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ddarker-dreams · 2 years

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Deep Sea II. Yan Scaramouche x F Reader

>Rating: Mature. >Warnings: Mild yandere themes, amnesia, violence (not against Reader). >Word count: 4.5k. >Deep Sea Index.

CHAPTER II // WROUGHT FROM THE SEABED

Your earliest memories are not of collecting chirping crickets during the warm Inazuman summers, hearing ghost stories about trickster tanuki turned to stone in Chinju Forest, nor playing ohajiki late into the evening with the neighborhood children until your mom called you in for supper.

What you can remember, however, is painful enough that you sometimes wish you couldn’t.

Coarse sand rubbing your skin raw. Seawater filling your nostrils, your lungs, your soul. Ocean waves crashing down, manipulating your limp body to and fro as if it were a rag doll. Even when you were on solid ground, you had no energy to lift yourself. So you laid there and waited for whatever to claim you first — the ocean’s waves or death. You had no preference between the two. All you wished for was that whichever it’d be, it would come fast and be done with.

There is no fate worse than an eternal wait.

You’d later learn that the place you washed ashore is called Amakane Island.

Misato said she thought you were a corpse at first. Perhaps you were, until she lifted you from the dense shoal and dragged you back to the okiya. You wouldn’t have guessed it from how dainty her figure looked, but her strength was built up from the years of wearing heavy kimonos. She laid your weak body down upon her futon and promised to help.

While you faded in and out of consciousness, ailed by an illness no physician could diagnose, she balanced training and aiding your recovery. In the rare times you were well enough to speak, she’d ask if you had family or friends she could contact. You didn’t believe you did.

Who you are, where you came from, what you had been doing; it was like this knowledge had been scrubbed clean from your mind.

The most you knew was your name — the single thread that connected whatever your past life was to the present.

Over time, your health and vitality returned. You didn’t have to rely on Misato for everything. Her strict lifestyle became of great interest to you. She rose every morning at seven, attended classes dedicated to the traditional arts, went to multiple appointments and performances, then would return at midnight or later.

“This,” she told you, “Is the life of a maiko. One who wishes to someday become a geisha.”

By the time you fully recovered, an idea rose to the forefront of your mind. You couldn't continue to use Misato’s kindness and sit around twiddling your thumbs while she worked so earnestly. Having no home or known family to return to, you asked if it was possible for you to train alongside her as well. You wanted to repay her kindness and forge a path of your own. Her veneer of grace faltered then, and for the first time since you met her, she looked her age. Young and vulnerable, like you promised a toy she always wanted yet never thought she could afford.

“I’ll need to introduce you to our okiya’s okā-san then. She’ll be the one to decide whether or not you can train here.”

Misato allowed you to borrow her kimono for your interview. She warned you of its weight and that you’d adjust to it over the coming months as you built up muscle. By the time she finished fastening it in place, you were perplexed, and asked if that was it.

It felt light as a feather to you.

“She’s too old, okā-san,” Ishioka Shizue decided at the conclusion of your first performance. “And we don’t know where she comes from either. She could still be in debt to another okiya for all we know; it’s not a risk worth taking.”

Ishioka Keiko smiled at you. “Have you trained elsewhere, child?”

“I haven’t.”

“Hmm…” Keiko placed a hand to her chin. “She’s either an actress worthy of a kabuki theater’s stage, or telling us the truth.”

Ishioka had no rebuttal.

“You said your name is [First], correct?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Your singing is pure and rings clear like a bell,” Keiko said. “From today onward, when you perform, you will take the name Suzuko.”

When you rested next to Misato in your new room, she expressed disbelief. To be given the suffix ko by the okā-san was considered a great honor — a piece of her legacy handed down to the next.

“Kujou, Kamisato, Kaedehara… we don’t have surnames to distinguish our lineage like other Inazumans,” Misato explained. “Our source of pride is our geimyô. You’ll have a great many expectations to live up to with a name like that, nee-chan. It won’t be easy.”

And so it wasn’t.

Flower arrangement, dance, singing, tea ceremony, knowledge of classic Inazuman poems and plays, Tenryou dialect, learning the shamisen, the koto; you were submerged into a new world. Shinju-an accepted nothing but excellence. Ishioka Shizue never minced her words or handed out undeserved praise.

“How did you balance this and tending to me?” You asked Misato one night, while you combed through her long, silky black hair. “I think I would’ve understood if you suffocated me with a pillow to be done with it.”

She didn’t correct your macabre language like you expected her to. Instead, her gaze became downcast, and her smile possessed an odd sense of melancholy.

“I realized it was the long-awaited answer to my prayers.”

Misato closed her eyes and continued, “I’ve prayed to the Narukami Ogosho and every other Inazuman god to have a family. It didn’t matter to me what it looked like, or if it wasn’t perfect, so long as I could experience that joy myself. The joy of belonging somewhere.”

The comb you held in your hand clattered noisily to the floor.

She turned around, and before she could ask what was wrong, you wrapped your arms around her in a tight embrace.

“That’s right,” you whispered. “How could I have forgotten…?”

“Hm?”

The reflection of two young girls forms in the fractured mirror of your subconscious. One who explored the abyssal depths, and the other, who guided those on solid land.

“Something tells me… that I’ve always longed to have a sister. I suppose we both had our prayers answered.”

“Would it be selfish of me to ask for more from the gods, then?”

You shook your head. “That’s why they’re gods. They should be used to us always asking for me as if they hadn’t just finished fulfilling our previous requests.”

“In that case, I’ll allow my heart to wish for more,” Misato decided. “I wish to graduate alongside my new sister. We’ll laugh together, cry together, and ultimately, become geisha together. I wish that… and to always have you by my side.”

“I’ll be here so long as you don’t get tired of me.”

“The day where the Raiden Shogun finishes pursuing eternity will come sooner than that.”

You’ve both been inseparable since.

Thoma takes his time counting Mora aloud.

After confirming it’s the correct amount, he tucks it into a velvet pouch, then gives it to you.

“Lord Ayato wanted me to extend his gratitude for coming on such short notice today,” Thoma places his hands on his hips and sighs. “I can’t believe he forgot about such an important meeting for the Yashiro Commission… I worry about him sometimes. Well, I suppose it’s to be expected, with how busy he is.”

There are some who fan the flames of rumor about Thoma for his status as an outsider, but you hold him in high regard. He’s everything you appreciate in a person: hardworking and easy to talk to.

“We’re always honored to work alongside the Kamisato Clan,” you say. Misato remains quiet and stands behind you, yet follows the conversation enough to not be rude.

Thoma tosses an extra coin your way that you catch with ease.

“Treat yourself to something nice, alright? You deserve it after all that hard work.”

Rejecting his generosity has never worked, so you accept it with a quiet thank you and tuck the coin away. The money you make from attending appointments is expected to go back to the okiya while you’re a maiko. The okiya pays for everything, from your elaborate kimono and kanzashi to your various lessons, which amasses a sizable debt. You’re a few years shy from paying yours off.

“Oh, before I forget,” Thoma waves you down, “Are you sure you’ll be good heading back to the city on your own? I heard it’s been getting dangerous lately. I have a few more things to wrap up, but if you can wait a bit, I’m happy to accompany you back.”

Misato looks at you to answer.

“Tempting as that is, Misato has an appointment in Konda Village that she can’t miss. We always keep to the main roads — it’ll be just fine.”

“Alright, alright. Stay safe you two. Lord Ayato would never let me live it down otherwise.”

You both bow your head and dismiss yourself from the Kamisato Estate.

It’s a picturesque day. Blue skies overhead, white puffy clouds, the weather mild and humidity nonexistent. You find yourself humming the final song you performed with a pep in your step. Misato lurks a few paces behind, ruminating over matters you’re sure she’ll speak up on eventually.

You wonder what you should do with your extra allowance. Maybe you could leave a heftier offering at the Grand Narukami Shrine and see if your next drawn fortune reflects it, or try the latest inventions at Tomoki’s food cart. He owes you a discount after having you test mochi filled with cream from Fontaine. You told him that just because he can, doesn’t mean he should.

“—Nee-chan.”

The time before that was dango speared onto a piping hot stick to keep it warm. From what you’ve heard, complaints were filed with the Commissioner's Office for that one…

“[First].”

“Huh? What? Oh,” you spot the riverbed and roll up your sleeves, much to Misato’s muted horror. She’s probably thinking about the work she’ll put into fixing the wrinkles. “Alright, come here and let me get you over.”

“It’s not that.”

You lower your arms. “I’m not carrying you across this time?”

“I was going to ask if we could take a quick break,” her eyes stay on the ground. “I’m feeling faint.”

There’s no good place to sit without the risk of dirtying your kimono, so Misato remains standing and quiet. It’s difficult to tell due to the oshiroi makeup she wears, but in the areas where the powder is thinnest, you notice the paleness of her skin. She’s overdoing it. You’d pretend not to notice when she tiptoes across the tatami floor in the middle of the night, leaving to practice her dancing for hours on end. You always tell yourself that you stayed silent out of consideration for her feelings. Deep down, you know it’s a different story.

“I messed up again.”

Misato’s voice is meeker than a mouse. It was during a dance that required both twirling and the maneuvering of a fan — she lost her balance and stumbled. You paused strumming the koto long enough for her to regain herself. No one pointed it out and she finished the performance strong. Still, for a perfectionist like Misato, you knew that wouldn’t be a comfort.

“That’s all I ever do,” she continues, “Is make mistake after mistake. It doesn't matter how hard I try, how many hours I practice until my feet go numb and bleed. Why can’t I do it right? What if I… can never do it right? Then you’ll graduate without me, and—”

“I won’t let that happen,” you reassure her, your hands firm on her trembling shoulders.

She laughs, the tone bitter and sardonic. “I’ve trained since childhood and you’ve already begun to surpass me. It’s only a matter of time.”

You worry your lower lip between your teeth. How powerless it is to not know how to comfort someone. Do you risk upsetting her by saying that you understand? Reveal that you intend to sabotage your chances at graduation until she can catch up with you? That would do nothing but make her lose face.

That’s when you hear it.

The crunch of twigs and leaves. There were no footsteps prior to the sound — whoever was approaching knew how to conceal their presence until they made that mistake. You lift your arm and hide a confused Misato behind it. Now that your attention is piqued, you realize that you’ve been surrounded. Five… no, six men of medium to tall builds have fanned out to cut each potential escape route.

“Keen senses, for a girl who spends her day frolicking and flirting.” A deep voice speaks up from the thickets. He steps out into your line of sight and you freeze. That loose-fitting outfit, style of hat, and katana sheathed upon his hip… this must be a nobushi. Wandering ronin who live without a master to serve and have fallen into banditry.

“Hand over anything valuable you’ve got,” he demands. Slowly, as not to incite suspicion, you reach into your obi and secure the velvet pouch Thoma paid you with. You fling it toward the ground in front of him and hear the coins clink around inside. He picks it up, weighs it in his palms, and hums.

“Good. Now get the other one to do the same.”

Misato’s breathing turns frantic when his attention shifts to her. You force yourself to think, to act, to do whatever it takes to keep this situation from escalating.

“She doesn’t have anything,” you manage to force out. “I was the one carrying all of our money. Please believe me.”

The subsequent silence is tortuous.

“We should frisk her, boss,” one of the men still hiding in the shadows suggests.

Before his leader can approve, he takes a step toward Misato. You turn on your heel in his direction to keep her behind you. Beneath the wide brimmed visor of his hat, you see his eyes narrow, as if scrutinizing the unfolding scene before him. Without warning, he launches himself forward. He unsheathes the katana on his waist — the metal glinting and sharp enough to slice through bone — and you brace yourself for an unceremonious end.

The hairs on the back of your neck rise.

You hear it before you can see it. This sensation that permeates in the air — you’ve felt it somewhere. When you walked through the dancing pink petals near Inazuma City, which Misato called “sakura blooms”. The static electricity emanating near the clusters sent your hair flying in all directions and had you laughing until a fed up Misato dragged you away.

It’s similar to that, but infinitely stronger; and concentrated as well.

The nobushi fall to the ground one after another like they were nothing more than pesky flies, swatted away by an invisible force. The man who rushed at you is the first to collapse, his muscles spasming wildly and no longer under his control. Foam bubbles out from his gaping mouth which never had the chance to release a proper scream.

“Misato, don’t look!” You yell over at her. She squeezes her eyes shut at your instruction and reaches out, blindly grasping for your hand amidst the chaos. You take it and intertwine your fingers.

“For all the money that place generates, they can’t even bother hiring guards for their workers? What an embarrassment.”

This is a voice that you recognize, although you wish you didn’t.

From behind the initial nobushi who approached you, a silhouette appears, the distinct design of the hat with billowing veils coming into sight. You never once sensed his presence until he decided to reveal himself. The nobushi, who easily towers over Scaramouche by a foot, is the last to tumble onto the ground in a fit of involuntary twitching. Scaramouche walks over him, his countenance almost bored at the horrors unfolding before him.

He presses his geta against the fallen nobushi’s neck and frowns. “Still holding onto life? I suppose I did have to stop the other dross from killing that foolish woman, but still… your constitution isn’t half bad. Is that how these troupes choose leaders now? By picking whoever’s head is the hardest?”

A sickening crack resonates in the air as Scaramouche applies more pressure to the nobushi’s neck.

“Stop!” You exclaim, causing his head to snap in your direction. Misato covers her ears with her hands and sinks onto the ground. Sensing you’ve spoken out of turn, you try again in a softer tone, “I mean… please, there’s no need to go that far.”

Scaramouche clicks his tongue yet does as you ask and removes his foot.

“What? Are you going to ask me to resurrect them next?”

You swallow a growing lump in your throat. “Wait, you mean they’re…?”

“You’re by all means welcome to check, but since I’m feeling generous today, I’ll save you the trouble,” Scaramouche kicks the nobushi onto his back and appraises his lifeless features. The blood vessels in his neck and face have taken an unnatural, violet hue, as have his parted lips. It isn’t a pleasant sight, yet you don’t find yourself as sickened as you think you should be.

“Misato, it’s over with,” you bend down to meet her on the ground. “Let’s not stay here too long, okay? We should head back to the city before it gets dark and leave this behind. Here, take deep breaths. In… and out… now in, then out…”

It takes a few minutes, but Misato is able to regain a fraction of her composure with your assistance. You lead her away from the scene by her shoulders, carving out a path so she wouldn’t have to see the bodies littered on the ground. All the while, Scaramouche observes your interaction, his arms crossed over his chest.

You turn around once you’ve led Misato far enough away and bow your head.

“Thank you for saving us, Lord Scaramouche.”

“Scaramouche…?” Misato mumbles. You assume she finds the name bizarre like you do and think little of it.

“You wouldn’t have required saving if you hadn’t pulled that little stunt,” he strides over in your direction as if the situation were no more ordinary than an evening stroll. You can’t fight the scowl that takes refuge on your face — this man is as unpleasant to deal with as he was a month ago. Here you were deluding yourself into thinking your meeting was a one-time ordeal. Did the negative fortune from weeks prior still stand? A trip to the Grand Narukami Shrine might be in order.

Wait, did he just imply that this massacre was somehow your fault…?

“What ‘little stunt’ might that be?” Your smile is eerily wide and strained.

“This generation of maiko sure is charming, the masters at Shinju-an have outdone themselves,” Scaramouche bends down and takes the Mora pouch from the deceased nobushi. “Your stance. These things were trained as samurai once, if you can believe it.”

Another kick to the unresponsive body.

“When you took an offensive posture, their swordsmen instinct took over. You went from being a robbery victim to a potential threat.”

“A threat?” You laugh at the insinuation and motion to your elaborate yet restrictive outfit. “In this? I’d sooner bore them to death by reciting the fifty-four manuscripts of Genji monogatari.”

“You’d make for such a lovely thing to look at if not for that mouth of yours.”

“I could say the same applies to you.”

He rolls his eyes yet continues, “There are such things as hidden blades, you know. Those who possess Visions are capable of summoning weapons from nothing as well. Any fighter would’ve come to this conclusion after the posture you took.”

“Well, I don’t have hidden weapons on my person nor a Vision.”

“Oh, I’m well aware,” Scaramouche’s eyes flitter to Misato and then back to you, a grin splitting his face in two. “Think what you will. I’ve already told you, haven’t I? That you wouldn’t believe me.”

Each step that he takes closer to you is accentuated by chiming bells. Unlike those attached to Misato’s okobo shoes and the maiko in the hanamachi district, this sound grates your ears and incenses you further. That self-satisfied gait, gaudy clothing, how he looks down his nose at everyone… you’ve never had the displeasure of knowing anyone like him in your time on Narukami Island. You can feel your temper slipping like sand through your fingers.

Scaramouche extends the bag in front of you and waves it. “If you were willing to die for this meager amount, you must want it back, no? It’d be a shame to return to your owner empty-handed.”

“Why, you—!”

“Thank you very much for your unprecedented generosity, Lord Scaramouche,” Misato gingerly takes the bag from his grasp and does a complete ninety-degree bow. She juts her head, motioning for you to do the same. When you refuse, she puts her hand on your back, and applies pressure until you give in. “Please forgive my companion. It’s been a long day and I’m afraid she lost herself — I’ll see to it that she’s properly reprimanded later.”

By the time you both rise, the interest on Scaramouche’s face fades into apathy.

“Personally, I think she’s beyond help.”

You part your lips at the provocation then close them. Now that you’ve taken a step back from the situation, you realize an ugly truth; he enjoys riling you up. You’ll need to remain mindful of that pitfall and start sidestepping it.

“We should get going,” Misato whispers. “I’m already going to be late for my appointment in Konda Village.”

“You still intend on attending that? Wouldn’t it be better to get some rest after all that just happened? If we explain the situation to Ishioka-sensei, I’m certain she’d understand.”

“Konda Densuke is one of the ochaya’s oldest and most respected clients. It’d send a poor message to cancel an appointment on his birthday.”

You still your tongue. Misato has returned to the pragmatic young lady you’ve come to know and rely on; it’s difficult to believe that she was the one frozen up minutes ago. Witnessing such violence would make any normal individual’s knees weak.

“What a lucky coincidence — I happen to be heading toward the city myself.”

“We’d be honored by your presence, Lord Scaramouche,” Misato picks up on his implicit message and extends an invite. After sparing you a final glance, he strides in front, leading the way to Byakko Plain without further comment.

Now that you’re facing him from the back, you notice the character upon his veil: aku, or evil. What possessed him to wear clothing with such ominous inscriptions? The longer you stare at him, the more convinced you become that he’s an actor who has forgotten to break character. Method acting, perhaps?

You come to a split in the path that leads to Konda Village on the right, and Inazuma City on the left.

“This is where I’ll part ways, then,” Misato bows to Scaramouche then turns her attention to you. That look in her eyes is the signature glint she gets whenever she’s pleading for you to not do anything foolish. You smile and nod to reassure her.

This area has a heavier doushin presence since it’s closer to the city — you needn’t worry about bandits here. Once her figure fades into the horizon, you make way for the city.

“Giving me the silent treatment, are you?”

“If you speak to me, my lord, I’m more than happy to respond.”

“Hm,” Scaramouche slows down to walk alongside you. “Would you act differently if I was polite, then? I’ve never seen the value in such things.”

If he insisted on treating you like a toy, then you would refuse to be an exciting one. Boredom would catch up sooner or later and you’d be free from his presence. Don’t make free entertainment out of yourself, you think.

“If I could choose, I’d pick friendliness over being polite.”

“Then you’ve chosen the wrong country to live in.”

“Even so,” you spot the shallow beaches of Amakane Island and frown, “The happenstance of our birth doesn’t determine the trajectory of our lives; we do.”

“Doesn’t it though? Can an arrow change its path once it’s been released from the bow?”

“If I didn’t like the target I was destined for, then yes. I’d call down a storm to change my direction.”

“I can’t tell if you’re an idealist or a fool.”

You smile at him. “How about both? Are the two not one in the same?”

“That might be the first intelligent thing you’ve said all day,” Scaramouche replies. You choose not to linger on the backhanded compliment and carry on. The cobblestone path winding into Hanamizaka, the mediatory area connecting Byakko Plains and the commercial Tenryou district, comes into sight. Excited evening chatter mixes with the creaks and groans of the archaic water wheel.

You spot a head of strawberry blonde hair coming your way — the Queen of the Summer Festival herself, Naganohara Yoimiya.

“Oh, if it isn’t [First]! And… uh… an actor? Is there a play scheduled for tonight that I didn’t know about?”

You knew you couldn’t be the only one to make this connection. In your peripherals, you see Scaramouche’s eye twitch.

“Ishioka was just asking me about you. She thought we were off playing together again and came prepared to scold me,” Yoimiya shivers at the memory. “I stuck to the code and said I didn’t know anything. Which, now that I think about it, I guess I didn’t. Anyway, you better head back before she puts you in solitary confinement for a month again.”

“I believe I have a solid excuse to get out of it this time.”

Your iemoto might be relentless, but even she would have to grant leniency for almost dying during a robbery… you think.

“Good luck with that then.”

Yoimiya bounds off into the direction you came from, likely to test new fireworks if you were to guess. Otherwise, she’d earn the wrath of the Tenryou Commission and get lectured by Kujou Sara again…

“As you can see, friendliness grants you many allies,” you motion to your retreating energetic companion.

He raises an eyebrow. “All I see is that simpletons tend to attract each other.”

“Then I suppose we’ll repel, my lord?”

Scaramouche mutters something beneath his breath that you don’t catch.

“Delightful as your company is, I have business to attend to elsewhere,” Scaramouche detaches himself from your side and you immediately find yourself breathing easier. Then, peering over his shoulder, he adds, “I look forward to seeing your performance later.”

While he retreats into the crowd, a sole question takes root and proliferates in your mind.

How did he know you were scheduled for tonight’s ozashiki?

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audreydoeskaren · 3 years

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Are there any similar blogs like yours (whether it’s on Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Indian, etc. fashion)?

Hi, thanks for the question.

For Chinese historical fashion there are many other blogs on Tumblr. This is not a comprehensive list just the ones I know :3

@ziseviolet has the ultimate compilation of general hanfu information.

@fouryearsofshades educational hanfu content, like analyzing hanfu trends and their historical precedents.

@hanfu-asks tutorials and specific information about sewing hanfu. They seem to be on semi-hiatus.

@guzhuangheaven posts about period dramas and sometimes talks about their costumes.

@hanfugallery photo sets of hanfu from all eras and sometimes explanations as well.

@fuckyeahchinesefashion Chinese fashion from all eras and also period costumes.

@vintagechinese vintage Chinese fashion and film, though they seem to have stopped posting :.(

For other countries I don't know as many blogs but I went and found a few. If any of these is problematic/factually questionable please let me know.

For Japan:

@taishou-kun Japanese fashion, art and film 19th century onward. I love that they have a lot of modernist art that is very rare to see and often neglected in favor of the more conventional geisha stuff.

@tanuki-kimono seems to be a hub for kimono enthusiasts.

@geimaiko writes about geisha culture and the kimono they wear.

@koikishu mostly kimono, but also fashion from other Asian countries.

@onna-musha historical Japanese fashion and culture, with a lot of content about fierce female warriors for some reason. I stan.

@thekimonogallery historical kimono and Japanese culture.

For Vietnam:

@lotusinjadewell compiled a short history for Vietnamese fashion, and posts photo sets of Vietnamese historical fashion and modern aodai.

For Korea:

@kimono-hanbok joint blog for kimono and hanbok.

@hanboki-blog Korean historical art, photographs and extant fashion items.

Others:

@sartorialadventure mostly Western historical fashion but sometimes they post various non Western fashions as well.

@non-westernhistoricalfashion like the name suggests, non Western historical fashion from a variety of eras.

Feel free to add to this list!!

#blog recs #historic fashion #fashion history #vintage fashion #hanfu #cheongsam #kimono #hanbok #aodai #japanese fashion #korean fashion #vietnamese fashion

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divinum-pacis · 3 years

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Children dressed as popular characters from Japanese folklore—kitsune, geisha, and tanuki—pose for portraits during Obon.

PHOTOGRAPH BY EMILIO ESPEJEL

#religion #culture #buddhism #japanese buddhism #children #obon #festival #japan #japanese #divinum-pacis

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kennay-inkaholiks · 5 years

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Pièce qui m’as value le best of samedi et le best of WE au Mennec’ink Tattoo Festival. #inkaholiks #kennyinkaholiks #tattoo #tatouage #tattoolife #tattooed #ink #inked #inklife #Inkedlife #geisha #geishatattoo #irezumi #tanuki #tanukitattoo (à Mennecy'nk tattoo fest) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2eDMADIOlA/?igshid=1bm1jtivn3org

#inkaholiks #kennyinkaholiks #tattoo #tatouage #tattoolife #tattooed #ink #inked #inklife #inkedlife #geisha #geishatattoo #irezumi #tanuki #tanukitattoo

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star-dust824 · 2 years

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°.•Tickles Liú•.°

💰Datos basicos💰

-•Especie: Feral de Tanuki

-•Edad: 17 años

-•Altura:1.60cm

-•Personalidad:extrovertida y manipuladora, siempre esta buscando como sacar provecho a si misma, egocentrica y orgullosa

-•Orientación: Pansexual

💰Extras💰

-•Dedicación: Se dedica a robar de manera sigilosa, casi nadie se percata de su presencia en la zona, también chantajea a los que ve comi más torpes enredandolos en sus mentiras de lastima

-•Cualidades unicas: Tickles es la unica Tanukie registrada en poseer el elemento de aire, a lo que trata de no usarlo pues si se enfrenta a alguien de su especie sabra que es ella y macharia el nombre de su difunta madre.

-•Trama del personajede: Tickles al igual que la mayoria de su generación, quedo huerfana ante la guerra de independencia, su madre era una geisha asi que no pudo protegerla como hubiera querido.

Vago sola por el mundo topandose en ocasiones con pequeños grupos de niños ferales pero siempre se reusaba a ir con ellos, jamas dejo ir el odio a sus similares por la traición de dejarla huerfana pues su padre fue quien le quito la vida a su madre. Desde entonces busca sobrevivir día con día haciendo lo que tenga que hacer sin importarle otros,

-•Pareja: esta soltera y no ha tenido fijación especificamente en alguien jamas.

-•Habilidades: es elemental de viento a lo que puede flotar un tanto, se logra impulsar fácilmente en la mayoria de cosas por esto mismo además de su pequeño tamaño.

-•Disgustos y miedos:

• tiene pavor al fuego pues tiene toda la espalda quemada tras un incidente en un robo cuando era más jovén, se sintio tan vulnerable como en la guerra.

•Odia los días de lluevia pues por lo esponjoso que es su pelaje le es pesado si se moja además de la friccion que se somete a atraer rayos

•No tolera estar rodeada de ferales más grandes que ella pues suelen ser despectivos y subestimarla por ser una especie pequeña.

-Fun fact más especial: su nombre real no es Tickles si no Xīwàng que significa esperanza en chino, esto pues su madre estaba en un hoyo en su vida y la unica luz era su futura hija a nacer, obvio Tickles atesora todo recuerdo de su madre pues fue la unica que la quizo y prefirio dejar su nombre de pila enterrado con ella adoptando el apodo de Tickles que le empezo a dar la gente a la que robaba pues les hacia cosquillas de niña.

#Ferales🍃#myartstyle #my oc #oc #digital drawing #reference

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tsukuyomi-e · 4 years

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31 days AU challenge

That may interest some people here, so I’ll copy paste my custom prompt list I did for Inktober 2019 ! :)

Hello ! I didn't know what to draw for Inktober and didn't want to do the official list... I didn't find any list I'd like to do (maybe I'll do a goretober someday), but I felt like drawing some alternate universe, so I did my own list ! So feel free to use it, just don't forget to credit me and notice me, so I can see what you drew ! Or what your wrote, you're free to do it in any media you want :D Also you're free to do it with one and only character or with 31 different characters, or more if you draw several characters a day, or less if you draw a character multiple times :) You can do it with your characters or a character from a show/anime/manga etc :) (If you want to use someone else's character, ask permission before !) And of course you can use it for any 31 days challenge, and not only for Inktober :D And if you can’t finish it or keep up the pace, it’s okay, you’ve done your best, so stop or take your time and continue later or slowlier ! :) If your character already have an official version of an AU, stick to the official version or do your own ! If your character canonically fits to one of these AUs (so it's not an AU anymore...), you have solutions : - Draw its normal version - Have a free space and choose an AU that is not on this list - Do one of the AUs on this list twice, differently if possible - Stick with the trope but do it different as the normal one - Do the opposite of the trope - Any other solution I didn't think of, this prompt list doesn't really have rules ! So here is the list ! 1 - Different hairstyle Longer, shorter, curly, straight, tied, untied, braided, shaved... You can also have fun with facial hair ! 2 - Butler/maid If it doesn't fit your character or feel too outdated, feel free to draw them as a cafe waiter or a bartender instead :) 3 - Artist Your character is now an artist, be it a musician, a painter, a photographer, an actor... Draw them in action, do they do it alone or are they famous ? 4 - Pokemon Draw them with a pokemon that would fit them, or even with a whole pokemon team ! You can draw them as a pokemon trainer if you want, or they can stay with their usual outfit. If you're really not familiar with Pokemon, you can still draw a cute scene with a Pikachu, or at least search a pokemon with a type, with a color, or based on an animal that would fit them. If you really don't know, I can help you :) 5 - Mermaid/Merman Of course you're not forced to stick to fishes, you can mix a human with any aquatic creature if you prefer. 6 - Younger or older / Future or past 7 - Japanese traditional clothing If being a ninja, a samurai, or a geisha would fit your character, it's time ! But Japan is not only those cool types of characters, you can just dress them in a simple yukata, or choose an elaborated type of kimono from a precise era ! 8 - Modern There are other modern AUs in this list, but what would they usually wear if they lived in our world ? 9 - Hot springs More a situation than an AU... But still pretty cool, and depending on the world your chracter is from, they may not have an easy access to it ;) 10 - Angel/Demon Choose one... Or do a mix ;) If your character is already one, it's time to switch ! Unless you want to keep this option for role reversal and race reversal days ^^ 11 - Role reversal/change If you draw, that may be quite difficult to show, so if possible change their looks in consequence. Try not making them too much OOC (there is an OOC AU later), though this change may affect a bit their personality. If you don't have ideas, just make them changes sides, heroes become villains. 12 - Pirate 13 - Suit Be it for an office worker, for a CEO, for an important party/dinner, for a marriage, for a crime syndicate leader... Make them wear it ! Of course for girls (or crossdressers~) it can be a women suit or a pretty dress, any way it's formal wear, choose for which occasion ! 14 - Cosplay Your character dressed as any other character, be it from its show or another ! 15 - Animal As an actual animal, as a furry if you prefer, or with animal parts only like ears, tail, wings, scales... Be careful with this last one, because there are mermaids, werewolves, angels and demons and yôkais days ! Or you can draw them with a pet if you prefer. 16 - Genderbend 17 - Chinese traditional clothing 18 - Sports Your character as an athlete ! If they already do a sport, you can make them do a different one ! 19 - Cross-over Your character is now in any other show world you know ! What would their role be, their powers, their outfits... That's different from the cosplay category, because they would have their own outfits and would have been born in this world :D 20 - Vampire 21 - Tattoo Add them a tattoo. If they already have one or some, add them more, or erase them or change their design ! 22 - Military 23 - Beach Swimsuits time ! 24 - Medieval fantasy European medieval times, but you can add magic ! Your character can be from any fantasy race or any role-playing game class you want ! 25 - Werewolf 26 - Race reversal/change If there is only one race in their universe, draw them as any race from any fictive universe you know :) Or, because with races I mean humanoïds with different powers/abilities, if there is only one race but with different powers between individuals, you can just change their powers :) 27 - Arabian traditional clothing 28 - School Your character as a student, or as a teacher if you want ! 29 - Sci-fi That's pretty large ! But you can draw them as experiments, as zombies, as aliens, as cosmonauts, as cyborgs, as mecha pilots, or mecha itselves, in an intergalactic war, in a devastated world... You have choice ! 30 - OOC Out Of Character. You're not forced to make your character act the exact opposite he usually does, but make him act unusually ! This is the place if you want to draw you character as a tsundere, a yandere, blushing, shy, cold, crual, cute, afraid, badass, agressive... Or you can even give him another character's personality, and/or adding a body swap AU ! 31 - Yôkai Japanese monsters. You have a lot of choice but most famous ones are kitsune, tanuki, kappa, baku, bakeneko/nekomata, yûrei, oni, tengu... Don't forget, let me know if you plan to do this list !

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grad702-nina-jackson · 2 years

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Week 3.2: Investigation and Exploring.

Expanding Further on 13 Point Template

I already expanded in my personal time after class on the 13 point framework last week in order to flesh out my main idea. However there are some crucial points that I will expand upon further to help refine the boundaries and needs for my project.

Audience.

Here I developed my initial personas in order to flesh them out into the real world a little better. I tried to think about what makes them an individual and how do I describe this in a concise way. Their wants, needs, goals, worries and fears all play into how they relate to my project and who my target audience actually is. I liked the prompt of the quote as it gives them an actual voice and an insight to what they relate to

Initial Literature Investigation.

Here we identified the areas of knowledge that my project relates to. This could be historical, social, geographic and cultural trends. We also included images with captions and text. Here I expanded on the traditional process and beliefs of the tattooing in the first place, the criminality and gang ties that irezumi has faced and its effects on Japan’s views on tattooing, and the westernisation of the style and how its made it so far out of Japan.

I have included references to the publications and sources I got the imagery from and these are potential research sources in the future for my contextual and exegesis research.

Case Studies.

1. Irezumi: The Japanese Tattoo

This publication dives into the meaning of creatures (Tanuki, dragon, Kappa,...), plants and characters engraved in Japanese tattoos (samurai, geisha, Daruma, Kintaro,...), as well as a drawing method inspired by the techniques of great artists such as Hokusai. It provides a way to learn more about the history of Japanese tattooing and the cultural elements of Japan that are used in an Irezumi tattoo (hairstyles, clothes, patterns, Japanese crests,...). With this book detailing Japan, Japanese drawing and tattooing. Irezumi is revealed to you in all its forms and patterns.

How this relates to my project? Similarities and differences?

This works with my project in the research sense. This publication provides a relatable source for irezumi’s symbolic meaning and history for which my project will be based within. However it doesn't have the emphasis on illustration that my project will have. This is more of a case study to describe the culture that brought irezumi to life in the first place. This case study provides a foundation of the thoughts and meanings behind the creatures in irezumi and why they are meaningful to the wearer of the tattoo.

2. Japanese Colouring book

This is an inspirational coloring book for all Japan lovers to express their creativity, relax and have fun. This coloring book is great for anyone of all ages and is meant as a gift for those who want to have a foundation of irezumi and Japan inspired images to create from and experiment with. Each illustration is printed on a single sided sheet with the reverse left blank to prevent bleed through, so you can remove the images afterwards and to prevent the colour from bleeding through to other illustrations.

How this relates to my project? Similarities and differences?

This plays more to the illustrative side of my project publication. This represents the more childlike and playful aspects that I want my publication to communicate to its readers. That although these tattoos have a multitude of meanings and historical context, ultimately it is something enjoyable for the tattoo getter and should be an exciting experience. This is what I hope to achieve with the picture book style approach I will take in which the illustrations will be the main focal point and draw.

This case study has an interactive aspect to it that mine will lack in which is the colouring aspect. Mine will delve more into the symbolism of each creature rather than creating a fill-in book in order to help aid clients into selecting the symbol for them. The illustrations will already be fully formed and simply serve as an example of what that symbol may look like in irezumi style.

3. The Tattoo of Japan

This is a largely photographically based publication following the various placements of irezumi on the body. It shows the style in its most basic form. As a piece of art on the naked body and an expression of those who wear it. It is a photo book in which you will see many examples and variations of the body suit of irezumi.

How this relates to my project? Similarities and differences?

I was drawn to this example because of the relaxed and natural approach it took. The framing of the human body in this simple way feels like an authentic way to display this style. This is because essentially the photographer is portraying the body as the canvas for which irezumi lays upon.

I like the idea of tattoo being the artwork that tells the story of your life experiences and individuality so the focus on showing the tattoos only, and not the face of the people that have them, gives the tattoo the chance to speak for itself. This is the idea I wish to carry into my publication in which I want to urge potential irezumi clients that they can get a piece that helps tell their story in this elegant way. Although my publication will not be photography heavy the tone and feel of this publication feels easy to relate back to and draw inspiration from.

Experimental Phases

We also set up a series of experimental phases (like prototypes). This is like a timeline with our processes and outcomes for the sem. So for me that would be the contextual research into the history of irezumi, the painting/ illustrating for my book, the layout and placement for the publication itself, ect.. So essentially starting the first stages of “making” of our project!

These are the stages I laid out and expanded upon in class so I have a timeline of how this project may develop.

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