#Ume blossom
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fotologo · 2 years ago
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2023.02.20
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bonguri · 8 months ago
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20240227 Shinsiro 7 by Bong Grit Via Flickr: いつまでも残したい景色。 @Kaore area, Shinsiro city, Aichi pref. (愛知県新城市 川売梅の里)
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wisterianwatertree · 10 months ago
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There may be more snow in Tokyo this weekend but the ume blossoms are ready to break out in a few weeks. For a spectacular experience go to Ibaraki where they almost outshine the cherry blossoms.
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beebundt · 2 months ago
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strawberry shortcake redesigns!!!!! 🍓🍰 + an apple dumpling 🍎🥟
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Petal Pink
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Pink Plum Blossoms
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tournesoleil13 · 7 months ago
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Despite everything it’s still you, the one with unwavering humanity
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tanuki-kimono · 2 months ago
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Majestic black ground furisode depicting birds flying over hazy distant mountains covered in all seasons plants (cherry blossoms, peonies, maple leaves, chrysanthemums, plum blossoms).
It also presents poems scattered all across (the gold foil has seen much better days...)
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beifongkendo · 8 months ago
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It is that time again 🌸
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pipkrakes · 4 months ago
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i love that huaien wakes up in a strange bed in a strange house with a random guy who thinks he's a girl and is like sure man. let's see where this goes
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kyotodreamtrips · 9 months ago
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The Sugawara Tenmangu shrine (菅原天満宮) in Nara, had a special room with bonsai plum blossoms, on display.
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kusanagihaku · 4 months ago
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maybe, in other life, it goes like this.
⭢ haku x mc, 1.7k
Maybe, in another life, between the firm interlace of your fingers will rest not a curse, but a happy ever after. or: a short drabble of pining, yearning, and what it means to long for someone who wants you too.
“There’s a shrine nearby.”
You look up from where your CATSMO map is open on your phone. “How near?”
Haku scratches his ear. “About two minutes? If the Galaxy Express isn’t coming in the next twenty minutes I think we can spare a trip there.”
You look down at the map again. You’re sure it won’t take more than twenty minutes for the Express to arrive, given whatever physically impossible warp speed it travels at, but there must be a reason Haku brought up the shrine. “Missing home?”
Haku laughs. There is an undercurrent of exhaustion, which frankly isn’t surprising given the mission you just wrapped up. “In a way.”
A detour less than half an hour after the end of your mission should be easy enough to fudge on the inspection report, you figure, especially since it’s so near dinner time. And since it’s Haku requesting… You stuff your phone back in your pocket. “Let’s go.”
It’s always hard to say no when it comes to Haku.
The shrine isn’t difficult to find, parked in a small patch of land between two office buildings. There are a few people lingering about in the last rays of evening, heads bowed in quiet conversation as they wander around the honden.
Haku leads you around, however, to a smaller sub-shrine tucked under a large tree. The further you walk into the compound, the more relaxed he seems, shoulders slumping slightly and his breathing a little deeper. The gold chains of his uniform glitter as you pass under a patch of dying sun, then dull completely as you come to a standstill in the shadow of a hollow wooden shrine.
Haku takes a deep breath. His eyes flutter closed, long green brushing against the pallor of his cheeks, almost as if he is basking in the aura exuding from the structure. He has done a good job of hiding his weariness – where you are usually distracted by a charming smile you see now grey-purple bags bruising the hollow of his eyes.
Your hands itch to brush his hair away, to let him lean into your palm, to let him close his eyes and rest as you… you hold back a sigh.
Almost as if he hears you, Haku’s eyes crack open. He glances at you, impish grin hanging itself on the corner of his lips. “Staring at me again?”
You flush, but before you can form a retort something white flashes at the corner of your eye.
Perhaps it is by grace of the fact that you’ve been working on this solo mission with Haku for the past week, or perhaps it is due to the trickle of life-and-death situations you have been in since last October, but you react almost immediately, spinning on your heel and reaching out for Haku.
Haku’s hand finds yours, blindly thrown out in your direction as he steps forward slightly to shield you, but his fingers lace with yours instantly like a magnet finding home. His other hand rests on his hip, uniform jacket pushed aside in favour of easy access to his flute.
It looks almost casual to anyone else, this rehearsed defence looking like a startled step forward on Haku’s part, but you know different. You suck in a breath at the hum of power that surges from your ring to where your fingers interlock with Haku’s.
But it is only an old lady, stepping out from behind the wooden structure. She is dressed in simple priest robes, paper fan slung around her wrist, and her eyes round at your alarmed reaction.
She is not a threat, you decide, and you feel Haku’s body relax next to you as he comes to the same conclusion. There is no need to use either of your stigmas, and yet…
He doesn’t let go either, fingers firm in your own.
The priest apologises for startling you, thick Kansai accent warm with welcome. She peers at you kindly. “A lot of couples get married at the main shrine. Have you come to ask around?”
“That would be nice,” Haku smiles. There is a wistfulness in there that sounds age-old. “In another life.”
You glance at him, eyebrows raised, but he has struck up a conversation with the priest about tonight’s weather and how a little rainfall might do the wisteria by the entrance some good in the April heat.
In another life. The words lick flames up from where your hands are joined, a thrum of want and hope that settles in your chest and paints the wreath of your ribs the colour of sunrise.
You know Haku’s interested — he makes no effort to hide it. He cracks jokes about taking you out on dates at least twice a week, as if hearing it enough will negate the fact that what is left of you will be dead come the crest of October, and both of you will be left with a pain time can never erase.
You make no effort to hide your blushes either — he knows how much it flusters you when he tucks your hair behind your ear, how fast your heart beats when he leans in a little too close. He knows how much you want to acquiesce, and yet…
The priest takes her leave, and the two of you are left in the grey wash of an already set sun.
“In another life.” The words sound strange coming from you, standing out against the hum of the cicadas.
“In this life, too, if you’d have me,” Haku says. His tone is light, but you don’t have to look at him to taste how bitter his smile is. You both know it will not be possible.
The chasm between you is larger than what six months can bridge.
All too soon he is pulling his hand away to hand you a coin, warm from where it has been sitting in his pocket.
“Thank you,” you murmur, and then the only sounds left are the dull clink of the coins falling into the wooden offering box, and the clatter of the bells as Haku steps forward to tug on the straw rope hanging from the rafters.
You both bow twice, and clap.
You don’t remember what you wish for – you pretend you do not wish for him – before your mind wanders off to the phantom press of Haku’s palm against yours.
Maybe… Maybe, in another life, it looks like this:
Your hand in his, standing not on the edge of an inky galaxy but on the infinite edge of forever.
No responsibilities, no curses, no anomalies, just two dust motes floating in a shared beam of sunlight, spinning together again and again like atoms dancing their way home.
Haku does not let you go in this one, no — his fingers will be wound between yours not with the intention of fighting or saving or protecting, but just holding.
The jokes he cracks about taking you on dates will not dissipate into longing, the brush of his breath against your ear will not burn. His eyes on yours, his touch on your hair, his hand on the small of your back — they will not linger late into the night long after you return home.
Instead of giving you his umbrella, he will share it.
His hands will be a warmth, a weight. An anchor under the brightness of rainy moonlight, holding you steady in the sea of ordinary life, like you both are nothing but two river stones finding yourselves in the middle of a shared stream.
You will drink in the whiskey gold of his eyes without fear of setting your lungs ablaze, and taste the laze of his smile without fear of forgetting.
You will meet him in the middle this time, languorous and lingering, and you will love him, like the moon orbiting the earth orbiting the sun, leisurely and without any intention to stop.
Maybe, in another life, between the firm interlace of your fingers will rest not a curse, but a happy ever after.
Or maybe, in another life, it goes like this:
Maybe, in another life, you are sitting next to him on beige-grey tatami, laughter in the air and afternoon sun tangling its fingers in his hair in the best kind of halo. He is looking at you, all bright eyes and soft adoration. It will send your heart bubbling like soda in the back of your throat.
Over and under and under again, he will repeat, then laugh when the red string of your ume-musubi slips through your fingers for the sixth time. Perhaps we can just buy ready-made ones in time for the wedding.
No, you will say, fiercely, not because this is Haku and the deftness of his fingers have already weaved three ume-musubis in the time it has taken you to struggle through one, but because the idea of being wedded wearing plum blossom knots weaved by the other, breathed to life in the curve of your thigh some time between sunset and sleep last night, sings a sweet promise of forever. I can do it.
It will take you two more tries, but you will do it, red tassels slotting into place like Haku has slotted himself into the space between your heartbeats, undeniable and sure.
Well done.
His congratulatory kiss will send the sun down your spine; the reach of his hands for yours will send gold through your veins.
Maybe, in another life, the moor of his fingers as they curl into yours, warm against your ring and the ume-musubi you will pin to his lapel, will mean the same thing two toothbrushes lined up on a bathroom counter does. It will feel like shoebox Nakameguro apartment does, like dancing in your socks by the light of the moon, like my-Hotarubi-hoodie-on-your-side-of-the-closet, like train station warabi-mochi bought because-I-know-you-like-it.
Maybe, in another life, you will be as much each others’ as you are the universe’s.
But in this life, you open your eyes, and you bow, and you turn away from the shrine, and you do not say anything when Haku’s hand brushes the back of yours as the both of you walk away.
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bonguri · 8 months ago
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20240227 Shinsiro 6 by Bong Grit Via Flickr: どこを見ても満開です。 @Kaore area, Shinsiro city, Aichi pref. (愛知県新城市 川売梅の里)
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ngc-5194 · 1 year ago
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happy monday. just experienced something incredibly surreal.
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remon-chizikeki-the-second · 4 months ago
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ladies and gentlemen, I present Slime!Julie for you!!!!! She basically a slime rainbow monster lololol
bonus sketches below the cut:
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vantabone · 1 year ago
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pbss and his disciples (pt 1)
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Petal Pink
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2023, 11"x 14"
Pink Plum Blossoms
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