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tanuki-kimono · 2 years
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Mermerizing and delicate field of hagi (clover) made from raden (mother of pearl inlay) for this box (probably a natsume/tea box used for tea ceremony) crafted by Nomura Takuya.
You can also watch here a video unveiling the glittery makie (gold dust lacquer) inside. That must look so pretty when filled with bright green matcha powder!
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silhouettecrow · 9 months
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365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 170
Adjective: Gold
Noun: Crack
Definitions for those who need/want them:
Gold: made of or colored like gold
Crack: a line on the surface of something along which it has split without breaking into separate parts; a narrow space between two surfaces, especially ones that have broken or been moved apart; a vulnerable point, or a flaw; (informal) the cleft between the buttocks; a sudden sharp or explosive noise; a sharp blow, especially one that makes a noise; a sudden harshness or change in pitch in a person's voice; (informal) a joke, typically a critical or unkind one; (Irish) enjoyable social activity, or a good time; (Scottish) (Northern English) a conversation; (informal) an attempt to gain or achieve something; a chance to attack or compete with someone; a hard, crystalline form of cocaine broken into small pieces and smoked
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katsukikitten · 1 year
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Izuku begs you to let him at least eat it through your pretty panties because you just look so fucking good in that dark green dress you wore to match his eyes. You, politely, keep turning him down because this was a suit and tie event, evening gowns for Christ's sake but here he was, cupping you when no one was looking. Pressing you into corners and whispering filth into your ear about how good you'll feel. How good you'll taste, soaking his tongue in your cum while fisting his hair.
Finally you allow him to do it, during a lull in the dinner before the main even and he eats you so sloppily through the soft cotton, groaning against your cunt and sucking your clit through the fabric. Until he can't stand it, he slips his fingers under the soaked cloth, pulling it to the side slowly until the silvery strings of your arousal snap on their own.
He has that look, that hooded gaze likes he's drunk and his cheeks are dusted. He looks up at you and you'd be a fool to mistake it as anything other than what it was.
Predatory.
He's strong and quick to hike one of your legs over his shoulders as he slurps greedily at your cunt. Shoving two fingers into your fluttering hole and angling them just right as his tongue flicks and swirls over your throbbing clit. Grazing it with his teeth before he takes it into his mouth and hums as he sucks.
You clamp down on his digits and slap a hand over your mouth as you moan loudly into your palm, tears coming to your eyes from how quickly and harshly he makes you cum again and again in the men's bathroom that he's broken the door to keep from opening for now. The sloppy squelching of your cunt almost drowns out the announcer's voice that dinner was finished and that it was time to present awards.
You shove Izuku with all of your might but of course the sturdy inheritor of One for All doesn't move. It's only when you tap his shoulder twice does he straighten, quick to change from pussy drunk to your doe eyed boyfriend.
"Did I hurt you?" He's standing, fixing your dress and pressing himself into you as he searches your eyes, "I pushed too hard?"
His concern makes you giggle as you push back his curls again and fix his dark suit, looking for any signs of stains.
"No silly Zuzu bear, the awards! We'll miss them."
"Oh r-right." He'll sheepishly look over you again before you tell him, yes, yes you're alright. His scarred hand at the small of your back as he guides you out and mostly fixes the door. But not perfect and a certain blonde will tease him later about being such a pussy hound.
Izuku will sit you at your table, he'll get called up to the stage and he'll accept his award, one passed back and forth between him and Dynamight for the past five years.
But Izuku has something they never will, oh no. Nothing will beat the rush of holding a trophy that comes and goes out of his life while still being able to smell you on his upper lip.
Cause at the end of the day, you were the real prize that Izuku has his eyes set on, not some cheap lacquered gold trophy.
Y o u
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cecilioque · 10 months
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Adaman the Symbol of Time
 p(An Analysis on the character design of Adaman from Pokemon Legends of Arceus and it’s relation to time and art history.)
A lot of the characters form PLA are similar in terms of design. The characters that do not follow the standard hoodies, tunics, guild jumpsuits ,and kimonos have a lot of interesting art history associated with them.  I love Adaman’s design in particular since he is literally a symbol of time. 
Well...isn’t this obvious since he is the Diamond Clan leader and associated with Dialga? Yes, but there is a lot more subtle aspects to his design that link him with a specific form or Japanese Art.  But let’s first look at the obvious references to Dialga .
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In Adaman’s design they use a lot of blues and and silver that you can see shared with Dialga.  They also use the Diamond clan symbol that is shaped to look like Dialga’s chest gem repeatedly in the coat and accessories.  Adaman’s coat/jacket is most likely a nod to the Japanese Haori.  It is even tied with a fancy beaded Himo chord to keep it closed. If you look at the shoes you can see in the concept art that even the bottom of them are supposed to look like Dialga’s feet in their regular form and on the top of the shoe like the legendary Pokemon’s face.  All this information is very interesting and nice seeing how the character and the Pokemon are related even thematically.  
However, it’s crossed your mind (even briefly) that Adaman’s design is not directly one to one with Dialga. He isn’t a Dialga gijinka. There are elements and colors that Adaman uses that the legendary Pokemon does not.  We can brush it off as Adaman having a flair and his importance as a Diamond Clan leader to set him apart. But this is where it gets interesting. His outfit is generally just fashionable and we can choose to look at it like that on a surface level.  But if you look deeper you see a more symbolic meaning.
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Adaman is Kintsugi . What is that? Kintsugi is a Japanese art technique that repairs pottery using lacquer and gold dust.  Adaman also has similar gold veins running through his clothing.  For someone who is so “put together” looking, why would you intentionally create jagged and uneven elements other than for aesthetic? This is because for my understanding, this is yet another way the character designer chose to express Adaman’s connection to time.
Kintsugi is a beautiful form of art and philosophy.  The idea is not to hide the cracks and flaws, but to turn it into something more beautiful and strong.  It represents the passage of time and a documentation of the harsh conditions in which we pass through. But ultimately it is a celebration of survival and growth.  It is also a metaphor for embracing your flaws and imperfections.
One translation defines the word  kintsugi as golden “golden seams”. So, Adaman is kind of a symbol of kintsugi pottery and philosophy.  The part about this design that confused me the most was his hair since it’s also not standard colored and is quite unique. But I realized that if we are equating him to pottery, the hair might be colored that way to imitate pottery glazes (the stuff they put on ceramics to give it color.)
On another interesting note, Adaman has lots of signs of past injury. We see this with the bandages on his arms and hands, the cut brow which is a remnant of injury and survival, and then the very intentional jagged gold claw marks on his back.  The back gold lines are sharp looking and contrast with the rest of the designs which is fluid and rounded.  It’s bringing attention to the marks.
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We can interpret a lot from this design. It also raises many questions. The jagged golden marks and Adaman’s bandaged arms implies that he has been “damaged” or “broken” in some sense. This could be taken literally or symbolically. We don’t know what happened to him.  Maybe he was attacked by an alpha Pokemon and survived a severe injury that he now incorporates into this aesthetic as a way to show that he was able to come back from that.  Or maybe it’s referring to his leadership as a young Diamond Clan leader and the mistakes he made and had to learn from. 
So in conclusion. From what I can understand , if we were to wrap up all the motifs, Adaman’s design ultimately seems to just represent a passage of time. Breakage and repair are just proof of time passing and represent history and life. And I think that is really cool.  
These are all my speculations and none of it is canon you can disagree if you want. These are just things I have observed and made note of that I believe makes the character far more interesting and fleshed out.  There is a lot of deep and meaningful things you can pull from this if you want to expound further through fanart and fanfic.  
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So a lot of people asked if the arm and hand wraps are for fighting. They aren’t. In every form of fighting and martial arts that involves wrapping(taping) your knuckles, you wrap between each finger and around your knuckles several times to cushion them.  You do their for wrist stability, prevent injury, and joint restriction.  Failing to wrap your hands correctly will result in fractures, broken fingers and knuckles, and metal carpet boss.  Not only are Adaman’s knuckles exposed when he clenches his fists, there is no wrapping supporting his wrists on the left hand.  If he is wrapping them to fight, he is doing a very bad job at it.
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I did research on this before writing the initial post and came to this conclusion, but I guess I’ll add it now for those that had questions.
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Another interesting note is that the Diamond Clan symbol also looks like a stylized version of the characters for gold.  This same character also does appear in the work kintsugi.
Adaman’s name is interesting too since it’s not really a common name.  In fact, it seems to be a play on word “adamant” which usually refers to someone who is not willing to change their mind or opinion.  HOWEVER , Adamant is an archaic diamond found in Greek/Roman mythology.  It is a bit of a legendary diamond of sorts. The name is derived from the Greek word for diamond. “adámas”.
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If you remember, in the Diamond and Pearl games you can use the “Adamant Orb” to increase the dragon/steel type moves of Dialga by 20% if they hold it. In Pokemon Legends Arceus you can get the “Adament Crystal from Adaman.  This can be used to switch Dialga between Origin and normal form.  
Also random interesting thought. The diamond clan settlement is located in the crimson mirelands. Out of the different areas, this one has the most ideal conditions to create pottery clay next to bodies of water (Lake valor) , the scarlet bog, and the mountainous areas surrounding the settlement. Very similar to the Mashiko and Hagi pottery villages in japan.
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pix3lplays · 4 months
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SO. ABOUT THAT PRETTY ROSE MAN. ARGENTI. (I love the Xianzhou men but please get me tF OFF THE LUOFU I WANNA GO TO PENACONY LEMME IN LEMME IIIIINNN-)
I see this guy as the one who would gasp and put a hand over his chest like a woman about to clutch her pearls oml-
“An affront to Indrila is also an insult to the Knights of Beauty.”
I’m begging on my knees for Hoyo to make this man have overly proper speech. After all, if his words are not also beautiful, how could he ever claim to be a follower of Indrila?
I like to think that beauty is not meant just for physical appearance. Kinda like the words thing I mentioned. Every aspect of life can be an expression of beauty. Which is why he probably fell in love with you. While you, yourself, are beautiful in his eyes physically, it is also your mind and your heart that he must find beautiful as well. Your very soul, even.
So when he falls in love with you and says that you are a perfect example of what a follower of Indrila should be and says that he loves you- He really does mean it. He loves every bit of you and thinks every part of you is beautiful. He wouldn't have decided to start a relationship with you had he not thought so.
(Another dash of yandere to tease you- Even your mistakes are beautiful to him. Especially because your flaws are like beautiful mistakes he can fix in the pursuit of true beauty. He sees it like a grander version of kintsugi [Japanese art- You repair broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum]. You could be his little doll to mold and perfect. He will make you as close to divinity-to Indrila as possible. :))) )
Also fjawoegi- He's Protective. The man is a knight, after all. Just because he is in the pursuit of beauty, doesn't mean that things won't get ugly when he has someone to protect. I can imagine that if he's the type to be jealous, that he'd feel super conflicted over it. Because it is not a good, pretty emotion.
If someone was hitting on you when you clearly are uncomfortable, he'd step in all like, “Halt. They have already made clear their disinterest in your advances, you rake. Begone from our sight lest I decide the situation necessitates more than just a few words."
He's such a gentleman uGH- Trying to get the man to let loose more is near impossible. But it's also endearing because he's so caring, attentive and gentle with you. I feel like he would always greet you by bowing his head to kiss the back of your hand. You could have been gone for like 20 minutes and he'll walk up to you when you come back to kiss your hand. Does so and just says, "My love," as a greeting. AUUGGHH-
Definitely the kind to walk on the side of the road, open the door, pull out your chair, ask before kissing you, place a hand on your waist to shield you from the crowd and pull you away from people who are about to bump into you, ask you about your day, listen to you intently and with his full attention, and and and- AAAAAA-
On the other hand, I think he can be a bit dramatic. I mean look at what he did in that trailer- FOR A PLANT.
I mentioned the clutchin ya pearls thing and I just can see him having that as part of his personality as well. Always talking about the persuit of beauty and praising Indrila and their greatness yada yada-
He seems like the dramatic type to kinda grandstand. I mean- You remember what he was doing in the trailer.
ALSO. HE 100% USES HIS SKILL JUST TO GIVE YOU A BOUQUET OF FLOWERS OIFSJGOIJGEHUGR- And then he does it again when the old ones begin to show signs of wilting because you must have the best and most beautiful of roses from your beloved knight, of course. He's also incredibly loyal due to his nature as a knight. I think the man probably waits on you hand and foot. Doesn't even let you walk through puddles, he'll carry you-
Might talk about this more later osjgeo-
*throws glitter and vanishes*
Oh my gosh please come back and tell me more I’m begging you I am INVESTED in your interpretation of Argenti
Yes pretty rose man better talk fancy, it would FIT HIM SO WELL
And we all know he is…so very dramatic. There’s No Way he isn’t. He Has to Be. Please. Please. Please????
(And since you like to tease me with Yandere so much allow me to return the favor…
Him seeing you as a delicate little flower that he must protect at all times…he’d do anything to keep you safe. ANYTHING. And the way he’d push you to be absolutely perfect in every aspect, punishing you if you’re out of line ever so slightly, and then begging for your forgiveness while he corrects your mistake…very strong mixed messages from this Yandere)
And oh my gosh him using his skill just to give you flowers yes, he’s So-
Another man who’s particular about his hair. Definitely worse than Dr. Ratio. It’s a real sign of trust when he lets you touch his hair.
The kind who gets Especially dramatic when he’s Sick or Not feeling well oh my gosh.
He drapes himself over you, complaining about his sore throat or aching head and it’s like ok babe but did you die??
You KNOW he’s loyal as heck. He will not Leave your side if that’s what you will.
I just. Have many feelings for our pretty rose man Argenti…
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kenloganroy · 2 years
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I used to have nothing. And then I got this. This job. This family. And I was... I was better because of it.
Kintsugi (金継ぎ, "golden joinery"), also known as kintsukuroi (金繕い, "golden repair"), is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. As a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise.
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tervaneula · 9 months
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General [9/?]
help me believe (that i'm your brother) (G)
The road to recovery has been long but finally, the brothers are well enough to introduce Future Boy to one of the most comforting of habits - the turtle pile. Unfortunately, Casey has some doubts about his place in their family.
please don't be a hero (again) (G) (part 1 of a series)
Donatello needs his coffee. Leonardo finds him first.
lean on me (i'm strong enough) (G) (part 2 of a series)
Leonardo needs to get better, be better. If not for himself, then for Michelangelo - his baby brother shouldn't worry about him as much as he does.
you make me proud, little brother (G) (part 3 of a series)
Raphael worries and Leo's quip goes wrong. However, it leads to an emotional turnaround neither of them saw coming.
a lesson in trust (G)
Leo feels guilty for getting Raph caught by the Krang and refuses to let go of that burden. His big brother isn't having it anymore.
not quite kintsugi, but close (G) (ongoing)
The plan is simple. If all else fails, Michelangelo will make a time gateway for Casey to undo what Leonardo, in his youthful arrogance, started all those years ago; it will require sacrifice, but they are ready for it. Until the moment comes, of course. Or, in other words - what if Future Leonardo and Michelangelo both end up in the present with Casey? Kintsugi (金継ぎ, "golden joinery") is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. As a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise. (Wikipedia)
repeat until death (T) (Major Character Death)
A companion piece to Chapter 7 of not quite kintsugi, but close. Leonardo doesn't want to let go. In the end, as long as Donatello is concerned, he never did.
Cold Feet (G)
Leonardo is enjoying his lazy morning… until a certain human teenager disrupts his peace.
some boys do lay eggs (T)
Leonardo is just about to fall asleep when the weight of a body thuds against the side of his bed, startling him awake, but not awake enough to shake him out of the heaviness of near slumber. “Whassit,” he mumbles, sticking his hand out from his blankets and feeling about until his fingers touch the edge of a hard shell. Ah, he recognises the shape – it’s Leo. “...are we boys?” 
sleepless (G)
Leo is so, so tired and goes to his dad. Splinter thinks up a plan to put into motion in the morning - but it seems that he's already helping.
Leoichi (Rise x Usagi Chronicles) [6/?]
with friends like these (G) (part 2 of a series)
Meeting up with his old friends and introducing his new boyfriend to them certainly hadn't been in Yuichi's plans for the day - but it turns out to have been a welcome surprise later when it helps him realise something important about his own feelings.
make your home in me (E) (part 4 of a series)
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world's end boyfriend (T) (AU)
Leonardo lost Yuichi to the apocalypse almost exactly five years ago. It's now been a year since he, Michelangelo and Casey made their impossible portal trip to the present day, successfully preventing the Krang invasion this time - so imagine Leonardo's surprise when his little brother tells him that they're going to rescue his mate. They only have one chance.
and just like that (T) (ongoing) (part 1 of a series)
What was supposed to be a simple shopping trip to the Hidden City turns into an embodiment of a romcom when Leonardo runs into an unfamiliar white rabbit. Or more accurately, the rabbit's dining table.
soft bunny, warm bunny, little ball of— uh oh (G) (part 3 of a series)
Leonardo feels so lucky. He has the world's softest boyfriend who doesn't mind being treated like a giant teddy bear! Too bad it made him forget something very important.
breathe (and let go) (M) (part 5 of a series)
Leonardo needs a break from his… everything, and Yuichi is always more than happy to indulge him.
And that's it! For now. <3
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He harvests words like wheat, golden and waving susurrus in the breeze. Crisp, juicy apples of feelings drip down his chin as he smiles, speaks; bushels of heart-full, hands-held, arms-full.
This life he's stolen, like a thief darting fervent through the rows of ripened corn, ears open to the sound of rushing, rushing. No time to stop lest someone find he doesn't belong.
He kisses sugar-liquor-sweet one soft finger at a time, plum-dark, wine-stained. The berry lacquer lips. The gently puckered brow. Pressing secrets into skin kept secret, sighs and soft catches and murmurs, murmurs on the breeze.
It's bountiful, this harvest he never deserved. Never earned. Only kept for his own when he found it. Another man's life. A good man. An invention. 
Caleb kisses softly along Essek's silky silvered hair turned gold-edged in the amber light. Essek hums, content, the barn cat whose luck has led him to the softest patch of hay in the loft. Warm and cozy and weightless in Caleb’s arms. Ephemeral. A single breath could scatter it to dust.
He listens mostly to the rhythm of Essek’s voice as he whispers honey on the air. Caleb catches it in his mouth, sweet and sharp and slow. Sometimes Essek kisses like a man bound for the executioner's block. Caleb takes those kisses, too, though he treasures them less than the ones that drip honey and molasses in spring.
Together, entwined, no one may sunder. A harvest ends, a season wanes, but Caleb will find gold in winter, too.
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fuck-isthatovid · 7 months
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"The thing was, Ronan knew what a face looked like, just before it was about to break. He’d seen it in the mirror often enough. Adam had fracture lines all over him." (The Dream Thieves, Chapter 9)
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"Kintsugi […] is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum […]. As a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise."
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the-badger-mole · 9 months
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How Things Fall Apart
Zuko liked to believe that Mai had loved him once. At least, she had once loved a version of him. When he failed to live up to that image she'd built up in his head, all pretext of affection faded in short order.
It wasn't all Mai's fault, Zuko conceded. He had learned to ask her what exactly she wanted as gifts, but he still managed to disappoint. One year, he hadn't been able to afford to replace the diamond bracelet she'd lost during a vacation to Ember Island, so he'd gotten her what he thought was a lovely bracelet with a cheaper alternative stone (the Fire Nation was weathering an inflation crisis, and Zuko thought it would be gauche to spend so much money on the high quality gems imported from the Earth Kingdom instead of increasing the palace staff's salary). Another year, when the country was in a better place financially, Zuko splurged on a new set of throwing knives crafted by the finest blacksmiths under Master Piando's direction. Mai hadn't wanted more steel blades. She wanted the black blades crafted from the meteorite the Southern Tribe's prince had gifted Piando (Zuko's correction about Sokka not being a prince went unheard). It didn't matter that Piando had already made plans on how to use that stone, Zuko was the Fire Lord, and that should mean something. Zuko could do nothing right by Mai. She had still not forgiven him for getting rid of the stately palanquins.
After the birth of their first, and as it would turn out, only child, Mai became more distant. It was an improvement, Zuko told himself philosophically, over shouting matches and heavy objects being thrown at him (Mai never threw a blade at him, and she always made sure whatever she threw hit the wall and not Zuko. He was, after all, the Fire Lord). As long as Mai had access to the royal coffers, relative peace was kept. Zuko was certain that she had at least one lover, but he was content to ignore it, as long as Mai kept up a reasonable amount of discretion. Instability in the Fire Nation's royal family could have far reaching consequences, after all.
Iroh, ever the optimistic presence in Zuko's life, told his nephew about an art practiced in certain parts of the Fire Nation called kintsugi. Instead of throwing away broken things, the artists would carefully gather the broken parts and using a mixture of gold dust and lacquer, piece the broken things back together. The finished products often looked more beautiful than the original. Zuko thought he understood. Finally, fifteen years after he ascended the throne, eleven years after becoming a husband, and seven years after becoming a father, Zuko and the Fire Nation found a sense of equilibrium. The Fire Nation's economy had begun to right itself; a new curriculum designed to fight the decades of propaganda had been approved and implemented; feasible reparation agreements had been reached with the countries most damaged by the war and colonialism. Zuko and Mai only spoke when necessary for public appearances and state functions, and Izumi was growing into a precocious, inquisitive and imaginative child, to say nothing of her firebending prowess. If Zuko's daughter felt the absence of her mother, she hid it very well. Then one day, the peaceful existence Zuko had carved for himself and his child was shattered.
Mai's death was sudden and jarring. Zuko hadn't known anything was wrong until late that night, when a servant, disheveled and out of breath from sprinting to Zuko's chambers from hers, told him that a physician had been called for the Fire Lady, but the outlook was grim.
Officially, Mai had died after suffering from a hemorrhage caused by the miscarriage of her second child. While a few errant rumors floated around for a few months afterwards, the truth (that the child Mai was carrying wasn't Zuko's, and the miscarriage was intentional) was known to only a handful of Zuko's most trusted friends and family. Zuko grieved, though perhaps not as might be expected of a widower suddenly left alone to raise a child. He mourned what might have been if they hadn't married; mourned the family life he would never be able to give his daughter; mourned the lack of a partner who would stand at his side and help him move the country towards a more progressive, inclusive future. Most of all, he mourned the death of his hope of having anything better for himself.
Zuko didn't wallow, though. As little hope as he had left for his own prospects, he wanted Izumi to retain her own bright outlook for the future. He would have some help there with the expected arrival of Katara and her two children. It would be good, Zuko thought, for his daughter to have friends her age. As it would turn out, it was good for Zuko to have a friend around, too. When she stepped off the boat, clothed in a gauzy gold fabric gifted to her by the queen of Omashu, Zuko felt the weight in his heart lighten for the first time in years.
Follow up to Severing the Tie
Next, How Do You Mend?
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kv4z4r3 · 26 days
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"𝐈𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐎"
𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑖 — the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with urushi lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum.
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tanuki-kimono · 2 years
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Lovely lacquer and sculpture works with raden zaiku (mother of pearl inlay) and makie (gold dust lacquer) by Hariya Hiroyuki.
The snail title [デコでん] is a fun pun as “dendenmushi” is a word for snail, while “deco-den” (=decorated phone) designates kawaii bejewelled cell phones cases:
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areyoudreaminof · 5 months
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Future Rust and Future Dust
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Chapter 3
The throne room of the Autumn Court was packed with guards blocking the main entrance. Beron Vanserra sat on a lacquered throne of oak that stretched into the floors and low ceiling. Male nobles from Autumn mingled with males from Valhallan. Deep laughter rang over the small orchestra that played a cache of monotonous tunes that had been played for  No females were ever allowed in the throne room, making the place stink of body odor and liquor. 
It was in this room that Eris Vanserra slipped on his mask of spoiled boredom and disdain and watched his father like a hawk. 
As he had since he was no more than a boy, Eris stood to the right of his father, watching. The male never seemed to move as he sat on the Autumn Throne. He did not adjust himself in his seat, nor did he cross his legs or lean back. Beron’s hands didn’t even twitch. No, Eris watched for the movement in his father’s eye. That small spark of cruelty and deception that would flash quickly while his jaw was set into a hard line. Eris knew his father’s tells, and now he could see it in Beron’s eyes as the emissary from Valhallan presented a cache of weapons at his feet. 
“Pure black steel, forged from stone found only in our volcanoes.” the brute of a male said, kicking his leather boot at the stone trunk. The blades on the axes and knives were indeed an oily shade of black. The steel reflected off the amber colored lights, muting the sharp edges. The blades looked dull to Eris. Tristian and Kaspar surely thought the same thing, as they snickered at the display on the farther end of the dais. 
The Valhallan emissary raised a flaxen brow. 
“Volcanic steel has truly been a gift for us.” the Emissary said, “I swear it is Cauldron forged. Tough in the rock face, but when you melt it, the metal becomes so flexible.” He picked up a small and curved knife, casually twirling it in his fingers. “One can make such incredible weapons.” He continued in a dreamy tone as he approached Kaspar on the bottom steps of the dais. 
“Here, let me show you just how sharp.” the Emissary said. His hand snaked behind Kaspar with quickness, a sharp sound of air piercing Eris’ ears. Kaspar brought a hand up to his own ears, checking for blood. 
“Do you see, now?” the Emissary said with a laugh as he held Kaspar’s elaborate auburn braid in his fist. “Such flexible and sharp metal to take someone by surprise. Cauldron forged, I tell you.” He bared his yellowed teeth in a smile from behind his trimmed and curled mustache. Kaspar gripped at the back of his head, fingers tracing the jagged remainder of his braid.
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AUgust Day 13:
steve and eddie are scarred by the battle in the upside down. not only in mind, but in body. as they heal, and skin knits over, steve notices something is wrong. he’s healing just fine, but his skin - it’s not the pale pink, silvery sheen of the scars he’s seen on others. it’s gold. speckled and shimmering, shining just beneath the surface. he holds his lamp towards his neck, tilting the bulb to face his throat and sees the specks shift beneath the light. it makes no sense. for weeks, steve wears high necked shirts, buttoned up tight, and it’s not until he spots eddie scratching at an itch on the side of his face that he sees-
holy shit.
it’s not just steve.
eddie’s skin shines, just beneath his jaw, and steve’s breath catches at the back of his throat. eddie looks…beautiful. ethereal. the golden glow that radiates from him is enchanting, and steve can’t help but stare.
later, when they have a moment alone, steve inhales deep and tries not to say anything too weird. he manages,
“you’re like me.”
“uh, not sure what you mean by that but, uh yeah, sure.” eddie dips his chin and smiles nervously.
“no, no i mean- look.” steve unbuttons the top of his polo shirt and pulls it down toward his chest, revealing the thin circlet of gold that encompasses his throat. eddie’s eyes widen and his mouth pops open a little. steve offers a little lopsided smile that he hopes will comfort eddie at least a small amount.
“holy shit,” eddie breathes, raising his hand almost subconsciously to rest oh so lightly over the base of steve’s neck. “that’s- you’re- beautiful, steve.”
steve’s heart stammers in his chest at eddie’s words, and his brows pinch together in confusion.
“i’m not. but,” steve’s palm comes up to cup eddie’s cheek, “but you are. you look, it’s. wow.”
for a moment, they stand in breathless silence, fingertips just brushing the glimmering scars that adorn their skin. and though steve thought his own scars were weird, strange and unnatural, eddie’s are precious, perfect and beautiful.
it takes a little convincing and a little time, but steve begins to see the metallic breaks in his skin as he knows eddie sees them. a shining sign that he’s still here.
inspired by the japanese art of kintsugi, in which areas of breakage are mended with lacquer dusted with powdered gold to highlight imperfections as a place to be celebrated.
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Kintsugi
also known as kintsukuroi is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with urushi lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum.
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glennethph · 6 months
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You know what the aesthetic of Captain Enoch (& his stormtroopers) reminds me of:
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Kintsugi (金継ぎ, "golden joinery"), also known as kintsukuroi (金繕い, "golden repair"),[1] is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum;
P.S. Eeeeee, Wes Chatham is under that helmet!
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