⟡ 𓂃˙₊ shy and hopeful, she’d once told him that maybe june would be their month. for new things. and for quiet promises. and for maybe, someday, getting married. she whispered it to him one night, eyes fluttering shut beneath the weight of it, and karasu had only kissed her temple and said, “then i guess june’s ours now, huh?”
𝓣𝑨𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑶 & 𝓒𝑶𝑪𝑶 ❤︎ 06.06.2026
and so, they lived happily ever after...
the windowsill.
the morning is so extraordinarily ordinary. a wedge of sun upon the dressing table, a small breeze stirring the curtain, a thrush taking its breakfast upon the sill, all the same as yesterday. and yet, the bride finds herself, in the middle of having her hair pinned, beginning quite suddenly to cry.
the setting.
a forested estate in the south of france, with high pines and slim white birches, a long open glade cleared into the heart of the wood. at its centre stands a grand pavilion of pale stone, its open arches looking out upon the greenery that surrounds. forty white chairs in two careful columns. a long aisle of strewn petals and pine needles. overhead, the thrush prepares to take part in the proceedings as well.
the dress.
paolo sebastian, ivory, a long chantilly lace fishtail with three-dimensional blossoms and small embroidered butterflies climbing the bodice. inside the hem, in thread so faint one must know prematurely to look for it: t.k. & you. 06.06.
the second look. hung carefully upon the back of the dressing room door beneath a long sheet of muslin, awaits the rest of the evening in a saree of peach silk, hand-embroidered with small gold florets and a fine border, the choli scalloped. somewhere in the groom’s quarters, beneath an identical sheet of muslin, hangs the kurta meant to meet it. delicate dori-work at the placket, a deep indigo shawl folded neatly over the shoulder.
pomme.
the chocolate-and-cream dachshund coming down the aisle in the wake of the flower girl, attired in a slim ivory satin collar with a sprig of baby’s breath tucked beneath the buckle. she’s been given her instructions, but instead trots directly to her mother, settles herself upon the train of her dress beneath the pavilion, and refuses to be moved for the remainder of the proceedings.
the aisle.
the string quartet begins, and the bride steps into the open mouth of the glade alone, her bouquet held anxiously to her sternum. the heads of forty guests turn as one, but all she can see is the pavilion at the far end of the aisle, gauzy with sun, and the warm dark figure of her dashing groom standing within it.
she takes three steps. four, six.
and then karasu breaks every line of the rehearsal and walks out of the pavilion to meet her. by the time he reaches her, he’s already choking out a laugh through tears forcing their way past stubborn blinks. he takes her bouquet gently from her hands and tucks it into the crook of his own elbow, guides his fiingers between his.
KARASU: [sweetly, only for you] couldn’t let my beautiful bride walk it alone. been walkin’ to meet ya halfway since the day we met. didn’t seem right to stop now.
YOU: [heart in throat] tabito--
KARASU: shh. shh, sweetheart. let’s go finish this.
the kiss.
good afternoon, mrs. karasu / good afternoon, mr. karasu / high time, wouldn’t ya say?
📸 polaroid of the first kiss as husband & wife, his hands cradling the back of her head, her hands draped loosely around his waist. / polaroid of pomme on her hind legs, pawing at the couple--kisses for her, too, please!
the private vows.
📸 polaroid selfie of the newlyweds, eyes glimmering, smiles stretched wide, faces flushed with the heat of being seen through to your heart and loved all the more for the morsels kept hidden.
the getaway to the reception villa.
a vintage cream peugeot with the top down, the late afternoon light pouring upon the newlyweds in their finery as they wind down out of the forest hills toward the sea. coco has pomme tucked into her lap, her ears blown improbably backward by the breeze. karasu drives with one hand, the other resting warmly upon her thigh, and at every bend in the road, he turns and looks at her, stars pooling at his lower lashline. he’s still not convinced that this day isn’t his sweetest dream.
COCO: [flustered under his gaze, smiling privately] tabi, you should watch the road.
KARASU: [kissing her ring finger] yeah, yeah. only making sure you’re still real.
the cake.
a strawberry shortcake confection / three tiers / a small fondant dachshund awfully reminiscent of pomme / sugar dandelions winding up one side. following the moment of the cutting, a crescent of buttercream finds its way onto the groom’s thumb, and he offers it to his bride instinctinvely, without comment. she takes it into her mouth before she can think to be shy about it, mouth closing around the pad of his thumb, lashes lowering, heat rising at once up her throat. he, in his turn, leans down and takes a small smudge of frosting from the corner of her mouth with a cheeky lick his tongue.
📸 polaroid of the bride’s plush lips wrapped around the groom’s thumb, wide bambi eyes avoiding his own and instead trained on his cheshirish grin.
the first dance.
he sways her, and dips her, and still she burrows her face in his neck to hide. ever the bashful fawn.
stolen.
a moment of quietude, just before the fireworks. he draws her behind a column of bougainvillea and kisses her, languid, breathing oxygen into her lungs, as he only does when he believes himself unobserved. his thumb passes over the new ring upon her finger. she tastes champagne, and shortcake, and the salt of the sea upon him.
KARASU: sweetheart.
COCO: yes?
KARASU: [wearing the grin of a fool in love] nothin’, only wished to say it aloud.
the terrace.
the bride & groom stand at the champagne tower with their hands joined upon the bottle, pouring together in one long unhurried stream that spills over the topmost coupe and goes cascading down as a golden waterfall. the terrace has dissolved into joyful disorder, beyond it. shidou, zantetsu, otoya somehow shoeless, coco’s girlfriends kicking their heels off to head to the middle of the dance floor, take a dip in the ocean, wander off to a place more hushed with their beloved (or someone new) on their arm.
📸 polaroids taken by rin and hiori of everyone & everything. champagne in mid-fall, drunk boys mid-holler, tipsy girls mid-giggle, a frame of the bride & groom caught mid-something naughty behind a pillar.
the send-off.
sparklers are lit along a long stone path to the water, and everyone cheers. coco runs blithely, the long peach silk of her saree hitched delicately in one hand, with the other wound tight in her husband’s. they follow pomme to the far end of the path ❤︎ a small white boat / a bottle of champagne / the sea that karasu has unlearned his fear of, through his wife.
the dance floor.
even hours after the bride changed for the reception into the peach saree--soft silk, gold floral borders, a lace pallu with scalloped edges--the groom is still quite unable to look anywhere else.
the sun has begun its slow descent into the mediterranean behind her, gilding the water and the pomegranate tree at the edge of the terrace. when at last he draws her into him, she comes without hesitation, not expecting to be gathered up bodily into his arms--a steady arm beneath her knees and another firm around her back, holding her in a gentle cradle, swaying her to and fro. the new gold ring upon his finger catches the last of the sun as it bids the newlyweds farewell.
KARASU: there. much better, don’t ya think?
COCO: [flustered, pushing weakly at his chest] nooo, everyone’s watching us now!
KARASU: [murmured into her hair] let ‘em watch, sweetheart. they ought to see what i get to.
⬆️ do u guys see ): ): ): what i see ): ):
i’m sure you could tell from how magical and fairytalesque the artstyle is, but for those unfamiliar !! this tbco wedding reception commission was done by our darling femi @femivi ( っ*´∀｀)っ <3333333 to have such a special moment of my selfship illustrated by one of my favourite people of all time is such a gift;; thank you so much to femi for all the hard work & love she poured into this piece 🥺 !!!!
at a time in my life where instead of talking to people i lurk then appear to post/say something then disappear both with irls and online spaces #yay Sorry
𝐉𝐉𝐊!𝐀𝐖𝐄𝐀 — Kamo clan outcast and bearer of Blood Manipulation. Quiet and withdrawn beyond the battlefield, she is rarely seen without one of her feline friends lingering at her side. Would not hesitate to give her life for those she holds dear.
Born into the Kamo clan without showing any sign of a cursed technique, she was deemed defective and considered a bad omen by both her family and the clan itself. Isolated from the outside world and hidden away from the rest of the clan, she spent most of her life neglected, abused, and punished for failing to meet the expectations placed upon her.
Her cursed technique finally awakened at eighteen, during a near death experience caused by severe blood loss. It manifested in the form of what she needed most: a friend.
After escaping the clan's cage, she was eventually discovered by Megumi, who brought her to Jujutsu High. (04.2016 age 21)
Leaves Jujutsu High, feeling unworthy when the higher ups learn that the only reason she was able to escape was because she killed her parents—an accidental result of losing control over her technique shortly after its awakening—and deem her unstable and dangerous. (04.2017 age 22)
Eventually taken in by Suguru Geto, despite her initial refusal and reluctance. With his family, she found a sense of belonging she’d been seeking her whole life. (05.2017)
Dies in Shibuya trying to protect Mimiko & Nanako. (10.31.2018)
CURSED TECHNIQUE — BLOOD MANIPULATION
𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒. Cat shikigami sculpted out of the user's blood. Summoning can only be activated once a wound is self inflicted.
Their true form is grotesque and they come in different sizes depending on the user’s emotions, but she has learned to mask them, making them look less intimidating to avoid scaring others. Masking shikigami can also be used to trick opponents into letting their guard down.
‘Fur’ can be harden, giving them the ability to protect allies by wrapping around them.
Can track targets ‘scented’ with blood, even if they’re not visible.
User can summon a maximum of 2-4 shikigami at once (depending on size) before experiencing blood loss effects.
𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖. Blood is hardened to create sharp, cat-like claws on the user's hands.
𝐂𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄. Blood is spun into thin strands resembling thread to restrain opponents. The more they struggle, the tighter the stands become. Tension can harden the strands to a degree sharp enough to sever flesh and limbs.
𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐕𝐎𝐖 — 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒. Grants the ability to convert cursed energy into blood—which is otherwise impossible for humans—in exchange for thinning out one's life source. Effectively negates the physical limitations of blood loss.
Allows the user to summon 8 shikigami at once.
To do so, the user must split her life force between herself and her 8 shikigami—this makes them stronger, but also leaves her body vulnerable.
If a shikigami is destroyed, so is the portion of life that was poured into it, permanently reducing the user’s lifespan.
If the user's true, weakened body takes a fatal hit, she will die.
However, a shikigami can be unsummoned to return its stored life force and reconstruct her true body, resulting in a 'revival.' This also permanently reduces her lifespan.
In essence, the user can cheat death multiple times, so long as her true body or at least one shikigami remains standing.
Ultimately the cause of her death.
+ Blood manipulation also allows the user to close her wounds, but she rarely utilizes this ability, instead choosing to endure the pain and use her remaining cursed energy to keep her feline friends around longer.
connections: friends w megumi & maki ﾉ looks up to shoko & nanami ﾉ choso sees her as a little sister ﾉ best friends w mimiko & nanako ﾉ complicated relationship w suguru...
all art by me!! a huge thank you to my beloved ari @cullinggame-mycullinggame for encouraging me and helping me develop my ideas;; jjkawea wouldn't exist without u :'3 and thank you to my cubbie @knightsexual for helping me w her timeline and pixie @pixiespond for giving me inspiration for her uniform design!!! <333
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