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Happy (late) Valentines day! A date with Mizu!

New sketchbook into page + Doodles!

More Mizu 🎀

I'm obsessed with them

my love for this show is stronger than tumblr's insistence to flag this post

huswifeband appreciation post (i have so many inappropriate things to say)

so like ive never written smut and my writing is way different than any ive seen so i did some practice. and i expect feedback. 🧍‍♀️plus this isn’t about sm1 specific imagine it as you like

warnings(?): some pwp for the fuck of it, suggestive, sadomasochism, knife kink :3c, just a little sumsum

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cold. so cold.

shivers down your spine making you feel like a scared cat, if you could focus on that look on her face you’d think you also look like one.

a half smile, bent brows, so many emotions flowing in and out the current of your faces right in front of each other.

eyes don’t meet, lips don’t speak, breathing unmatched and trembling feet.

sound of clothes ripping interrupt the heavy breathing and unstoppable thinking

“you’re doing so good,” all in one sigh

no matter how wide your eyes are, you cannot see anything anywhere, yet she can see everything, even if you’re not speaking, she can hear every thought and choked word.

eyes on the hand

that hand that holds the knife

face flushed, legs weak, but you’re already laying down, how much lower can you go?

your hands gripping on your skirt are more prone to bleeding than your knife-teased neck

“do you not have trust in me?”

those eyes, so soft-bent, so shiny. you know they’re not sincere, their shine matches the knives and they look like they can break you.

IM FUCKING CRYING??

doing my part to make the blue eye samurai fandom worse

Ladies and gentlemen… Her

TAIMIZU WEEK - Day Nine: Shielding

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I got no words to say, my artist brain is something else

TAIMIZU WEEK - Day seven: Push and pull

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I have high hopes that Taigen will be joining in with Mizu into her quest of vengeance in London bro, imma be crying in the corner if that doesn’t happen 🥲

TAIMIZU WEEK - Day six: Rivalry

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I love making their relationship being such a comedy at the end after making a detailed illustration, I always thought of a karma idea for today’s Taimizu week, and now I can’t stop messing with Taigen🤣

TAIMIZU WEEK - Day five: Hair

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This one was pretty fun to do, looks like my artist brain is braining after all 😌👌

TAIMIZU WEEK - Day two: Play/Laughter

Mizu deserves this kind of love and affection, she deserves better🥹

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𝑾𝑨𝑰𝑻, 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻?

𝘔𝘐𝘡𝘜 𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘜𝘙𝘕𝘚 𝘛𝘖 𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘛

𝘔𝘐𝘡𝘜 𝘟 𝘖𝘊

𝘊𝘞: 𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕 𝘛𝘠𝘗𝘐𝘊𝘈𝘓 𝘝𝘐𝘖𝘓𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌, 𝘛𝘌𝘌𝘕𝘠 𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘠 𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘚𝘛, 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘙𝘌𝘍𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌𝘋 𝘏𝘖𝘔𝘖𝘗𝘏𝘖𝘉𝘐𝘈, 𝘓𝘐𝘓 𝘉𝘐𝘛 𝘖𝘍 𝘋𝘝, 𝘖𝘊 𝘐𝘚 𝘈 𝘠𝘌𝘈𝘙 𝘖𝘓𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕 𝘔𝘐𝘡𝘜, 𝘏𝘌/𝘏𝘐𝘔 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘕𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘚 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘔𝘐𝘡𝘜 𝘜𝘚𝘌𝘋 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘖𝘕𝘊𝘌, 𝘔𝘐𝘡𝘜'𝘚 𝘈 𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘛𝘓𝘌 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘍𝘜𝘚𝘌𝘋, 𝘙𝘌𝘍𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌𝘋 𝘔𝘐𝘒𝘐𝘖

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𝘔.𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

mizu had been away in london for two and a half years. with the help of abijah fowler, she’d located the other two men she spent so much time looking for. the last two men that could have potentially put her on this godforsaken earth.

she killed all three of them in one fell swoop.

as she stood on the boat taking her home, she couldn’t help but think about what awaited her. how was everyone doing? did akemi and taigen ever work it out? where was ringo? how was swordfather holding up? how was yui?

as yui came to mind, mizu felt her stomach drop slowly but surely.

yui.

mizu’s closest friend. her longest friend. the reason mizu spent so many nights of this four year journey restless. yui plagued the woman’s mind like death.

the two met shortly after mizu began living with master eiji. yui would periodically bring fresh fruits and vegetables for the old man to have. yui, only seven at the time, was so fascinated by the kid, she couldn’t help but want to be around all the time.

now, she was twenty-six. mizu left right after yui turned twenty-two, being twenty-one herself. compared to the fifteen years they’d known each other beforehand, four years wasn’t long, and they saw each other briefly just before mizu’s impromptu trip to find the white men. to be apart from someone you’d grown up with, though, someone who’d been like an extension of you, was like missing a part of you.

if nothing else, i hope she’s happy… wherever she is.

the journey was long, but after five and a half months at sea and three weeks of land travel, mizu stood in front of the small hut she grew up in.

dressed in her very old kimono and very tattered pants, her hair tied back in her typical ponytail, mizu felt stuck in place.

what if no one’s home?

what if they turn me away?

what if something happened to them?

it wasn’t the first time she had these thoughts, but it was the first time they hit her this fierce.

with bated breath and a hand on the blade at her waist, mizu stepped forward and walked inside.

the first thing she noticed was the lack of fire, swordfather nowhere in sight. her heart beat roughly against her chest at the thought of where he could be, but the shallow breathing quickly pushed that thought aside.

wait, what?

as she turned, ignoring the whiplash, mizu spotted a shorter figure tucked away in the corner. the lighting was bad, but if she squinted, she could make out the wide eyes of the woman who’d unknowingly stolen her heart.

she didn’t look much different. same pretty eyes, same pretty nose, same pretty lips…

…accompanied by some swelling, bruising, and a small cut.

wait. what?

“mizu? is that you?” yui’s voice was so small, you almost couldn’t hear it.

“what happened to you?” mizu responded, taking long strides to wrap her friend in her arms, almost shielding her from the world.

“you… you’re here? i’m not dreaming?” yui’s hands shook as they came to mizu’s face, one holding a damp cloth. the samurai took that very hand in her own.

“i’m here, yui. tell me what happened. who hurt you?” her voice was soft, and yet the malice was clear as day.

“i- i can’t believe you’re here. i prayed everyday for you to come back to me. you look so tired and- and thin,” as yui rambled, tears welled in her eyes. there was so much concern in her voice, and mizu wanted to draw blood.

you beautiful angel. you’re hurt and worrying about me.

“yui, look at me. who hurt you?”

the blubbering woman blinked a few times. mizu grabbed her flushed cheeks to keep eye contact.

“i- you don’t need to worry about me, mizu. are you hungry? let me get you some food,” yui tried to pulled away.

“yui.”

she stopped walking. with a drop of her head and a trembling sigh, yui turned back around.

“… my parents married me off a year ago-“

“what’s his name?”

“mizu, this is why i didn’t want to tell you! you don’t need to do anything, i’m fine!”

the samurai, in the middle of storming out, stopped herself.

when did i become this… protective?

she didn’t get to think on it too much before yui grabbed her from behind, pulling mizu’s back to her front.

“he only hit me a few times. a few days ago he got really drunk and he was upset about something and he just… we ran into taigen in kohama the day after. taigen told him to stay away from me and then brought me here. mizu, i promise i’m okay. don’t leave me… not again.”

as the sun came down, two sat huddled by the fire. swordfather, ringo, and even taigen surprisingly welcomed her home with open arms.

"ya know, master, taigen really gave yui a run for her money missing you."

"what the hell are you talking about, ringo? i did not miss him. i only spent so much time here because there needed to be a man to take care of the house with this idiot was getting his blood revenge or whatever. we seriously thought you were dead."

"i'm sorry for worrying you all. and thank you, taigen, for taking care of yui and swordfather."

taigen didn't have a retort for that, and it was silent save for master eiji's "hmmm."

as the hours ticked away, it got quieter, taigen and ringo leaving for their own homes and master eiji retiring for the night.

mizu and yui were still sat together by the small fire.

i'm gonna do it. she deserves to know.

"yui, I..." she started.

"yes?" the aforementioned woman looked up to mizu, eyes wide with innocence and happiness.

"uhm...i-"

"i’m so in love you, mizu. did you know that?"

wait... what?

"i- i'm not a... man," mizu had to force it out. she expected the joy in yui's face to dissipate, but the eyes staring at her didn't flash with any anger, distrust, or confusion.

"i know that, mizu," yui's lips curved in a small smile. mizu stood in shock.

"wait, but how? did you see me naked? you can't be in love with me, yui. i lied to you. for years."

yui giggled at her before grimacing softly.

"i guess that means the feeling isn't mutual then, huh?" her tone was light, but the hurt was written all over her face.

"no, mizu started, cradling the soft skin of yui's face, "no, no, no, yui. i love you more than anything in this world. i live and breathe for you."

"then how can you sit here and tell me that i can't love you and then turn around and tell me you love me?"

mizu sighed. she's never been good at this whole being in love thing.

"it's just... i've been in love before and it didn't turn out all that great. i just don't understand how you could... when did you... have you always liked women?"

now it was yui's turn to sigh, "why do you think i fought with my parents so much when we were teenagers? 'yui, you must stop with this foolishness, you will marry a man and bare me grandchildren!' 'but mama, i don't like boys! i like-" she cut herself off with a loud slap to the back of her hand. despite the seriousness of what she just told mizu, that smile was back on yui's face.

"what... what do we do now?" mizu had an inkling of a feeling as to what, but she still wanted to be sure.

"well," yui sounded cheeky, "it'd be really nice if you would kiss me."

and with a bright red face, mizu did just that.

after kissing for several minutes (not nearly long enough if you asked mizu), the two prepared to sleep. mizu snuck her futon out of the room she shared with master eiji and yui layered a couple of old blankets on top. as the pair laid together, mizu couldn't think of anything other than how happy she felt in that moment. and then she had a thought.

"you didn't tell me how you knew i wasn't a man, yui." as she snuggled closer to mizu, yui chuckled lightly.

"oh, my love, i've always known."

"yes, but ho-"

she was silenced with a kiss.

“sleep, mizu.”

𝘔𝘐𝘡𝘜𝘜𝘜𝘜 (♡_♡) 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪 𝘢𝘮. 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘻𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘢'𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (≧∇≦)/

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

mizu is so effortlessly funny

why is she posted up like fucking spiderman, yall don’t know how much i love her.

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢