yall i just KEEP doing back to mizu and taigen's wrestling scene in master eiji's forge and like i know that taigen literally got a boner from it BUT THE THING IS out of all the scenes these two have together, this scene actually has the least sexual tension ?!? cuz like the boner aside, this scene is actually very soft and emotions-driven rather than pure passion or lust.
arguably, a more passionate and sexually-charged scene would be their previous brawl in the snow with the chopsticks, which is tense and angry and also the scene that mizu thinks about when madame kaji talks about being honest with one's innermost desires.
but THIS scene in the forge? warm colours. their laughter and their smiles that both equally genuine. the WAY taigen looks at mizu in that scene, staring first at her lips, her smile, then looking into her eyes. and you can see by the framing of the scene and the look on his face that he is, for the first time, seeing her eyes as something beautiful rather than off-putting or frightening.
like before this point he's already come to not only respect mizu as a person and an equal but also admires her as an incredible swordsman and as someone who is kind and honourable* for having saved his life at the expense of her revenge quest. so as of the time of them tussling in the forge, taigen has already put aside his prejudices about mizu's blue eyes and no longer finds them as any cause for disgust. but in this scene he's not just indifferent about her eyes, but attracted too it.
and i'd also like to argue that his boner is not from the physical exertion or the act of wrestling itself, but from the intimacy of a playful spar, enjoying each other's easy company after having established a deep trust with each other (taigen endured torture for mizu and helped defend her from archers in the chasm while mizu saved his life from fowler's castle)
and all this while in the safety of mizu's childhood home while both of them are still recovering from near-death, amplifying their vulnerability with each other.
like when was the last time mizu cracked a genuine smile, let alone a laugh that's more than a little wry chuckle?? and for this to happen at such a low point in her life also speaks to the comfort this little friendly spar gives her.
because like, this is after she failed her mission to kill fowler. meanwhile her sword--the embodiment of her soul--is broken, and ringo who is her closest confidant is now angry at her and barely even looks at her. it just further lends to the inherent tenderness and intimacy in this scene. and i just. AHHHH i love them your honour....
* ALSO as a side note about taigen believing mizu to be honourable: he later realises that this assumption turns out to be quite false when she reveals that she'd not only allowed akemi to be taken away against her will but also has said nothing about fowler's impending attack on edo.
also i find it very interesting that out of the two revelations, taigen is less angered by mizu letting akemi being married off (he sighs angrily and marches off saying he has to go to edo to find akemi), but much more angered by mizu's refusal to save the shogun and the shogunate as a whole.
this is more proof that taigen's central principles are firmly rooted in the bushido and the concept of honour that comes with that. it's why he lashes out at mizu. because he'd believed mizu to be honourable and righteous, but was proven wrong. that's not to say that taigen is in the right for calling mizu a demon, not by any means. but i just find it a very interesting part of his character and it relates to his relationship and perception of mizu
also while rewatching the episode i found this very funny they just lyin there in the cart like this 🧍🏽♂️🧍🏽♂️
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Jazz isn't the biological daughter of Jack.
It was before their marriage. Back in her league days, Maddie was simply the best of the best. She was the demon's daughter second in command, heading her call any moment and her most loyal subject.
That's how it was, to the people.
Behind closed doors she and the demon daughter were more.
But those are old times, after she betrayed the league, fled and created plans to continue living in relative peace.
That was how it was supposed to be.
That was not how it played out.
During her 3rd year with a man called Jack Fenton, did she receive news of a child, a daughter of her own with Talia. One she created in a lab, trained to follow their footsteps and ran from the league at the perfect time and needed to hide.
So maddie took in her daughter, trained her, and showed the ropes of a civilian life.
Jack loved her as if she were his own. It led them to finally marry and later on have Danny.
Jazz knew of the pits, of the meaning they had, and how much knowledge the leader of the league possessed.
Now she is 17, recently orphaned with her 15 year old brother and on the run because Danny is currently the only living person in this world who knows more of the pits than the current user.
And Ra's really wants that knowledge.
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Kisses and Ceramics
Synopsis: You decided to go to an Arts and Wines studio with Nanami, who looks displeased with his end result. Luckily, his adoring (future), wife, is there to comfort him.
Pairing: Nanami x Reader
Warnings: None (Just a Fluff Overload)
Authors Note: I thought of this cute little blurb while studying for my exam and I just had to write it before I forgot! That and to procrastinate my studying, but shhh!
Enjoy this fluffy piece!
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Nanami wondered if it was a mistake coming here.
Sitting across from him was you; with your tongue peeking out as you lightly pressed a brush against a bowl you had displayed so proudly. Swiftly and slowly making pink flower designs on the white ceramic, you didn’t notice the man's sour mood just yet.
His cup sat pathetically, it was uneven and bumpy. he didn’t dare put more effort into it,afraid he would somehow make it worse
It looked like a child scribbled lines on it, sneezing as they traced upon the cup making the blue vertical stripes come out uneven; sloppy.
Wincing he grabbed the wine glass just beside him, sipping it down in one go before staring back at his disaster in front of him.
Noticing the blonde haired man hesitancy, you swallowed.
“Everything okay, Kento?” Slightly smiling, you put on a worried face.
Maybe asking him to go was a bad idea, he wasn’t much into arts and crafts and you should have taken the hint when you first brought it up to him
He didn’t exactly seem… ecstatic… to go.
Recalling back you remembered when it came to fruition
The day had just ended, you both were lying comfortably on the plush couch adorning the middle of your living room.
His arm was around your shoulders, while your head was leaning comfortably on his chest.
It came to you in the spur of the moment, jumping up and startling him you blurted it right out.
“Kento! We should dine and paint this weekend! Satoru- he went with his date last week and he said it was really fun!”
Squinting at the name of the white haired man, he had to resist letting out a sigh.
He couldn’t remember the last time he made anything. Painting? It really wasn’t his forte, but you sat there staring at him
Looking at him with those glossy orbs of yours and who was he to say no to such a face?
Putting on the best expression he could muster, he stroked your cheek, placing his hand on your chin tilting it upwards.
“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” leaning in he placed a chaste kiss to your lips, savoring the sweet and minty taste before pulling back, glancing once more at the television.
The sound of laughter brought you back, the couples around you giggled as they compared crafts, hugging and kissing each other often.
“Kento,” you giggled, pointing at his cup with a dainty finger.
“Let me see, it can’t be as bad as you’re making it-”
“Absolutely not.” With a firm hand he pushed your finger back to its space.
“Please? I swear I won’t make fun!” Bottom lip protruding you talked once more.
“Pleaaaaaase, Ken?”
That was all it took. With a sigh, he squinted his eyes, grabbing the poor excuse of a mug and handed it over.
“Thank youuu!” You sang, taking it and going over each divet and bump with care.
“It’s great! It has more personality than any of theres I bet,” she eyed the other couple by them, who he noticed had painted the cups a solid yellow.
“Satoru doesn’t have anything on th-
“Don’t say it,” he mumbled, bringing his fingers to the bridge of his nose.
He remembered Gojos cups, as they were shoved in his face the night prior.
It was frustratingly perfect, glazed with a sheen and a light blue color adorning its circumference.
“See if you can do better!” The white haired man had laughed, loud and arrogant as usual and his urge to punch him was strong.
“Satoru,” he heard you behind him, and relaxed his shoulders.
“No showing off! but how did you get it so shiny?!”
Staring at you now his eyes softened.
You held it with such care, turning it slowly to admire each and every groove.
“Don’t forget to put your name on the bottom, honey,”
Looking up you met his gaze, it was sweet to see him already staring, with loving eyes and a light smile instead of a frown.
He hummed in agreement, taking back the cup delicately, no longer hating how rough it felt.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad, placing his finished project next to yours he leaned forward, leaving a kiss on your forehead.
“I’ll send a picture to Gojo, he’ll wanna see em!”
He sighed once more
He was never going to live this down.
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