#fabric obijime

[tanuki-kimono]

Sleek summer-spook outfit, pairing a kasuri (an ikat technique) kimono, with a cute obi with tiny dokuro (skull).

With the coming of Obon celebrations, summer months are seen as the spooky seasons in Japan, hence why motifs like nozarashi (weather-beaten bones) are not unusual on summer fashion items.

I like the matching marukuge (obijime made from fabric tubes filled with cotton). In the past, those were mostly used for formal attires yet recently, you see them more and more paired with informal kimono.

[gamergirl-niffler]

A Bitter-sweet Birthday || Kyojuro x reader

Happy Birthday to my one and only Flame Hashira - Kyojuro! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

I miss the series, but mostly I miss him. Since it's his birthday, I decided to write something short.

Tags: @doumadono @shonen-brainrot @arthurbristow

ENJOY:

The day was sunny and calm with no clouds in the beautiful blue sky.

You woke up early and immediately started to get ready in the quiet privacy of your own room. The day was very important since it was your beloved's birthday today, and you were beaming with excitement and happiness.

The kimono you decided to wear was simple yet pretty. It was plain white fabric with a fiery pattern at the edges, and with fitting red obi and golden obijime. You looked like the real Rengoku, just without flame-like hair.

You were working on pinning your hair up when your door slid open. 

Senjuro looked inside and smiled, seeing you in front of the little vanity table. "You are up early. I should have expected that you would be excited to celebrate. Do you need help?" He asked with his soft voice.

You nodded your head. "Yes, please. You are much better at this."

Boy laughed and soon joined you, easily pining your hair up in a simple hairstyle that suited the occasion.

"Oh! Can you put it in?” You asked, handing him a gold hairpin.

Senjuro nodded and fulfilled your request. "My brother did his best picking this for you."

"Yes, I know. Best gift ever," you chuckled and looked into the mirror, admiring Senjuro's work. "Thank you so much."

"No problem. Will you help me a little too? I need some help with cooking,” he asked, and you of course nodded before getting up and following him to the kitchen.

There, you pulled your sleeves up and helped him with preparing miso soup with sweet potatoes and some simple sweets. After all it was a day to celebrate, and what celebration would it be without real sweets!

"You think we have everything?” you asked.

Senjuro shook his head. "I couldn't buy the last thing from our list," he said, looking down.

You just gave him a small smile and ruffled his hair. "No need to worry, we can buy it on our way to him.”

"There will be no need for that. Here.” It was no one else but Shinjuro. 

At first his sudden, loud voice made you stiff, but then you realized he was handing you a box with the last thing from the list. Blinking, you looked up at him, not hiding your confusion.

"Just take those to him. I bought them this morning after seeing them on Senjuro's list. I figured out you will need these," man explained.

You smiled widely and bowed. "Thank you so much, Shinjuro-san. We indeed needed those."

"Thank you, father, he will be happy to receive these," Senjuro added with a kind smile.

Shinjuro looked at both of you as if he wanted to add something, but he decided to stay quiet instead. He just turned away and left.

The two of you returned to cooking and chatting, sharing some giggles while doing so.

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When the food was ready, Senjuro packed it up, you collected other stuff you planned to take, and you both set off on the road.

It wasn't a long trip but going with a friend was an amazing feeling. 

The closer you got, the more excited you became. You couldn't wait to celebrate Kyojuro's birthday.

The burial ground seemed quiet and calm, as if it was frozen in time together with everyone else, buried deep in its grounds. 

All you could hear were birds singing softly, their songs carried by a quiet whisper of the wind that sneaked around the crowns of trees and soft splash of a river nearby. The sun's gentle warmth enveloped the serene atmosphere, casting a comforting glow on the world.

"Aniki," Senjuro said happily and ran up to one of the graves, setting everything down next to it. 

You quickly followed him and smiled looking at the grave. "Good to see you again, love."

After the quick greeting, you and Senjuro got to work, cleaning the grave. You made sure to visit Kyojuro regularly so there was a small amount of cleaning needed.

In the end, you pulled out the box that Shinjuro gave you and pulled out incense sticks. You lit them up and placed them on the grave.

You and Senjuro clasped your hands together, preparing for the prayer ahead with a sense of unity and reverence.

Senjuro finished first, and started putting down a little blanket. You joined him shortly after, and helped him with setting everything up.

"Aniki. Everything's good at home, father has stopped drinking, and things are much calmer there now. He even accepted Y/N around," Senjuro said, even if his words were greeted by nothing but silence. 

"That's true, but I still try to do my best to stay out of his way. Today he bought us incense sticks for you, love," you smiled softly.

Senjuro nodded and picked up his little bowl of soup. "Happy birthday, aniki. I wish you were still here. I miss having you around.”

You smiled sadly, doing the same as he did. "Happy birthday, my love. I miss you dearly." 

The rest of the celebration went calmly. 

You talked and joked with Kyojuro, telling him everything that happened since the last visit.

If you only knew he was there indeed, sitting next to his own grave, listening to both of you and feeling happy, hoping the warm sun rays would convey how glad he was to celebrate his birthday with his little brother and the love of his life.

[thecrowsart]

I'm back with more Mononoke movie obi analysis! The movie team has been putting out a lot of clips on their various accounts, so I've managed to get a more full look at the back of Kusuriuri's obi! This is my proposal for the structure of the knot, but if anyone has any other ideas, I'd love to see them.

I had to make a little paper mockup to figure this out lol:

However, because it's small and paper, it probably is behaving differently than a large, fabric obi. So I'm not sure how well this knot would work with a real obi, but if someone has the means to try it out, please let me know! Something that was interesting and made this a little frustrating was that both ends of Kusuriuri's obi are free, whereas it seems like for most established types of obi musubi, one end will be tucked into a loop shape or otherwise hidden away, and the other will have a free end (Even many examples of the men's obi knot I included a picture of above. I purposely found one that looks more like the knot I did, but in many cases you will fold one tail into a loop so there's only one free tail). This is also a feature of TV Kusuriuri's obi:

It's a little hard to tell because of the low resolution, but I'm sure you've seen enough of him by now lol; his obi is tied into a bow with both ends hanging loose. I've seen his knot compared to a tateya musubi, and they are visually similar, but from what I can tell, a tateya musubi is structured like I described, where one tail is folded into a long, rectangle shaped loop, and the other is wrapped around the center of it to squeeze it into a bow.

See how there are no hanging tails? It's because both tails are making the whole bow. Contrast that with Kusuriuri's, where the tails are dangling because the loops of the bow are made by the upper sections of the tails. His obi is tied like you'd tie a shoelace, basically, whereas a tateya musubi is like a bow you'd see on very nice gift wrapping.

Anyway, I also was able to glean more about the pseudo-obijime:

Previously, I thought maybe both white cords were connected to each other and looped through the knot, as shown on the top left. However, these two shots (and others not included) seem to disprove that. The left shoulder cord starts from underneath the obi, loops around the back, under the right arm, and ends in between the two layers of the obi. The waist cord starts and ends under the ohashori (waist fold). What it's attached to, I'm not sure, but I'm guessing it's anchored to the smaller obi/sash that's worn under the actual one.

[kscosplaycatalog]

No. 13 - 2012

Character: Ryougi Shiki (ARC Drive ver.) Series: Kara no Kyoukai by TYPE-MOON

Cosplayer Credits: - Kouma: My brother

Photog Credits: - Lauren - Kirky

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This was another costume ~mostly~ for my brother. He really wanted to be Kishima Kouma from the game Melty Blood (he also features briefly in Tsukihime), and showed me Ryougi. I had always wanted to make a kimono and really liked her overall design so I put a lot into this costume!

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I chose to use an Le Tigre Long from Arda Wigs in Dark Purple (023) because I'm using the very detailed figurine as my main reference source and it's hair is faintly purple. In most lighting, it will look dark brown or black.

I used Simplicity's kimono pattern (4080) for the cotton under kimono and main, silk, furisode kimono. Sadly, I couldn't find perfectly matching fabric for it, but I hope it's close enough (it's a poly silk). I'm not using any pattern for making the obi (brocade) though I learned how to tie the obi into a tateya musubi knot which is the knot on both the figurine and from what I've seen in her anime. I also got material for the obijime (cord from eJoyce), obiage (scarf; crepe), and obiita (simple cardboard with yarn ties).

The sword (Kanesada Kuji) is made out of pine (hilt and blade) and balsa (guard) and spray painted. Hilt is wrapped in ribbon. My dad helped me with the cutting and sanding.

For my brother's... I used the Chinese pajama pattern from Folkwear and simple black cotton. Which was also used for pretty much everything else... pants and foot wraps. We actually burned the bottom of his pants because I wanted the effect that he could actually produce fire, like in the game. I used black spandex for the gloves and just traced his hand to make a pattern.

I actually made the clasps from faux pearl buttons and scrap fabric. I kept complaining about how ridiculous Kouma's clasps were and how they don't work like normal Chinese clasps so I just set out to make them myself. And the wig is a Shaggy Wave Wig with Long Bangs in Shadow Blue from Shop Cosplay (Cosplay.com's wig shop).

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Ryougi: Cost: $124 Time: 7 hrs

Kouma: Cost: $79 Time: 12 hrs

[chacha-rouge]

@thecrowsart re the obi knot for 2024 Mononoke's Kusuriuri

I didn't have the right obi type for it, I used a hanhaba obi sash for the grip/strength of the fabric, so the proportions aren't perfect and I haven't nailed the length balance for the ends to stick out equally, but basically I folded some parts in half, some loop de loops, etc. This was before we got a full view of his back from the last trailer so it might need revisions. I'm gonna try making some fukuro obi mock ups for better knot testing, and marking when what fabric starts when, as fukuro obi sashes will sometimes have changes in fabric for cool effects on specific knots, which seems to be the case with this one (thus why it changes from red to purple to checkered) the little knot in the main knot is clearly an obiage, it's orange so highly unlikely to be part of the obi, plus shape is rounder so yeah. Basically this hole thing is like, knot base inspired by actually Tateya musubi knot on a fukuro obi, but the ends of the knot are the tips of the sash, whereas a tateya musubi can't do that the way it's folded.

So yeah this goes a bit crazy

Someone in one of my cosplay servers suggested it might be based off Kabuki obi sashes, which had cords at the ends to tie them faster for theatre changes etc. Kusuriuri's does have a string wrapped around the obijime, so like maybe? But idk, also I'd much rather make a full one piece sash obi than have to un piece how to make a Kabuki inspired sash...

Tho tbh looks more like a cord for the round mirror, so could be wrong

[shesadollette]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ❝ In Blood and Uniform, We Devote Ourselves ❞ ࣪ ˖

Note: Since I won’t be using “hero” and “villain” as their names, here’s how to differentiate between them: hero as the female spy protagonist, villain as the female kitsune (tw: harsh language, slight discriminatory remarks, indications of violence, wartime era background (1943 to be specific)).

꒰ ⨾ ꒱ Total word count: 2,617

᪥⚘ Taglist: @linsyfelisyya, @raiha-storm65557, @kitcathhhh, @dumdumpew6

ʚᰔɞ Prompt by the lovely: @raiha-storm65557 🌷💕 (i tried my best in cooking up smth by blending history with mythological/folklore creature(s)).

╰ ✧₊˚⊹ “Don’t move,” her voice was so gentle despite everything. Even if Hero wanted to disobey, they couldn’t. All they could do was shiver in the cold wind. Why? What’s happening to them? They wanted – no needed - to run away but it felt like their lungs would collapse the second they would move. “You’ll be alright,” Villain whispered in their ear.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆

A Japanese. She recognized the language all too well, alas not from the mysterious voice speaking.

To trust the words of an enemy is akin to jumping into a tiger’s lair unarmed; you are just asking for a dagger to be plunged into your own heart, her instincts whispered.

“Um, excuse me, miss. I’d like to pass through,” her teeth clamored as her quivering voice uttered indifferently. The shivering figure gave the source of voice a clumsy head bow and gripped her coat and scarf tighter, the action did little to stave off the frigid air and hunger of that day in the bitter winter of the year.

She considered her options: if she was getting mugged, she could probably use the dagger. If the stranger was a mere senile woman, she’d best leave her be. If—

Her chin was angled up by fingers less freezing and less shaken than her own.

The young woman caught the lady looming over by her eyes first: raw sienna and upturned. Her middle to lower third ratio possessed a high nose bridge followed by a sharp cupid’s bow on full lips ending with the narrow point of her chin. She felt a certain sense of unease by how her features looked so serenely taut as if pulled by a string, yet the aura emanating from her was uncanny, like it would snap any second.

Ink black hair pulled into a simple neat bun revealed an elegant neck draped around by a rich blue kimono seamlessly flowing down akin to a river at midnight, a maroon obi tied at the waist and an intricate obidome on the obijime. White camellia etchings intertwined and separated in a whirlwind of dance on a sleeve and continued their way down the fabric in a perpetual luscious stream.

Silence perambulated by while both women were still as statues.

The lady hummed softly as her eyes narrowed and her lips reduced to an indiscernible frown. “Such delicate features…” She spoke quite strangely, each word enunciated sharp and constricted, her breaths merely condensed to an imperceptible foggy mist, “At one glance, one might say that you are a huntsman or — likely — a poacher, fleeing away from some sort of conflict.” Nails dug into the young woman’s chin, rotating her face gingerly from side-to-side, deep in scrutinization.

Panic flared and she thought of running. But running seemed more like a wish than a will as her boots were kept rooted in the heap of snow. The desire did not falter since the lady continued regarding her icily, “Times like these make people very desperate to take up such jobs to suffice for their family or themselves, you know? Strange however, since your eyes tell a different story.” She gripped her chin firmly, bringing it front to a stop and stared into her soul. “You do not possess the carnage nor the experience that they carry. So what are you, if not one?” Then, conspiringly, “Are you perhaps a spy?”

Shit. She knows. How did she know? She caught the lady’s wrist in her trembling gloved grip, firmly pushing it aside and backed away with a long stride.

“You ask a lot for somebody who dresses haughtily as such,” scoffed the young woman.

“At such a young age too. How old are you?”

She gritted her teeth, jaw clenching while a shaking fist curled itself and waited just for another slip out of the lady’s lips. Famished and fatigued, her mind was traversing nowhere and everywhere all at once as her patience stood on thin ice.

“I assume you are not one to talk, are you? Ju-ri,” the last two words crawled coolly out of her lips.

Her glare upon hearing her true name being spoken blatantly mitigated, causing angry brows to soften as her fist ceased trembling at once. Her brows flickered uneasily, eyes widening first in shock, then migrating to wonder before finally settling on fear. The air suddenly felt more frigid as her sense of alert woke up.

Not a word once more, only this time, it was heavily tangible.

The lady’s placid sigh broke the wall of frost between them before reaching into her low-hanging sleeve. Manicured fingernails painted in red held the recipient the piece of paper upfront. Slightly torn around the edges with marks of it having been folded repeatedly. The young woman’s quivering hands snatched it.

It was a letter. A home address scribbled and a date: December 20, 1941. Dear Nam Ju-ri, … From, beloved brother Nam Ju-young.

Two years ago, he marked his presence with the faded black ink, two years later he was still never again heard from.

“You dropped it,” the lady’s voice sounded again, only now, her words carried the barest trails of Ju-ri’s mother tongue. The usage nigh gave the young woman some sort of odd comfort from the familiarity. Nigh.

It must have fallen out of her coat pocket since she did not recall ever holding it. She cursed herself internally for not being more vigilant as her fingers fastidiously folded it into the tiniest piece she could manage before shoving it deep into her breast pocket.

“Apologies for the impropriety. You may address me as Lady Yōko. In return for your name through spontaneous means, you shall receive mine.”

Ju-ri’s surge of adrenaline peaked itself on tiptoes through blinds when her tongue reciprocated in Hangul, “Cut the formalities, yeah? I don’t need it. I never gave you mine willingly, you took knowledge of it upon yourself.”

Miss Yōko vacantly eyed her. “I have been met with many people coming from various different backgrounds. Be it swindlers, crooks, perverted soldiers, bastards, whores, so many more. Compared to the majority of them, a lowlife from Joseon smuggling her way out to Japan does not make it any special.”

The young woman’s lips twitched instinctively in aggravation as wry laughter wrung itself out of her lips. She cursed. “You know what I hate the most about people? It’s their sense of knowing-it-all. If you don’t learn to tone that grating pride I swear—” A fist was raised that was meant to be a threat; though, she flunked it too close to the lady’s cheek instead.

She caught her wrist mid-air feasibly. “Was it merely my “pride” or are you just too cowardly to face the truth?”

Ju-ri shifted awkwardly and planted all her strength into wrenching her wrist out albeit the lady’s punishing grip only tightened the more she tried as her fist trembled and trembled. Why… is she not wearing gloves? Is she not afraid of frostbite? The thought slithered idly into the young woman’s mind merely during that slip of the second.

“Why?” mused Miss Yōko. “One man’s blood does not equal another man’s burden. I wonder imploringly why you view us the same way even if some of us may not have taken innocents’ blood on our hands.”

“It’s different when it’s agreed upon by one nation and not because of that man himself!” She dared to glare upon her opponent’s eyes and caught the last second of her pupils dilating and constricting akin to slit pupils of a predator, a dark brow raised prolonging the unspoken question.

Imminent fear surged through her hollow being heavily as her heart palpitated in her ears. Her pride was dragged six feet under as a soft gasp escaped, her fist going limp from the incessantly futile struggle. Miss Yōko looked… terrifying. Predacious, even. Quite fury outlined her usual stagnant features. It began to hurt. It hurt. If she wasn’t wearing a coat perhaps the lady’s nails would’ve dug through her wrist and drew blood. The young woman dipped her head and grimaced as her mouth articulated a strangled noise of surrender so subtle she was almost certain it went past her ears.

The fingers that clamped on her wrist loosened their grip almost immediately. Ju-ri sucked in a breath and moaned softly in pain several times as she staggered back and cradled her aching muscle. “Crazy bitch,” she exhaled harshly through gritted teeth in-between breaths.

The lady’s gaze was on the glimmering snow. Breathing slowly. Eerily still. “He was right after all. You do have a short temper and the tendency to put up a rather undesirable fight.”

“Huh? Who?”

A heartbeat of palpable quietude.

Miss Yōko side-eyed her, “Maeda. He left the inn two years prior. One of my former patrons. You came here for him, did you not?”

Her brows furrowed as the foreign syllables danced in her brain.

“Mae… da?”

The lady flicked her gaze up. Ju-ri blinked, her pupils back to how they were. She held her gaze while nimbly fishing into her collar’s slip and handed a sheet to the young woman, faced down. “Take it,” she prompted, tilting her head when Ju-ri made no further inclination to. “It is yours. He told me to give it to his little sister one day if I ever encountered her searching for him. Seems as if today has finally marked that day to be bountiful.”

A grayscale photograph. Dirt with a suspicious hint of blood speckled sparsely on an upper corner of the flimsy faded sheet. White lines veined from several crinkles yet the implications were crystal: A little girl in a hanbok to the left of a boy a tad taller in height. A hand was across his temple in a salute and the military uniform was too loose-fitting for his small shoulders. Both had wide toothy grins.

They did not have much nevertheless it never was the reason they weren’t content. Father would still come home. Mother wasn’t too ill. She remembered that day so many years prior when the photograph was taken yet never saw it for herself until… her vision stung, either due to the extreme weather or she traversed too close into memory lane.

Maeda… is Ju-young. Ju-young was here before? What a fucking small world they lived in.

Realization dawned upon as the back of her hand was pressed to her runny nose and the other grasped the photograph near her heart. “It should’ve been me…” she whispered, her knees met the snow. “It should’ve been me…” Her figure hunched over while she fisted the crumpled sheet tighter, loose dark hair grazing the snow. “That fool. He could’ve done so much more with his life…”

Several soft exhales passed when she felt a warm weight pressed on her quivering bicep and shot a glance up to find Miss Yōko kneeling in front of her. The lady’s gaze was fixed on Ju-ri’s shuddering cupped fists while her palm worked on to soothe the tense muscle. She flinched away from the touch without a thought. The lady retracted her hand gingerly in return.

“I-I didn’t know. Um—” the young woman sniffled to hinder the weight of her congested voice. She wiped her nose on a sleeve, blinking her eyes away and biting her lip, embarrassed under the scrutiny during her vulnerability. “It’s just that… I never expected him to wear the uniform for real and to be out there on the battlefield, fighting for your country. Unwillingly. He was only fourteen when he left. He could’ve turned twenty-three this year—”

“I never said that he was gone,” elaborated the lady, her stature kempt. “I merely stated that he had left the inn. Although, I have not heard from him again either for a good while.”

“Again? You two write to one another?”

Her long lashes lifted to meet Ju-ri’s while a brow raised itself high. “How should I keep him in touch on whether or not I’ve encountered his other blood?”

“…You mean it? You’d really help him even if he’s… even if we’re…?”

Her gaze softened, a soft exhale escaped her nose. “It’s only a matter of good business. I am also a woman of my word. Naturally, he had a small price to pay in exchange for my aid.”

Ju-ri felt her heart fall to her stomach.

“I consider myself a collector and a tradesperson for that matter. With favor, comes a price. Whatever one has given or traded with me, I shall help them to the very best depending on the amount presented as a remuneration.” She craned her head back, scanning the frosty surroundings and clicking her tongue, “Even we ought to delve ourselves in human affairs when the economy is undoubtedly precarious during the war. It does not matter whose hands I shake, what matters is the art of a chase. The hunt. The thrill of it.”

We? Human affairs? Ju-ri thought it best instead to not question the lady’s peculiar choice of vocabulary.

“But, I do not have anything valuable as of now to give you.”

Miss Yōko kept still, shifting a moment later to lift a knee to stand up feasibly, back facing her. “Perhaps your shocking presence in and of itself should be enough for now. It’s better than finding your rotting corpse engulfed in maggots instead,” she muttered, her head craned imperceptibly but not facing Ju-ri, “He talked of you. Highly. He said that he was sorry for not being able to come home to see you grow up.”

Soft flutters of snowflakes twirled and whirled around them as her zori shuffled several steps forward with shallow crunches, palm reaching out slightly to catch the flakes. “Isn’t it nice to have someone care for you dearly? I fail to fathom how humankind holds one another in such high regard despite their lifespan, in such a gruesome era too. Fascinating…”

Ju-ri endeavored her best to make sense of the lady who might be the only chance of finding her lost blood and as her lashes drifted downward, she caught the lady’s shadow looming over… except it didn’t look quite right. The silhouette was not reminiscent of the lady’s. She scaled the shadow nearly up to its head when the lady swiveled three-quarters around.

“Ju-ri, let us leave.”

Her head shot up directly and a soft “Huh?”

“We have to make haste. I sense an abnormality in the weather. It’s subtle, but it is there. A blizzard at best, if my senses are correct, it’s arriving early.”

“How in the world could you tell?”

“I cannot explain everything as of now, however I’ll only say that I’ve spent longer winters in all of its bitterness. I run an inn several paces away. You ought to warm yourself up and eat your fill. Then, we can talk more inside.”

“Why should I trust you?”

At that, Miss Yōko’s lips twitched, bemused. “The choice however, is always yours, for I do not own you and I believe you might be harboring some sort of prejudice against me. But know this, your brother would not leave traces of him behind without knowing you’d search for him. Either way, you need to stay alive for that, it seems.”

Her zori marked the snow with dense footprints threatened to be covered by capricious winds and snowfall. Ju-ri had to choose, and to choose quickly. But, even options were scarce. She swallowed the heavy lump in her throat and sniffled as she watched the lady walking further away without a glance behind.

The photograph was shoved brashly in another pocket. Gloved palms pressed on snow momentarily and a forefinger twitched before her leg made the first inclination to stagger up. She wiped her eyes and nose on a sleeve before fixing her scarf and sniffling. Her boot slumped heavily to stumble after the lady.

What hope — or unlikely — trust, meant for Ju-ri she never knew, but the figure shrouded by snowflakes a few feet away may be her very first flicker in almost an entire decade of desolation.

[shinnogi]

      we can never be gods, after all - but we can become something less than human with frightening ease [...] the knives that will slaughter heaven, our heads bloody but unbowed [...] for ours is a fate worse than death...

      𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 ( @gcldess ) ━ ❛  you look really pretty right now.  ❜ @ mikoto, she just wants to be nice to moms

      Gentle laughter escapes Mikoto's delicate lips, cheeks flushed as the girl's compliment made her feel warm inside. It was rare for Mikoto to dress up, or even attend public events but her husband had hinted that it would be important for her to do so. And thus she found herself dressed in her finest kimono - a navy blue fabric decorated with white lilies, highlighted by the champagne coloured haneri underneath, a black obi decorated with crescent moons tied with a red obijime. All completed by the Uchiha symbol embroidered in the back between her shoulder blades. Her face tastefully embellished by makeup she had applied while pouting and complaining to her poor husband.

      ❛  Thank you, Pucca-chan.  ❜ Mikoto smiled down at the young girl. ❛  Pucca-chan is also very pretty.  ❜ The Uchiha matriarch fought the urge to pinch the girl's cheeks, she hoped Pucca would stay in Konoha a little longer after the festivities, she would love to get to know her better. She was such an adorable girl.

      ❛  Are you having fun, sweetie?  ❜ Festivals were where the shinobi children could run wild and have the opportunity to be children for once, she was unsure if the young girl in front of her was a shinobi, but if not, she was simply a child. And Mikoto wished for her to enjoy herself during that peaceful day. ❛  My children have unfortunately abandoned me today, but if you'd like, I can show you the best spots for a snack.  ❜ 

[kimonotsuki]

Gothic Elegance

Monochrome outfits that focus on texture and light have always caught my attention, but pieces like that don't tend to show up on the secondary market very often. I decided I would just go ahead and work with what I've got, and I'm very glad I did! It was a bear to take photos of, and they don't show the depth and richness of all these blacks and textures combined, but hopefully the close-ups help a bit. I started with my juban with the black ruffle trim, which pretty much determined the colour of my outfit. I have to admit, it made my inner goth very happy. The mofuku kimono is smooth and solid, but it's such a rich silk that it has an almost reflective quality which brings in another layer of tones and textures. I also added a black lace collar underneath everything, which adds to that gothic Victorian vibe and works so well. I really love the look of a lace collar under kimono and I'm glad I've invested in a black one now. I bought a roll of eyelet lace and temporarily affixed it to a mofuku obi for another layer of lacy texture, and I could not love how it turned out more. I want to do it to a bunch of other obi now where it's more visible. Black obiage and obijime finish off the outfit. I'm not thrilled with how poofy the ohashori is here, because there's so much excess fabric from the hiked-up hem of the kimono, but aside from that everything turned out exactly how I'd pictured it in my mind! Read the full article

[meskimonos]

kimono

Le renouveau du kimono : un regain d'intérêt pour le costume national japonais

Le processus de fabrication du kimono est un véritable témoignage de l'art et du savoir-faire d'artisans qualifiés. La création d'un kimono traditionnel implique des méthodes complexes similaires à la peinture à la main, à la teinture et à la broderie. Les motifs et les motifs sont méticuleusement choisis, chacun symbolisant différentes caractéristiques de la nature, de la mythologie ou de la signification culturelle. Pour les événements formels, les kimonos sont parfois portés avec de nombreux équipements, correspondant aux kanzashi (épingles à cheveux ornementales), obijime (cordons décoratifs pour l'obi) , et obiage (foulards noués sur le buste). Ces équipements complètent l'ensemble et ajoutent une touche supplémentaire de magnificence. Le kimono a également impressionné de nombreux designers et artistes de style moderne dans le monde entier. Sa silhouette intemporelle et ses motifs fascinants ont été réinventés dans des collections de vêtements à la mode, des défilés de haute couture et même des vêtements de cérémonie de mariage occidentaux. Au-delà de son influence tendance, le kimono a également laissé un impact sur de nombreux types d'œuvres d'art. Il a fait l'objet de peintures, de poésie, de littérature et de théâtre, tous reflétant les profondes racines culturelles qu'il détient au Japon. Ces dernières années, il y a eu un mouvement croissant pour protéger et promouvoir l'art standard de la fabrication du kimono. Des organisations et des ateliers dédiés à l'éducation des capacités liées au kimono ont vu le jour, garantissant que cet artisanat séculaire continue d'être transmis aux générations futures.

En conclusion, le kimono représente bien plus qu'un simple vêtement. C'est un symbole du riche patrimoine culturel, de l'art et du sens des coutumes du Japon. Son attrait durable, à la fois au Japon et dans le monde, témoigne de l'impact profond qu'il a eu sur le monde de la mode et de l'art. En appréciant et en comprenant l'émerveillement et l'histoire du kimono, nous pouvons embrasser le facteur brillant de la diversité et nous amuser de la fusion de la coutume et de la modernité. Le kimono a également joué une grande place dans le passé historique et les normes sociales du Japon. Dans le passé, le style, le tissu et les couleurs du kimono étaient strictement réglementés principalement en fonction de l'âge, de la situation matrimoniale et du statut social. Cette adhésion aux protocoles vestimentaires symbolisait le respect des coutumes et de la hiérarchie dans la société japonaise. Bien que l'utilisation régulière des kimonos ait diminué au fil du temps, il existe néanmoins des événements spéciaux où les gens les portent pour honorer la tradition et célébrer des occasions culturelles.

Des cérémonies comme les mariages, les cérémonies du thé et les cérémonies de passage à l'âge adulte (Seijin no Hi) voient souvent des individus revêtir la magnifique tenue de kimonos. De plus, l'attrait des kimonos s'étend au monde des loisirs. Les geishas, ​​artistes féminines conventionnelles au Japon, portent des kimonos élaborés dans le cadre de leur apparence emblématique. La grâce et le raffinement de la tradition geisha ont encore popularisé l'image du kimono au Japon et à l'étranger. Les motifs fascinants ont été adaptés aux textiles d'ameublement, au papier peint et à d'autres objets décoratifs, apportant une touche de magnificence japonaise aux maisons et aux régions du monde entier. Comme pour tout échange culturel, il est essentiel d'aborder l'appréciation et l'adoption de style kimono et conçoit avec sensibilité et respect pour ses origines culturelles. Comprendre l'histoire, la signification et le bon usage des kimonos est essentiel pour éviter l'appropriation culturelle et vendre la compréhension interculturelle.

[crimsonfic]

Tengen Uzui Fanfiction-

Beautiful Radiant Light

Foreign Demon Slayer Y/N

Subjects: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Violence, Gore, Death, Blood, Mature Language & Content, other sensitive subjects

9 Chapters

Chapter Five

7.6k words. Contains: Violence, Fluff, Suggestive language

The two months you spent with Ms. Kimi, or as you actually call her, Auntie Kimi, were interesting to say the least. She was a very funny lady, around 45 you guess because she would never tell you her age. She's protested you helping her around her business but you do anyway. She scolded you a lot, telling you you try to do too much, and that you're the perfect example of why she doesn't have kids, because they don't listen even when they grow up. She's made sure to tend to your broken arm, making sure it healed correctly, tending to you after fighting demons and just caring for you overall. She's helped bath you, washed your hair, style your hair, and made sure you ate. She even taught you how to properly wear a kimono and tie your obi and obijime.

She asked about your story and your hometown, and when you told her she hugged you. She asked a lot of questions later, learning about your country and teaching you about hers. She really enjoyed doing your hair. She loved to adorn it with clips and combs, especially with fabric flowers. She would introduce you to the guests staying, as her niece. You had a really great friendship.

She admired you for fighting demons with one arm and always making it back home. When you told her it was easy she would hit you, playfully telling you to be modest.

After only a week there, you noticed a crow flying around overhead when you fought demons. It never reported anything so you assumed it was just a regular crow, signaling death in the air. But it was every single night. It would even follow you back to Auntie Kimi's. The last two weeks there's been no demons in the area, and you still never got a report from the crow sending you to another location so you didn't know what to think about it. Auntie Kimi thought you were crazy when you said there was a crow following you around, until today that is.

"Y/n, you have a letter." She said coming into your room.

"Really?" You asked perplexed.

"Yeah, says y/n l/n. Who knows your last name? You have friends?"

You looked her and faked a laugh. "You know I know some people."

"But they never come to visit. I thought you were lying. You need better friends." She laughed and then handed the letter to you.

"You read it." You told her.

She hit you with the letter. "I taught you how to read this writing! You read it!" She scolded.

You took it from her and opened it. Looking over it she stood silently beside you waiting. "Well? What is it?"

"Hashira training."

"What's that?"

"It's a training to help improve and test the demon slayers skills."

"So you have to travel there. When is it?"

"4 days."

"That's not enough time, we have to prepare." Kimi replied.

"What do you mean? Prepare how?"

"What are you going to wear? I'm sending you away, you have to look nice because you represent me."

You smiled at her. She's so funny, and she clearly loves you.

"I represent you huh?"

"Ah! Hush. You know what I mean. Let's figure this out."

You showed her the haori Hina bought you and told her you wanted to wear this over your uniform. She went to the store nearby and bought fabric so she could make you a headband and hair pins that match. She presented it to you the day that you were leaving. Smiling as she showed them to you, proud of her work and how well they matched.

She tied the headband on you and walked around to look at your face.

"Perfect!" She said smiling at your appearance.

You smiled back. "Thank you. For everything."

"Yeah don't mention it. You helped me too." She told you patting your head.

You walked right into her and hugged her. "I'll miss you!" You said.

She hugged you back, with a nervous laugh and a pat on the back. Sometimes she acts weird with affection.

"You're weird Auntie." You told her as you pulled back.

"Hush!" She hit your arm. "Have fun, be safe, and do your best!"

You bowed, the way she taught you, and said goodbye. She waved at you until you were out of her sight as you walked.

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When you arrived, you saw many faces, that of course you weren't familiar with. To your surprise most of them were children. You definitely didn't want to dwell on that fact, so you made it your mission not to focus on them.

There were many eyes on you, with no one but the Hashira knowing who you were. With you being foreign you're used to the lingering stares, so it didn't bother you.

Currently you were waiting for the training to start, sitting on the ground by yourself. Sanemi walked over to you.

"Sup foreigner!" He said to you.

"Hello." You replied. You know that the way your night ended when you first met didn't give you any room to send shots back his way. You were embarrassed and didn't really want to face him.

"Are you doing better?" He slightly whispered to you.

You were so surprised your head quickly whipped to look up at him. His stance and face didn't show any type of concern, or question, just irritation. If you didn't know any better you would've thought you hallucinated that question.

"I am. T-Thank you?" You said.

"Good. Can't have you being weak during my training session. Give your best so we can have our rematch foreigner."

You nodded to him. "Thank you Sanemi sama." You replied.

His eyes widened and then he nodded with a satisfied smirk on his face. "Hm." He replied and then walked away.

"Whoa, you aren't afraid of the Wind Pillar?" A kid in front of you turned to ask after Sanemi was out of hearing range.

"Nah." You replied.

"Wow. I sometimes see him in my nightmares." He said.

You smiled at his honesty and the slight shiver he gave. "I'm sorry to hear that. That must be awful."

"It is!" He started smiling. "I'm Daisuke."

"Y/n" you introduced yourself.

"That's a nice name. I like that. Do you want to be friends?" He asked.

"Thanks, and I would love that." You told him, smiling at his adorable antics.

"Alright!" He enthused.

He began talking to you about demons he's slayed, about his favorite Hashira, to which some of the other kids near you joined into the conversation.

You watched the way their eyes lit up talking about the highest ranking slayers. You could tell they admired them deeply and wanted to be just like them. You smiled at their youthful excitement, just silently listening, and nodding as your only contribution.

"So how many demons have you killed?" Someone asked you.

"Like 25." You lied

"Whoa, that's incredible."

"What about you?" You asked in return.

They instantly looked away, looking like they didn't want to answer.

"Oh, um like....13."

"That's great!" You encouraged.

Everyone spoke more easily about their accomplishments now. You were enjoying your time with the kiddos when the training started.

"Fellow Slayers! I hope you're ready to get started." Tengen spoke loudly with a smile on his face.

You felt your heartbeat pick up and your palms get sweaty. You've been afraid to look his way since you got here. You didn't know if you could handle being in his presence after everything that happened. Especially given you basically fucked his wife but now you're like strangers. Your face heated up at the thought. You have to act like it never happened. They've probably done the same.

I've gotta move on, you thought to yourself.

"Get ready for the flashiest display of stamina you've ever seen, led by me, your favorite Hashira." He posed as he finished his sentence.

There was almost like a collective swoon that came from the young girls and even some of the boys.

You smiled in amusement.

"I'll start with something easy, just to warm us up. 400 jumping jacks right now! Go go go!" He said as he started to do them as well.

There were some groans and expressions of surprise but you saw that everyone was trying. Tengen was talking, encouraging people to keep going, asking how they think they can keep up with the demons if they can't handle 400 puny jumps.

When you made it to the end, not even half of the people there were standing. All the Hashira were though. You were a little sore honestly but not extremely tired.

"We've got a course ahead of us, you may have to jump or crawl or roll, so get ready, and we're running the whole way. This time of me talking was your break now let's go!"

Tengen took off in the direction of the woods. It was a little difficult to be surrounded by people while doing this. People were certainly gonna push at the points where we have to jump. You sped up, wanting to get away from people. However, you slowed down once you saw how close you got to Tengen and the other Hashira.

At the end, you had passed the stamina test. You felt eyes on you, and decided to ignore them completely, turning to check on Daisuke who found you and came over to you. "Good job y/n!" He said exasperated giving you a hi-five.

"Yeah good job y/n." Tengen's voice boomed from beside you. You didn't hear him come over at all. Daisuke's eyes practically bulged out of his sockets.

"Thanks." You said to the both of them. You kept your eyes off of Tengen. Thank goodness for Daisuke.

"You know the Sound Hashira?" He asked in astonishment.

"Yes. We're good friends." Tengen answered before you could.

"Oh, that's incredible sir." Daisuke bowed to Tengen like 3 times. "I'm good friends with y/n too."

You smiled at that statement.

"Is that so?" Tengen asked.

"Yes Mr Uzui Tengen sir!" He bowed again.

"Oh, well what is your name y/n's friend?"

"Daisuke sir!"

"Nice to meet you Daisuke." Tengen smiled at him.

You finally looked at Tengen. He wasn't being mean or sarcastic. He meant what he said. Tengen's eyes met yours and he smiled brighter.

"I'm thinking I'll stay near you guys for the next test. Is that okay?"

"Yes of course sir!" Daisuke answered.

"Cool." Tengen replied before folding his arms and turning to face the front.

"You okay, you're looking a little green." You asked Daisuke.

"Yeah, it'll pass! I just get sick when I'm overworked. No offense Mr. Uzui." Daisuke said

Tengen's laughed boomed, drawing the attention of everyone around. "None taken little guy!" He patted his shoulder, causing Daisuke to rock forward.

You put your arm out, catching him by his other shoulder. "You're really strong Mr. Uzui." Daisuke mumbled out. Wincing a bit.

"Thanks!" He replied flexing his muscles, oblivious that he caused Daisuke pain.

"Okay everyone I hope you're ready. Follow my lead and do your best." Mitsuri called out to everyone.

The flexibility test was fine. It pushed you a bit but you succeeded in making it to the end without having to stop or getting hurt. There were many times during the test you and Tengen made eye contact. He would smile at you every single time. He was so enthusiastic. A contrast from the last time you saw him. He was almost stoic and reserved last time, maybe a tad bit grumpy too.

"Good job Daisuke." You told him, giving him a high five like he did for you last time.

He smiled, a blush forming on his cheeks. "Same to you y/n"

"What about me?" Tengen asked you holding his hand up.

"Good job Tengen sama." You said hitting his hand. He closed his hand around yours when they connected. You froze momentarily at the action.

Beside you guys Daisuke's mouth popped open in surprise.

You gently pulled your arm back but Tengen didn't let go of your hand just yet. He smiled, oblivious to the scene he was causing. You laughed awkwardly, shifting your weight to one side. Your heart beginning to race at the thought of the rumors that this action of his could create.

Your hand was released and then you clasped them together in front of you.

"The quick movement test should be fun. Muichiro is about your age." Tengen said to Daisuke, luckily helping to relieve the awkward tension.

"Oh yeah. He's so amazing. I didn't even know what a demon slayer was when I was 14." Daisuke answered.

"Wait you're not 14? How old are you?" Tengen asked.

"I'm 16 sir." Daisuke said.

Tengen stepped closer to him, looking him over.

"Hmm. You're quite small." He said.

He's so weird, you thought to yourself. Daisuke looks his age and is about typical height for his age in this country.

Daisuke practically squeaked under Tengen's intense scrutiny over his size.

"Everyone can't be gigantic like you." You told him, trying to help Daisuke out from under that gaze.

"You grew up around small boys too?" Tengen laughed, his gaze now on you.

"No, the average height for boys and men where I'm from is quite taller than here." You told him.

"Oh really?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Tall like me?"

"No, shorter. But not too much. I did call you gigantic for a reason." You joked.

"Good. So I'll remain flashy everywhere I go." He started posing.

Yeah very weird.

Muichiro got the quick movement training started. It was quite difficult to hear him, but luckily with Tengen's help he was able to tell you. As the training went on you got quicker and quicker. It surprised you! You were moving quicker than you ever remember. Honestly you didn't know you were capable.

For the sword skill revision you didn't do too well. You don't usually fight with a sword, the way you fight with your spear is very different. The swords that you do have, are very different from the swords found here. Like your akrafeena, your ngulu, and makraka are all curved and you have to hold them all differently. You do have a Takoba, but it's more straight, and your flyssa sword is incredibly long, with a very narrow tip. You have to change your stance and attack style with everything that you use. With all that experience with different weapons you didn't really anticipate it would be so difficult to grasp things that most here consider basic. You did learn a lot though. Maybe after this you would do better.

When the pounding training was starting you could feel the tension and fear grow exponentially. Sanemi was hurling insults left and right. People were scared to even fight their opponents.

"Hey foreigner get over here, you're my partner."

"Is that fair? Can he do that? He's a Hashira!" Daisuke whispered to you in a panic.

You're not afraid to fight Sanemi, but you did think the Hashira should fight the Hashira, or partners should be equally skilled, even though that may defeat the purpose of improving.

Tengen's laugh boomed out. "Shutup Uzui! Get over here foreigner. None of you even think about interrupting this fight this time."

"Oh god, he's terrifying. Y/n" Daisuke clutched onto your arm. "I don't want him to hurt you." You smiled and patted his head.

"He's not really that scary. Think of him as an angry toddler. That's how I see him." You told him.

Daisuke started laughing but tensed up when he noticed Sanemi was still looking in your direction.

"What are you all staring at me for? Fight! Obliterate your enemy!" Sanemi yelled to everyone. They started fighting, more incessant now. Only a few people weren't phased by his outburst to begin with.

"Come Daisuke, let's fight." Tengen said to him.

He definitely squeaked this time. "O-okay" he answered.

"Good luck y/n." He added before letting me go.

"You too. Kick his ass." You winked at Daisuke and smirked at Tengen playfully.

"Yes ma'am." He gulped and readied himself.

Tengen laughed, watching you walk away before he turned to Daisuke.

"It's about damn time foreigner! I'm gonna pummel your ass!" Sanemi sneered when you approached

"Mhm." You replied.

You didn't even get to ready yourself before he came at you.

Just like last time, you dodged it. Moving in a way that it wasn't apparent you were going to dodge until the last second. His eyes narrowed as he swung at you with his other fist.

"Don't start that shit again! It's pounding training damn it! Take a hit!"

You already dodged the second one, and could see he was coming in with another one, you thought about letting it connect but didn't. He didn't seem like the type of person that would take you letting him strike you well. He'd probably explode.

"Pay attention to me! Get out of your head!" He growled.

Eyes widening in surprise you laughed. You switched your tactic too. Instead of just dodging it you blocked them. Maybe he would relax. Your laugh louder at the new thought you had.

Sanemi didn't like that, and the punch he threw at you that you blocked almost broke your finger. You could see the crazed look in his eyes grow.

You continued blocking anyway. You had to move fast because Sanemi was like a bat out of hell. Not to mention the extra wind behind his blows. It was exhausting and painful. You knew you would have tons of bruises tomorrow. You two fought longer than everybody else, since other people had partners who ran out of stamina or cared about their partners, but of course not with Sanemi. When he told you he would kill you was the first time you actually hit him. It annoyed you that he says that so causally to people. However that excited him, you hitting him, resulting in you both increasing your speeds and attacks.

You wanted it to end so badly but you knew it wouldn't as more time passed. With no end in sight, you decided you would have to be the one to put a stop to it so you kicked him and he caught it.

He was about to throw you, but mid pull he let go, his eyes angry.

"You let me do that!" He said.

You smiled and he pushed you back. Still playing your role you fell down on the ground instead of catching yourself.

"Good job foreigner, but don't ever do that again." He growled in his angry voice.

"Sure thing Sanemi sama." You said.

He crossed his arms and walked away. Before you could get up Tengen held his hand out to you.

"Thanks" you said as you stood.

"Anytime. That was an admirable battle there." He said to you, his head cocked to the side.

"I guess. He's crazy, I just made sure not to upset him this time." You brushed the gravel off the back of your legs.

"Yeah, he is. I think you're gonna be his new bestfriend." He replied.

You laughed. "That would be only so he can beat on me."

"What are you doing later?" He asked you suddenly.

Surprised you responded. "Um...going home?"

"Home?" He asked a concerned look on his face.

"Yes. I've been staying at this room and board-"

Relief washed over his feautures, "Oh!" He cut you off.

"I thought you meant....away. Your old home."

"Ah, I see." You replied.

"Do you think Ms Kimi would miss you too much if you don't go home tonight?" He asked.

Your brows knitted together in confusion. "How do you know where I'm staying?"

Tengen's eyes didn't change but his smile did drop.

Now you just stood staring at each other, waiting for him to speak.

Then it hit you. The crow. The one that always followed you home.

"Were you spying on me?"

"Yes." He answered you simply.

All you could do was laugh. It's the fact that he had no shame for having his bird watching you every night.

He began laughing too.

You covered your mouth, holding in your laughter so you could finally respond to his question.

"She would probably be worried. Why?"

"I wanted to see if you wanted to come over for dinner. I can send a message to her to let her know you're okay." He replied.

Your heart skipped a beat and butterflies instantly invaded your stomach. This is the most you've talked to Tengen, and he's very direct. It felt like you couldn't say no, but you weren't sure you should go to their house either.

Noticing the way you were hesitating to respond Tengen stepped closer to you. In fact, you were almost toe to toe. His arms crossed and his large frame towering over you. He spoke quietly, where only you two could hear. "We miss you."

He held your gaze, not moving an inch. You couldn't even speak. You've thought about them a lot. You're bonded to them in a way you're not to anyone else on the planet, so you did miss them. However you weren't sure you were ready to be 4 peoples...girlfriend? Or if they were even ready for that considering the way they were acting before.

"I owe you an apology and would love to apologize the right way." He said quietly again.

As you debated what to say you were interrupted when they announced they would be starting the muscle reinforcement training.

Everyone began following Gyomei to the location for his training. Tengen didn't even move. Still waiting for your response.

"Okay. I'll come over." You told him. His responding smile was dazzling.

"Good." He replied.

You both followed to the location, you making your way over to Daisuke when you spotted him.

This time, let's say the both of you were not enthused about the tasks you had to do. Daisuke was sure he'd die, and you thought you would at least break or strain something.

Gyomei was incredibly strong, but there's no way they expect you guys to be able to do what he can. He's huge! This was insane. They wanted you to endure crazy amounts of weight and pain.

You did not do well on this portion and you were okay with that to an extent, because you tried your best and gave all you had. Now you knew you needed to work hard to build more muscle and strength.

Once the training was over and everyone was free to go, you and the Hashira were summoned by Kagaya.

You said your goodbyes to Daisuke, promising to go on some missions together when you could. When you made it to where Kagaya was waiting you saw the swords craftsman there too. You were wondering why you were here once again, with the Hashira.

"Hello my children. I've brought you all here to witness what I believe will be a first in our history of the demon slayer corps. I'll get straight to the point as you have all had a long day. Y/n, a sword has been crafted for you, as a gift from the corps to you for joining us. Now I know that your weapons have sentimental value and have been instilled with spiritual power strong enough to kill demons, which still blows me away I wish I could meet the people with the skill to do that, but after the meeting, I will present to you an offer that's entirely up to you to accept or not."

"If you could please present y/n with the sword."

The swordsman walked over to you, bowed and handed you the sword.

You bowed as you accepted the sword.

"Please do us the honor, of unsheathing the sword before us." Kagaya said.

Slowly you pulled the sword out. It was a very narrow double edge sword. It glistened in the light beautifully. Then, to your surprise it started to change from silver.

You watched in shock as the blade turned color like magic, right before your eyes.

The swordsmith in front of you jumped back in surprise and then gasped. "What does this mean?"

You just looked at him, you too were confused.

"That's never happened before has it? What does that mean?" Obanai said quietly.

"It's beautiful." Mitsuri said.

"I knew it." Kagaya said with a smile on his face.

Your blade had turned all the colors of the rainbow. The colors melded together beautifully. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet all swirled vividly on the sword.

"Master what does this mean?" Kyojuro asked.

"She has the power of light." Kagaya stated simply, as if it made the most sense in the world.

"I'm sorry, I'm still confused." You said.

"Y/n, when you shared with me that you saw light, at that most unfortunate time, I knew that had a deeper meaning. Any other person, would've blacked out with rage, but you....you saw light. You have the power of light inside of you. I believe that under extreme circumstances, you can move at the speed of light. You don't remember it, can't see it, or even feel it because its faster than our human minds can comprehend. Your sword, is reflecting the rainbow, because you hold the power of light inside of you."

Everyone's eyes were wide with surprise. This was new for all of you. It honestly sounded like a fairytale. But then again, demons did too.

"WOW!" Kyojuro exclaimed.

"That's amazing! You're so knowledgeable Master. We wouldn't have ever known." Mitsuri said, awe apparent in her tone.

"This is the flashiest display of power I've ever seen in my life!" Tengen exclaimed.

"It is pretty amazing." Shinobu said.

You were still just standing there, mouth open as you stared at the sword. Light? Power of light? There's no way.

"I am starting to feel that this is overwhelming. This is big news, and a major adjustment for y/n, I may need to push the next announcement back for tomorrow."

"Foreigner, hello? You there?" Sanemi said.

You blinked. And blinked again.

"We can continue. I'm okay." You said finally.

Sanemi smirked.

"Okay, well...after all of the research from witnesses, your home country, and your notes have been transcribed, I would like to inform you, all of you, that y/n is indeed Hashira rank. In fact, the number of demons you have killed exceed 3 times that required to be a Hashira, and it was confirmed that your father was indeed a highly skilled demon with rare abilities that date back thousands of years in your homeland. He lived many lives and you managed to defeat him while no one else in your whole continent ever could. You've achieved 2 requirements to be Hashira."

"What!?" Obanai said.

"What a glorious feat. Bless you y/n for the work you've done to rid the world of evil." Gyomei chimed in.

"Her father was a demon?" Sanemi screeched.

"How could that be?" Muichiro asked.

"That's the rare ability he possessed. He was also able to walk around in daylight with no issue. It's one of the warmest and sunniest places in all of the world, he might have evolved over time? Or there could be different types of demons. We don't understand it either." Kagaya said.

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Tengen's POV

I watched y/n closely as they mentioned her father. I saw no signs of her relapsing into grief so I remained where I was and just listened to all that was being said.

After Master Kagaya's final announcement, we agreed to celebrate her induction. We held it at his estate, so it would be easiest.

We don't all get along, Tomioka doesn't even talk much, Muichiro is quiet, and Sanemi is a nuisance but we do support each other. Everyone welcomed y/n kindly. Even Sanemi has been nicer to her than he ever is to people, since the first night.

During our makeshift party he spoke to her a lot. He didn't growl or yell at her as much either. They seemed like they were fast friends. I pulled him aside for a moment.

"You seem to really like y/n"

"I don't like anyone you moron."

"Of course Sanemi, but I mean intimately. You seem fond of her."

His eyes widened momentarily. "Don't tell me you're doing what I think you're doing?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You tool. I don't like y/n. I'm not an idiot."

"What does that mean?"

"Oh calm down, no one's insulting her, I know that you like her Uzui, it's clear as day, we all know it. Now leave me alone big dummy." Sanemi said

My eyes widened before I quickly recovered, keeping my face neutral. "Clear as day?"

"Ugh, I said leave me alone idiot." Sanemi growled leaving me standing where I was.

When I sat back down, beside y/n, I began looking around at everyone. Clear as day? There's no way.

There was a moment y/n excused herself to go to the bathroom and I took that opportunity to ask Rengoku what he thought. "Hey, Kyojuro, does it seem like I'm into y/n?"

"Yes!" He said in his usual loud tone. "Very much so."

Hmm. I thought crossing my arms.

"Tomioka...." I called looking over in his direction. He didn't even look at me.

"Yes. It's obvious."

"Were you eavesdropping on my question to Kyojuro?"

"You're loud."

"I was not."

"You were loud." Mitsuri laughed.

My eyes shifted to her, covering her mouth trying to keep her laugh under control. "Sorry." She added.

"Well if it was supposed to be a secret you aren't doing a very good job hiding it." Shinobu added.

"Today, I felt you were very close to her, drooling, and sending Sanemi glares." Gyomei said.

Everyone started laughing. Rengoku the loudest of all. Even Sanemi and Tomioka cracked a smile.

"Ok enough, she's coming back." I told them.

Their laughs got louder. They were being very uncool right now.

"What's so funny?" Y/n asked as she sat down, looking at me directly. The question was just for me.

"Well-." Muichiro began.

"We were laughing about how Sanemi wants to be besties with you." I grinned as I spoke over Muichiro.

"Hey dipshit-" his sentence was drowned out by the booming laughs of the other Hashira.

Y/n made a face, one of disbelief mixed with humor.

"I'll kick all of your asses! I don't need friends!" Sanemi shouted.

"But you want them don't you?" Shinobu teased. The laughs continued.

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I was walking home with y/n now. She insisted on stopping by her "home" as she called it, instead of sending a crow carrier, since we had to pass it anyway.

"So...you enjoyed your time at this place?"

"I did. Ms. Kimi is funny and kind. We have fun together."

"Hm...that's nice."

"Yeah."

"So, did you think about me?"

She opened her mouth to answer and I had to cut her off. I'm sure if she did, it wasn't pleasant, considering she left. "Nevermind, don't answer that." I said.

I could see she was biting her lip, it looked like she was contemplating something.

"What is it?" I asked

"I...I thought about you." She paused for a second before she continued. "I thought about how you were lucky, and didn't realize how great all of your wives were. I thought about how you were hot and cold to me, and sending mixed signals, and I thought about how I knew you could hear me leaving....but you didn't say anything. So I felt like I made the right decision"

I stopped walking. When she stopped and faced me I reached for her hand.

"I'm so sorry. I was....jealous. I was jealous that my wives were getting time with you and I wasn't. I regret the way I acted. I wanted to get to know you... intimately too, and got impatient. Im used to getting what I want, and didn't know how to act when I wasn't having my way. And I wanted to stop you from leaving, but I had to make it up to Suma, I just....at the time...couldn't take my attention from her. I-"

She put her hand up to stop me.

"It's okay. I appreciate the apology. I also thought about how it had to be difficult to share. I don't think any of us were ready for that, and I was encroaching on what's yours and you were just trying to be nice-"

"No. You didn't encroach on anything. It's yours too, I, we, want you to be part of our lives too. I've done away with my selfish ways." I told her.

"You know what else I thought about? How you were so kind to me. How you brought me to your house, how you looked out for me, how you made sure I felt safe and had a home." Tears brimmed in her eyes.

I placed my hands on her cheeks. I didn't want to see her cry anymore.

"I honestly just was feeling bad, I was the one complicating your lives I made everything messy when I started liking Makio and we had sex, I'm sorry." She dropped her head.

I lifted her head up. "Don't apologize to me, when you've done nothing wrong. Secondly, don't ever apologize for what you and Makio did. It was mm...hot. I wish- nevermind. I'll save those thoughts for later. But I'm sorry I was listening in and-"

A small chuckle left her mouth.

"What?" I asked.

"This is the longest apology ever. We just keep saying sorry." She smiled.

I laughed. She's right. "We're so good at this." I smiled. "Let's hurry and get home." I dropped my hands from her face and grabbed her hand again.

We were right around the corner of her second "home".

When we got there Ms. Kimi came down the stairs quickly. "Ah, y/n how was- Oh who is this?" She stopped on the stairs.

"Hey, this is Tengen Uzui, Sound Hashira of the demon slayer corps."

"Ah, important! And this handsome Uzui walked you all the way home? That's very nice." she said.

"Thank you Ms. With all due respect, I'll be asking y/n to come back with me." I told her politely.

"Oh, for the night? Like a sleepover?" She winked at y/n quickly.

Laughing, I responded "No, I mean for good."

"Whoa, wait, Tengen I can't just....leave this suddenly." Y/n said, her eyes widened in surprised.

"You have a home." I shrugged.

"Ah, y/n, it's okay. We can talk tomorrow? Come, come get your things." Ms Kimi said turning back around and going up the stairs. Y/n followed behind her sending me a look.

I just smiled and crossed my arms, waiting for her to finish.

I could hear them upstairs, Ms. Kimi was asking her how come she didn't tell her she had a boyfriend, it wasn't proper for a lady to spend the night with a man without him getting permission from her guardians, then she said she didn't care because he was so handsome, y/n could go anywhere with me. I had honest eyes and a great body. Y/n told her I didn't live far and so Ms. Kimi said it's okay for her to move out as long as she promises to come visit once a week. Y/n promised, and then they started to come back down the stairs.

"This is more than you left with." I said taking y/n's bags from her.

"Yes Ms. Kimi made and purchased a few things for me." Y/n said.

"Ms. Kimi thank you for all the kindness you've shown y/n. Thank you for caring for her in my absence." I switched her bags over to one hand and then pulled out my money bag. I held the whole bag out to her. "Is this enough to cover her stay here? The food and supplies too?"

She looked inside the bag and made a noise of surprise. "Oh no no no, this is too much. Her stay was paid for already." She tried to hand it back.

"That's yours Ms. Kimi. I insist that you accept." I winked at her and she gasped. A smile appearing on her face.

"Okay, if you insist Mr. Uzui. Have a good night. Y/n see you tomorrow."

"You didn't have to do that. I'll pay you back." Y/n said as we walked home finally.

"I did. She took care of you for me." I said.

Y/n smiled but didn't say anything.

When we made it to our house, y/n paused on the porch.

I paused before opening the door. "Ready?"

When she nodded I stepped inside and slid off my shoes.

"Hello wives!" I said seeing Makio, Hina, and Suma all lounging around the main room.

"Hi Tengen san." They replied almost immediately.

Finally y/n stepped in, placing her shoes down.

There was a collective pause, before squeals and screams were heard.

"Y/n!" Suma cried happily.

As I sat y/n bags down, I watched them come over. Makio ran right into y/n arms, jumping on her, y/n had to catch her and rocked back just a bit but steadied herself almost immediately.

Damn that's hot. I thought to myself seeing Makio's legs wrapped around her and y/n's arms under her butt holding her up.

"You're back!" She said happily, surprise in her tone.

"Yeah." Y/n laughed

"I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye. I missed you so much." Makio kissed her on her lips swiftly before jumping down.

Suma ran over to her next and hugged her tight. "Thank you for coming back." The tears in her eyes threatening to fall but she tried to hold them back.

"Yeah, Tengen made it easy." Y/n replied with her smile growing.

"Oh Tengen!" Suma cried running to me. I held my arms out for her. Her tears fell this time, causing me to laugh as I hugged her back.

Hina walked over to y/n. "I knew you'd come back." She smiled.

"You did." Y/n replied. Hina seemed hesitant to touch y/n, but Makio pushed her into y/n, causing a small blush to appear on her face. Y/n wrapped her arms around Hina first. This put a huge smile on my face.

Hina hugged her back, laying her head in the crook of y/n's neck.

"Aww yaaay!" Exclaimed Suma, pulling me over to them and initiating a group hug.

My laughter rang out louder than theirs. Everything just felt right. It was an odd feeling in the house after y/n left. It's like our souls connected as she healed here and shared her life story directly with us. Our home would've never been the same again.

"So how was the Hashira training guys?" Makio asked pulling back from the group hug.

"Oh yeah! How did it go?" Hina added stepping back as well.

"So much happened! It was one of the most flamboyant trainings yet!" I said as I walked hand in hand with Suma to one of the couches.

Hina, Makio, and y/n followed, sitting on the pillows nearest the couch I sat on.

"Y/n didn't get tired at all! You know I tried to get all the weaklings riled up when I started. There were a few mizunoto that excelled too. Surprising because they've been so weak lately. Oh and Rengoku, he was excellent. Almost as good as me."

"Oh y/n Tengen has a little man crush on Rengoku if you haven't noticed yet." Makio said

"He's an admirable man. Very flamboyant! Not a crush though." I clarified in case y/n believed her.

I recalled all the flashy events with y/n chiming in here and there, making sure to save the best for last.

"Also, our y/n is....something like a legend."

"Oh really?" Suma asked sitting up more, looking at y/n.

"Yeah, she apparently is so flashy, so unique, so glamorous, and so dazzling, that she has a unique power. We don't even know if it's a breathing technique that's why we're saying power! It's never been heard of in the history of ever!"

Suma's eyes grew impossibly larger with all the building up I was doing. She was bouncing in her seat.

"Okay?" Makio said, her eyes wide in anticipation.

"She has, according to Master Kagaya, the power of light inside her. Her sword turned into this ostentatious array of colors when she held it. And remember when she told us she saw white light, instead of blacking out? It's because she can move as fast as the speed of light!" I enthused. I was standing up bouncing on the balls of my feet, feeling rejuvenated just from discussing her power.

"What!" Hina said now standing too.

"Oh my goodness y/n!" Suma exclaimed.

"Show us your sword!" Makio said "this is beyond cool!"

Y/n grabbed her sword and unsheathed it. My smile grew as I stared in awe at it. It may even be more incredible than mine.

"That's beautiful!" Suma said.

"Wow!" Hina said.

"Oh! And guess who's the newest Hashira?" I said.

Makio gasped. "Are you a Hashira?" She turned to look at y/n.

Y/n nodded her head. A sheepish look on her face. Probably shying away from all the attention.

"That's incredible!" Suma wailed running over to y/n, bouncing in front of her until y/n put her sword away. When she did Suma hugged her. "Yaaay y/n!" She laughed and smiled.

My heart was pumping crazily at all the excitement and seeing the glee Suma had for y/n's accomplishments.

"Oh dear." Hina said quietly.

Makio was silent now. A mix between sadness and happiness on her face.

"What's wrong?" Y/n asked them.

"It's just, really scary. I'm sorry. There's more risk now."

"But didn't you hear what Tengen sama said?" Suma practically shrieked, her enthusiasm distorting her voice. "She's super fast! She's almost untouchable. When things get really bad that cool power is gonna protect her."

And you know what. Suma was right. I had so much faith in y/n's ability to survive because she did it already! I've seen her fight, and I've seen her skill. She will be fine. Suma was turning me on seeing the bigger picture, and supporting y/n so unwaveringly.

I walked over to Suma and hugged her from behind.

"You're so right Suma." I told her. I could feel her smile grow.

Y/n was still holding her hand as she looked over at Makio and Hina.

"Please don't worry about me. I promise to be careful and smart." Y/n told them.

"It's easier said than done. I'm trying to be happy for you, but it's hard." Makio replied.

"Well, try harder." Y/n smirked at her.

Geez. Has she always been like this? Yes. Yes she has. The first sentences she spoke outside of her name was a witty remark to Sanemi. Oh and the way she spoke to that demon. She's so fucking witty and scintillating it's sexy.

"We'll do our best." Hina said, a smile playing on her lips even though there was still worry in her eyes.

"Would you feel better if you saw me fight?" Y/n suggested.

"Maybe." Makio said.

"Okay, well I'll make it happen. Right Tengen?" Y/n asked.

"Right!" I replied. Was she asking my permission? Was she saying she wanted to fight with me? Was she asking me to make it happen? I'm not sure but whatever it was her asking me and including me? Was adding to me being riled up.

"Is there anymore news to share?" Hina asked.

Y/n and I both shook our heads in unison.

"You ate before coming home right?" She said

"Yes." Y/n replied.

"Well, I'll get your bath ready. You've had a long day." She went up stairs.

"I'll change the linens." Makio added, following Hina upstairs not long after.

"Do you think they're mad?" Y/n asked both Suma and I.

"No, just worried. I don't think they understand really what Tengen and Ubuyashiki are saying about your skills." Suma said.

"You're so perceptive Suma." I said as I kissed the top of her head, still holding her in my arms.

"Thank you. I've known y/n was incredible for a while, I just didn't fully know why. I believe in you." She said squeezing y/n's hand she's been holding.

"Thank you Suma, that means so much to me, you're so sweet." Y/n told her.

"Mhm." Suma nodded. "Do you like your uniform? I think you look really cute in it."

"Actually," y/n looked down at her uniform, pulling the pleated skirt up slightly. "I don't like it. I think I'd rather have shorts or pants, too much air blows through here."

I laughed. "I think it's because the back side is raised a bit higher than the rest of the skirt."

"That's not it." Y/n placed her hand on her hip playfully.

"We can have them make you one with pants."

"No it's okay. I don't want to be a bother. I'll be okay."

"We can get you shorts to wear underneath." Suma smiled.

Y/n smiled back.

"Come on you two. Let's see if the bath is ready." Suma said.

I reluctantly let her go so she could walk ahead. I unabashedly checked Suma out as she walked up the stairs, her dress just barely covering her butt from me.

I groaned.

"In a little while Lord Tengen." Suma chuckled. I'm not sure how she figured what that groan was about. But it made me laugh.

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[mmvcvs]

So Blaze is that flower in the middle of you belt made of gold or is it just a bow? And isn't that kind of uncomfortable to wear?

Blaze: "This? Nah, it's just a normal obijime. My old one, when I was a kid, used to be rope. This one's a soft fabric. It's pretty comfortable actually."

[tanuki-kimono]

Delicate and fresh outfit, featuring a dynamic ryuusui (running water) kimono in blue tones, paired with an elegant botanical obi depicting botan (peony) and ume (plum blossom). The maruguke (fabric round obijime) nicely anchors the outfit.

The dye styles gives a lovely earthenware feeling don’t you think?

[flower-seller]

Euphorbia paused, form tensing as a ripple of pain crawled up from her lower back. 

It radiated out from the sizable horizontal cut that split the flesh there, an exchange for a lucky escape from one of Lord Kleavor's strikes. It was a mercy that the wound didn't go dangerously deep, but it still left her biting back hisses of pain as the snowy-haired woman crouched. Her shoulder occasionally would complain in tandem, wrapped in gauze the same as her waist beneath the dark blue fabric of her uniform.

Ahead, through the golden tufts of grass and leading into a copse of trees, a flicker of motion caught the fallen one's eyes. Her hand dropped lower, slipping to where her pokeballs hung from her obijime. 

There came no chittering hiss or sharp cry of insectoid fury from an irate paras, instead, there was the faint crackle of a fire and a voice. A familiar voice at that.

Volo?

[Inspired by the tiktok "here i am back again ^^" by Yaebro]

Euphorbia stayed low, lurking closer to the edge of the grass with measured steps. It felt wrong to not make her presence known immediately, but curiosity bade her stay hidden just a few moments longer. Perhaps she'd even give him a little scare like he'd given her. From her own rather striking reaction to his previous surprise attack, she knew that some risk assessment was required to gauge whether she truly thought this was a good idea. 

Oh, but was not the concept of giving the merchant a startle in return so very delicious after all of his own ribbing that he'd been doing?

His own jumpscare, the incident with the wurmple and so on. How could she pass up such a perfect opportunity? It was better to ask forgiveness than permission at this point. So, just a little further and she would be in the perfect position to—

"Otōsan, Otōsan! Please allow me to cheer you up with my undeniable cuteness," A high pitched octave softly filled the space, brimming with a positive, if not nasally timbre, "Please, pet me to your heart's content!" 

She stopped in her tracks, stunned into silence by the high pitched voice her friend had produced. Still hugging the amber shadows of the tall grass and encroaching trees, Euphorbia was unable to think for a moment as Volo continued his one-sided play. Was he…was he narrating Togepi's reactions for himself? 

Euphorbia's hand instinctively went to her mouth, attached shoulder protesting, but she had to stop a squeak of her own from escaping her. 

This was utterly, disgustingly adorable.

The request was followed by the squeaky trill of an infantile pokemon, small but loud enough that Euphorbia could all but feel the warm smile on Volo's face when it rang out. The blond obliged, scritching just atop Togepi's crown as the tiny beast cooed happily and nuzzled closer to the man's massive hand. The little egg grabbed a hold of one long finger and pulled it close. 

"I have you now, Otōsan, I've tricked you with my charm," That same, soothing softness of a voice continued, the merchant narrating the capture of his appendage. 

With a chirp, the little pokemon nibbled at the tip of the Ginkgo's finger in a playful fit. Volo laughed in earnest at the sight, only to suddenly tense his hand and surprise his youngest pokemon with a full body grab. He lightly pinned the little creature to the grassy floor and shook her with an equally playful vigor. Togepi giggled as she managed to roll away from the man's grasp. She struggled to rise to her feet for a second, but once she did, the little egg was off to skip about the small clearing with glee. 

Volo's tired eye pulled away from his baby to lock eyes with another youngster, albeit brooding along the outskirts of their campgrounds. 

"Human," A gruffer tone rumbled forth, at least two octaves below from the previous voice, the scratchiness of what sounded like a sore throat made apparent by its uneven warble, "I do not want your simple affections. Do not look at me like that." 

While Euphorbia was trying to reign herself in, the pokemon that she'd hardly noticed among the darker earth at first became apparent. Another unfamiliar one of Volo's, reptilian in nature from what she could tell, nothing more than a scaly orb with sharp edges and a mouth. It too had an infantile nature about it, which wasn't helped by the nasally, petulant growl of a voice that the man lent it.

"Is that any way to speak to your papa? Come here," The merchant, ever the charmer, beckoned to his little dragon with a hand patting the ground, "You know you want to…"

[lilywily143]

Valentine's Day: Slow Dancing

[ID: The left-most picture has Brad and Chunami dancing with each other in close range, their hands that can be seen are holding each other. Brad's face is visible and he seems to be showing a happy look. The middle picture shows that the two have spun halfway in a circle, but Brad has been changed to Lloyd. Chunami has her hand on Lloyd's waist, while Lloyd has his hand on Chunami's shoulder. Chunami's face is visible and she seems excited to dance. The last picture shows they went full circle to the same pose as the left-most picture. Lloyd is in the same place as Chunami was in the middle picture and Brad is the one dancing with his now. Lloyd has his face shown in the picture. He seems shy and he turned his gaze slightly away from Brad.]

[ID, Brad: Brad has black locs (which was so much fun to draw ^-^) and he is wearing a white, fluff trim on his pink faded Kimono. Stars and moons are on the sleeves of his kimono. He has a pink diamond pattern on his obi (sash around waist). Brad has a pleated, magenta skirt with a white stripe along its length. He also has yellow shoes with a strap.]

[ID, Chunami: Chunami is the smallest of the three shown in the picture. She has red hair that is in a ponytail. She has a light tan color for her skin, and there are two scars on her arm. She is wearing a blue Haori with a white triangle pattern on the ends of her sleeves. She has faded blue hakama (the pants) and blue boots with a beige heel.]

[ID, Lloyd: Lloyd had blonde hair with a part dyed purple in the front. His hair is displaced around his black horns, which curve backwards. His black & purple tain is poking out from under his nagagi. He has red pupils and eyeliner on. His tan and pale viltigo colored skin has multipe scars that appear on his arms. Lloyd is wearing a jade green nagagi with a red obi around his waist. He also has a yellow Obijime ('cord') around his obi. He has geta sandels with the fabric covered in different shaded green flowers.]

Happy Valentines Day! Even if you aren't with anyone or interested in finding someone, I just hope ur day goes well!

Full page together here ->

Prompts under cut ->

[dykejet]

[ID: Digital art of Kyoshi and Rangi from the Kyoshi novels. They’re sitting close to each other on grassy ground, Kyoshi kneeling and Rangi on her side leaning onto Kyoshi. Kyoshi’s outfit consists of loose hair, her headpiece, and a kimono of varying greens. The kimono’s obi has a nature pattern and its obijime is red. Rangi’s outfit consists of her usual hairstyle and a kimono consisting of Fire Nation colors. The kimono’s inner fabric is red florally patterned. Kyoshi is holding a green folding fan in a raised hand. Rangi is holding a black, gold-and-red dragon decorated pillow, her hands concealed by her sleeves. They’re sitting in front of a Japanese maple. They are looking at each other with smiling, fond expressions. The background is a blue sky. End ID.]

my last work for @winter-atla-femslash week ! :) this was so fun to do <333 i’ve never done complex bgs digitally so i’m semi-proud of that. this prob coulda fit under ‘domesticity’ but i wanted 2 space things out.

Prompt: Feb 7 - Dancing or Fantasy AU or Free Day

[kanzashi-yume]

Takarabune motif is on my head recently 👘 This is an old coordination I have made for a New Year. Takarabune fukuro obi, bamboo motif rinzu iromuji with some additional hints of yellow and red for obiage and obijime. I still love this coordination to bits even though the kimono might have a slightly too small wingspan for my liking. Maybe I should have a look if there is any spare fabric tucked at the seams to remedy that? Takarabune is one of those kanzashi designs that I have been meaning to make for ages. I have done quite a bit of research and I feel confident that I should be able to pull it off. Hopefully soon before the new term starts st uni? #着物 #着物コーデ #お正月 #帯 #色無地 https://www.instagram.com/p/CJScm1qA70z/?igshid=1budr76lztxg0