Kali embarrassing Blake by showing Yang her baby pictures
Oh poor Blake.
Ghira: It is so nice to have you and girlfriend here to join us for this festival this year, sweetie. *Ghira said happily as he helped his daughter pick out a kimono to wear for the event, picking a very layered pink one out.* How about this one? It would look very nice on you. And keep you warm.
Blake: *Blake took one glance at the kimono and laughed while shaking her head.* Hahaha, nice try dad. But not only have I haven’t wore pink since I was three, it going to be 76 tonight. So I think I’ll go with a simple and light. Beside, if it was going to be cold I would just stay close to Yang. *She informed him, giggling when seeing her father roll his eyes and put the pink kimono back in defeat while she pulled out purple kimono with a flower design on the lower half.* Hmm, this one looks nice.
Ghira: If it’s going to be so warm tonight I don’t see why the both of you are sharing your room when we have a perfectly good guest room for Yang to stay in. *Ghira mumbled to himself.*
Blake: Dad. We have been dating for nearly three years.
Ghira: I know. I’m just saying me and your mother spent a lot of time making it all nice for her staying with us. Plus, it’s a bit soon for you two to be sharing a bed. *Ghira shrugged making Blake shake her head.*
Blake: Oh dad. Do we need to have the talk?
Blake: You see dad. When a woman and a woman love each other very much-
Ghira: Enough! You made your point! I don’t need the image of my bday girl doing…. That! In my head. *Ghira groan, holding up his hands in defeat before muttering.* Now I know how you must have felt when your mother gave you to talk.
Blake: Hehe, believe me. I probably had it worse. *Blake laughed as she and her father proceed to cashier when Blake twitch her cat ear with a thought.* Speaking of mom, I’m surprise she wasn’t the one the to come with me. I would have thought she would want me to pick something more…
Ghira: Revealing? *Ghira said narrowing his eyes.*
Blake: I was going to go with Flashy.
Ghira: Oh. Yes well. Kali wanted to spend time with Yang. To get to know her better.
Blake: Sigh, I see. I just hope she doesn’t do anything that will embarrass me like show Yang any photo albums.
Blake: She’s not doing that right, dad!
Ghira: … *Sweating bullets.*
Ghira: It’s just one album, sweetie. *Ghira nervously smiled.*
Blake: oh god no.
Yang: Oh. My. God… *Yang whisper with wide eyes as she covered her mouth before squealing with delight.* ~She is SOOOO CUTE!~<3
Kali: I know isn’t she! She would always play and tackle the ball of yawn whenever I was kitting. *Kali smiled with glee as she show Yang a picture of baby Blake playfully bouncing a ball of yarn in the air with her hand and feet as she laid on her back before turning the page.* Oh and here is Blake playing with you favorite stuff doll, Luna Tuna.
Yang: Aaaaaaaaw.~<3 Hehehe, she is trying to eat it! *Yang giggled as she looked as the photo of baby Blake nalling on the stuff toy fish.*
Kali: Hehe, yes. There were quite a number of times we had to stitch Luna tuna back together.
Yang: Hehe, I bet. *Yang chuckled, remembering every time Blake bit her during sex, deciding her lover’s mother didn’t need to know that detail. The brawler then looked at the picture below that warmed her heart as she awed again, the photo being of Blake falling asleep and napping on a rocking horse.* Aw. Look at her! She looks so cuuuuute in this one. Gasp! She is even in kitty pajamas!~<3
Kali: Oh she would ride that for hours. Me and Ghira actually used it to know when it was nap time for our baby girl. *Kali smiled running her fingers over the photo.* We would just listen to the rocking slow down before speeding up again and slow down again.
Yang: Did she ever fall off?
Kali: Yes but always on the pillows we had around her and on her feet.
Yang: Hehe, nice. Whoa, haha, what’s going on here? *Yang giggled a she pointed to the next page at a photo of a naked baby Blake hissing towards a sink as she clings onto a younger Ghira’s beard who is tiring to pry her off.*
Kali: Ah. Hahahaha. *Kali laughed.* That was Blake first bath. Hahahaha. Back then she hated the water. We would chase her naked butt all of the house before getting into the sink or tub. It actually started her little phase of not wanting to wear clothes. See? *Kali smiled as she show Yang photos of Blake giggling as ran from Ghira or Kali trying to put clothes on her, some of which showed them catching a Blake clone.*
Yang: Oooooh!<3 Look at her little booty. Hahaha! Ruby went through the same phase just when she awakened her semblance. *Yang smiled, turning the page to a photo of a grumpy pouting Blake with crosses arms and trying not to cry standing next to a hanging sheet.* Hey what’s this one? Why does Blake look so upset?
Kali: *Kali looked at the photo and immediately covered her mouth while trying hold back her laughter, unfortunately telling miserably at it.* Ooooooooohehehehe. I nearly forget this one was in here. Hehehehe. *Kali said as she pointed to the sheet of the photo behind Blake.* You see this is the first time Blake wet the bed. Hahaha, and, hehe, and she was so scared that she would get in trouble she tried, ahhahahaha, she tried to blame it on our neighbor’s dog! Hahahahaha!
Yang: Hahahahahaha! Oh my god that is hilarious! Hahahaha! *Yang and Kali laughed together wiping tears from their eyes.* Oh man. Hahahaha! Oh you have to send me copies of these.
Kali: Sure thing Yang. Hahaha. *Kali nodded when suddenly the doors burst open revealing a out of breath Blake quickly scanning the room before spotting her mom an girlfriend.* Hello honey. I was just showing Yang some of your old baby photos. Would you li- *Kali began to greet her daughter before, the younger cat Faunus snatched the photo album from her and throw it to the ground while drawing her sword chopping it to confetti.* … To join us?
Blake: *Blake continue to pant, sheathing he sword, before taking a deep breath and turning to Yang and Kali who are staring at her blushing face with raised surprised eyebrows.She then points to Yang and says with a slight threatening tone.* You saw nothing.
Yang: Oh-ho.~ But I saw MAAAAAAANY things Blakey-poo. I just wish I had my own copy of how adorable you were as a baby and kid. *Yang could smirked as Kali reaches behind.*
Kali: It’s okay, Yang. I had a feel Blake would pull something like this. Sooo, *Kali smiled as she pulled out multiple photo albums, Blake’s jaw dropping while she blushed even more as Yang grinned ear to ear.* I had a few copies made.
Blake: MOM!! NO!! *Blake shouted diving towards the albums only for Kali to hold them out of reach as well as holding her daughter at bay.*
Kali: But sweetie! You looked to cute when you were a baby!
Blake: That’s not the point, Mom!! Now give them here!!
Kali: No! Besides, it’s not look Yang hasn’t seen your butt already.
Yang: She’s got a point.
Blake: NOT HELPING!! * Blake shouted at her girlfriend only for her eyes to widen in horror upon seeing Yang looking through one of the copies of the photo album.* YANG NO!! *Blake screamed as Now Kali held back her daughter.*
Kali: Now now. Blake. I’m should Yang’s father will show you embarrassing baby photos of her when you visit her father. *Kali told her daughter.*
Yang: Yeah Blakey. You’ll have your chance to embarrass me. Beside, Looking through these I hope when we have our own daughter she is like you in these photo. *Yang smiled as she looked through the album, taking picture of certain photos, mutter.* Aw that is my knew background.
Blake: *Meanwhile, after what Yang said, Blake stopped struggling and frozen as she whole face turned pink as Kali smile grow ten times it sized and let out a eep of joy.* … Aw Babe.
Ghira: I deeply apologize again for your window. Please send me the bill for the repairs and I will pay for them. *Ghira bowed to the shop owner in front of the broken window with the perfect outline of Blake’s silhouette.*
Fun fact, that rocking horse one was of me when I was like three of four years old. Though it took a few falls before my parents thought of the pillows in case I fell off.
BEEP: Saito > Chizuru 21 / 11 / 14 A long confession text that wasn't ultimately sent. During their special ops mission, Saito had typed a well thought-out a text to the unexpectedly lovely undercover geisha, but every time he started to hit "Send" he was interrupted. Chizuru's phone was lying on the tatami mat nearby, blowing up with FB Messenger notifications. From men harassing Chizuru. Sending her pictures of their... shortswords. She really ought to be more careful with privacy settings.
Okaaaaaaaaaay. So we are going seriously AU here: forget letters, this is the Edo period with cell phones! And we are not going to think about that too hard, right?
👘⚔️ … with cell phones …
For those who want extra visual context, please see the Hakuouki Anime OVA, Episode 2. The setting is the Sumi, a restaurant located in Kyoto’s red light district. Chizuru has dressed up as a geisha in order to spy on Choshu rebels. Most of the Shinsengumi captains have found either reasons or excuses to be in the building.
Saito and Yamazaki have volunteered to watch over Chizuru. Unfortunately, nobody expected Chizuru to be so lovely in her geisha attire or considered her effect on impressionable clients and Shinsengumi alike.
Memories of Unspoken Love ~ Saito Hajime
Saito hesitated, then nodded to himself. Yes, it was appropriate to use the honorific given the subject he intended to broach. Besides, if he hesitated over every word then this text, expressing his sincere (but polite) admiration for her, would never get sent. Seeing her this evening looking so beautiful had shaken him, but had also strengthened his resolve. He took a deep breath, trying not to waste even more time dwelling on her shapely neck or the way that the fine material had somehow emphasized her delicate bones or–
He stared down at the one word (plus honorific) printed on the screen. He could do this.
I am sending this to tell you that I admire your courage–
Did he dare write his honest thoughts? Some of them, at least? Saito wiped a faint sheen of sweat from his palms, something he rarely had to do.
–your courage for undertaking such a potentially troublesome task.
He couldn’t bring himself to say “and beauty”. It was probably too forward in any event.
I realize that you may not have wanted to dress in such attire this evening; it may even be that you dislike it. However, I want you to know–
Saito stared at the small pouch beside him. Chizuru–ah, Yukimura–had apparently left her cell phone in her bag, whether by design or by accident. Well, hopefully it would not ring or beep too much and he could–
#Beep! #Beep! … #Beep! … #Beep! #Beep!
This was ridiculous–or? Maybe Yukimura was in trouble and she or somebody else was trying to signal him? Or it was some other emergency? Either way, he couldn’t concentrate on his text with such infernal noise.
Kagura was woken up by a loud, irritating voice in the morning, at 6’o’ clock. An old lady entered in what became her bedroom; she scanned her from head to toes with disdainful eyes, arms akimbo. In all, whoever this old lady was — she wouldn’t do any good to Kagura.
Race: Zanpakuto Spirit Height:
180 cm (5'11")
Gender: Male Preferred Pronouns: He/Them Master: Kuchiki Byakuya
Senbonzakura’s physical manifestation takes the form of a tall, light-skinned man with blue eyes and long, dark brown hair. The hair frames his face, with two chest-length bangs, and is tied up at the back with a white ribbon in a long ponytail which reaches his lower back. His face is covered by an ornate mask featuring golden teeth, black lips and fangs, a golden protrusion on either side, and a golden headpiece shaped like three cherry blossoms. He wears a long, light purple kimono with white stripes running down the centre and sleeves, which is tied at his waist with a long piece of white fabric that hangs down in two long loops in the front. He wears a red-gold pauldron on each shoulder, which are connected by a golden band with strips of red fabric hanging from it and two interwoven strips of red fabric above it. He wears red, elbow-length gauntlets and red greaves.
Personality: Senbonzakura can be somewhat rude as well as being very to-the-point and abrupt.
He can be very cruel, both in battle and out.
He always keeps his mask on, even when bathing. He even carries a spare mask with him, should his current one break.
In battle, Senbonzakura is calm and level-headed, though he usually taunts and belittles his opponents while fighting them. However, he will acknowledge their strength if they impress him enough. He is quite confident in his own power. However, he cannot stand being humiliated by his opponent, and will lose his calm should such an event occur. Senbonzakura cannot usually comprehend the idea of someone being able to repel the power of his Bankai. Senbonzakura is very respectful toward and somewhat subservient to Byakuya, only ever defying his master if he think it will be of benefit to Byakuya.
Senbonzakura refuses to follow anyone other than Byakuya. He firmly believes in Shinigami and their Zanpakutō spirits working together in order to display their true power. He is usually polite toward others at first and will usually refer to people Byakuya respects with respect too. However, he can be somewhat unthinking of the consequences of his actions. Though he appears calm and collected to others, Senbonzakura acts in a rather childish and hypocritical manner. He has a habit of shifting blame onto others for his actions. Additionally, he often thinks of solutions without considering what affects it may have on others. He is very impatient, his usual go to is counting to 10 before he loses his patience. He has a habit of underplaying the severity of his actions, referring to serious situations as "spilled milk“. He is easily angered by the mistakes of others.
Senbonzakura can sometimes have trouble correctly interpreting the intentions behind people’s actions, which can often lead him to anger and/or attack. Senbonzakura’s temperament actually mirrors Byakuya’s in his youth.
It’s still too hot for furisode in Nagoya, but the heat is just starting to break and it’s time to think about New Year’s Eve and fall weddings!
These four incredibly bold, Taisho-inspired (1920s-1930s) furisode are pairing saturation with saturation, powerful obi with punchy kimono, no holds barred, zigzags with giant flowers, purple bamboo with purple bamboo with lime and blood red, stripes with flowers with cranes, mandala flowers on mandala flowers, this designer is uncontrollable.
I gotta be honest, as much as I appreciate the restrained wabi-sabi of tea ceremony kimono and the glimmer of grey desaturated silk on tatami, these furisode that are like being punched in both eyes simultaneously by mishandled fireworks give me so much more enjoyment.