the middle of nowhere and running numbers on boring-ass shit.” You smiled again to yourself, something else that you didn’t notice.

“I actually like it here,” you mumbled. Hidan yawned.

“Can I stay now?” You deliberated to yourself before grabbing the bucket and the mop away from him. He didn’t do a great job, but you found yourself relatively uncaring at the moment.

“Yes, you can stay,” you sighed. Hidan was already halfway down the hall by the time you finished your sentence.

“Good because I was going to crash here anyway.”

@brokennerdalert @unsatisfiedanddisappointed @krispypotato @meme-queen-1999​

Notes: Reader and Kakuzu had a Shinto wedding if anyone’s interested. 

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[ask-dgs-221bbakerstreet]

I hope you don’t find it rude, Naruhodou-san, but I have been thinking about weddings lately. Particularly, your wedding with Asougi-san. Unfortunately, I know you two won’t officially get married due to the circumstances of your time, but it’s fun to think about a wedding even if it’s a hypothetical unofficial one. It’s still very far in the future but I have to ask, do you think you two would prefer a traditional Japanese wedding or a more western one? If western, would one of you want to wear a dress?

I think I'd prefer a more traditional Japanese wedding. Definitely with some Western elements, though. Like the food, perhaps?

And I think I'd wear a suit.

I'd probably wear a montsuki kimono.

It would be a interesting wedding for sure.

I'm going to write this down. For... future reference!

[infjsnightmare]

Wedding Aesthetics: Kunikida

A/N: A lot of this is based around a very traditional wedding style in Japan, which I think Kunikida would be very fond of due to their structure and wealth of history. He lives and breathes his ideals, and so he would expect his wedding day to be nothing short of the perfect, idealic wedding in conformance with his culture. I do think he would have more modern touches for the reception though. I think for things like the reception, Kunikida would want warm neutrals for their wedding colors. Most of my knowledge is based on my studies while in Japan and the things my husband has taught me, so if it is not 100% accurate, please let me know and I will go through and correct it.

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If S/O is fem: He would want his S/O in a shiromuku wedding kimono which was traditional and popular among weddings involving samurai. The typical garb for weddings in Japan is Uchikake, which is similar in style but much more colorful. I think Kunikida would opt for the pure, white shiromuku due to the clean look of it and the elegance. Brides normally go through a few costume changes, including the uchikake, but I think Kunikida would want for her to just have one outfit for the ceremony so as not to over-exert herself. I do think he would have her change for the reception. Something white, lacey and more comfortable. Something they could dance together in without being too restrictive.

If his S/O is masc: I think Kunikida would opt for western clothing in the case of his marriage to a masc S/O as he would feel mismatched in traditional garb, since there aren't many options for men's traditional wedding clothes and he wouldn't want to be wearing the exact same thing as his S/O. I think he would like to see his S/O in a clean, well-tailored neutral colored tux with some similar elements to his clothes, but noticeably different. The neutral tone would only enhance his lover's natural handsome features in his eyes. His S/O doesn't need anything extra, he already stands out as he is.

Kunikida's Clothes: If he has a fem S/O, he will wear the standard traditional Montsuki Haori Hakama, which doesn't have much variation to it. It is the standard for a Shinto wedding. He would however, make sure that he is absolutely well groomed and not a hair out of place. If he has a masc S/O, Kunikida would also be wearing neutrals, but I think he would opt for his tux to be more in the brown or tweed family. He would want his and his S/O's suits to complement each other without taking away from each other. The brown in his suit would bring out the color of his eyes.

Flowers/Decorations: I think Kunikida would like for you to have Camellias (tsubaki) as decorations (or on boutonniere for masc S/O) as they represent "perfect love" which I think would translate as ideal love in his brain. They are also soft and elegant, which he would see in his S/O. I don't think he would go for anything other than flowers as decorations, since then you are left with all the materials that you won't use again and the cost. I could see him saving some of the dried camellias and having them as a keepsake though!

Rings: This man would want a simple gold band for himself and his S/O. Their love speaks for itself and he doesn't need some extravagant wedding ring to prove it. Their love is simple, pure, and unending like the bands. That is enough for him. (I didn't include a photo of this since there is a 10 photo limit and I think we all now what a simple gold band looks like.)

Venue: His wedding would take place at a picturesque shinto shrine, preferably one nearby either of his or his S/O's home. He would want to be able to visit this shrine again and relive his wedding memories. He would also pick a date sometime in spring so that the air is fresh and it isn't too hot outside. Planning is this man's forte, so expect him to be checking all sorts of weather patterns and past temperatures to pick the absolute perfect day.

Cup Ceremony: Kunikida would also have a traditional San-San-kudo cup ceremony with a traditional red sake cup set. I think Kunikida would pick a sweeter tasting low alcohol content sake for this as he wouldn't want him or his S/O coughing or becoming flushed during the ceremony. (I also think Kunikida would task Atsushi with keeping the sake away from Dazai before the ceremony.)

Wedding Cake: Something tall, elegant and simple. He wouldn't want it to be so simple that it was boring, but he would want very clean edges and decoration and nothing too cluttered. He wouldn't mind having a lot of tiers so that it could feed everyone and I think that he would save the top piece of cake as they do in western cultures. He is sentimental, so I think he would be fond of that tradition.

After the Reception: He will have a prompt schedule time for the end of the reception followed by cleaning up, since he is not one to leave behind a mess. But after that, he has already booked a ryokan, traditional inn, for him and his S/O to honeymoon to. I think he would pick a ryokan on one of the outer islands in Japan so that he and his S/O could relax in privacy. They would have a week to enjoy the onsen, explore the island and eat meal after meal of fresh local cuisine.

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[witch-hazels-musings]

If we ever gonna get more different outfits for other characters, what outfit would you like to see Diluc in? He already looks majestic in his suit, but can you imagine him in traditional inazuman outfit bc omgggg he'd look like a prince (￣ω￣;)

Excellent question - solid question -- I would love to see: 

Manga bartender Diluc 

Knight of Favonious Diluc

Darknight Hero Diluc ( though he might just wear his same clothes lol) 

all of these are great choices, and if they had montsuki/kimono/hakama inspired outfits >< well guess what I’m down for that too lol