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The Attire of Boys of the Kamakura Period (1192 - 1342), Japan

A boy belonging to the upper class of the Kamakura period is represented in the following three pictures. His hair, parted in the middle, and then hanging down back, is tied into one strand with a white fillet (moto-yui) at the nape of the neck. His attire consists of a red outer-garment called “Suikan,” a hakama, and an unlined yellow undergarment. Suikan is so named from its stiffing by the wet-and-dried method, but not by starch. He wears a pair of wooden shallow shoes like the French sabot. A “hi-ogi” or fan of thin wooden strips is in his hand. Light green and white chrysanthemum-like ornaments are attached on the inner and outer sides of the sleeves. They are called kikutoji, originally meant to prevent seams from opening. Besides, both the sleeves are ornamented near the border with white and light green tapes stitched into square or rectangular shapes. This shape is called Kenuki-gata from that of a tiny tool like the modern tweezers, used in olden times for pulling out splinters run into the skin. These tweezer-like ornaments were used mostly for boys under 14. It may be said that the elegant style of the boys of the period can be vividly seen in these illustrations.

T. Ema,
Translated by K. Takigawa

Text and image via Naomi no Kimono Asobi on Flickr.  Photos appear to have been taken during the late 19th or early 20th century

Artist:

Ikenaga KanAkira

“Hundred Full Moon-Mai" 

Azabu-Rock Paints, Suikan, Glue, Ink, Gold Paint 

Sumi-Ink. Mineral Pigments and Hide-Glue on Linen Canvas

33 cm x 35 cm 

2010 



"Two people alone with longer room I silently was closed.
I want to stare at the cotton socks wound round and round in your ankle.
I was out of the room by the so muttered "Koyo will buy things cold.”
From walking it finds public power is head down and made ​​a phone call to your mobile phone.
“Kimi likes, I want to draw you a much”.
To sudden confession, you can feel that it responded to the “It funny”. During the hundred nights to draw you, you will become a thing of the others. My I’ve no longer stay from before.Then missing moon hundred degrees, I was full of hundred degrees. You are in also appear in unexpectedly my room, lying in front of the easel as that day. I also hundred nights, I draw you.“

All of Your Pieces

A/N: This is just one section from a longer one-shot that I’m working on, but I liked how it came out and wanted to post it now. (Will post the complete one-shot once it’s done.) 



“Here.”

Kagome startled when a bundle of bright red cloth was abruptly shoved under her nose. She blinked at it for a moment, before her gaze traveled up an extended white-clad arm, across broad shoulders, up to intent grey eyes surrounded by hair so black it nearly blended into the night.

“For… me?” she asked.

A corner of Inuyasha’s mouth curved down in a half-scowl. “No, for the rock behind you. Of course you! Who the hell else would I be talking to? ”

Too bemused to be offended by his sarcasm, she hesitantly reached up and grasped the suikan he held out to her, noticing as she did his blunted human nails against the fabric. “But,” she said tentatively, “won’t you be cold?”

He’d already retracted his arm and dropped down to sit on the ground a few feet away from her. He’d just finished building up the fire, which guttered weakly in front of them, already on the verge of going out. It had been raining steadily for most of the day, and though the rain had stopped some hours ago, the ground was still damp; it had taken them ages to find wood that looked dry enough to burn, and even longer to get a flame started. The prospects did not look good for their little campfire, which meant they were in for a long, uncomfortable vigil. The moonless night was dark and chill, and had only just begun.

At her question, Inuyasha merely scoffed. “I’ll be fine. Just ‘cause I’m human for the night don’t mean I’m a complete weakling.” His tone was all gruff nonchalance, but the set of his jaw was stiff, and his shoulders looked tense. He was obviously apprehensive.  

Afraid to offend him by refusing it, and much too embarrassed to suggest they share it, Kagome frowned as she slipped the suikan around her shoulders, gripping the edges closed under her chin. “I wasn’t suggesting that you were. But even strong humans can get sick in the cold.”

“Just shut up and keep it on, will you?” he barked out, sharp and irritated. “The last thing I need tonight is your ass getting sick.” His voice trailed off with what sounded like a muttered, “Pathetic woman.”

For a moment, she felt a lick of anger, a smarting sort of offense. Her frown deepened, and she opened her mouth to snipe right back—until she noticed the way his eyes kept glancing between her and the quickly-dying fire, between her and its narrowing radius of light, the dark night beginning to hem them in, impenetrable to human eyes and all the more menacing for it. She saw his jaw clench, watched his hand grip his sword and the minutest movement of his legs as he shifted ever so slightly closer to her.

And she realized all at once that his roughness was not the pompous contempt he pretended it was—it was concern. Deep concern. For her.

He should have been fearing for himself: should have been afraid for his own human body’s susceptibility to the elements, worried for his own security against potentially unseen enemies through the long night of his vulnerability. But perhaps, in his eyes, it was no longer just his night of vulnerability. It was hers, too, and that’s what bothered him the most.

And for the first time, she began to understand just how deeply her safety mattered to him. How protecting her had gone from a begrudging practicality to an instinct, a need.  

Just as suddenly as it had come, her anger faded. Closing her lips with a soft sigh, she looked back towards what was left of their campfire. Its dim, smoking embers glowed feebly, and neither she nor Inuyasha made any move to stoke it, knowing it would be an exercise in futility. She glanced back to the man beside her. He fairly radiated tension, face tight with it, posture utterly rigid as his eyes kept darting between her and their surroundings.

Wordlessly, Kagome scooted across the remaining few feet between them, until her right side was pressed against his left. He startled a little, muscles twitching, but didn’t otherwise move. Knowing it was the only comfort she could offer him—wishing she could do more—she slowly leaned her weight against him, resting her head on his shoulder and hooking her elbow through his, her hand sliding down his forearm until it found his hand where it rested on his thigh. Not quite brave enough to hold it the way she wanted to, she settled for twining her pinky finger around his. She felt his gaze—warm as a flame—on her face, but she just kept watching the fading embers of the campfire.

When the fire went out and the dark of night rushed over them, she rubbed her cheek against his shoulder and squeezed his arm. A moment later, she felt his finger rub against hers in the barest caress.

They stayed that way until dawn.

Make Me

For my babygirl @blacksteel-art. <3 

I’ll see what I can do for your other prompt, lovely. <3


“Come over here and make me.”

His head snapped around so fast to stare at her it was a wonder he didn’t get whiplash. “What?”

Dark eyes flashed in challenge. “You heard me.”

Instantly the wheels started turning in his head as he responded to that challenge, narrowing his gaze, his body tensing, senses tuned only to her. 

Despite the flush riding high on her cheeks, Kagome stared back boldly, unwaveringly, one arm crossed over her chest to hide her nakedness while the other hung at her side, fingertips trailing in the hip-deep hot water. Her heart pounded in her chest, butterflies erupted in her stomach, not having a clue what in the world she was dong, but feeling compelled to carry out the impulse anyway.

Inuyasha said nothing as he gazed at her, face impossible to read, and Kagome was beginning to think she’d made a very terrible mistake when suddenly he stood up in one fluid motion, turned to face her and promptly untied his sword to drop on the ground. Her breath caught in her throat as, without once taking his eyes off hers, he swiftly shrugged out of his suikan, letting it fall unceremoniously to the ground and his kosode followed shortly after. 

Then, with deliberate slowness, he waded into the water and made his way toward her, gaze intent, something flickering in his amber gaze that sent an answering pulse straight to the most sensitive part of her body.

Kagome was frozen as he approached and he flush and nothing to do with the hot water when he halted in front of her and crossed her against the boulder at her back, caging her in with an arm on either side of her head.  

Still he said nothing and Kagome found herself leaning in, her eyes going half-lidded and her mouth parting as her gaze dropped to his mouth. A deep rumble reverberated in Inuyasha’s chest as he hovered his mouth over hers, for all intents and purposes looking ready to make her get out of the spring, as she’d so bade him, and her heart pounded in anticipation, arm dropping away to press a hand to his bare chest.

With the steam rising all around them, Kagome looking absolutely fucking beautiful before him and her lips looking entirely too tempting, Inuyasha tilted his head, brushed his lips against her ear, and breathed, “…There’s a snake behind you.” 

Inuyasha had never seen Kagome move so fast before and amidst her frantic splashing to vacate the hot spring as fast as she could, he was treated to quite the spectacular view of her perfect ass but could only be a little disappointed when she grabbed his firerat to cover up. Doubled over in laughter, he managed to catch a glimpse of red as she disappeared into the trees and his mirth only intensified when he heard her hollering back to him to go to hell.

Beauty and the Hanyou

Okay. So Beauty and the Beast has been my all time favorite since i was like.. 5. I always saw Belle as the best princess because she didn’t care about love. She cared about her father, her horse, knowledge and imagination. The hottest guy in town was practically dry-humping her at every turn and she couldn’t have cared a fraction less. She and Adam (The Beast’s true name) grew to love one another not because of outward beauty but by trust and respect. By seeing each others true selves. I see this mirrored in Inuyasha and Kagome’s relationship and thats why i believe this is the perfect AU for them. I started writing it a while ago and didnt get very far because of life. But here is a future scene that I hope will interest you guys enough that you want to read it once i get off of my lazy butt and do it!!

okay, brief definition time.

Jii-chan, musume, daimyo, youkai: grandfather;daughter; feudal lord;demon

hanten, komon, hakama, suikan: thick overcoat used during fall/winter; every day casual kimono; traditional pants; thick sleeved overshirt.

@dreaming-of-the-midnight-sun @inunanna @grapefruitwannabe @kags09 @mustardyellowsunshine


She gripped the wooden bars of the cell with one hand, her knuckles turning white as gaze locked on her grandfather. Her free hand rubbed his gently “Your hands are freezing! I have to get you out of here.. we have to go now!” She begged, bringing his hand to her cheek and holding it gently before whipping her head to search the dark and foreboding cellar for anything to use. “Kagome…” her grandfather begged, his voice wavering. Kagome’s head turned back to him quickly, concerned by the thick rasping cough that shook his frail frame. “Kagome, you have to leave this place.” He begged, his hand shaking as he brought it to touch the face of the only family he had left. 

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:: Quietly the hanyou stood on the waters edge. Staring at his reflection with a critical eye, he was a right mess! Everything from his moonbeam white hair to every crimson inch of his garb was covered in dirt.

With a grunt he grabbed his suikan top and pulled it open, kasode and all. Pulling the garments free to expose his chest and wiry muscle. He wasn’t built by any means, he had shapely pecs and strong shoulder muscles. But his stomach looked soft and flat and his arms showed only the slightest hint of muscle tone. Proof that he was young and still had some growing to do by demonic standards.

Tossing the garb aside he set to work on his hakama. For the moment oblivious to anyone or anything else around him. ::