#ningyō

[wandering-hat-guy]

Dottore already snatched up Ningyō. It has traded its vision, feather and sword for soup.

I don't know if you want an update on Brick and Clubs. But if you want, I will update you on their wellbeing.

- love anon

Of course that useless piece of fresh wood traded it's most valuable items for something as wasteful as Soup.

[clubs-anon]

...Wow. Ningyō has no idea how valuable a Vision is. It exchanged its feather, sword, and Dendro Vision... for a bowl of soup.

(i-..)

[Hands covered her face. A pained sigh, audible.]

[love1kimono]

Pine Needle Kimono 1903

A geisha wearing a kimono with a beautiful Matsuba-chirashi pattern, which represents scattered pine needles, holding an Ichimatsu ningyō.

[mtonino]

Air Doll (2009) Hirokazu Kore-eda

[ayanos-pl]

もう雛人形が飾られている某所

hina-ningyō, czyli specjalne zestawy lalek przedstawiających postacie dworu cesarskiego

hina doll set

[an-active-rabbit]

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[nihonnojihifukainomajonoseiiki]

Yesterday, I made a wara ningyō (a straw doll used for warding off unpleasant things and people.)

I hammered nails into it, because I wanted to curse Eleonora (my former friend who betrayed me.)

[gamblersdoll]

language barrier, fluff, slight crack (part two will come shortly.) please contact for translation errors.

bakugou doesnt necessarily know what he sounds like speaking his native tongue.

well, sure he does, he sounds like himself, the hell did they mean when they said ‘he sounds different?’ he didnt know what that meant and he damn sure didnt care to know.

so when he meets his american girlfriend, he may take it into consideration.

“hey, baby?” you innocently ask, having him look to you in his peripheral vision, one hand on the wheel of his expensive car. “what do you sound like when you speak japanese?”

he sucks his teeth, rolling his eyes and a heavy sigh. “why do you want to know..” he asked, reaching over and squeezing your thigh— as per usual. “you ain ovulating again, are ya?”

yes.

“no, not really? just curious.” you ask politely, squeezing his fingers. “please, katsu? ill never ask agai—“

“no.” he says, applying pressure to the brake and then finally turning to you. you sigh, contemplating if you should ask when he was in a better mood. he sees you deflate, and he sighs dramatically. “if i do this, you better pay for dinner.”

“deal!” you beam, red light turning green reflecting off your skin.

“anata wa watashi no shinkē o sakanade shimasu.” he breathes out, turning to look at you briefly until back to the street. “shikashi, anata wa tokidoki sore de kawaī desu.”

“im not sure what that meant but you called me cute.” you giggle, trying to read his expression. “ again?” you asked, because his voice was a little bit deeper, almost baritone.

he presses his lips together— this annoying little girl, he thinks. “bitchi, watashi wa nippon jin no ningyō dewa arimasen.”

“did you just call me a bitch?”

“sure did, for now.” he snickers, putting a hand on your head and gently pulling you in for a forehead kiss. “now hush, and we’re getting five guys tonight.”

“you want five guys?” you ask, holding back a smile.

“kutabare!”

property of gamblersdoll 2025. do not copy, translate, or modify my work.

[kisskisame]

Cooked up something for day one of Kisame Week run by @kisames-corner - I picked the prompt Yokai AU!

My choices for everyone here, for those interested:

Kisame - Isonade

Sasori - Shikigami

Kakuzu - Fuguruma yōhi

Hidan - Wara ningyō and Katashiro

Designs Taken From Official Art for Anime Japan 2025:

Deidara - Karakasa kozō

Itachi - Shinigami

[wandering-hat-guy]

KABUKIMONO IS BASICALLY PLANNING TO ABANDON THE FOURTH WHERE DOTTORE CAN SNATCH HIM UP???? BRO???

His thoughts quickly came to a halt.

..so that's who the crow is.. Heh..

Wanderer shattered the hilichurl mask under his foot, grinning and giggling; letting dark anger once again nest within him, just as it always used to do.

That useless puppet... And here I thought it had Finally learned to Think.

[clubs-anon]

...kabu left ningyō to be caught by Dottore.

(...)

hm..

(..well, that confirms my thought, I suppose..)

[love1kimono]

Genroku Doll Display 1905

Geiko (geisha) Chiyo of Osaka, dressed in the Genroku Style, setting out a historical Hina-matsuri (Doll Festival) display, a gosho-ningyō (Palace doll), a pair of inu-bako (dog boxes), and an amagatsu-ningyō (Heavenly-child doll).

[thefreelanceangel]

On the far northern edge of Shishu, at the base of Mount Rokkon, a village once bustled with life.

He presumed as much, anyway.

Several of the missives retrieved from the mercenaries he'd picked off in the Coerthan snows mentioned Minakami Village as the eventual delivery point. Maps of Hingashi showed nothing with such a name, and in truth, no one outside of the damnable family would've likely been able to find the location.

Stepping into the single building still intact, Kokoro reflected that Niccolo deserved more credit than he'd been willing to initially offer. The mercenary would not have been able to find the remains of the Minakami Village, but he could keep Imayo safe.

Kokoro knew he could also keep Imayo safe, but he could also speak to the kami of the island, could speak with the yokai lingering at the edges of the ruins. He could undertake the draining task of fighting the wards concealed in heaps of weathered rock, could break past the fading ofuda still containing protective aether and push thru to the shrine at the center of the village's remains.

Imayo could have... but at far, far greater risk to herself, and Kokoro did not trust the mercenary to recognize her limits. Best that this task fall to him.

It still ran through him, that faint tug leading far northwest. He paused in mid-step to focus on it, to feel it beating through him, a pulse divorced from his own living heart and yet more truly vital to him than mere heart or lungs could be.

With a sigh, Kokoro pushed his attention outward, looking at the iwakura centered in the shrine. The shimenawa binding it were freshly woven; the shide gleamed through the wisps of red mist rising from the base of the stone.

"I know you're present," he said loudly. He did not pause to clap or bow. Anyone could designate an area as a shrine, drape it with the trappings of sanctity. That did not make it sacred. Especially not to one who could feel the emptiness beneath the shimenawa.

Or hear the soft wails of the bound souls many yalms beneath the blood-stained earth itself.

The yurei did not rise from the floor nor did she drift down from the ceiling. She simply appeared in front of the iwakura and bowed politely. "I am present," she replied.

"Why were the mercenaries instructed to bring her here?" Kokoro crossed his arms. "You told me she was not intended as a sacrifice. I can feel what is beneath the village. Why would they be told to bring her here?"

"The Dollmaker." Akane Kurosawa, the first sacrifice of the Kurosawa family some seven hundred years before, folded her hands together. "The last of the Kajiwara family, indentured to the Kurosawa, once lived here. The clay he requires to build the ikite iru ningyō is here amongst the ruins." She spread an intangible hand, gesturing to the earth. "Here is where his family succeeded with most of their research into the ikite iru ningyō. He is who wishes the return of the shadowborn."

He wanted to give in to the anger seeping through his body. To find the Dollmaker she referenced and pull the living aether from him. If the man found the border of life and death so fascinating, perhaps he should be locked there for an eternity or two.

Kokoro drew a slow breath and held it. The time he'd spent in Imayo's company taught him much of self-control, despite how new some of these emotions were. And so he held onto the anger as it darkened to rage. "Why? The shadowborn are rare, yes, but not unheard of. There are others."

"None that have crossed his path." The yurei spread her hands briefly. "None in the Kurosawa family history. One in the Tachibana family history, but they are long dead."

He crossed his arms, jaw tensing. "She is not Kurosawa nor Tachibana. The family names you mention have not crossed bloodlines with hers. She is outside of you, her blood will not strengthen the abominations this Dollmaker seeks to create."

"Perhaps. Perhaps not. You asked why the mercenaries were instructed to bring the shadowborn here. I have answered." Akane folded her hands anew against her skirt.

"And if I kill the Dollmaker? Will this cease?" This problem needed efficient solutions. A shadowborn still lived a mortal span; he couldn't spend the next few decades eliminating every member of this atrocious family to protect her. What time Imayo had, he wanted to spend with her.

The yurei did not answer for many long moments. Nor did she move. He did not press her. Nor did he move.

"Yes."

Akane then said no more, fading from view as the first drops of rain struck the oiled paper of the shoji. Kokoro lingered only a moment, listening lest she give one last whisper, before he left, strides lengthening into a run.

If only one man stood between Imayo and a peaceful existence, then he would eliminate that man as swiftly as possible. The sooner the Dollmaker bled out into the earth, the sooner he could return to Imayo's side.

Kokoro's run stretched into a sprint.

[hakuuji]

@hizzashii / closed starter.

“you seem to become more like a doll by the day,” it was jarring for him, being able to remember who he was as a human, “they’ve started describing a ghostly spirit hanging around the temple — something that is like a human, but not completely.”

“is that a name you want? ningyō?”

[an-active-rabbit]

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: @kazutora-kurokawa is at it again, inspiring me and stuff. To be fair, I've been looking for some redeeming quality about this asshat - and tbh, I've not found anything. I think he's a lost cause, guys. Also, ningyō = "doll" and "human shape" in Japanese. I hope I'm not offending anyone with my little nicknames for reader. It's not my intention. I'm just trying to make it cute <3.

C/W ::: Kisaki x F.reader, morning M->F oral , really sweet Kisaki (where the lies come into play), just gross. So sweet and full of lies it's gross. Don't @ me about the massive inaccuracies here lmao. I'm fully aware.

WC ::: Just over 1,100

MDNI UNDER THE CUT, PLEASE//THANKS!

“Mmmaaahhh, where do you think you're going? Don't leave bed yet. Please?" Kisaki was so needy in the mornings. It's been like this since the beginning of your relationship. "Stay. Just a few more minutes?" He begged.

"Kisa', a few more minutes is the same universal trick as just the tip. I know that if I stay here for a few more minutes that we'll fall back to sleep and the whole day will be fucked." You smiled down at him from where you stood at the edge of the bed.

"You know ... you, too, could be fucked, ningyō. Come on. I felt you rubbing your ass against my dick all night." Kisaki was trying so hard to get you to listen to him.

"I was freezing my ass off and scooting closer to you so I could warm up. You always leave the window open like a psychopath. I mean, y'know. You are. That's all I was doing. It wasn't sexual." Laughing at him you noticed he furrowed his brow and frowned.

"You just like teasing me." He turned over in bed and pulled the covers up to his chin.

"I am not a tease, Kisa'. You're just a big baby." You were starting to feel bad. So you sat down and pulled the covers back from his face and tucked your fingers under his chin instead and kissed him. "How. How do you always have the best breath in the morning. You're an anomaly. A complete freak of nature. You defy logic."

"Please come back to bed. I need you." Did his lip tremble? No. You're seeing things.

"I need you too, Kisa'. But we have work to do today. I'm already running late."

"Then come back to bed and we can be late together." He reached up and pulled your shirt, dragging you closer and closer to him. To be fair, you weren't really putting up a fight. Your legs were already against the bed and you had no resistance left in you.

"Okay, maybe a few more minutes. But if we fall back to sleep, you're making breakfast." You smiled and laid down next to him.

He buried his nose in your neck and absorbed your scent and heat against his face. His stubble tickled you, making you tip your head to the side to keep him out as best you could - even though you wanted all of him all over you.

"You smell so good, ningyō. Like home." He breathed in again, nuzzling deeper into you.

"Well, I am home, so it makes sense."

"You are my home. My family." Kisaki's voice was soft and quiet. You felt him move closer to you, but didn't think anything of it until you felt his teeth on your shoulder.

"Hey! What are you doing?" You tried to push him away, but he held you tighter.

"I just want a little taste." He whispered and sucked on your skin, marking you.

"Kisa'! No! We can't right now. We'll be late!"

"Then don't let me fuck you. All you have to do is make me believe you don't want to do this. That's all." He bit down a little harder, making you gasp.

"Stop! Stop or I won't let you touch me at all." You laughed so hard. He always made you laugh. This was a side of him that no one else got to bear witness to. The kind and gentle Kisaki. The playful Kisaki. The Kisaki that made your heart burst with love.

He pulled away and licked the mark he made on your skin. It was red and tender to the touch. You could tell it would be purple by the end of the day.

"Kisa'. Please." You couldn't stop laughing.

"Fine. You win." He sighed and rolled away from you. "Just kidding!" He got on his hands and knees and scooted down under the covers, working his way between your legs. "I'm hungry for a different kind of breakfast."

"Wait! Kisa'! You said you wouldn't fuck me! No!" You tried to grab his head and stop him from moving, but he was already under your shirt and pulling your panties down.

"I never promised anything. Just that I wouldn't fuck you. Not that I couldn't make you feel good." His tongue was soft and warm against your folds. "Just lay back and enjoy it. It won't take long." He hummed against your cunt and sucked on your clit, making your whole body shake.

"Kisa'. Noooo-hahahaaaa! Please. Not now. We'll be la- fuck, god." You couldn't stop yourself from grinding against his face. You were so weak for him. And he knew it.

He pushed your legs wider apart and moved his tongue faster, pressing it deeper into you, rubbing your clit just hard enough that you'd feel it but soft enough that you sought him out more.

Your back arched and your eyes rolled back. You gripped the sheets and felt yourself gush over his face as he sucked every drop of you from his lips.

He pulled himself out from under the covers and kissed you deeply.

You adore how he kisses you. It's perfect. His lips are perfect for yours. His tongue is perfect for yours. The taste of you on his tongue is perfect. It's all perfect.

"You're a brat." You whispered, pulling him closer to you.

"I'm your brat and you're perfect. Come on. Let's go to work." He laughed and jumped off the bed, dragging you with him. "And you know, you have to return the favor tonight. So be ready."

"Don't worry. I'll be ready." You kissed him again and held his hand as you walked to the shower together. "And I'll make sure to lock the window so you won't be able to open it and freeze me to death while we sleep."

"Fine. But you can't lock me out of your heart, ningyō." He smiled and turned on the water. "Let's hurry and get cleaned up. We have a day ahead of us."

You smiled at him and shook your head. Kisaki was something else. But you loved him. And you'd love him forever.

"Kisa', you know I'm never leaving you, right? You don't have to keep marking me like this. I'm already yours. Always."

"I just want to make sure everyone knows who you belong to, ningyō. That's all. Now, let's get ready. I'm starving." He pulled you into the shower and started washing your hair, massaging your scalp with his fingers and humming a tune that made you melt.

This man was really and truly something else entirely.

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