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jackdaw-sprite · 4 months

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Hi, @ep-10 ! I was your truce gifter this year for @phandomholidaytruce and I decided to use your prompts for a Japanese ghost--kinda, but mostly for a biopunk fantasy au. You're getting some character designs for a biopunk fantasy AU set in a world suspiciously similar to Sengoku era Japan! And also backstory. Mostly backstory, really.

Warning for someone getting baked alive in a kiln.

I mean, we all know who.

Jack and Maddie Fenton are a married pair of researcher/alchemists who've been brought into the country with the influence of an old friend of theirs, Vlad. He wants them to figure out the secret to producing porcelain, an expensive and magically versatile ceramic with a production process that's a closely guarded secret in a nearby, much more economically powerful country.

To this end, Vlad has supplied the Fentons with enough wealth and resources to not ask things like "where did you get this?" and "what exactly is going to happen when it gets out that we're trying to make porcelain?"

As it turns out, this is a very important question, because together the pair piece together how to build a kiln that burns hotter than any they've ever seen before and for the very first time make the coveted porcelain.

The victory is short lived: their son Daniel goes missing that very day, and then their search for him is waylaid by another discovery: some of the porcelain is coming to life, animated by a horrific amalgam of flesh and vitriol. They must find Danny, but first they must make sure the monsters they've made are destroyed…

So! The three big players in our cast of characters here are Jack, Maddie, and poor, poor Danny. They are coincidentally the only ones I had time to do a character design for, so let's look at Jack first, who is holding an experimental porcelain vase:

That's quite an outfit. It's, uh. Not quite standard in the Sengoku: while he's wearing a hitatare, it's been modified, and he's chosen not to wear pants because it's technically not, like, a crime. I chose this for him because Jack:

a) Does not care about what everyone thinks of what he's wearing, or he wouldn't wear a jumpsuit all the time in canon b) Hates the feel of most clothes

Hitatare were growing in popularity during the Sengoku because of how comfortable they were, so it seemed a good fit for Jack. They didn't necessarily need to be worn with hakama if you were of a lower class, but it would be frowned upon to go without if you were off a higher class.

The modifications he and Maddie have made to it make it even less restrictive than a standard hitatare, and a bit more suited to their work of experimenting with kilns and clay.

The obi is stitched into place, so it doesn't actually act like a belt and put a line of pressure across Jack's stomach, and they've added a button to the side to hold the hitatare closed, instead. The stitching around the sleeve openings is pretty archaic by this point, but they've kept (or added) it so he can draw the openings closed when he wants, and a second draw string runs along his sleeve to let him draw the sleeves away from his hands when needed, while still letting him let them extend to their full length to act as a barrier between his skin and unpleasant textures.

He's got some leather gloves and a pair of very early goggles to protect his hands and eyes from the heat of the kilns.

The geta act as an additional layer of protection against bad textures, since they should keep him above mud.

Maddie, here holding a shattered fragment of porcelain, is dressed far less eccentrically, because this (left) is before the porcelain came to life. She's just wearing a kosode with hakama and a leather apron. (She has gloves too, they're just tucked away at her back) The smaller sleeves stay out of the way while she works, and the hakama are roomy. She's wearing waraji, because she prefers what I assume is more stable footing and a lower center of gravity.

This is especially true after they start fighting the porcelain. Pictured here, you can see she keeps her hair out of her face with a standard low ponytail, and the Fenton Anti-Creep stick manages to still exist in this world, despite all odds.

This Anti-Creep stick is a bokken with embedded teeth of broken porcelain for a better shattering potential--metal, especially enough metal of sufficient quality for a sword, is expensive, and they're dealing with something that's only a stronger ceramic…

Which brings us to the kiln. And, to his great misfortune, to Danny.

This is a multi-chambered climbing kiln. While I don't think it's the first kiln that allowed firing temperatures to reach that required for porcelain in Japan in our world, it's the most common and appeared around the same time as that first one. The design of it encourages airflow in a way that traps and directs heat to build it on itself and distribute it reasonably evenly.

The kiln chambers would get filled with the pots to be fired, then they would set a fire in the little step down in each chamber. Then they would seal the kiln chambers entrances with fire bricks, except for a small stoking hole to keep the fires fed.

Then they'd light the main fire at the mouth to the first, lowest chamber called the stoke hole and the fire box respectively.

And then they would keep the fires lit, and feed them, wood upon wood upon wood…

Until eventually, the kiln warmed, grew sweltering, grew hot, hot like fire, like iron in a forge and then hotter still, until the whole of the inside glows.

Like the center of the earth.

…

At the lowest, porcelain requires a firing temperature of 1000 degrees. Celsius.

Brass melts, at that temperature. Porcelain itself gets its strength from melting.

And Danny…

Danny tripped. Danny was loading one of the chambers, and he tripped and he hit his head and by the time he woke he was sweating.

He tried to crawl away from where he knew the fires were. The flue, where the spent air left the kiln, has charred finger marks where his burnt away after the carbon dioxide and heat drove him unconscious a second time.

It was a mercy.

By the time he woke again, his body was cooling.

You see, the Fentons enchanted the kiln to make it try to repair pieces that were falling apart during the firing process. And, if one piece was destroyed in the firing anyway, to use the fragments to reinforce the other pieces in the kiln.

Danny was in the kiln. Danny's body failed.

Bone ash is not a critical ingredient in porcelain, but its presence makes it much, much stronger.

Danny woke up made of porcelain.

His sandals left black on the soles of his feet and the fingers on one hand that had burned looked skeletal. But he woke up.

And he ran.

Later, he'll find help. Later, he'll find a way to fight the other things in the kiln that day, and the results of later firings. Later, he'll meet a boy who loves puzzles and information and who teaches him how to use a bow and arrow to keep his fragile body intact. He'll meet a girl who loves foraging (partly because it gets her away from her parents) but loves justice more.

(Whether he'll stop wearing his clothes like a corpse is another question.)

Danny here is wearing something hitatare adjacent and hakama, along with a yugake.

Happy truce!

#danny phantom #jack fenton dp #maddie fenton dp #danny fenton dp #jackdraw-spwrite #jackdraw-sprite

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valkariel · 9 months

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Miasma

Head: Blackbosom Hat - default Body: Shishu Bujin Hitatare - dark purple Hands: Diadochos Armlets of Casting - snow white Legs: Quaintrelle's Ruffled Skirt - dark purple Feet: Purgatory Boots of Casting - default

Earring: Purgatory Earrings of Casting Neck: The Emperor's New Necklace Wrists: The Emperor's New Bracelet Right Ring: Eternal Dark Ring of Casting Left Ring: Eternal Dark Ring of Casting

Main Hand: Edenmorn Rapier - pastel purple Off Hand: --

Fashion Accessory: -- Minion: -- Location: The Pool of Tribute

Shader: Faeberry Bloom

#ffxiv #ffxiv glamour #ffxiv au ra #ffxiv red mage #eorzea collection #valkariel ilmarë #au ra #raen #red mage #casters #darks/blacks/greys #purples/violets #uses mogstation items #no seasonal items #witch glamour #eastern glamour #mahou shoujo glamour

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penguinwithafancytophat · 4 days

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VEEVA DASH IS SAMURI?!?! NOT CLICKBAIT

sorry for minecraft posting on main but this is important

Veeva dash’s design has baffled hundreds upon hundreds of fans because pixels are hard to decipher.

So i challenged myself to accurately figure out what the heck the skin is

I looked up her skin and She's apparently a samurai

im white and i know nothing about ancient japanese culture

SO I CHANGED THAT!!

deep dive under the cut

if i got anything wrong please tell me!

Let's start with what's traditionally worn under the armor.

fundoshi

It looks like underpants because it is. It's mens underwear. It's a loincloth that wraps around the hips.

hitatare

This was a samurai’s everyday clothing, chosen for comfort. The sleeves have draw strings to tie them up as needed.

The hakama

Most hakama are like those super flowy pants that people think are dresses but then you separate your legs and SHOCK!! THEY'RE PANTS!!

Most sources I've seen, however, show samurai hakama being about knee length or being tied off near the knees. (i haven't read anything confirming this though)

the hitatare is tucked inside the hakama

Tabi

These are socks with a separation between the big toe and rest of toes

Let's move on to the armor and how to “un-westernize” it

Suneate (Shin guards)

Samurai did not wear boots or iron plated armor. They wore shoes and shin guards.

These are made of metal and then lined with leather on the inside for comfort!

Kyahan

can be worn under suneate for super maximum comfort.

Haidate

is thigh protection. It's not one solid sheet of metal and leather but it is made of many strips that are tied together for mobility. It is tied around the waist like an apron.

do aka the chest armor.

Do is made with many strips of leather and metal tied together like the haidate.

Do always has shoulder straps, unlike western armor, for more mobility

I have made a diagram

It can also be hinged like this

But you gotta keep the shoulder straps, you can't get rid of those.

In these diagrams I have omitted the kusazuri, which is attached to the bottom of the do.

Kusazuri

This is a danger skirt. They protect the hips, butt, and crotch. It's made similarly to the haidate and do. I have seen veeva’s kusazuri be confused as crotch armor.

The guruwa and nadowa

protect the neck

This is not required.

Sode (shoulder armor)

It's made in the same fashion as do.

Kote

It covers only some of the hand because, if you haven't noticed, the samurai froth at the mouth for that sweet sweet mobility.

Kabuto (helmet)

These are made with strips of metal or leather all meeting in the center. This dome is called the hachi.

^^isolated hachi

There is very often a Mabizashi (a visor/brim) to protect the eyes

Shikoro is the name of the suspended neck guard, produced similarly to do for that delicious mobility.

The datemono or tatemono is a crest placed on the front of the kabuto

Veeva Dash's datemono appears to be a star or sun.

These are the closest images i could find to what it appears she has

Extra details!!

This can either be a tassel/flag hung from the Kasa jirushi no kan (a small ring on the back of the helmet for the aforementioned flag) or a ponytail fed through the Tehen (a hole for ventilation or to possibly put one's top knot through? Sources were conflicted)

Armor is traditionally put on in a certain order

playlist with more info (for funsies)

#stampylongnose #stampylonghead #stampy's lovely world #stampy cat #slw #veeva dash #veeva dash fanart #stampys lovely world #stampy fanart #stampy's lovely world fanart #i did this during school hours

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galpalaven · 2 months

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FFXIV ⚔️

⚔️ Melee DPS ⚔️

Monk - Level 90

Anchorite's Cyclas

Anchorite's Vambraces

Anchorite's Gaskins

Anchorite's Greaves

Tsukuyomi's Moonlit Crescents

Dragoon - Level 90

Tiamat Mail - Cherry Pink

Tiamat Gauntlets - Cherry Pink

Tiamat Trousers - Cherry Pink

Tiamat Greaves - Cherry Pink

Rubellux Partisan

Ninja - Level 90

Hachiya Chainmail

Hachiya Tekko

Hachiya Tsutsu-hakama

Hachiya Zori

Mutsunokami

Samurai - Level 90

Shishu Bujin Hitatare - Dalamud Red

Far Eastern Noble's Armlets

Rakshasa Hakama of Striking - Jet Black

Antiquated Myochin Geta

Majestic Manderville Samurai Blade

Reaper - Level 90

Reaper's Chapeau

Ktiseos Coat of Maiming

Ktiseos Vambraces of Maiming

Far Eastern Officer's Bottoms

Ktiseos Greaves of Maiming

Avatar's Scythe

FFXIV Screenshot Meme

#kiana plays ffxiv #ffxiv #kirika nanami #listen i do not play ninja thats why no special weapon lmfao

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thefinalcinderella · 7 months

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Tsurune Book 3 Chapter 4 - Old Friend (Part 2)

the way people talk in this volume is so weird, it'd be like:

Person A: [random spiel about a semi-interesting but irrelevant topic]

Person B: [random spiel about a semi-interesting but irrelevant topic that is barely related to what Person A is saying]

Person A: [continues random spiel] + Oh by the way [talks about thing that's actually related to the plot/characters]

Person B: Yeah.

And it's like the random infodumping never happened

Glossary here

Full list of translations here

Translation Notes

A hitatare is a type of traditional Japanese men's kimono worn by samurai

A nae eboshi is a type of hat worn by commoners and men without official court rank; an ayaigasa is a type of conical hat

The tenchou chikyuu ceremony is a thing where before you start a yabusame, you had to recite prayers and ride your horse around (or something like that)

The subase is when the head of ceremony gives the signal for archers to start galloping

The gaijin ceremony (凱陣の式) is when a drum is hit to signal the end of the shooting.

A gonnegi is a junior priest

Matsuda says this in English

Igarashi says 可以 in Chinese which means "I can" or "sure"

Previous | Next

Green ivy was twined around the red bricks.

This year as well, many varieties of roses were in full bloom in the central courtyard of Kirisaki High School. The fragrant scent of the roses hinted at England and showed the height of tradition and praise. A gentleman learned the customs of his family from an early age.

Shuu’s pale eyelashes trembled.

“I met her a year ago. I heard that she was a woman with a bad temper, but she was a perfect lady in front of me.”

Senichi and Manji froze.

“…She?”

“Her name is Lily.”

“…Lily? She’s a foreigner?”

Shuu let out a chuckle.

What was displayed on his phone was white legs and a white mane—it was obviously a horse.

“I don’t think I can attempt yabusame if I can’t ride a horse. Lily might have a Western name, but she’s a domestic horse. Thoroughbreds have thin limbs, so if they break a bone, it can be fatal.”

Yabusame was a Shinto ritual in which archers shot at a target from a horse riding at full speed. It was an eight-hundred-year tradition, and it wasn’t only a martial arts competition, but also a prayer for the peace of the country and the happiness of its people. Schools like the Takeda-ryuu and Ogasawara-ryuu inherited that spirit and technique. As an aside, drawing a bow while standing on the ground was called busha, and drawing a bow on a horse was called kisha.

A few days later, a housha ceremony was carried out at the shrine.

The members of the Kazemai and Kirisaki kyudo clubs crowded into the space. That was because Shuu and Masa-san were participating as the archers.

Horses draped in crimson appeared against a backdrop of jade-green maples.

The archers were dressed in beautiful yabusame costumes. They were wearing hitatare (1) made of gold brocade. Shuu’s was purple, and Masa-san’s was deep lapis-lazuli. Their feet were covered in deerskin, they wore nae eboshi and ayaigasa (2) woven of soft rushon their heads. They wore a bracer on the left hand and their yugake on the right. A long sword and a short sword hung from their hips, and they were holding their bows while carrying their quivers on their backs.

After the magistrate chanted the written prayers, the signal arrows were offered up to the shrine.

――The meigen ceremomy.

The archers would make their bowstrings ring out and exorcise demons.

When the group appeared at the front, there was a path for rider and horse to ride on. It was a long and straight path. Spectators lined the path to see the moment the targets would be hit. There were three targets. After the tenchou chikyuu ceremony (3), the procession began. Standard bearers and taiko drummers stood at the vanguard, and ougikata waved their fans. Three people—the heifuri, target watcher, and an arrow retriever—stood next to each target. These people served indispensable roles in this Shinto ritual.

It was finally time for subase.(4) At the signal of the head of ceremony’s taiko drum, the archers rode forward. The cool breeze, and the beautiful horses running down the straight path. Their smooth and thick muscles rippled, and the hair that covered their bodies shone in the light.

Shuu seemed like the flower and moon reflected on a clear surface, and Masa-san was like the man in the moon.

The moon reflected in the water was unattainable, and the beautiful immortal who lived on the moon.

Tachisukashi in Japanese-style horseback riding involved raising one’s body from the saddle by a hair’s breadth and maintaining a steady position even while riding the horse. It took many years to be able to master such a skill.

The housha!

The arrows that were powerfully released pierced the targets brilliantly.

Despite the loud cheers, the archers and their horses didn’t stop galloping. They quickly pulled out another arrow from their quiver and released it again.

A perfect hit!

They straddled their saddles, put their feet in the stirrups, and gripped their bows. The sound of the horses’ footsteps kicking up the dirt and the voices of people filled the area, but the archers didn’t smile. They didn’t turn around. This was a prayer for peace.

Bows were divine tools. When handling divine tools, one must never take one’s mind away from the gods. One must not give the demons an opening to take hold of you. By adjusting one’s qi, that is, aligning one’s own frequency with the frequencies emitted by people and objects, thereby purifying the space itself. Every time Shuu blinked, the violet fleeting moments activated.

Masa-san followed. He was someone who served the gods and his eyes were the same azure color as the earth. Many gods were watching—the god of the sky, the god of earth, the god of the bow. They were listening. They were holding their breaths. At this divinely solemn moment, the archer gave it his all. That was what this shot was for. Only when the bow, man, and horse became one could they communicate with heaven.

At the beginning of yabusame practice, participants rode on a human-powered rocking horse. Also, there were no warmup exercises on the day of the ceremony. For warriors, who never knew when a battle would begin, everyday life was synonymous with training. They created a set pattern, turned it into routine, and quickly dealt with any sense of discomfort. They kept in mind that even a second’s delay in judgment could be fatal, and did their best to have no regrets even if they crumbled to dust a second later. Bushido and Shinto rituals were inseparable. One felt the blessings of something invisible against one’s skin.

Archers offered up their prayers in a single arrow.

It was a makeshift bridge that connected heaven and humans.

The targets were hit one after the other, and when they had shot all their arrows, they dismounted. Upon returning to the shrine, a feast was held and sacred sake was offered. When they went outside, they shouted “Ei, ei, ei, oh!” to the accompaniment of taiko drums. That was the gaijin ceremony. (5) Inspecting the targets and cheering in victory was also a symbolic identification of the eradicated evil.

After completing their duties, Shuu and Masa-san looked at each other.

“As expected, Takigawa-san. All your arrows hit the center.”

“I can’t believe this is your first time, Fujiwara-kun.”

“Lily is a woman with nerves of steel. I’m grateful to her for trusting me.”

“Shuu-kuuuun!” Ryouhei ran over to them. “Shuu-kun, I wanna ride a horse too.”

“I don’t mind. We can take turns riding.”

Ryouhei and Minato took turns riding the horse with Shuu sitting behind them. Seiya, Kaito, Nanao, and the others also rode with Masa-san. The line of sight was high on horseback, and the body moved up and down with the horse’s steps, so even in this state it seemed difficult to hit the target with an arrow.

Senichi, Manji, Kabashima, Yushima, and Kuon were also there. Kuon lifted his chin and followed Minato and Shuu as they rode together with only his eyes.

Asahina and Eddie were there as well. The two were facing each other.

“That was so hype! The Young Prince of Kirisaki and Kazemai’s coach look incredible! Eddie, did you get them?”

“But of course. Now, let us move to the next position.”

For the two people who just loved flashy things, there was nothing more exciting than this. They applied in advance to the organizing body for permission to film and to share the proceeds from the stream, and secured the best seats. Matsuda, Kanuma, and Igarashi from Haneina High’s kyudo club, as well as their other school friends, participated as support, and videos were taken from multiple angles. The music would be performed with traditional instruments, and there would be explanatory captions in multiple languages for overseas viewers.

Many of the viewers for the kyudo channel “Yumihiki Douji” were foreigners. Their latest challenge was to get people to remember the “Eight Stages of Shooting.” Just like the soccer terms dribble and shoot, they wanted to raise awareness of kyudo terms such as “uchiokoshi” and “kai.”

That was why they started chanting the Eight Stages in the beginning of their videos. The only way to get people to remember unfamiliar words was to have them listen to them over and over again. The more words you knew, the deeper your understanding would be, and above all, the more fun you would have.

Some people might have skipped watching their videos because they recited the Eight Stages quickly. But there were also byproducts. After their viewers who were archers continued to watch them for about a month, they started reporting one after the other, “I don’t know why, but my hitting rate has increased.” The most likely theory was that the brain responded to the mouth saying things out loud, resulting in image training.

Asahina waved to Minato and the others who had finished riding.

“Hey, Kazemai crew! Can I interview you guys? I’ll start with Narumiya. You know both the Young Prince and the priest, in your opinion, how were they today?”

“They’re the same as always. Really cool.”

“Which one was cooler?”

“There’s no way to compare that, is there?”

“Can I have a look at your palm?”

“My hand? Okay.”

Asahina took a step closer to Minato.

“Just as I thought. You’ve got the Buddha’s eye and Mystic Cross on your palms.”

“Is that rare?”

“It is. They say that people with these lines have strong sixth sense and intuition, and are protected by their ancestors and other unseen things.”

“I don’t have a sixth sense, though.”

“Maybe it hasn’t awakened yet. Well, I’m more curious about this than your palms, though.”

Asahina and Eddie immediately touched Minato’s forehead. Seiya and Kanbayashi let out a simultaneous “Ah.”

“You’re full of openings. We have made contact with ‘Minahead,’ and now our mission for today is complete. Our kyudo skills will also improve. Thanks, Narumiya. We’re looking forward to seeing you at prefecturals.”

“We bid thee farewell!”

The two of them were quick to escape, and were quickly lost in the crowd.

In a corner of the shrine.

Masa-san stretched out as he took off his yabusame costume.

He was the only one there, as he had been given a private room. He rubbed his arms, shoulders, and legs with his hands and thanked them for their hard work for today. Since the body was the companion of the soul, it was the priest’s job to express gratitude to it. Masa-san’s priesthood rank, “Gonnegi” (6), came from the word “negu.” He soothed the hearts of the gods and prayed for their blessings.

He changed into street clothes, finished his canned coffee, and went outside. The sky he looked up at was blue and the wind was cool. The trees were covered in young leaves, and it looked like it was going to be a great day for setting sail.

“Am I qualified to exorcise demons? Answer me, Gramps.”

Gramps referred to Yasaka-hanshi, his kyudo master and grandfather.

As if in response to his words, the out-of-season chirping of cicadas sounded. They were chirping loudly and powerfully, but he couldn’t tell if the answer was yes or no. Did he ask the question in the wrong way, or was it presumptuous to ask if he was qualified or not? He supposed his grandfather was telling him to do his job and not just stand around talking nonsense. He was aware that the gods could see through his defeatist attitude, but if possible, he didn’t want his disciples to find out.

Even if he shot a million arrows or landed a hundred hits, his doubts weren’t dispelled. He was doing his best to contain the surging emotions within, putting them into words and erasing them, struggling to keep them unspoken.

Speaking—proclamations represented one’s covenant with the gods. Prayers and curses were the same from their perspective, and cancelling a covenant was no mean feat.

You must not say those words—.

Not only am I a servant of the gods, I’m also those kids’ coach. All women look beautiful to me, but I only think of my disciples as cute. Am I a doting parent?

The trees rustled in the wind.

The encounter was on a rainy night. The twinkling of peridots.

Dreams and reality intersected.

Sensing the presence of someone, Masa-san held his breath.

A woman walked up to him. It was hard to make out her face because she was wearing fancy glasses under the sunlight filtering through the trees, but he could get a rough idea of who she was by the way she was standing.

“Tsucchi-san.”

“I had no idea that the priest who passed by was the coach of the Kazemai High School kyudo club. There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

“Tsucchi-san, you’re the coach for Haneina. I saw you at the venue for the preliminaries, but I apologize for not saying hello to you.”

“I don’t care about that kind of lip service. You called me ‘Ena-senpai’ during the thing with Tetsi. What do you mean, ‘it’s a fine name’? I don’t trust men who are smooth talkers.”

“‘Ena’ is a name that comes from the ena of the Womb Realm, the placenta of the perfected one. It seems that everyone has a memory of being wrapped in their mother cradle.”

“Can a Shinto priest talk about Shingon Buddhism?”

“Japanese people are a people who celebrate Christmas at the end of the year, listen to the temple bells on New Year’s Eve, and visit the shrine on New Year’s. They live a life that’s true to Shintoism, respecting, integrating, and making the other into their daily routines, and yet so many Japanese say that they aren’t religious, making foreigners confused because they don’t understand.”

“I guess there was a problem with postwar education in that regard. Historians say that those who didn’t learn the myths of their peoples perished without exception.”

“Some works such as the Kojiki and Nihon Shoki are based on true stories of natural disasters and incidents, as well as to teach lessons. Because people don’t study mythology, they make the mistake of thinking that there are no gods or Buddhas, and that humans are the supreme creatures on earth. For the Japanese, God is nature itself. The sun god, mountain god, and the water god who is a dragon, are said to be animistic and primitive, but without the sun and water, almost all living things would disappear, and without mountains, it would be impossible to create buildings, cars, and other man-made objects.”

“The great power is God. I guess the Japanese have been good at anthropomorphizing since ancient times. Everything, even swords and countries are anthropomorphized. Humans are humans, and they become the god of learning or the god of manga.”

“Gods, Buddhas, and humans are all exalted and sacred beings. Tsucchi-san, I recommend you learn the art of self-defense. Until you master it, throw anything you can get your hands on, blind your attacker with scissors, and fight back with low blows. If you step on your attacker’s foot or kick them in the shin with your heel, most people wouldn’t be able to move for a while.”

“Aren’t those all foul techniques?”

“The best self-defense technique is not closing the distance with the opponent or creating a situation where you have to fight, but it’s unavoidable in order to fend off physical attacks, right? Even women who lack physical strength should remember how to protect themselves. Both individuals and nations are exploited because they show weakness. You should learn enough to make people think, ‘Oh, I’m going to be in trouble if I make her my enemy.’”

“I heard that we aren’t the strongest primates or anything. There’s something else I want to ask you. What exactly have you been doing for the last four years since you graduated from high school? I’ve been looking for you.”

“Mmm, last year I took the renshi exam and failed. When I entered the shajo, one person couldn’t keep their feet together and we all failed.”

“Hey, you haven’t answered my question at all. That happened after you graduated from university, right?”

“It was a typical four years at university, so I don’t have much to say about it. Oh, your students are here for you.”

When Tsucchi turned around, she saw Asahina and Eddie, who missed the chance to call out to her. Masa-san disappeared while she was distracted.

Asahina ran his hand through his red hair.

“Despite his appearance, he’s a scary priest. I definitely don’t want him to be my enemy. I bet he would chase me to the ends of hell and beat me up if I did anything wrong.”

Eddie also retied his blond ponytail.

“Well said. He is already immersed in tactics.”

The three started walking.

After the yabusame, the Kazemai and Kirisaki kyudo clubs met up and headed to the large public bathhouse.

Minato and the others were unaware of the words Masa-san and Tsucchi exchanged.

Eddie moved into the Asahina household the day after the yabusame.

There was a water leak in one of the units of the apartment Eddie was renting, and all the unit on the first floor was flooded. Chairs and refrigerators that were floating in the water were lying around, similar to the aftermath of flood damage. When he consulted with Asahina, he said, “Why don’t you come over?” and Eddie moved in immediately.

Eddie received a warm welcome in front of Asahina’s house. Although it wasn’t large in size, it had a simple and sturdy construction with tiles and earthen walls, making it look like an Edo mansion.

There was a man dressed in black at the entrance, calling out loudly to Asahina.

“Is that honored personage your school friend I’ve heard so much about, Waka? You said you wouldn’t let us meet him, but have you changed your mind now? Now, come inside, come inside.”

“Uncle, stop calling me ‘Waka.’”

“Waka is Waka. Ane-san is in the back.”

A woman wearing a chic kimono and had her hair tied back appeared. She was in her forties.

“Oh, son, do we have a guest? I’m about to head to work soon.”

“Mom, it’s fine to gather the neighbors together, but could you please stop dressing in black ceremonial kimonos and black five-crested kimonos? People who don’t know us would think this is a Yakuza gathering.”

“I don’t care about people I don’t know. This is a play party for adults, so they can just leave me alone.”

Asahina’s mother was a former actress. She retired when she got married and currently worked as the proprietress of a small restaurant. Her most famous work was a historical drama, and she played a character named Kikyou, called “Ane-san,” so even the people in their neighborhood called her “Ane-san.” Every month, she held a cosplay competition called the tea party. Her husband was a gentle man who was enchanted by his wife, and he would happily say things like, “Kikyou-san, you look beautiful today as well.” In a sense, they were a couple who were similar to each other and could immerse themselves in a world of lies.

There were many other people living in the Asahina household all the time. That was because Asahina often “found and picked up” people.

These people had various circumstances, such as foreigners traveling on a budget or children wandering around town. He enjoyed sightseeing together with tourists, and with bullied kids, he engaged legal organizations to report the bullies, who were essentially criminals, to the police. If they were beaten, the crime was bodily harm; if money or goods were taken, the crime was extortion; slander posted online was defamation, and shoplifting was theft. One must not be fooled by the paraphrasing of crafty people.

Asahina wasn’t only a boisterous Yotuber, but also the most dependable big brother in town. He was gallant and generous, unable to leave those in trouble alone. He was the model of an Edokko, possessing the determination and ability to do things, as if saying, “If the adults around you won’t protect you, I will.” Eddie, captivated with that side of him, enjoyed being around him.

After Asahina finished speaking with his mother, he spoke to Eddie.

“Well, the guest rooms are full, so let’s go to my room. I’ll ask you to help around the house like a freeloader. Also, don’t tell anyone if you find something.”

By “something,” he was talking about the posters and goods of the idol group “Princess Cheer” that Noririn was part of. Asahina was a group stan and a secret idol fan. He watched their fantastic live performances where they sang hard rock and danced agilely everyday.

“They’re piling up, so let’s clean it up quickly.”

“Will this be finished by the end of today?”

“Don’t run away, partner.”

Asahina’s eyes were sharp.

One had forgotten to mention that while Asahina had the appearance of a good-natured young man, his true nature was a tiger. If he recognized someone as an enemy, he would bite at them mercilessly. Barely anyone knew the face of the raging night.

When he opened the door to his room, it was filled with blinding light.

It was such a beautiful day that it was a waste to stay indoors. Asahina leaned out of his window and looked up at the sun. The way he narrowed his eyes and looked at it reminded Eddie of Icarus, who fell after his wax wings melted, and he whispered to him not to get too close to the sun.

The two turned on their computers. Using video editing software, they processed the footage they captured.

“What should we do here?”

“Nothing. Oh, this is nice. Female archers look so dignified.”

“A request has arrived, it has.”

“Shall we transfer it to Sensei?”

As they started to become well-known, all sorts of people wanted to discuss things with them, but Asahina and the others didn’t respond to them directly. At Haneina, they had contracts with lawyers, patent attorneys, tax accountants, and others, and they tried to involve experts in these discussions. There were many scams, and it was too risky for high school students to suddenly sign a contract. They must also pay taxes as well. In addition, the school intended to teach classes using these actual cases so it would help freelancers, who were expected to increase in the future.

“Hmm, my eyes are blinking too incessantly. I shall take a short recess.”

Eddie groaned, leaning towards Asahina, but Asahina remained glued to the screen.

“I am famished. I shall cry if you do not take care of me.”

“Our yellow-headed chirper is such a pain.”

Asahina opened a bag of pastries and popped one into Eddie’s mouth. Eddie lied down, chewed and swallowed, then opened his mouth again. When he was full, he got up and went back to his computer. On the way, his phone rang many times, but he ignored it. He immersed himself in his work and kept pushing forward. Both of them couldn’t stay still. It wasn’t a runner’s high, but once they reached a certain limit, they felt light and comfortable, like their bodies had gone somewhere else.

Old friend.

They probably met somewhere before they were born.

The person who was always next to them.

The person they could never save.

They probably wouldn’t share this feeling with anyone else. It was a secret between just the two of them. They were similar to comrades in arms, those who survived through numerous battles, those who watched their comrades die, and live with bitter memories that couldn’t be put into words. The sound of a young man crying for their mother and the smell of gunpowder. Whose memories were these and from when? They vowed to themselves that if they were still unable to leave the battlefield after being reborn, they would enjoy themselves.

“It’s peaceful here.”

“Yes, it is peaceful.”

“Oh no, we might not be able to finish by evening. I have to get them to confirm it too.”

Just as Asahina cried that out in front of the large number of materials, the door to his room suddenly opened. The members of Haneina’s kyudo club were all there.

“Let me help,” Matsuda laughed. (7)

“I’ll help if I can compose a poem while I’m doing it,” Kanuma said.

Asahina’s mouth curled into a smile. “You came at a good time. Can you do my homework for me?”

“You can do that yourself. Eddie, give me some work,” the Gardening Prince, Igarashi, said.

“I am indebted to you. Then, please translate these comments into Chinese. Include plenty of jokes as well.”

“Keyi.” (8)

In this way, the “Yabusame!” video posted by the kyudo channel “Yumihiki Douji” gained great popularity.

Put a message that will reach those who will notice—.

Kazemai High School.

From a corner of the school building, the sound of instruments repeating the same phrase could be heard. At first, it was out of tune, but before one knew it, they overlapped and turned into stately music. Sounds were also coming from the kyudojo one after the other.

Minato took his bow and arrow and let out a breath.

His master said, “Breathe through the soles of your feet. Relax your whole body.”

He raised his bow without warping his yumifutokoro. The bow was constantly talking to the archer. Release me, believe in me and surrender yourself to me. I’ll give you everything you want.

“You don’t need any tricks. Just expose everything and embrace the earth.”

He slowly pushed the bow open. The bow and human’s breathing overlapped. The breath he took in from the soles of his feet was exhaled at the top of his head and into the sky. The rising air engulfed the surrounding objects.

Tsurune. Matooto. The sound of gasps from the people watching. When the three sounds came together, Minato lowered his bow.

The first-year Kanbayashi clapped his hands vigorously.

“Senpais, that was so cool!”

“Foot breathing doesn’t make any sense to me,” Keyaki questioned, while Himuro was as expressionless as always.

“When you fold your body in half, the parts that overlap, such as the head and feet, neck and ankles, correspond with each other. Just like how the head has eyes and a mouth, it feels like there are eyes and mouths on the soles of the feet as well. Martial art techniques aren’t expressed with words, but expressed with your body. The only way to learn is by actually doing it,” Masa-san said.

When everyone finished zasha, Tommy-sensei stood in front of everyone.

“Now, did everyone change into their gym clothes. Let’s do yoga today. In kyudo, the vertical and horizontal lines of the body are important. Let’s each check the twists in our bodies.”

The method was simple: walk in a straight line with your eyes closed. When you opened your eyes, your body was twisted away from the line. You also tried lying face down and checked to see if your legs were the same length. Next, check for any contortions. If one of your knees stuck out when you were sitting in seiza, you had a pelvic abnormality. People who had a raised right shoulder were putting pressure on their stomach, and people with a raised left shoulder were putting pressure on their liver. They did corrective gymnastics, yoga cat poses and twisting poses.

Next to Hanazawa, who was striking gorgeous poses, Shiragiku was struggling. Since her body was stiffer than expected, Seo came to help. To conclude, they worked in pairs to massage each other.

Minato and Ryouhei formed a pair.

“Minato, Minato, I’m good at massages, aren’t I? I always do them for my sister.”

“Yeah, you’re good at it.”

“Are your toes going around in circles. I tried to do one for Shuu-kun before, but he refused.”

“I think he was probably surprised by the offer. Maybe he was embarrassed.”

“Really? He didn’t have to be shy.”

As they were chatting, Ryouhei leaned against Minato’s back, causing Minato to groan as he was folded in half.

To Hanazawa, Shiragiku, and Seo, they looked like an innocent Labrador retriever sitting on top of a serious black Shiba inu. Next to them, Kaito and Seiya had expressions of exasperation.

Tommy-sensei announced the next regimen.

“Everyone, bring out your phones. We’re going to record everyone’s shooting.”

They stood in front of the target in order. When they finished recording, they watched themselves on the screen. The things that were always pointed out were visualized, so they were able to accept them. At the end, they repeated the important points with Masa-san.

During the break, Nanao showed everyone the photos he saved on his phone. Kanbayashi was impressed by the figurine of a frog drawing a bow and an illustration of a frog wearing a headband while studying. It was filled with frog pictures.

“Kisaragi-senpai, you’re amazing. It’s a whole parade of frogs, kero. Oh, what’s this one?”

“That’s a picture my parents sent me. They’re obsessed with taking pictures of rainbows. They don’t just take pictures of rainbows in the sky, but all sorts of places like on bicycle reflectors and glass windows.”

“The colors change depending on how the light is reflected,” Keyaki said in admiration.

As Nanao was sliding through his photos, Masa-san asked him to stop at one of them.

“This is…”

“Oh, that photo was taken at a shrine on an isolated island. It looks like a rainbow-colored ring and magenta orb floating, but in reality, the setting sun shining between the torii gates was like a chrysanthemum flower, and each petal was shining in a rainbow color. It was really beautiful, apparently. Doesn’t it look mystical?”

“Oh, yeah, you’re right. Sorry, but could you share this photo with me?”

“Okay. But the locals asked us not to post it on social media. There are also worshippers included in the picture, and apparently they won’t be able to handle the influx of tourists on sightseeing tours.”

“Got it.”

Masa-san covered his mouth with his long fingers.

For some reason, Minato felt a chill as he stared at his profile.

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feliciadraws · 6 months

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Okay, so @bamboorocket introduced me to a piece of Japanese clothing called a hitatare, and…well, my first thought was ‘that’s it I’ve GOT to draw Waka wearing one of these haha’ so yeah…🥵

Also I decided to use a similar kind of 90s-style shading like I did with my Deep Rock Galactic thing a while ago!

#okami #okami waka #waka #Okami fanart #my artwork #what can I say? the simp brainworms do be worming’#of course I had to draw it like an open shirt thing haha

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windermeresimblr · 1 year

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The Shining Courtier (A Heian-Era Lookbook, Part 2)

Just outside the sudare blinds, a well-dressed (if battle-scarred) courtier passes the time...

(1) I know this is actually from Inu-Yasha, but the shape is very good for a casual court outfit if you take off the armor and extra belt. (Although if someone has a tutorial on how to get the Heian-era clothes off Gamesir, that would be appreciated!)

#sims 3 lookbook #sims 3 medieval

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odaclan · 1 year

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NHK news coverage of how Kimura Takuya’s power of fame draws massive screaming crowds to Gifu last Sunday. Kimura participated in the annual Nobunaga Festival in Gifu as part of the promotion for the upcoming movie “The Legend & Butterfly”.

Itou Hideaki, who also had a role in the movie, actually was also present in that parade. You can see him briefly in the above video clip, the one wearing green hitatare and a hat, riding behind Kimura. However, the news coverage was mostly about Kimura, and there was hardly (if at all) mention of Itou.

Then again, this is just one news coverage. Perhaps other news channels had mentioned Itou. Still, Kimura had the leading role of Nobunaga. I suppose that it made sense if the coverage highlights him more than Itou, whose role was that of a relatively obscure Saitou clan vassal.

#nhk #Gifu City #Gifu #Gifu Nobunaga Matsuri #oda nobunaga #kimura takuya #itou hideaki #festival

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ikeromantic · 2 years

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Mitsuhide Akechi + Fire + Ash + Erato

That's all I could think of! Thanks in advance!💖 Can't wait for you to have your 1k celebration!💫

I saved this one for last ^_^ The final request for the 900 follower celebration. Approx. 1500 words on Mitsuhide, themes of Fire, Ash - divination, and Erato - eroticism.

Mitsuhide knelt beside the firepit and added kindling. Outside the shelter, the wind blew fiercely and the rain fell fast and hard. The only sound was the groan of the surrounding trees and the fury of the storm. It was a bad night to be out, but he didn’t mind the hardship. Tomorrow he would make it home. His little mouse was less than a day’s ride away. He could take one more cold and lonely night.

The tiny shelter had no door, only an oiled cloth hung just under the roof ledge. The wind tore at it, slapping the wet cloth into the frame on each side and blowing it back into the dry space behind it. Mitsuhide stood up, ready to secure it with a tie to each side. Like this, it would put out his small fire and make this night even more miserable.

He bent, leaning close to the frame to see how best to secure it when the cloth ripped out of his hands. A pale, dripping hand gripped the curtain.

Mitsuhide took a step back, surprised. No sane person would be out in this weather. He looked over the figure. Wet hair hung over the face, hiding their features. Their clothes were muddy and and sopping wet. He couldn’t say what color they might have been before the storm, though the cut looked fine. “Welcome,” he said, smiling to cover his suspicion. “I’m glad to have company on a night like this.”

“Is that so?” The voice was amused, full of a familiar mischief. She pushed the hair back from her face and gave him a look of amusement. “Just any company or -”

She didn’t have a chance to finish. Mitsuhide had her in his arms, holding her. His hands carefully checking her for injury or signs of illness. Love and exasperation boiled up in him. She’d come out to meet him! She’d come out in this weather to meet him. “What are you doing, you little fool?”

He rained kisses on her face and her hands and ran his fingers through her hair. “You could get sick! You could have gotten lost! Or fallen into a flooded stream and drowned!” Of all the things he’d expected, predicted, in this trip, this was not one of them. She should be home, safe and waiting.

“But I didn’t,” she replied in smug satisfaction. Her arms curled around him. “In my defense, it wasn’t raining when I left out this morning either. Not even a cloud in the sky.”

Mitsuhide laughed, the sound a little desperate. “Anything might have happened. You shouldn’t have come alone! What would I do if something happened to you, little one?” He held her close, comforting himself with the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against his chest.

“Probably the same thing I’d do if something happened to you.” She snuggled against him and shivered.

“You’re soaking wet.” Mitsuhide sighed. She was so impetuous. Fearless and foolish and he loved her for it. More than was wise. He began to peel off her sodden clothes.

She leaned back and grinned at him. “Already trying to get me naked? I only just got here, you naughty boy!”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “I consider that a bonus to the very practical need to get you dry and warm.” That was what he said, of course, but the sight of her skin in the flickering light of his fire aroused a twin heat in him that wasn’t funny at all. And she knew it.

The chatelaine untied her hakama and slid them off her hips and then took hold of the last bit of cloth, the thin white hitoe and slowly bared her chest and belly. “Bonus, hm?” The effect was only a little spoiled by the cold dimples scattered over her arms and legs.

“Come here, little mouse, and let me warm you up.” He opened his hitatare and beckoned her close.

She giggled. “Oh what big eyes you have, grandma.” Then she snuggled against his chest, her cold hands settling around his waist.

He sat down on his mat with her on his lap and rubbed her skin in short, brisk motions. “My eyes are big? Are you drunk, little mouse? Because it sounded like you called me grandma.”

“Mmmm, more like the big bad wolf. It’s from a western children’s story in my time.” She let out a happy sigh. “Pretty sure red riding hood didn’t get this kind of treatment before he ate her all up.”

Mitsuhide raised an eyebrow. “Am I going to devour you then?”

“Your eyes say yes but . . .” her fingers traced a hot little line down his side to his pelvic bone. Then lower still, that light touch sending a very different kind of shiver up his spine. “Oh! Your body says yes too. I have no chance. I am definitely getting eaten.”

He leaned down letting his lips brush the skin of her throat, her collarbone, the tip of her breast. “You do look very tasty. But wherever should I start?” His golden eyes gleamed in the dim light and for a moment, he felt very much the wolf.

“Y-you could start there . . .”

“Where? Here perhaps?” He nipped her shoulder. “Or here?” He kissed the inside of her elbow.

She wriggled in his lap, the motion sending little waves of heat and yearning through him. “I was thinking somewhere a little lower?”

Mitsuhide leaned her back and kissed the spot right beneath her sternum. “Ah, so right here?” He knew what she wanted. That took no supernatural skill. But he wanted her to say it.

“Maybe . . . a little to the left?” She shifted, brushing against his cheek with her breast.

“So demanding, little mouse.” He drew a tightening spiral around the sensitive skin of her nipple with the tip of his tongue, watching the way the skin tightened and dimpled from his touch. Then he bit down lightly.

She cried out, arching back, her hands clutching at his clothes. “M-Mitsuhide!”

He relented, changing to a gentle, suckling pressure, rolling her nipple against his tongue. Her skin had a faint herbal flavor, a light spice that was almost sweet. “Delectable.” He smiled. “Now where else should I nibble, hm?” He traced a finger down her abdomen. “Lower still?”

Mitsuhide nipped her side, licking from the edge of her breast down to her hip, leaving little kiss marks down her ribs. He had to lift her a bit to reach the spot with his mouth, and he missed her pleasant weight in his lap. But like this she was at his mercy and he liked that quite a bit too.

“I am . . . going to get you back for this,” she sighed. Her arms stretched back behind her in a languorous motion.

“Oh yes, I can see that. You are clearly plotting my demise right now.” He laughed softly. “I best finish devouring you, lest you devour me first.”

“Yeah, you - you better.”

Her breath was unsteady now, perhaps due to the way he was nibbling along her pelvic bone. She was splayed open in his grasp, as inviting as a peach. He wanted to accept the invitation, just not yet.

Mitsuhide adjusted his grasp on her, settling her legs on his shoulders, carefully cushioning her head and upper back on his legs. His lips caressed the satin skin of her thighs and he left little love bite patterns to mark his progress.

She arched and bucked against him, her body begging him for more. The sounds she made were lost to the rage of the storm around him, but he could see the expressions on her face and knew how desperate he made her. It only stoked the fires in him to know that his touch had such an effect.

He let his breath ghost across her mound, let his cheek brush the downy hair there as he kissed everywhere but the one place she wanted most for his lips to go.

“You aren’t a wolf,” she huffed. “You’re the devil.”

“Is that so, little mouse? In that case, what am I getting in exchange for this?” He allowed himself the slightest taste of her, just a flick of his tongue along the edge of her cleft. “Devils make deals, afterall.” His voice was thick and rough, more desperate than he meant to let on.

“The task is the reward?” She let out a laugh that turned into a moan as he kissed the spot again, this time more slowly.

It seemed he’d had enough of teasing her. Enough of taunting himself.

Cries of pleasure were lost in the voice of the storm. Silver fox, snake, wolf, or devil, she was his little mouse and he ate her all up. Again and again, with the promise of more come the dawn, and more at their arrival home, and more still because making love is what lovers do.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen mitsuhide #mitsuhide akechi #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #very spicy

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tanuki-kimono · 1 month

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Formal outfits for upper ranks samurai & Most formal for lesser ranks samurai - Hitatare, Daimon and Suô court dress,

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

The Hitatare

直垂 Hitatare first appeared as an attire worn by lower class warriors. As buke (warrior class) rose into status, it was slowy established as a formal garb for samurai during Kamakura period.

In Edo period, hitatare was the most formal attire worn by samurai of the 3rd rank and above. Fabrics used were luxurious, such as 精好織 seigo-ori (a type of textured silk, also used for Shinto priest clothing nowadays).

風折烏帽子 Kazaori-eboshi - black-lacquered hat made of silk, cloth or paper, originally worn by Heian nobility. Many eboshi shapes exist, this one is a upright style (tate-eboshi 立烏帽子) with top folded to the left.

袴 Hakama - formal pants, more exactly 長袴 nagabakama trailing pants

小さ刀 Chîsagatana - a small decorative katana

胸紐 Munahimo - chest ties, first appeared on Heian nobility clothes

菊綴 Kikutoji - decorative tassel-like knots, first appeared on Heian nobility clothes

袖括 Sodekukuri - decorative sleeve ties. Originally appeared on Heian clothings (like kariginu, nôshi, etc) where they were used to tighten sleeve cuffs. Later types like the tiny ones above are purely decorative.

The Daimon

The 大紋 daimon is a specific hitatare set patterned with large 紋 mon (clan/family crests). It was worn by fifth court rank samurai (rank of the daimyô lords for example).

It was put over a 熨斗目 noshime, a type of kosode (=ancestor of the kimono) worn by samurai, with stripes or lattice pattern around waist area.

The Suô

The 素襖 Suô, also a variation of the hitatare, was the ceremonial dress of the lower-ranked samurai. Via explicit permission of the shogunate, some samurai could be granted the right to wear 布衣 hoi (a type of kariginu).

It looked very similar to daimon set, but showed fewer crests of much smaller size. The hat was also different as they wore one called a 侍烏帽子 samurai eboshi.

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daeva-agas · 8 months

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I kind of like the idea of Dousuru costuming Nobukatsu with an outfit that looks like the Meme Fodder Nobunaga painting, but I just reaaaaally don't like that Mitokomon sleeveless haori (chanchanko) that they used.

So if someone told me to redesign that costume to my own preference, these are my (very biased) offerings:

A) Very Strictly Historical: Just a standard daimon hitatare, but keeping the same colour scheme. Nothing special here.

B) Going Ham With Fancy: A Noh costume style kataginu and hakama, but cut to the wearer's size instead of big and bulky. The kataginu and hakama are embroidered with fancier designs, and a patterned kosode is worn underneath.

C) Ahistorical, but Relatively Simple: Based on a suou, a samurai formal wear, with the sleeves removed to be reminiscent of a kataginu. The sleeve slits are placed on the kosode, revealing the red innermost kimono/juban (may give the impression of slash wounds, can be used for dramatic flair/symbolism). This kind of design risks inviting protests from history-conscious viewers for being "weird", although maybe creative framing and camera cuts can distract the viewers from noticing.

D) Just Messing Around Now: Based on a suikan, a nobleman's attire that's also a Noh costume staple. Tied in the kind of casual tarikubi manner, to also make it more reminiscent of kataginu. It's a combination of the B and C concepts (Noh costume + formal wear), basically. Least likely to be acceptable for a Taiga drama, is probably more suitable for a fantasy/anime type of story.

(Designed for the role of Nobukatsu, despite the colour scheme, not Nobunaga)

(I also don't really like the actor cast in the role in Dousuru TBH, and the way the character is written, but that's another story)

#my doodles #agas rambles #dousuru ieyasu #not really but sort of #kimono #costume design #my lord #I'm just frustrated at all the dramas portraying nobukatsu as dumb #Dousuru went out of their way to make Ujizane Sad and Katsuyori Heroic and shit #Casted handsome actors too #to further the uwu factor #but nobukatsu is just a pathetic bumbling fool #and this drives me mad #I was happy about katsuyori and ujizane ok #I was like ok maybe despite its flaws I could love this #but nope #This drama kind of went with this thing where the Oda folks are kinda shitty #except maybe Oichi IDK #Nobunaga was also kinda shitty towards Yasu

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valkariel · 8 months

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(Currant) Shishu Bujin

» Adapted from “Shishu Bujin” by Erin Arckanger «

I really liked the head/top/bottom combo in Erin Arckanger's "Shishu Bujin" (check it out!) and wanted to wear it myself :> I only switched the gloves for a little moon detail on the cuff.

Head: Warg Pelt of Casting - default Body: Shishu Bujin Hitatare - currant purple Hands: Warwolf Gloves of Casting - ash grey Legs: Spaekona's Skirt - currant purple Feet: Shishu Obutozori - ash grey

Earring: The Emperor's New Earrings Neck: The Emperor's New Necklace Wrists: The Emperor's New Bracelet Right Ring: The Emperor's New Ring Left Ring: The Emperor's New Ring

Main Hand: Byakko's Enspirited Rod Off Hand: --

Fashion Accessory: -- Minion: -- Location: Faeberry Atelier

Shader: Faeberry Studio

#ffxiv #ffxiv glamour #ffxiv au ra #ffxiv black mage #glamour backlog #inspired by other glam #valkariel ilmarë #au ra #raen #black mage #purples/violets #no mogstation items #no seasonal items #eastern glamour #tribal glamour #fantasy glamour

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metmuseum · 1 year

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Noh costume (Hitatare). 19th century. Credit line: Purchase, Friends of Asian Art Gifts, 2002 https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/65061

#aesthetic #art #abstract art #art museum #art history #The Metropolitan Museum of Art #museum #museum photography #museum aesthetic #dark academia

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liminalpsych-in-teyvat · 8 months

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Notes for A Matter of Duty - Chapter 10 - Raindrops of yesterday

Whew! Okay, taking a longer break before chapter 11. I wanna play the 4.0 Genshin release! Also I have a short story to write for the Hidden Akasha Records Discord’s Summerfest by September, and two larp proposals to submit to a convention by September as well, plus stuff for work, plus I have to figure out a bit more detailed outlining for the next chapters… so as soon as I’m done with all that, I’ll get on chapter 11. Expect it ~mid September, most likely.

And it looks like I'm really committing to that Kushiel's Impact tag for chapter 10. Maybe Thoma needs a red mote in his eye. Welp. I didn't expect it to go quite like that but here we are.

Thanks again to the fantastic PancakeBeast for beta reading!

Notes and references:

In case it wasn't clear, Ayaru is the name I'm using for Ayato and Ayaka's father. Who doesn't have a name in canon yet. If we ever get a name for him, I'll go back and edit it in.

Modern Inazuma (when the Traveler arrives) has some Meiji era influence which is visible in Ayato's outfit in the game. Inazuma of a decade ago should theoretically look more like early Edo period based on correlating events, and depictions of the Kamisatos when Ayato and Ayaka were young show them in more traditional outfits. So I'm going to assume Ayato is wearing more Edo period clothing in this fanfic, and probably the hitatare, which I'll just be calling a kimono for simplicity's sake (and because it is technically a type of kimono, based on what I've read). It still has the long sleeves of his outfit in game, too.

Sentaku washing in Edo: Washing kimono and related garments seriously involved unstitching them entirely.

How do you wash a kimono: I couldn't find how often a silk kimono might get washed, but unlined clothing was washed every 3-4 days.

The Art of the Bedchamber and Jin Ping Mei: The book Thoma buys from Yao Publishing House, The Way of Loving, is a play on the Tao of Loving, a term for the Taoist sexual practices of the Han and Tang dynasties of China, texts on which mostly survived on in Japan. It probably has a bit of Su Nü Jing, [Yu Fang Zhi Yao](), and Secrets of the Jade Chamber (I kid you not, that's the translation). It likely also contains some shunga art. (A couple resources I found mention that sex manuals circulated amongst aristocracy of the Edo period, covering everything from positions to hygiene, so probably there's something similar in the Kamisato library. But Thoma might not realize that, and definitely wouldn't want to ask anyone about it.)

Short history of Japan's bathing culture: I saved several of these links multiple chapters ago, and now I finally get to use them! A history of baths and bathhouses in Japan.

Honami Enya creates detailed cross-sections of sentos: I don't even know how I stumbled across this but it's amazing. Loads of illustrations of the floorplans of Japanese bathhouses with people shown doing bathhouse activities in them! (Appropriate bathhouse activities, as opposed to Thoma's. Tsk.)

Ofuros, sentos, onsen – Edo etiquette of taking a bath: An etiquette article from the 1980's.

Were public baths used for hookups in Edo period Japan? Hard to say, but they probably weren't the primary way to do so. They are used that way nowadays by some people, though it's highly discouraged, and there are certainly "bathhouses" specifically for gay hookup culture in modern times as well, but Aisa Bathhouse is almost certainly not one of those.

Mizuame is "water candy", a sweet syrup made from glutinous rice starch or sweet potato starch.

Kagara suzu are Japanese bells used in Shinto ritual.

Summary of the fic itself with content warnings, tags, etc so you can decide if you want to read it or not before you click on the link.

A Matter of Duty https://archiveofourown.org/works/47604337?view_full_work=true

A year after the death of Ayato and Ayaka's parents, the clan succession is contested from within and without. Kamisato Ayato will do anything—anything—to ensure the safety of his family and the stability of his clan.

But powerful supporters come at an unimaginable price. When Ayato's own sacrifices aren't enough, he is forced to involve Thoma in a web of intrigue and exploitation that will push them to the breaking points of their bodies, their minds, and their very hearts.

or: Kushiel's Dart meets Genshin Impact in a quick-scorch-to-slow-burn romantic drama of court intrigue, sexual politics, and sacrifice.

Note: Mind the tags. More specific content warnings will be given at the beginning of each chapter, and the story tags will be updated as needed. All characters in sex scenes are adults.

Rating: Explicit. It's porn with plot. Porn as a vehicle for plot, or plot as a vehicle for porn, you can interpret it either way. (I prefer: porn and plot as a vehicle for ~feels~)

Tags that I'm not actually turning into tags here, but it gives you an idea of what you're in for: Kamisato Ayato/Thoma (Genshin Impact), dubious consent but not between Ayato and Thoma, slow burn, sex ed, first time, self-sacrifice, humiliation, exhibitionism, oral sex, anal sex, bdsm, bad bdsm etiquette, rough sex, breath play, impact play, bondage, service kink, abuse, sadism, codependency, shame, guilt, jealousy, possessiveness, trauma, ptsd, dissociation, political sex work, or sex work for political maneuvering, or political survival sex work if that’s a thing, exploitation, blackmail, political machinations, political intrigue, no aftercare, maybe someday some aftercare, hurt/comfort, mostly hurt for a long time but eventually comfort, oblivious disaster gays, for such socially savvy people they are terrible at personal relationships, dominant Ayato, submissive Thoma, top Ayato, bottom Thoma, Ayato is incredibly parentified, Thoma has no sense of self-preservation, self-sacrifice isn't a contest but don't tell Ayato and Thoma that, it's like the snipe-the-check game at restaurants but with sex and politics, Kushiel's Impact, no really this was in my drafts for the longest time as Kusheline Thomato Fic, everyone's an adult in this timeline except Ayaka, she gets protected at all costs, original characters out of necessity, finding appropriate existing Inazuma npcs for some of these roles was impossible

Full fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47604337?view_full_work=true

Chapter 10 - Raindrops of yesterday: Thoma explores the possibilities of service, and gets some much-needed advice.

Chapter contains: Humiliation, shame, fear play, breath play, choking, poorly/partially negotiated kink, no aftercare, power dynamics, sex work, sex for favors, anal sex, minor orgasm denial, begging, allusions to semi-public sex

#genshin fanfic #kamisato ayato #thoma #a matter of duty #my writing #amod #amod chapter 10 #kamisato ayato x thoma #ayathoma #thomato #kushiel's impact

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