#suzu mushi

[tanuki-kimono]

Rustic early autumn hemp obi with adorable insects (cicada, dragonfly, beetles, ants and cricket) pattern, paired with a lovely checkered kimono.

[necroangelz]

points. fellow pure/pures pronouner >:3

also 🪽 and 💌?

indeed ! points back

to be exact i use pure/purest (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

『 💌 』

a quote/song lyric

" but now that you're gone i have to move on

seems like everyone just smiles staring at the sun

but what about me?

tell me how i will know where i should go?

oh gales, you sing and guide me! "

i looovvveeee this movie so much ehe...... suzu is so me and I'd like to edit it some time

『 🪽 』

infodump about an oc

I'm rather silly tonight so I'm talking about 2 ocs again :3 tbh whenever i talk about 2 ocs in one infodump it's almost always bcz their stories are very interconnected/they're both main characters and the main focuses/they're in love and i need to talk about them at the same time etc . so here we go!

links to their playlist as well as their lore doc. these are photos of Phoebe and nyxa in their regular fairy forms and their everyday outfits. fun fact last year i played their playlist on speaker during New year's Eve bc i wanted to manifest a gf n a happy sapphic relationship like theirs and guess what? my wish came true on that year

here we have Phoebe and nyxa, my winx club ocs. theyre technically royale high ocs as well. nyxa was the first one i created. i made her during the royalloween 2022 update when the autumn halo with the moon and stars was released. i was VERY VERY obsessed with that halo and i did everything in my power to get it (i never got it). i made an outfit to match the halo if i ever got it (I NEVER GOT IT) and that outfit became an oc!

i first intended to give nyxa a darker story. nyxa, as the antihero, getting swept up in a dizzying whirl of tension, spying on alfea as a secret agent from cloud tower, secretly falling in love when she shouldn't be, nearly dying a few times, etc etc. but all of that changed when i made phoebe, her love interest. so what became of nyxa's story?

nyxa is a wealthy girl from a minor aristocratic family in a kingdom whose name i forgot. unfortunately her family suffered a great tragedy. her family fought over many things, wealth, power, inheritance, rights to ownership of something, lovers, etc. she was forced to witness the fights as they escalated and escalated through the years. her parents sensed when it would no longer be safe for her, so when she was young they sent her off to the countryside to live with a family friend. she had little contact with her family and she was left in the dark about what was going on at home. when she returned many years later, she returned to an empty manor. as far as she knows, she's the only surviving member of her family. as far as she knows.

when she's older, she studies in cloud tower but on her 2nd year she gets transferred to alfea for reasons unknown (Read: I Didn't Come Up With A Reason). her formal and sophisticated attitude (she can't help it, it's a result of her upbringing), her awkward shyness, her closed off personality, and her history in cloud tower caused the other students to stay away from her. rumors were made about her (She's a spy from cloud tower, she has a horrible personality and a superiority complex, she's a princess who was exiled for being a witch and she has blood on her hands, etc.) but people were very intimidated with nyxa so no one directly gave her a hard time. nyxa was good at keeping people away from her and she'd rather die than get close to anyone

nyxa is much more comfortable hiding away parts of herself from the world, even at the cost of her happiness. her trauma with her family makes her fear conflict and mushy emotional situations. she's scared of other people, she's scared of what they could do to her if she lets them get too close. she also had a rather isolated childhood resulting in her social awkwardness

nyxa enjoys writing poetry. she has a cat made of shadows named aponia. aponia can blend into the darkness and change in size. nyxa is skilled in "boy activities" such as sword fighting, sparring, racing with windriders, and dragon taming

nyxa picrews !! (well, in the case of the left photo, it's a meiker). the meiker is more of a hypothetical, alternate non canon design of nyxa. the picrew is nyxa all dressed up. can uu tell i like that picrew maker a lot?

meanwhile phoebe is the absolute opposite of nyxa in a few ways. ngl i lowkey coded phoebe and nyxa to be autism and adhd gfs anyway

phoebe is an absolute ball of sunshine if it wasn't obvious enough by her name and design. she's a very open, sincere, and friendly person. she's extroverted and bubbly. she doesn't notice it whenever she becomes "too much" for other people. people tend to only pay attention to phoebe's friendliness and kindness, because of course that's something they can benefit from. meanwhile they ignore her less perfect characteristics or downright passive aggressively put her down for it. so she has a lot of friends and she's quite popular, and yeah she does have genuine friends who embrace the more different sides of her, but a lot of people just befriend her for what she can do for them and not for her.

phoebe is a musician and aspires to be a rockstar. she's a very light and happy person, so people don't expect that she enjoys gothic rock and metal music. but in general she really really loves music. she listens to music from her headphones wherever she goes. she regularly gets scolded by her teachers for wearing headphones in class and she can't hear anyone at all when she's listening to her music. yeah her ears are probably fine dont worry

compared to nyxa she has a decent family life. her parents had some weird history of some sort but i didn't write that shit down so i forgot what it was LMAO but basically her parents are no longer together and she has four half brothers from another family that her father had. she lives with her biological mother and she has mommy issues. she has a good bond with her half brothers. the brothers are based on the four winds of greek mythology, so from eldest to youngest there's boreas (strict, has a temper, but the most responsible and reliable as the eldest), notos (named notus at birth but he insists that people spell his name differently, reckless, gets into trouble, very self confident, the opposite of boreas), zephyrus (peaceful, looks like the most well adjusted among his brothers, easily overtaken by strong emotions that he tries to suppress, hates making even the smallest of mistakes), and eurus. eurus is around phoebe's age, just a bit older, and he studies at red fountain so they hang out often. eurus has an interest in dragons and bonds with nyxa over this mutual interest. eurus looks very different compared to his brothers and he has a much better bond with phoebe than with his brothers

when nyxa transfers to alfea she becomes dormmates with phoebe (my headcanon is that there's smaller dorms in alfea and not all students share dorms in groups of 5 like winx) the layout of their dorm is basically the royale high 2nd school dorm lmfao

things are awkward between them at first. nyxa is put off by phoebe's personality, and phoebe thinks nyxa doesn't like her very much so she gives her space. she still remains polite and friendly to nyxa, and slowly phoebe's warmth helps nyxa to form a friendship with her. nyxa realizes she actually likes phoebe a lot and starts feeling more comfortable around her too

so yeah. they became friends. i like to think that they were attracted to each other bc they were both "different" from the rest and basically alone with no one else who understood them. they were just in different situations. they don't perfectly understand each other, bc they still have a lot of differences between them, but what matters is they try. and they genuinely appreciate each other. they don't intentionally treat each other any different, give each other a hard time etc. they help each other in any way they can

and also what matters is they fall in love eventually LMFAOO

i don't have a proper storyline set out for this but I like to imagine that at the end of their 3rd/final year at alfea, a concert event is held and Phoebe performs a special song that she wrote... a song she wrote for NYXA!!!! and i headcanon that the song she performed is "she's my religion" by pale waves bc its so lunasolis 👉👈 (yeah that's their ship name. Luna for nyxa, Solis for Phoebe)

Phoebe meiker and picrew

idk what else to add so heres some more photos of them

picrews of phoebe and nyxa as adults! i like to think that phoebe is a rockstar and nyxa works as the head of a detective agency. why a detective agency in particular? I'll explain that soon.....

a few yrs ago i commissioned my friend to draw phoebe and nyxa in their fancy outfits. there's one inaccuracy and it's their height, nyxa is supposed to be taller than phoebe, but it's okay with me i don't really mind. i love it sm and it was my wallpaper for a few months

without realizing it nyxa's story ended up being lighter and happier than i intended but i think I'm ok with that. i think i subconsciously wrote the story that i needed at the time when i made it. i if that makes sense? like at the time i needed to escape into a story with a happy, wholesome relationship so that's what i subconsciously wrote.

anyway tat's all for this infodump

[japonismelabo]

A young boy stands in front of the stall of a mushi-uri (Insect peddler) which has various species of 'musical insects' on display. The pictograms on the signs on the left are combined with the character 'mushi' (insect). The vendor is selling four different types of crickets, each one making a distinct chirping sound from one another. There is the matsu-mushi (pine cricket), suzu-mushi (bell-ring cricket) and kutsuwa-mushi (bridle-bit cricket). I'm unsure what type of insect the fourth type stands for - If someone here knows, please let us all know.

In the Heian period (794 to 1185) Japanese aristocrats and samurai regarded these 'musical insects' as prized commodities and they were often presented as gifts to the Imperial palace. Eventually the 'crying insect culture' became so popular in Japan that numerous businesses were formed, creating an entire industry around selling these insects. Insect-breeding practices became more advanced, with different techniques developed to warm its eggs during the overwintering period, which were then sold at higher prices. The insect vendor's stalls are usually decorated in an eye-catching checkered pattern (which I'll also post in the comments below). Even different qualities of insect cages were sold, varying from basic bamboo crafted containers to more extravagant lacquered cages.

Japan's singing insect-selling culture continued to flourish during the Meiji period and the selection of species being sold had increased up to 12 different varieties (including two silent ones - the vibrant, shiny, metallic-coloured 'tanamushi 玉虫' jewelled beetle and the light-emitting 'hotaru 蛍' firefly). However, the devastating results of World War II crippled the insect-selling industry and the wholesalers vanished completely. Despite the nation facing grim situations, where food, clothing and shelter were all in dire need, the people still turned their hearts towards these comforting insects again after the end of the war, for some level of solace and healing. They were slowly being collected again and sold in shopping districts in Ginza.

According to Dutch Journalist, Kjeld Duits (OldPhotosJapan), the cicadas (semi) were also very popular to collect as well. Each species played a different ‘tune’ during different times of the day or month when they appeared, so filmmakers would incorporate subtle sounds from those species into their films for their audiences, in an attempt to reflect scenes taking place during those times. Who knew these 'insect musicians' would be used in such sophisticated works of art?

Over time, there was a gradual shift from collecting chirping crickets and cicadas in favour of beetles by Japanese children, which they would keep as pets and sometimes train them for organised battles with their friends.

During the post-World War II era, the country went through a period of rapid growth known as 'Japan's economic miracle' which pivoted the nation to become the world's second largest economy, after the United States. As the Japan's standard of living rose, their lifestyle equally became more sophisticated. People became more fascinated with cars, white goods and other electronic items. One other theory was that children became more interested in indoor forms of entertainment such as video games - finally signalling the decline of the popularity of the insect-collecting culture in Japan.

Interestingly, decades later a man named Satoshi Tajiri would create a Nintendo video game in 1990, which was based on the concept from his childhood love of bug-catching and battling in the countryside. He named it ‘Pokemon’ (short for ‘Pocket Monsters’) and the franchise would later have an impact on the entertainment industry not only in Japan, but around the world. The brand’s slogan is ‘Gotta Catch ‘Em All’.

Note: Japan's chirping insect-collecting culture different from the one in China in many subtle ways (from the containers the insects were stored in, their diets, how the insects were used etc). There's too much information for one post, so I may create another one in the future.

What are your thoughts about hearing the sound of crickets and cicadas during those days?

This was a long story, but I hope it was insightful to you all.

Written by @AsianHistoryJunkie

海外「なんて面白い国なんだ！」 昆虫を愛でる日本人の特殊な歴史と世界への影響が話題に

[prettypara]

MariSuzu Word Bouquet

my headcanon is that in order to write this song, naru suggested that they both come up with lyrics themselves. the lyrics would be based off of their feeling for each other.

naru, being married herself, says that weddings are about two becoming one. taking that leap and making that promise to be together is not something to be taken lightly, so their lyrics should be sincere.

suzu is pretty embarrassed at first, to say the least, but maria is delighted. she comes up with mountains and mountains of words for suzu. suzu, in turn, is a little intimidated. she thinks too much about the ‘wedding’ part. everything she comes up with is so saccharine, and they dont sound truthful.

i forgot what the thing was supposed to be, but once suzu focuses on words she only wants to say to maria, she knows exactly what to write

so the picture is this: maria with a mountain of stationary covered in hearts and stickers, and suzu with her single piece of paper. 

so now i want to break the lyrics down into worse words are who’s

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“In my heart hid my thoughts

I sincerely wish to entrust them to you”

Expressing suzu’s desire to tell maria how she feels. This sort of thing doesn’t come naturally to her, so to freely express them to maria is an act of trust and vulnerability that she can only impart unto maria

In an official set

A bouquet of words with eternal flowers

“Even though life is not a fairy tale I am heroine of my own story”

Maria’s wish for a cute and idyllic life under her own power.

“Even though life is not a fairy tale I am responsible for my own glory”

god, this is so suzu

You always found the lyrics to make me smile

I want to be the first to tell you congratulations

“Our thoughts have come together many times already

But I want to tell you in person”

A defining part in maria and suzu’s growing relationship was the fact that they became able to tell what the other was thinking. Its pointed out several time that suzu can tell what maria is saying even when she doesnt make any sense, so I think its something thats important to suzu. more important now, though, is that suzu wants to make her feelings clear and say them out loud

“My joys and my sorrows without exception

I want to share them with you without omission”

to maria, the most important thing about being with suzu is being with suzu!! being with someone you care about so much makes everything immediately better. sharing with victories, their pain, experiencing new things together, maria treasure them all. she feels so blessed to be with suzu

“Let's build a story together

With the words that are ours”

To suzu, the most important thing about being with maria is that they both have their own strong identities but even so, theyve found a way to coexist. not only that but theyre stronger for it. theyre sharing a new point a view they couldnt see alone. theres a future thats only possible with maria by her side, and suzu wants them both to reach for it without hesitation

What do you think of congratulations?

Or a simple thank you?

Together, contained in a bouquet of words

Many wishes, many thanks

Together, contained in a bouquet of words

“An exceptional miracle awaits us

Live life by your side naturally”

I just think this is a very maria-like thing to say. A sincere, kind of mushy, hope that theyll always be together

“Let's build a story together

With the words that are ours”

What do you think of congratulations?

Or a simple thank you?

Together, contained in a bouquet of words

Many wishes, many thanks

Together, contained in a bouquet of words

[melviships]

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

Misunderstandings and Jam

b.katsuki / f.reader

genre: dad!bakugou, mom!reader, married au, domestic lol

additional/warning(s): baku-daughter is misuzu, she's a sweet lil girl, misuzu misunderstands the phrase 'daddys girl', she also cries (a few times), shit is just fluffy with a very wholesome family dynamic

w.count: 4.6k

synopsis: you've just recently returned to work after some time off to spend with your daughter. you're caught up in an interview asking about how your home life is- as intrusive as that is. you explain that your daughter is definitely a total daddy's girl. misuzu hears that and is now on a mission to prove she loves her mom just as much as her dad.

-x-x-x-

a/n: accidentally falling in love with misuzu whoops

-x-x-x-

"Daddy!" The little girl with wavy, shoulder-length blonde locks and who only came up to her father's thigh in height breaks into a wide, cheerful grin as her equally blond dad pulls into the elementary school's pick-up lane. Knowing damn well he wasn't allowed to park, he scoffs and smiles to himself inside the vehicle and parks it. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he lifts himself from the driver's seat and steps out to greet his little girl.

"Suzu!" He calls back, mocking her high-pitched call of delight. He rounds the car, stopping at the curbside and kneeling to catch the speeding bullet that is his 7-year-old daughter. She crashes into his chest, chock-full of giggles that only succeeds in pulling small, intermitting laughs from her father.

Although she was delighted to see her father, Misuzu was slightly confused about why he was picking her up from school. Typically, he would be in the middle of work right now, especially on the weekdays. Pulling away from him and only keeping him at arm's length, she looks up at Katsuki.

"Daddy, why are you picking me up today? Where's mommy?"

"Well," he begins, gently pushing the straps of her backpack off her shoulders so he could take it from her, "mommy had some very important last-minute work stuff to do. So, you're stuck with mean ole daddy." His face breaks into a playful smirk that shows his upper gums as he begins attacking his daughter's sides in small pinches, causing her to squirm and laugh. He stops as soon as her cheeks were flushed and quickly follows up his attacks with kisses to the top of her head.

Anyone who knew of Katsuki would be shocked to see just how gently and playfully he interacts with the little girl who looks so much like him. Throughout his entire hero career, he always made sure to carry himself with ego-reeking pride and a very nose-high attitude when it came to blowing away any threats that came his way.

It was always quite the scene to see such a rough, force-driven man devolve into a mushy man made up of soft dad genes. No one could ever say he didn't love his child.

Standing, he takes Misuzu's hand in his and her backpack in his other as he unlocks the backseat of his car. Helping her inside, he buckles her securely into her booster seat. She may be seven now, but she was still too short to go without one. And it's not like she hasn't fought to not sit in it before; so, until she gets to the proper height, he asks her to keep using it for her own safety.

Closing her door, he walks to the other side of the car, opening the back door, setting her bag on the floorboard, and then opens his own door to get in.

Starting up the car, he glances into the rearview mirror to see Misuzu waving out the window to her friends who wave back before going off to be picked up themselves.

The drive home starts off silent before Katsuki clicks on the radio. Immediately, the voice of an interviewer sounds into the space of the car. Ready to change the station to something more entertaining for his daughter, Misuzu was quickly telling him to leave it on because of the second voice that follows after the interviewer.

"That's mommy!" She squeals, making Katsuki inwardly wince at the shrill sound.

"Lower your voice, Girlie," he tells her. He's been calling her that since she was an infant. The nickname just sort of stuck with him, and she didn't seem to mind it either, so there was no telling when, or if, it would ever go away.

"Sorry," she quickly apologizes, "but can we listen to mommy?"

"If you really want to," he chuckles, pulling his hand away from the station buttons and instead turns the dial to up the volume. Misuzu seems to glow in the backseat at the sound of your voice. "This is what mommy had to rush off to do today. Last-minute interview."

The two of them listen to the back and forth banter and questions for a bit. They would even occasionally interupt the interview with their own voices and thoughts as some sort of live, solitary commetary.

"Suzu," Kastuki calls, looking back at her through the rearview while stopped at a traffic light. She hums back, signalling to her father she was listening while staring out the car window. "What do you want for dinner tonight? Your mother said I could cook."

Her eyes brightened as her small hands clenched into excited fists that came up to her chest. Katsuki usually only cooks on weekends when he could spare the extra time since he always works so late on weekdays. So, having him cook dinner on a weekday was an unusual treat.

"Hamburger steak!"

"Hmm," he hums, as Misuzu kicks her legs. "Okay, if you really want hamburgers, you have to promise to eat the broccoli and carrots with it too."

The little girl opens her mouth and produces an overdramatic 'yuck' at the thought. She could handle carrots, fine, but broccoli was always a challenge for her. Of course, if push came to shove and she really truly didn't want to eat the green veggie, you'd just substitute more carrots in their place.

Katsuki and you both made it a habit to be open-minded with your growing daughter and her food preferences. Always trying to balance her meals with only a few snacks a day and some sweets on the side. Never forcing her to eat foods she dislikes and never getting angry if she tries a portion of new food and doesn't like it. As long as she tries at least one bite, that was enough.

"Can we have corn instead of broccoli?" She tries bargaining. If memory serves, there should still be a foam tray of wrapped cobbed corn sitting in his fridge crisper. He taps his index finger on the steering wheel before turning it as soon as the light changes from red to green.

"Corn huh? I guess we can swap it out for broccoli."

"Yes," she hisses in victory as she leans back in her booster and resumes looking out the window, gloating in her victory. The newfound silence gives full control back to the interview that gains Katsuki's attention when the interviewer mentions life at home.

He rolls his eyes.

The media really couldn't just keep their nose out of anything, could they? It wasn't their house, their family, or their business. If it were him in your shoes, he would tell them to shove off and leave his family out of interviews unless they chose to be included beforehand.

Still, you answered.

"Homelife? As typical as any other happy household. Spending time with my daughter and husband, no matter how short or long, is all I can really ask for."

Katsuki could hear the smile in your voice.

"Your little daughter is in school now, correct? How is she adjusting to school life? Is it hard to raise a child and have both parents be busy as active pros?"

Okay, forget the interview questions. That was borderline prying. The spiky blond bit back a curse, not wanting to let his young child in the back hear such nasty words straight from his mouth.

"She's doing wonderfully at school," Misuzu buzzes in giddiness at her mother's praise over the radio. "As for us parents, she's very understanding of Ground Zero's schedule as well as my own."

"Would you say she takes more after yourself or your husband then?"

"Misuzu is her own person. She definitely doesn't have his temperament, but she sure is crafty. Still, she's a very kind and sweet child. Though, Misuzu is absolutely a daddy's girl, she adores him to pieces."

Any further questions that were aimed at your home life were graciously and kindly directed away. You felt like you had talked about your husband and child enough for an interview about your hero work.

It's quiet for a bit and the interview ends, replaced with a mindnumbing, elevator-esque music genre. Before he could swap stations, his daughter speaks up from the back again.

"Daddy?"

"Yes?" He replies, keeping his eyes on the road that would quickly lead to their home.

"What does being a 'daddy's girl' mean?"

"It means that you love your daddy," he answers easily, effortlessly pulling the car into the driveway of your home and opening the garage door with the button in his car. "And that you like spending time with me."

As he parks the car, he's turning the volume dial to the radio down so it doesn't blare the next time the car is started. He's also checking to make sure everything is set for the next ride and nothing is misplaced, going so far as to straighten the wheels. He's interrupted by a small sniffle behind him.

He freezes before he's twisting around to see his daughter, teary-eyed and grabbing at the bottom hem of her shirt.

"Misuzu, what's wrong?" He coos from the front as she sniffles and brings one hand up to push the heel of her palm against her cheeks up to her eyes.

He's jumping out of the car when she doesn't answer him and rounding it in quick jogs to open her door. She's already fiddling clumsily with her booster straps to free herself from the seat and when Katsuki helps undo it all, she all but flops into his arms and cries.

She's wrapping her small arms around his neck, crying and sniffling into his shoulder as he rubs her head and back. Shushing her gently he tries again.

"What's wrong? Do you not feel well? Stomach ache or something?"

She shakes her head not lifting it from where it's hidden in her father's shoulder and he just sighs. Remaining knelt by the cooling down car, he just soothes her until her cries die down to hiccups and she was able to talk.

"I love mommy," Misuzu's choked voice garbles out. Katsuki's brow furrows.

"I know you do. Mommy loves you too, you know that."

"But- but she said I'm a daddys girl," she sniffles again trying to enunciate the words. "A-and you said that that means I love daddy more." He cocks his head but seals his lips. He most definitely did not say that you loved him more. "Does mommy think I don't love her?"

Before he can begin to try and ease his little girl's worries, Misuzu all but gets caught up in a new round of fits and tears at the thought of you thinking she didn't love you too. He once again takes her in his arms, but this time lifting her up.

Holding the girl to his chest, she squeezes her arms around his neck tighter. Her small legs hung on either side of his hips while one of his arms stay under her rear to keep her supported. The other shut the car door and locked it with the push of the button his keyring. Making a mental note to grab her backpack out of the car later.

He continues to coo her into settling down while he enters the house as she continues to weep over the dilemma that wasn't even a dilemma in the first place.

Oh man, he thinks to himself as he steps inside the house. How was he going to work through this?

-x-x-x-

You arrive hom and park your own vehicle into the driveway next to Katsuki's as you grab for your small bag resting on the passenger seat and exit the still-warm car. Fishing your keys from your pocket, you open your front door and step inside, feeling yourself relax at finally being back home.

"I'm back!" You call out, hanging your keys up on the four-pronged key holder Kirishima had bought you guys as a housewarming gift. Katsuki thought it was lame, but you thought it was thoughtful enough he got you guys anything- plus it was useful.

Before you could heel off your shoes, from around the corner, a small figure is dashing straight towards you.

"Mommy!" Misuzu cheers as you quickly scoop her up from under her arms and lift her to your height. She giggles as her legs that were on either side of your waist kick making her heels bounce off your hips. Your hands were clasped under her as she held onto the front of your shirt in small fistfulls.

"Hello to you too, Little Bullet." Misuzu giggles at the nickname only reserved for when she was running around with far too much energy. You walk with your daughter in your arms into the living room where Katsuki was sitting in the middle of the couch, one arm on the back of the cushions and the other holding the remote to the tv, lazily flipping through channels.

"Daddy, mommy's home!" Misuzu calls from the hall into the living room.

He lifts head, twisting it to look behind at you carrying the little blonde and walking to the back of the couch. He cranes his neck to look up at you as Misuzu twists in your arms to look at what was playing on the tv the best she could. It was some random documentary he stopped on in the midst of channel surfing.

"I'm back," you repeat softly as you set Misuzu down gently to let her go and resume playing. Leaning down to gently greet your husband with a small kiss as he smiles up to you.

"How was it today?"

"Typical," you shrug as you round the couch to properly sit beside him on the cushions in front of Katsuki's arm that rested on the top of it. His limp hand moved to rub your shoulder.

"I hope you're okay with hamburger steak for dinner."

You chuckle a little before leaning slightly into Katsuki's side, letting all the tension from the day continue to fall away from you like chipped, dry dirt.

"Suzu decided on that, huh?"

"Yeah, and we broke a deal for corn and carrots instead of broccoli and carrots. You want the corn baked or boiled?"

"Hmmm, boiled tonight."

Katsuki hummed in affirmation before adding in a small 'I'll start cooking soon', before Misuzu was rushing back into the living room with a book in her hand.

This particular book was one ranging for young to junior ages. About 15 short chapters and barely 200 pages long. However, it was filled with magic and adventure and it happened to be Misuzu's favorite book to be read right now.

"Mommy," she stands in front of you as you straighen your posture, pulling away from leaning on Katsuki. "Can we read this again?"

You teasingly tap your cheek before you gently took the outstretched book offered to you. Without verbal confirmation, your daughter knew she was getting what she wanted. She crawls up on the couch, slotting herself in your lap and leaning her head against your chest.

"on that note," Katsuki huffs as he gets off the couch, "you two read away and I'll start dinner." You look up at Katsuki as he stretches, the book your child eagerly awaits for you to open in your hands.

"If you need any help, just shout."

"I can handle making food, moron," Katsuki breathes with a soft smile. Reaching out, he gently runs the back of his index finger along your cheek down to your chin. "Read Girlie her book."

As he walks to the kitchen and away from the living room, the sounds of the low volumne tv and you beginning to read the book you've read at least 10 times grown distant to his ears.

As he starts taking pans and pots out of cabinets and food from the fridge and pantry, he scoffs to himself and his lips lift into a smirk that offers a peek his gums. He remembers the words his daughter declared as soon as she calmed down from her crying fits with clenched fists and fire in her eyes that resembled his own ambitious embers.

"I'm going to spend so much time with mommy today that I'll have to be mommy's girl too!"

Katsuki swears he could see steam shoot from her nostrils with each breath at her declaration. Amping herself up for the very near mommy-daughter time.

"I'm not even going to correct her," Katsuki tells to himself about the issue. It wasn't as if you were just on time off to spend with her; but he's goint let Misuzu do what she wants since it's all harmless anyways. It wasn't like she was hurting anyone by spending time with her mother.

-x-x-x-

All throughout the rest of the afternoon and into the evening, Misuzu was glued to you. She had always been a clingy child, wanting to be played with or carried or included in anyway she could. She'd even willingly help with chores just to spend time with one of her parents; or at least she'd try and help.

Misuzu was in your lap while you read to her, she was trailing hot on your heels when you were walking around the house, she was standing outside in the hall when you were in the bathroom, and she even scooched her chair closer to yours at the dinner table.

As you ate, Misuzu was quick to start any conversations she could. Although her goal was to get your attention and spend time with you, she felt like she was leaving her dad out. She knew he knew of her plan, but she still wants to include him in dinnertime chitchat.

"Guess what I learned in school today," she opens conversation as she pops a piece of carrot in her mouth. Katsuki and you both hum. "I learned my multiplaction table. Did you know that something can be multiplied 12 times?"

"Kiddo," you start, chuckling and wiping at the corner her lips when she smears hamburger sauce on them. "You can multipliy numbers much more than 12 times."

"Really?!"

"If you keep talking and avoiding the rest of your vegetables on that plate, I'll multiply them," Katsuki emptily threatens, taking a hearty bite out of his corn cob.

"How about we challenge for veggies, dad!" Misuzu only ever refers to Katsuki as 'Dad' when she was ready to wager something or play a prank. It always made him smirk and then their eyes would match in fiery compition.

"Ohhh?" He drew out.

Misuzu threw out her fist. "Rock, paper, scissors for the rest of the veggies on my plate. If I win, you have to eat alllll of my veggies for me."

"Only on the condition that if you lose, you have to finish them off before you finish your hambuger and the rest of my carrots." Katsuki pointed at the four remaining side carrots on his plate with his chopsticks. You could see Misuzu's determination falter before you pat her back.

"I believe in you, Suzu!" You lightly cheer. Her eyes light up with stars as Katsuki fakes a pout.

"You're on her side and not mine? I'm your husband," he fakes in offense. You shrug and lean back, playing pacifist.

Needless to say, three rounds of rock, paper, scissors later, Misuzu was pouting as she scarfed down her vegetables as quickly as possible. Although, as token of good faith, Katsuki ate the rest of his carrots on his own.

After dinner, Katsuki goes to wash up for the night as Misuzu helps you with dinner clean up. She was taking plates and putting left overs in the containers you gave her before giving you the dirty dishes to wash. You were wiping off the counters and sink while Misuzu wipes down the table when Katsuki comes in with still damp hair and a towel on his head.

"Bathrooms empty if you want to shower and clean up." You nod as Misuzu goes to follow you yet again. However, she had already been cleaned off the day, taking a bath after she came home and had stopped crying. It was a comfort thing, after every bad fit or tempertanturm, she would fully calm down with a bubbly bath with one of her parents fawning over her.

Katsuki was quick to scoop her up, holding her tightly like the princess she is as he made sure she wouldn't slip from his hold.

"Why not let mom go and get cleaned up on her own? We can wait for her in the living room, okay?" Misuzu thought it over before she was nodding. "Good girl."

You trot to the bathroom and start undressing, more than ready to wash off the days events. The shower was something much needed as the last chips of exhasution finally fell off your shoulders. The hot water soothing your aching back and steam relaxing your senses.

When you came out of the shower, dressed and fresh the first thing on your mind was prepping Misuzu's lunch for the next day before you forgot or got too tired to do it. Going into the kitchen, you grab for the loaf of bread in the cupboard and then snatch her favorite strawberry jam and smooth peanut butter.

As you were cutting the crust from the bread's edge, since Misuzu was picky about bread crusts, you feel her behind you. Latching onto the back of both your legs, one arm linked around each.

"Yes, Sweetie?" You hum softly as you hear her very faintly yawn.

"I help," he tiredly whines, releasing one of your legs to rub at her eyes. You could tell what she was doing without even looking at her and you smile, setting the crustless bread pieces on the clean countertop.

"Not right now, baby," you coo. "You're a lttle too sleepy."

"'m not sleepy."

"Uh-huh, you want to know who else says that?" There was a brief pause. "Daddy does." You momentarily get lost in thought about how much of Katsuki was truly present in her small, gentle persona. Her fiery competitiveness, her drive to achieve things no matter how small they seem, and of course her stubborn nature. You were brought out of those thoughts the moment you heard the smallest sniffle behind you.

You had been spreading the tan peanut spread on a piece of bread before you immedately set it down and twist your upper body to look down at the top of your daughter's head. Her chin was down, tucked close to her chest as her forehead was pushing into the back of your thighs. Her shoulders jump occassionally with small sniffs, like she was trying to hide the fact she was most definitely crying.

"Oh, Sweetheart," you coo, gently detaching her from your legs and bending down to kneel on both knees in front of her. You take her hands into your own and hold them softly as she continues to sniffle while fat tears slowly trail down her cheeks. You could tell by her tense face she was trying to get them to stop. "What's wrong?"

"I love you, Mommy."

You raise one hand to her cheek, gently swiping away a tear that is quickly replaced by another. Her skin was flushed and warm to the touch because of her emotions.

"I know that, Baby. I love you too."

"I love you just as much as I love Daddy."

"I know," you gently repeat.

"So, I'm not just daddy's girl?" Your brow quirks at her question. Instantly you were confused. Your confusion was short lived however, when Katsuki comes into the kitchen, standing in the doorway with his shoulder against the wall.

"She heard your interview on the radio and thinks that her being a daddy's girl is something bad when it comes to her mom." There's a small smile on his lips and you could tell it was a conflicted one.

Conflicted in the sense that firstly, he has already been through at least two of these misunderstanding tantrums and secondly, he hates seeing his daughter upset, much less crying. And finding the situation a little silly along with it all.

Misuzu shuffles to get closer to you, latching her arms around your neck the best she could. Your arms engulf her tiny little body as you shush and rock her side to side, rubbing up and down her back reassuredly.

"Misuzu," you call to get her attention. She slowly pulls away from you as you hold her shoulders and keep her in front of you. You push your forehead against hers and make her lock eyes with you. "Being a daddy's girl doesn't mean that you love me anyless."

"But you said-"

"I know," you nod slightly, "I know what I said. It's not a bad thing, Sweetheart. Loving your dad isn't bad at all, so you don't need to cry over it."

"Can I be a mommy's girl too?" She sniffles and you have half a mind to lay on the floor and scream. Your daughter was just too cute.

"Yes," you lightly breathe with a laugh in your voice. "You most certainly can be a mommy's girl too."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

She sniffles once more before wiping haphazardly at her face, clearing it of all tear stains. She glances up at the counter and then back down at you with doey, wet eyes.

"Can I have extra jam on my sandwich?"

You laugh before you kiss her head and sweep her up into your arms before standing and swaying her around.

"Of course." It didn't take long of you swaying her that she was out like a light. She was still young, so all the crying she'd done throughout the afternoon and evening had tuckered her out as she slept against your chest. Arms hanging limp over your shoulders and cheek smooshed just under your chin.

Katsuki made his way over and gently ran his fingertips over her spine, relaxing her further as she slept. His other hand came to wrap around your back and settle on your hip, lightly massaging it with his thumb.

"She's cried enough to fill four jars today, I swear," he scoffs quietly at his daughter puffy face.

"She's only 7, this is serious stuff," you jokingly testify on Misuzu's behalf.

Katsuki steps just a milimeter close to you, tugging you closer to his body by your hip and kisses you easily. It's long and warm and loving. His hand on your hip tightens as he's pushing down further on your lips, trying to silently convey everything he's feeling into you without the use of words. By the way he feels you smiling back against his lips, he knows you understand.

You always do.

Pulling away, your cheeks are warm and he nestles against your nose with his own.

"I love you too," you quietly tell him. Soon, he's taking misuzu from you and easily walking her into her room where he tucks her into bed and lets her sleep for the night. The rest of the evening he's stuck to you.

Wrapping his arms around your middle in the kitchen while you finish tomorrow's lunches. Leaning against you on the couch while he toys and spins the wedding band resting on your finger that matches his. Snatching and holding your pinky as you walk to the bedroom ahead of him, ready to sleep. And holding you as close as possible as you both lay on the mattress.

He was happy his daughter loved you, but maybe he missed all his opputurnitys to cling to you today too.

Oh well, he sighs against your head as you were tucked under his chin. He's got you know and for the rest of his life, so what's one day lost to his kid?

-x-x-x-

a/n pt2: wow this got longer than i thought. whoops x2 (feedback feedback feedback- i chant into a megaphone manifesting it)

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Mushi-Shi Fanvid - "Soul of Nature"

- A mixture of moments taken from the anime movie Mushi-Shi: Zoku Shou-Suzu no Shizuka 

 - First time creating an anime fanvid

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[parablesoftheone]

Zhuangzi investigates: Why don’t people react to Ginko’s appearance more?

 One of the most subtle yet impossible-not-to-notice threads running through Mushishi is the way people respond to Ginko—or rather, don’t. Many of those he encounters, even the blatantly superstitious, seem to never register the fact that he’s, you know, kind of odd-looking. Several fail to betray even the slightest puzzlement or wariness at the sight of a probably-twenty-something Japanese man with white hair and a single green eye, even if they’ve already encountered and been spooked by the supernatural. Watch, for example, Zen in S1 E13 “One-Night Bridge,” or the pair of highly nervous old ladies in S1 E14 “Inside the Cage.” 

In cases where Ginko does seem to make people nervous, other factors explain it, and his weird looks never come up. Even those whose reactions to him suggest they might have noticed slide swiftly past it, and this in a cultural environment where a mysteriously appearing child is at risk of being called a demon (S2 E13 “Lingering Crimson”).

Subtle facial expressions and behaviors are clearly well within Yuki Urushibara’s artistic scope, so what is going on with this recurring blind spot?

Zhuangzi has a possible answer to this little puzzle: Inner Chapters 5 tells us that for those who possess de, “virtue,” their physical appearances will simply go unnoticed (pg. 104). 

Before unpacking that wild claim, I’ll first let Zhuangzi explain Daoist “virtue.” The righteous and puritanical connotations that this word carries for us Western-thinking folk are misleading. According to Zhuangzi’s Inner Chapters 5 (tr. Feng and English):

“Life and death, profit and loss, failure and success, poverty and wealth, value and worthlessness, praise and blame, hunger and thirst, cold and heat—these are natural changes in the order of things. They alternate with each other like day and night. No one knows where one ends and the other begins. Therefore, they should not disturb our peace or enter into our souls. Live so that you are at ease, in harmony with the world, and full of joy. Day and night, share the springtime with all things, thus creating the seasons in your own heart. This is called achieving full harmony. ... Virtue is the attainment of perfect harmony.” (pg. 103)

"Virtue” is remaining centered, being untroubled by the shifting externalities of human affairs or the natural world. It’s the mindset that is the goal of Daoist practice—or, in Ginko’s case, the organic result of living a life within nature and outside the entanglements and distractions of human societies.

Of course, as Hall and Ames remind us, in the Daoist worldview everything is in motion and entails its opposite, and harmony is no exception:

“The notion of jing 靜—stillness, tranquility—that is often used to characterize this posture, far from being simple passivity, is an ongoing, dynamic achievement of equilibrium... Thus, tranquility (jing) stands in a dominant relationship in its partnership with agitation (dong 動); it does not negate or exclude its opposite.” (pg. 40)

It’s fair enough to say that Ginko doesn’t always remain in a state of “perfect harmony” (and wouldn’t he be less interesting if he did?), but then, in Daoism there’s no assumption that he should—quite the opposite. What lives moves, and we join perfect harmony only when we die and return to our original, undifferentiated state. But it can’t be denied that Ginko lives in a state of “dominant tranquility.” It takes a lot (a matter of life and death, usually) to jog him away from the center, and once jogged, he quickly returns to it.

The effect of such a mindset on external perceptions is no small part of Zhuangzi’s Inner Chapters 5. Pretty much the entirety of this chapter describes a succession of men who have achieved “virtue.” All of them are to some degree strange-looking, and one is even described as “hideous enough to scare everything under heaven” (source, pg. 100) (for which such rudeness Ginko certainly doesn’t qualify). Yet, despite the thick-headedness of some politicians and of course of Confucius, the people surrounding these adepts repeatedly either fail to notice or fail to care, or even begin to see others as strange-looking by comparison. These men attract heads of state; they attract women—with “ten or more such cases” of young women begging their parents to let them become the concubines of the “hideous” guy (pg. 100).

Chick magnet.

Explaining all this madness at the chapter close, Zhuangzi writes,

“... when goodness shines forth, the outward appearances are forgotten. We do not forget what ought to be forgotten, but forget what ought not be forgotten.” (pg. 104)

The message of Inner Chapters 5 is that our inner lives matter more than our appearances, to such an extent that for those who cultivate "virtue,” their appearances will be dismissed by anyone who can detect it—even if they look weird as hell.

Doubtful? I’ll close with one more suggestive instance: In “Pretense of Spring,” Ginko seeks shelter with Suzu, a young woman who lives alone with her little brother, and who is plainly nervous about opening the door to a stranger at night. But she does, and invites Ginko in almost instantly. Seeing him makes her less nervous, not more. (And, like Masumi, Suzu also develops a crush on Ginko... probably a good thing he doesn’t hang around high population centers that often.)

So, going by this Zhuangzian reading, the people who fail to notice Ginko’s appearance may signpost that he possesses what the men of Inner Chapters 5 possess: a state of centeredness powerful enough that, like the mushi, it sometimes flickers across the threshold from the invisible to the visible and becomes a blinding distraction. 

[kannra21]

@owishi Asdfghjkhgfds I want to write sum HCs rn! 😆✨✨

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After a successful photoshoot the MCPTF duo took for a detective magazine, Haru bashfuly thanked the camera crew for their work and started to gather his belongings. After a couple of seconds he didn't see Daisuke moving much from his spot at the studio backdrop so he decided to check on him.

Daisuke was still standing there, petting a beautiful cat on his shoulders. He was smiling for the first time in a long time and Haru couldn't help himself but to tease him a little.

"You have a soft spot for kittens, huh Kambe?" "Huh?" "You love animals don't you?" "Don't get the wrong idea. Just because I helped that little boy with a dog back the-" "I get it, no need to get so self-defensive." Haru approached the two and pet the cat as well. Daisuke continued "We had a family cat back in the days but she died from a kidney failure." "I'm sorry to hear that." "Pedigree cats are always difficult to maintain."

He then approached the studio producer and asked "What's the name?" while pointing at the purring ball of fluff. "Oh the name's Kumo-" "No, I meant the name of the breed." "It's a Maine Coon my good sir."

Daisuke took his phone, dialed a number and a lovely lady could be heard on the opposite line "Yes, Daisuke-sama?" "Suzue, do we have all the predispositions that satisfy the adoption of a cat?" "I mean yes but we can't charge a butler to take responsibility for everything. Consider chipping, regular visits to the vet, special shampoos, nail clippers, toothbrushes, specialized treats, eye drops, litter box, toys, climbing frames, there are many factors which need to be taken care of Daisuke-sama. Besides, it's been such a long tim-" "Alright"

Daisuke ended the phone call with a dissatisfied sigh before asking quietly "How much?" to which Haru needed to interfere. "Didn't Suzue-san just tell you not to take a cat home?" and Daisuke gave him an annoyed side-glance "I'll figure something out."

When he arrived to the mansion in his Bentley Continental GT, he glanced at the backseat to address the feline comfortably lying in the fancy pet carrier. "You better not make a sound, understood?" to which the cat just purred in satisfaction. Daisuke felt so silly at this moment, like a little boy hiding a broken vase from his mother.

When he was about to enter the mansion, he accidentally walked on Suzue typing something on her tablet. She looked up and was delighted to see Daisuke coming home safe and sound. Daisuke stood at the doors, one side of his body peering from the corner while the other with a cat was hidden behind the wall. "Welcome back Daisuke-sama, the crack-open naengmyeon is already served on the table, you can take your seat." "Actually, I was planning on doing something else beforehand. Would you please excuse me for a moment?" "Of course." Suzue turned around and waited for him in the dining room. And although Daisuke was very good at keeping his serious demeanor, Suzue still noticed that something was off, with the tone of his voice for instance. It was very faint but Suzue was able to recognize things like this since she knew him so well. Still, she decided not to question him about it.

Daisuke entered his room and laid the pet carrier on the floor. Opening the zipper, the cat jumped out and rolled cozily on his bed. Daisuke held his phone and took a picture. He decided that he couldn't leave it by itself so he went downstairs to the storeroom where he took a litter box and filled it with old newspapers just in case.

After that he joined Suzue for lunch, they talked about Daisuke's photoshoot and Suzue's data she collected on certain people regarding a case. Daisuke told her that the magazine will be published in three weeks or so and Suzue was so happy she promised that she'll be the first costumer to buy it. Daisuke smiled more around Suzue after he let go of his past and threw his father into the jail. Now that all the bad things are behind him, he can finally indulge in his life and pay more attention to Suzue to whom he has yet to make up for all she has done for him over the years. He's thinking about marrying her soon.

While they were eating and pleasantly chatting, a high pitched "mrow" could be heard from the upper floor.

"What was that?" Daisuke let out a dry cough and said "My apologies. It seems that I needed to take a thicker coat before leaving for an appointment." "But.. you always pay attention to things like this." "It's true, but today I was a little late, had other things to do." "Don't overwork yourself, you need to think about your health." "Seems like you need to take better care of me.", he said with a smirk plastered on his lips to which Suzue just laughed and replied "You're so spoiled." and he scooted closer to her whispering "But I like it better when you do it.", and almost kissed her before the two heard a soft thud coming from the above.

"Excuse me for a moment, I need to check what's happening up there. Will be right back.", maybe the moment was ruined but he kissed her forehead nonetheless and went upstairs, leaving her full-hearted and all mushy inside. Her mind was so hazed from the thought of Daisuke kissing her forehead and almost kissing her lips that she didn't register the cause of his concern.

When he arrived to his room he had things to behold; scattered papers and documents all over the floor and the ashtray he typically used after his "adventurous nights with Suzue" was lying on the ground right next to the nightstand. The cat was sitting on his working table licking her paw as if nothing of this concerned her in the slightest. Daisuke sighed in disappointment and put her back in her "baby jail". She already gave him such a hard time but he couldn't be angry with her, she was his baby (yes he already considered himself a dad for god's sake).

Since they already finished with their meals, Suzue went back to her tech room to finish her work and Daisuke took the opportunity to place some meat and water on small plates and bring it to his naughty little friend.

The cat calmed down instantly after she ate and went straight to sleep. Daisuke couldn't believe his own eyes, the audacity, the sheer amount of spoilage this creature showed was unreal. It reminded him so much of himself and he smiled a little. He really missed having a cat.

After he cleaned up and finished his other tasks, he laid on the bed next to her and pet her soft white fur, making her purr louder and snuggle up beside him. Daisuke knows that Suzue is not stupid and that she'll eventually catch up on him sneaking behind her back to give Furry Elise treats (yes her name is Furry Elise, "Für Elise" might be one of Beethoven’s best-known piano pieces and Daisuke knows how to play it too).

And it actually happened that same night. Daisuke was about to fill her small plate with more meat when he met Suzue in the kitchen and she asked him what he was doing. He instantly gave up because it would be so blatantly obvious and incredibly stupid of him to say that he was trying out a new weight-losing tip when no one in this god-forsaken world ate raw chicken.

So he took her to his room and showed her Furry Elise. And although the cat purred really loudly upon seeing them, Suzue wasn't happy about it. In fact, she looked really disappointed and Daisuke needed to apologize. He explained her how it happened and how he wished to have a pet after a really long time. He thought she liked cats as well and therefore concluded that it wouldn't be such a big deal to adopt this cute little feline she loved so much, but apparently it was, so he asked her one more time why she was so reluctant to the whole idea of owning a cat again.

Suzue now shredded a couple of tears and Daisuke was seriously alarmed upon seeing her like this so he carefully cupped her with his hand behind her back and hugged her, asking why she was crying all of a sudden.

"It's just.. I don't want to go though this all over again." "What are you talking about?" "You see, my parents died, your parent died, our previous cat died so soon. I'm living in fear every day and asking myself if something's going to happen to you as well, that's why I'm so excessively worrying about you. And everything I need right now is another sweet creature that I love so much leaving us again. I don't think I'd be able to handle it anymore."

"Suzue.. I never thought..", Daisuke kissed her head and felt a big amount of guilt dawning on him. He was so selfish for only thinking about what made him happy without considering Suzue's emotions. But then he reclaimed his mind and tried to concentrate on saying the right thing. Hopefully he can make her feel better again.

"Suzue, my dear, you shouldn't limit yourself to things that make you happy. It's not healthy. You see, none of us is eternal; neither you, nor me, nor this kitten down there looking at you with so much love in her eyes. But for that very reason that none of us is eternal, we should dedicate our time to one another and make most of it. So please don't deny yourself or your feelings. Instead of dwelling on the sad things, we should concentrate more on our time spent together and be happy, okay?"

Even Daisuke didn't know how he managed to word it this nicely but he did and he realized that both of them were crying by now. They shared a passionate kiss but got interrupted by a small furball rubbing on their feet like it wanted to share a hug as well and Suzue smiled through tears.

She squatted and carefully took the cat in her hands. "What's her name?" "Furry Elise." Suzue now needed to laugh so much and she hadn't even recovered from her previous emotional outburst.

"I love it, you're really good at this.. it's.. the song you used to play for me all the time before you went studying overseas."

He looked at her with so much love and adoration at this exact moment.

"Know what? I think I'm falling for you all over again, Mr. Millionaire." Daisuke swore, his heart was full that night and no money could ever compare to this feeling.

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[fatuii11]

nothing bad, i just dont wanna risk clogging someones dash with kin stuff and don’t wanna get out a doc right now cause i need sleep and can’t bother with formatting. so, ginko stuff under the cut

- nui was a very kind teacher, she didnt rush anything or what but she also didnt teach me more than the basics in the time i was there. it was always a mix of “you really should be going, find some home to go to” and “yeah here’s this mushi and if you should stay away from them or not”. i’d be lying if i said that in the months that i had spent with her, and especially if i had spent longer with her, i would have seen her as a mother. i was lucky that she found me to begin with, or else i may have died out there. 

- i didn’t always wear just modern clothing. given that it was near the end of the edo period / beginning of the meiji period, most people still wore what we consider traditional clothing. but i had run into a european trader once on my travels, and between trading stuff and buying stuff with the little money i had me, i had some patterns to carry with me as well as a handful of garments. but when those weren’t clean i’d wear the usual, and i tried to keep those clean for the colder day and months. 

- i don’t believe i ever took on any partners, for i didn’t care much for romance or sexual relations at all. i had one goal, and that was to document and understand the mushi, and given that i couldn’t stay in one place for very long meant taking up a partner very hard. not that i had much of a want for it, anyways. though i wouldn’t be surprised if there were few people that i may have exchanged a kiss with from time to time on my ways out, it wasn’t often nor was it many. though i have a feeling that adashino may have been one of them, and was rather surprised by it as i walked off — i didn’t think much of it. it was just a gesture of affection, of thanks. 

- that girl from episode 15, i can’t be bothered to remember her name, the boy that likes the usobuki and always gets caught up in the harumagai. miharu and his sister suzu. she most definitely had feelings for me, which is already apparent in canon, but unlike canon my reasoning for being reluctant to leave had nothing to do with reciprocated feelings. it was unrequited at best, as i saw no need for such things, but regardless of if i felt that way towards her didn’t stop the longing for a place i could call home. it was less that i wanted her and more that i wanted a place. i hadn’t had a place since i was 10, you see, and such things i couldn’t have come across again. and i highly doubt that i did. it was a sweet gesture, but i couldn’t return them, i don’t think. i don’t know, it’s incredibly bittersweet really, because i know that she loved me but i dont think i could have brought myself to love her in the same way back. in the same way that one may not love another when they already have their hearts set on someone else. 

[tanuki-kimono]

Sleel early autumn outfit, featuring nadeshiko (pinks) patterned kimono, and a summer weave obi with embroidered flying insects (dragonfly, cricket, grasshopper, wasp/hornet).

I like how mature this kimono look. Nadeshiko are often depicted in a sweeter pastely way so its a nice change

[goddesstrolls-archive]

and ofc how can i plug mushishi w/out providing resources

Note: There are two seasons and three OVAs. Only season two is on Netflix.

Mushishi is. Difficult to describe but it’s relaxing and pretty, and I find the stories intriguing.  It follows Ginko, who deals with otherworldly creatures called Mushi and the problems they cause for humans.

Mushishi Season One “Mushishi” - 26 Episodes Subbed  Dubbed

Mushishi OVA One “Hihamukage” / “The Shadow That Devours The Sun” Subbed

Mushishi Season Two is split into two parts with a special in-between. Both are referred to as Mushishi Zoku Shou or Mushishi: The Second Passage.

Mushishi Zoku Shou Part One - 10 Episodes Subbed

Mushishi OVA Two “Odori no Michi” / “Path of Thorns” Subbed

Mushishi Zoku Shou Part Two - 10 Episodes Subbed

Mushishi OVA Three “Suzu no Shizuku” / “Bell Droplets” Subbed

Mushishi manga (10 volumes) As I recall the anime is quite faithful to the manga, with mostly just the order of some chapters being switched around. 

[zeoia]

tagged by @kingprincesscthulhu Rules: Tag 9 people you want to know more about. hnnnnn effort   Top 3 Favorite Ships: you expect me to pick only three? i’m a slut for mushy shit im not gonna pick anything. EVERYONES GAY AND IN LOVE

Last Song Listened To: into the stars by tim be told

Last Movie Watched: Chirin’s Bell/Ringing Bell/Chirin no Suzu

Reading: The Magnus Archives transcripts. ...it counts right??

What food am I craving Right now: chips....... need the cronch

I guess I’ll tag SOMEONE, but yall feel free to ignore this.

@dumbstruckconjurer, @sheepytina, @saltyanonymous

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Illusion of Sunlight (Ginkka)

Word count: 2,504

Pairing: Ginko x Torekkā 

Content warnings: Some talk of things being a dream or the afterlife but are very much real, idiots messing with mushi, mysterious origins, near death experiences, smoking, love at first sight

The inn bustled with life in the wee hours of the morning. Winter had blanketed the mountain in thick, white snow and made the inhabitants blanket themselves in thicker kakebuton. Only the warmth of the hearth in the living area could make them stir from their beds, the scent of boiling broth enriching the air with the promise of fatty meat. It was a sea of dark hair as each visitor took their share of rice and soup. A shock of white moved amongst the wave of people as a man with braided, colorless hair took a sip of his tea. His gaze wandered over to where a group of men chattered loudly.

“A place in the mountains…where it’s still spring? That seems too good to be true.” 

A man with a finely trimmed beard barked back,“I’m telling you, man. I saw it. There was this patch of green and the scent of flowers and everything.”

“Oh yeah? Why didn’t you bring any flowers back then, huh, Hiroshi-kun?” An older man sneered over the rim of his cup. 

“You said it first. It was too good to be true. That kind of thing can’t be trusted. You heard about it from the mushi-shi. ‘If it sounds too good to be true, it probably is and you shouldn’t go messing with it.’” 

The white-haired man jumped to his feet and joined them at their spot on the floor. 

“Excuse me. Where did you see this?”

Hiroshi blinked at the stranger. “Huh? Uh, a pretty long trek eastward. Don’t tell me you’re gonna go look for it.”

“Of course I am! I’m not going to let this opportunity pass me by. Ah…just think of the paintings I can make…!” His face tilted towards the ceiling with an expression of such rapture two of the men looked upward to see what he could be so enthralled with.

“Yo, you’re that traveling painter, aren’t you? I heard about you from the innkeeper. Made that wall scroll with the cranes, right?” The other man with them piped in, pointing at the long horizontal scroll spanning across the entryway. Images of red-crowned cranes swooping down towards banks of snow adorned the tan parchment, life-like enough to make one think they were staring out the window and witnessing the birds’ descent themselves.

“I am. That piece bought me a season’s worth of nights here.” He chuckled and bowed his head slightly. “I’m Torekkā. Nice to meet you. Pardon me for intruding on your conversation.”

“Impressive…well, we can’t stop you. Don’t go dying out there, Torekkā-san. A talent like that is worth keeping alive.”

“I’ll do my best!” Torekkā rummaged through his worn pack, producing an even more worn rolled-up map. “Now then…can you show me where you might have seen it…?”

“Oh, yes, I think it was somewhere around here….”

The trek had been a long one, but nothing any more strenuous than what Torekkā had already experienced. He searched amongst the stark trees and piles of white for a sign of prospering life. Then, there, out of the corner of his eye- a flicker, a hint of color, a silent movement- the flapping wings of a butterfly. He darted towards the flying insect with worrying speed.

“Yes, yes, yes- keep on flying little butterfly.” He followed after it and in his haste, caught a whiff of something sweet and floral. The butterfly fluttered into the branches of a blooming tree, causing the artist to halt. “Flowers…flowers-!”

There was no hesitation as they dove into the mass of green leaves and pink petals. They nearly forgot what they came for until they felt their inrō skim over their side. They grabbed at it, unhooking it to produce a pencil and a piece of parchment. Walking through the patch of paradise, they scribbled a few quick sketches of the butterfly and the outline of the blossoms against the snowy mountains. They squatted down to draw out the details of a lizard before it skittered off and up a tree trunk; a giggle bubbled out of his throat. “Hiroshi-san…you were a fool to not check this out for yourself.” 

Torekkā could tell the springtime was the sign of a mushi at work; there was no way this was a natural phenomenon. Of the many strange things Torekkā had witnessed, none had quite captured such a sense of calm and ease. It was warm like sunlight on their face, a golden hue streaming through their strands of hair and heating them to their core. The euphoria of it all made them feel light-headed.

Or perhaps, it was the change in the air. The scent shifted to something…off. What was once vibrant and thrumming with life, was now filled with an underlying sense of dread. Rot and decay- cold and unfeeling. Something foul was at play. That warmth ebbed away and left them chilled to the bone. Their body jolted and their knees buckled.

“What…what is this…!”

“Stop! Get away-!”

Torekkā jerked his head to where he heard the voice, but all he saw was the ground as his body fell into the bed of grass. His body felt heavy, frozen in place and wracked with violent shivering.

“The butterflies…” 

They swarmed his vision, covering his body as his eyelids slid closed. The last thing he could register was the warm weight of hand wrapping around his face, cupping his chin to lift his head as he fell into a dreamless sleep.

“You’re awake.”

“…huh.” Torekkā felt the crust in the corners of their eyes as they blinked open slowly, greeted by a vision far greater than any stretch of blossoms. The man before them lifted a cigarette to his lips. The motion barely shifted his white bangs from his cheek as he tilted his head. For a moment, the artist wondered if  it was all a part of a dream. Mushi could cause dreams. Surely, such an angelic man couldn’t be real. “Am I…dead?”

“Hah. You flew too close to the sun back there. Tangling with the likes of mushi like the Usobuki is dangerous.” His face lit up with his teasing tone. There was no sunlight coming in through the screens; yet, his touch felt so warm as pressed the fingers to the side of Torekkā’s neck. It burned hotter than a boiling pot. The artist flinched and the man snorted. “You’re alive, although you could have been in some real danger if I hadn’t intervened. That was a stupid move back there.”

The artist breathed out, his cheeks flushed. “I…wanted to paint…the butterflies.”

“They may look like butterflies, but that’s another way they draw you in. Appearing as something familiar to draw your attention away from how false the idea of a spring in winter is.”

“I knew it wasn’t really spring…of course, I did. But I couldn’t drag myself away from capturing something so majestic. People need to see it. I needed to see it.”

“Well, you saw how that turned out. Ugh, I thought the kid was bad…” He worried the strands of hair between his fingers before stretching his arm over his lap. “I understand that mushi can be something to admire and cherish, but you have to be careful with them. They aren’t your friends.”

“…you’re a mushi-shi, right?”

“Yes. I’m Ginko. I came here to help with the exact thing that was trying to eat you.” His smirk did nothing to reassure Torekkā. It only made them pale in the face, unapparent by their already white complexion.

“Eat…me?”

A woman’s voice chirped up. “Ginko-san, you didn’t tell me that!”

“Okay, that’s an exaggeration, sure. They weren’t going to actually eat you, but they were feeding off your energy. It’s the same idea.” Ginko groaned and looks to the side. “I was hoping you’d take it more seriously if I explained it in a grim manner.”

“Either of those descriptions are pretty grim…!” She gripped the boy in her arms tightly.

“Just don’t go messing with them anymore, alright? You had your fill of Usobuki and they’ve gotten enough from you. They might not kill you out right, but it’s best not to let yourself get to that point. Leave them be.” The mushi-shi looked at the child and the man with a stern expression.

They both sighed. “Understood…”

“Mm.” Ginko placed the cigarette on his lips as he stood. “I’ll have to leave soon now that everything is sorted out. Miharu, you and I will have to have a little chat before I go.”

“…okay.”

“W-wait! Ginko-san, that’s what you said your name was, correct? Can we talk too?”

“I was planning on it. But not until I’ve had a word with Miharu. Is that alright…?” Ginko trailed off as he waited for the man to give his name.

“Torekkā.”

“Torekkā-san, sit tight. Don’t go running back to the Usobuki while I’m gone.”

“Yes sir…”

“I’ll be back soon.” He gave a short breath of a laugh as the woman looked at him expectantly. “Don’t look too worried, Suzu. I’ll bring him back safely.”

Suzu went red to the ears and merely nodded as Ginko left the house with Miharu. Torekkā peered over at the woman and stared for a long moment before she met his gaze. 

“…is there something you wanted to say?”

“Are…you two close or something?”

“A-ah, no, nothing like that. Ginko-san…only visited us twice now. He can’t stay for long.”

“So he’s a traveler too…”

“Yes…”

“Suzu-chan, can you…tell me anything else about him?”

“I suppose, but why…?”

He rose from the futon, resting his elbows on his thighs. “Color me curious. I…have an interest in mushi myself.”

“Oh. Um, well, there isn’t much to say…he’s just been helping me out with my brother, that’s all. Ginko keeps to himself for the most part…”

“I see…so you live alone out here with your…?”

“Brother.”

“Right…”

The two of them kept the talk small, Suzu not appearing to be as open to Torekkā as she was with Ginko. Before Ginko returned, she inquired if Torekkā was planning on staying there.

“Ah, sorry, but I…have to make my way as well. I’m looking for something.”

“I understand. You’re welcome to stay for a bit longer, if you’d like. We don’t have much, but I’m sure Miharu would be happy to have someone so similar to him to talk to.”

“Heh, I would too. However, I have to keep going. I can’t stop now. Even if the mushi did pause my journey, it’s just another step in the right direction. Leeching energy…I’ll have to make note of that.”

“Hm?” Suzu’s brows pinched together.

“It’s nothing.”

“We’re back.” Ginko spoke casually, the volume of his voice raised just enough to get their attention. “Torekkā. You wanted to talk? I have some questions for you.”

“A-ah, yes. That’s fine. I have plenty myself…!”

“Hurry up then. I can’t stay much longer. Spring is starting.” Ginko did not hesitate before stepping back towards the door. Torekkā scrambled to grab their bag before pursuing him. As they stepped outside, their lips parted in awe. Winter was melting away to reveal soft dirt and budding flowers. The sight had them reaching for their brushes until they heard the mushi-shi’s steps crunch at the earth. 

“R-right, so you’re a mushi-shi. That means you can see all the mushi. Can you-” Their question choked off as Ginko took the man’s braid in his hand.

“This isn’t a symptom of the Usobuki as far as I know. Were you always like this?”

“H-huh? U-uh-uh, uh yeah. I’ve been…like this…” Their face darkened as he looked at their feet. “…as long as I can remember.”

“Mm. You’re carrying a drifter mushi, aren’t you? Is that why you went after the Usobuki?”

“No! Ah, it wasn’t anything like that. I really wanted to paint the false spring. That’s all.” They looked up as Ginko pulled his hand away again. “Do you know what it…might be?”

“No, sorry. I’ve seen some mushi that can cause something similar, but nothing like this. This is unfamiliar territory for me. I can try and see if I can find anything in my records, if that’s what you wanted to ask.”

“While I appreciate it, that’s not what I wanted to ask of you.”

“Oh? What is it then?”

“Can I come with you?”

“Hah?”

“I’ve been fascinated with mushi my whole life, before I even knew I had one. I want to learn about them. Please. Teach me. Take me with you.” They stared into Ginko’s eye, desperately trying not to focus on his soft lips framed by faint facial hair.

Ginko gritted his teeth and took a drag, eye darting away from the man’s persistent ogling. “I can tell what you want to know, but I don’t know about you all that well. You can come along. Just know you’ll have to go-”

“I can help you! I’m a painter. Wait, let me show you some of my work.” Torekkā pulled the tattered pack from his back and dug into it, the sound of crumpling paper making Ginko cringe.

“Hn, I saw the sketches you did from where you fell. It’s nice work, but I can draw the mushi just fine- …huh.” The artist thrusted a stack of parchment into his hands and Ginko’s eye widened a fraction at the shock of color and texture presented in the pieces. Scenes of mountains, sea, and forest; birds pecking at seeds on stone, leaving remains of the shells; insects nestled in between wide leaves, spots where they chewed away at them not spared from the depiction- mushi tangled around fingers and faces and tree limbs captured in perfect portrayal. Ginko’s wide fingers traced along the illustration. “You made these?”

“Of course.” Torekkā huffed. “I’m a painter.”

“This is…something else entirely.”

“I might not know much, but I can give you this in exchange for knowledge of the mushi.”

Ginko glanced up, eye moving from the artwork to the artist, brow raised. “This isn’t your first time proposing this, is it?”

Torekkā stiffened, hands settling at his sides. “No. It isn’t.”

The mushi-shi studied the papers again, humming as he tidied them into a neat stack. “…alright. You can join me. On one condition.”

The painter perked up, lips curling into a small smile. “I’m listening.”

“Let me do the talking. I think your previous attempts failed because, well, no offense, you are terrible at sales pitches.”

Torekkā gasped and folded his arms, his lips pulled into a pout. “Rude!”

“Don’t get upset. I think your work can speak for itself. I’ll be sure to help it tell its story in a more…flattering manner.”

“You better! Hmph. I’m starting to think you aren’t as nice as Suzu-chan said you were.”

“…say what now?”

“Nothing!” Torekkā took Ginko’s arm with a smug grin. “Lead the way, Mr. Mushi Master.”