#okusan

[haveyoureadthismanga-poll]

[howlingday]

Nora: (Bent over, Cleaning the stairs) Pssh! This is nothin'! I don't see why they all take too long sweeping here.

Maria: (Behind her, From the bottom step) My, what a good girl you are.

Nora: Oh! Whoops! Let me just move out of- (Bumps into the wall) Ah! No, wait, come on over this way! (Bumps into the railing)

Maria: Mm... What a big butt you have. (Pats)

Nora: Ah~!

Maria: (Patting each cheek) So firm and wide and round. Good for bearing children. I am sure you will be blessed with many of your own.

Maria: (Rubs a cheek) This is proof your husband loves you.

Nora: (Stands up, Moves out of the way) Uh, th-thanks, ma'am!

Maria: (Gives thumbs up)

[immoren]

[my-manga-caps]

Best housewife Okusan!

[seieifsetsuna]

[dirtreally]

Straight female pregnancy has to be one of the most fascistic fetishes for sure

[cayindibindekipiskevit]

uf ya kitabimi da evde unutmusum bos bos gidip gelicem simdi yolu

[contaiinedarmageddon2]

[wario-speedwagon]

wait do I just not know enough Japanese to know better, or does that actually literally say God (kami-san) in Japanese!?! Is Columbo married to God!?!

This illustrated guide to Columbo is really cute

[nesrin-c]

"Tenhadır sığındığın bütün kıyılar

Odan dağınıktır, tütün kokuyordur

Okusan da dilsizdir kitaplar

Bir fotoğraf düşer ansızın

Cam kesiği gülüşlerdir kanayan

Pencerende solgun bir ayışığı

Mahçup bir duruşla bakarsın

Susarsın. Sükût iyi gelir belki.”

Ahmet Telli

#yağlıboya #reprodüksiyon #kadınlar 🎨🖌🖌

[orionyldz]

"Bugün seni çok özledim. Bunu hangi gün okusan oku."

-Nazım Hikmet

[mokokone]

A/n: I initially wrote this because I'm excited for the Mononoke movie (2024), and seeing that there aren't many Medicine Seller x Reader fanfics out there, I decided to contribute and dedicate my Tumblr to the case. I'm a big fan of this series, and Kusuriuri deserves more love, so enjoy!♡

His Wife! [The Medicine Seller x Fem!Reader]

It was the middle of the day with the weather being surprisingly bliss, despite the downpour a few nights before.

The smell of the wildflowers and forest in the air combined with the warmth of the sun's rays was enough to make the Medicine Seller considered laying down for a quick doze in the soft grass.

However, he had to continue on and get the nearest village before sundown.

The wooden clogs of his geta sauntered along the dirt path. Thankfully, the path leading towards the village was nothing but a leisurely stroll, which he wanted to take the time to enjoy before reaching his destination.

No need to rush. It seems like a good time as any to squeeze in a leisurely walk.

The thicket of bamboo on either side of the path made for some good shade, while still maintaining a warm brightness that he wanted so bad to bask in.

How peaceful, the Medicine Seller thought to himself whilst enjoying the gentle chirping of birds in the branches above, singing about and communicating with others of their kin.

It would sure be nice to live out in the countryside and be able to enjoy peaceful evenings like this, without the loud hustle and bustle that large and over populated areas would bring.

Briefly, it led his mind to the love-inducing assumption that he might consider living in the country if he ever decided to move there with his w─

"Otto, please wait for me!”

The female voice shook the aforementioned man out of his daydream as Kusuriuri halted in his steps.

Was he even walking fast?

A mix of jasmine, lemon, and tea leaves quickly enveloped his senses, and a telltale feeling of warmth spread throughout his body—which had his heart drumming within his ribcage.

Slowly, blue eyes glanced back just as a young maiden with (s/c) colored skin hastened after him. She had (short/medium/long) (h/c) hair and beautiful (e/c) eyes. She wore a (f/c) yukata designed with floral patterns and she appeared to be the same age as Kayo-chan.

Kusuriuri watched as a look of delight washed over her upon seeing that he did stop and wait for her and a flustered smile crossed her lips as she picked up the pace to get to him.

Normally, he would've ignore her and kept on walking—only with the intent to tease her, which he knew would irritated her to no end.

A sly smile grazed his painted lips as the young woman finally caught up to him. Kusuriuri hadn't even noticed the extra prep in his step and had forgotten he didn't have the weight on his back from carrying his kusuri-bako (medicine box), since a certain someone wanted to carry it for him.

Hmm, perhaps he was walking fast?

"Do you want me to carry it?" He asks, gesturing towards the large wooden box on her back, which contained his wares.

"No, I'm good. Thank you, Otto," she beams him a loving smile.

Ah yes, Otto, meaning "husband" is what she likes to calls him─since he's just a humble medicine peddler and had no specific name, which is why he goes by Kusuriuri. 

Normally, he would've chided her about the honorific, but it has become a constant reminder that he's indeed her husband.

Regardless, he would occasionally call her Okusan (wife), a clear sign of his public affection, whereas she would call him "goshujin-sama" during their most private and intimate moments.

Her name's (Y/n), and she is his wife. Kusuriuri found himself in a situation where he had no one to blame but himself for this illicit arrangement through en-musubi, which means "binding of fates". It was all due to the omamori he had gifted her, a small token that unknowingly sealed their destinies together.

For the young woman, she understood. Had known from the start when she'd first laid eyes on the Medicine Seller, that she was going to be part of his life. Despite the dangers of traveling with him to rid the world of deadly and troublesome Mononoke, she was still willing. She felt a connection with him that transcended words, a bond that made her feel like she belonged by his side, no matter what challenges they may face together.

And besides, traveling alone and fighting evil mononoke alone must get very tiresome.

“My love, if you're tired, then perhaps we should stop and rest?"

It's such a lovely day out, so why not enjoy it.

The sun is shining brightly in the clear blue sky, casting a warm glow over everything it touches. The gentle breeze rustles through the leaves, creating a soothing melody that seems to lull one into a state of peaceful relaxation

However, despite the temptation to take a load off, (Y/n) persists.

"It's okay, don't worry. Besides we're almost to the village." She says.

Always the one to carry on, I see? Kusuriuri muses, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Very well," he nods. "Let us carry on," He says and continued on the path to the village, this time keeping a steady pace so his wife could walk beside him.

Momentarily, the feeling of walking beside her husband wasn’t enough for (Y/n) as she hesitantly glanced down at his free hand that wasn't tucked inside his kimono. It was mere inches apart from her own and the desire to hold it was overwhelming.

“Do you wish to hold my hand?”

(Y/n) almost felt her heart leap when she looked up and saw Kusuriuri's intense stare pinned her.

Silly wife had been caught by her eponymous husband.

Kusuriuri watched in adoration as a cute blush colored her cheeks as she shyly averted her gaze at the dusty trail. A swarm of butterflies immediately assaulted the young woman's stomach at that.

They had done things much more lewd things other than holding hands, but for some reason, the mere question served to fluster the (h/c) haired girl.

The first time she felt flustered was when he had agreed to be her husband, but to have the simplest and most innocent of questions be the catalyst to making her heart pound was silly.

Slowly, (Y/n) reached out and slid her hand into her lover's palm. His hand felt rough in hers, no doubt from always mixing herbs to make incense, wielding his Tama sword, and casting tailsman. Despite the slight feel of his long, painted nails, she couldn’t deny the fact that it made her feel safe.

Kusuriuri may have come off as erratic and weird, but his touch was warm and comforting—like a warm fire during a bone-chilling winter's day.

And so, their walk was spent in relative silence, the only interruption being the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze and the crunch of gravel beneath their feet.

As they crested the final hill, their destination came into view. Their hands remained intertwined, (Y/n) finding comfort in the warmth of her lover's touch, while he gently squeezed her hand in reassurance.

She found herself unconsciously leaning into him, her head resting against his shoulder, being ever-grateful for moments like this when they could simply enjoy each other's company in peaceful companionship.

So in love she is. To be next to her husband.

Her beloved Medicine Seller.

Her truth!

The silence between them was thick, but not awkward. It was relaxing, like a small solace in the chaotic world that they lived in.

Kusuriuri shamelessly ogled his young wife. His eyes ran over her distinctly delicate features: the slight upward tilt of her eyes, the high arches of her cheek bones, her cute nose, and those kissable-soft lips of hers.

"Okusan?"

"Yes Otto?"

"Do you still find me interesting?" He asked her.

"Of course I do. You'll always be interesting and I'll never grow bored of you."

Her answer and loving smile was enough to knock the wind out of him. It was so radiant in itself that he felt himself returning her expression with a milder one of his own.

And it was at that moment that he realized just how much he actually enjoys her.

His lovely wife.

[hersheyfont]

what secrets does this pigeon hold that keep the falcons from ending it...

the pigeon woke the falcon up by stepping on its back. i cannot believe what i’m seeing

[hevesler]

burası dört duvar. iki artı iki dört, senle beni toplasan sıfır edermiş. delirmedim. aklım hâlâ yerinde, ruhum hâlâ bipolar. söylemediğim çok şey var aslında. yazıp yazıp silmelerim de çok. karar kılmıyorum bir türlü. eksik mi yazıyorum, yeterince iyi değil mi cümlelerim yoksa korkuyor muyum göstermeye o tarafımı. inan bende bilmiyorum. şu sıralar ne doğru ne yanlış, ne bana göre ne değil emin değilim. boşvermişlik ve bıkkınlığın arasında gidiyorum. kendi kendime çalıp oynuyorum değil mi? sen okumayacaksın bile. nerden denk geleceksin ki. bende oku diye atmam sana. herkes okur da sen eksik kalırsın. belki de en doğrusu budur. sen zaten duymadın, görmedin ki beni. bunları okusan ne değişecekti. süslü lafları sevmem bilirsin, iki üç kelâm ederim kendimce.

#e.

[gokyuzununyildizigece]

Bir kitabı yeniden okusan da sonu değişmeyecek. Ta ki yeni bir kitaba başlayana kadar...

[dirtreally]

I dont think ive ever seen a single living artist dedicate this much artistic attention towards the inner lives of women while at the same time clearly considering them to be subhuman