YES I LOVE IPÊS! There's a yellow one down the street, they are VERY common and they are fucking AMAZING! Whenever I see anyone praising cherry blossoms /in brazil specifically/ I just go ????? bitch we have those in MANY COLORS at home??? pretty as fuck??
There are 7 species that are known, and yeah I google translated it for lack of time in my lunch break but here:
Yellow Ipê (Handroanthus chrysotrichus, Handroanthus serratifolius, etc.): It is the most famous and the national symbol. Its intense yellow flowering usually occurs between August and September, announcing the arrival of spring. There are several varieties, some with flowers in lighter shades, others more golden.
Pink Ipê (Handroanthus impetiginosus): With flowers ranging from light pink to vibrant fuchsia, the Pink Ipê is equally spectacular. Its flowering usually occurs before the yellow one, between July and August, transforming gray landscapes into enchanted gardens.
Purple Ipê (Handroanthus heptaphyllus): Characterized by flowers in deep purple, almost violet tones, the Purple Ipê usually blooms between June and August. It is one of the most robust and largest species.
White Ipê (Handroanthus roseoalba): Elegant and delicate, the White Ipê offers breathtaking flowering with its pure white flowers. It blooms between August and September, often alongside the Yellow Ipê, creating a beautiful contrast.
Green Ipê (Cybistax antisyphilitica): Less known and with more discreet flowers in shades of yellowish-green, the Green Ipê is an exception to the rule of vibrant colors. Its flowering generally occurs between September and October. It is more valued for its wood.
Dwarf Ipê (Tecoma stans): Also known as Garden Ipê or Little Yellow Ipê, it is a shrub or small tree that blooms profusely with yellow flowers almost all year round in warm climates. It is ideal for smaller gardens or as a flowering hedge.
Tobacco Ipê (Handroanthus ochraceus): With flowers in shades of burnt yellow or bronze-orange, the Tobacco Ipê offers a different nuance within the family of yellow Ipês. Its flowering generally occurs between August and September.
i don't know how to say this without being all 'kids these days' BUT kids do seem more sheltered nowadays regarding reading. all the kids' chapter books are called something like 'sir poops-a-lot and the massive fart' and people are absolutely vehement that a teenager can't read wicked because of its (nonexistent) smut and on threads right now people are seriously having a debate about whether 12 year olds can read ya books. when i was in year seven reading flowers in the attic was a rite of passage and now people are afraid of preteens knowing about the existence of sex.
ok, ok. stay with me on this one bcuz it's boring and mellowed down like the few ones I've written before, but i put my heart into it. i tried my best, i swear 😔 i'll attempt to write the former later on.
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yandere ex-husband!hiromi is a man of his word and the vows he recited during your wedding was absolute. he sees you as his partner for life, the one he'd build a family with, the one who's going to be there for him no matter the circumstance, and lastly, the one he'd grow old with. he had never imagined a life without you in it. so when you handed him the divorce papers after dinner one night, he didn't know what to do.
he went over the words, reading it repeatedly but it doesn't go through his head right away. it's not that he couldn't comprehend, but he doesn't understand why it has to go through a divorce, when you could just have a talk and share your concerns. "why?..." was the first thing he asked. he doesn't know where he's gone wrong. he did everything, everything to make you a happy wife.
you were rubbing your arm, blinking more than usual per second. you're nervous and hesitant. "i don't think i love you anymore." it was his first heartbreak from you. "i don't think you deserve to stay tied to a loveless marriage, hiro. the truth is i... i-i'm in love with someone else right now." hiromi's sight goes back and forth from blurry to normal, he could audibly hear the way he exhaled a breath through his mouth.
"no, i didn't cheat. i couldn't do it, i couldn't betray you like that." he didn't know if he was supposed to feel relieved by that but all he was feeling at that moment was the ache in his chest, creeping up his throat. he had never felt this much hurt before but he couldn't even cry. "would it make you happy if i signed this?" a single nod was all it took for him to sign the papers.
he watched you pack your clothes that night, standing there motionless even after you hugged him one last time and thanked him for everything he'd done. he didn't see you off. it pained him so much to do so. he just looked out the city from the bedroom window, watching the rain pour down aggressively.
a year had passed since then. he stood near his office window, watching the rain fall on the city as he smoked a cigarette. a year since he let you go, it costed him his sanity. after you left, he had trouble sleeping and he couldn't stomach his food. it affected his performance at work and soon, his body suffered. it took him months to recover and now he's sabotaging it again with nicotine air filling his lungs.
it rained just like this that night. you remembered clearly how heavy your luggages were when you left your ex-husband's penthouse. your chest felt heavy as you waited for the rain to weaken before hailing a cab to drive you to your small apartment. your shoes were soaked with rain water by the time you arrived at your new home. you dipped in the bathtub of warm water, thinking if you've made the right decision.
you should have known better than leaving a life where you've got everything you could've ever wanted, but no. you just had to ruin it over your feelings for someone else.
working overtime on a typical office job was where you landed. it was an everyday struggle you had to go through to be able to put some food on the table. your boyfriend, kento, was also doing his best, working overtime just like you. you don't remember the last time you'd seen him clearly and asked how he's doing. your schedules often contradicts and whenever it doesn't, you're both too tired to do anything, you just fall asleep next to each other.
you were both happy when you first started dating. you moved in with him to save money and everything was good. you never argue because you compromise with each other. you find time to do what you like and go on dates whenever you can.
you don't do that anymore. after the landlord raised the price for your monthly rent, you both decided it's best to not go on dates anymore to cover it up. it's the only cheap apartment you could afford. then comes the other costs of living. everything is so expensive, you had to be frugal and buy things on sale. you also had to save up money for a new washer because it's more expensive to go to a laundry shop and besides, you both didn't have time to waste on doing that.
you're both so busy every single day, trying to survive but you're not living anymore. you thought, you'd somehow find happiness when you've become independent with a new partner. but it's so far from that.
you tiredly stared at the variety of convenience store food in front of you, pondering which one to get for you and your boyfriend. first, you looked at the prices, which ones are the cheapest and if they're worth the price. never in your life had you thought you'd even do something like this when you were with hiromi— you sighed. there's no point of thinking about it.
you grabbed two of the cheapest bento and headed to the counter. you stood behind a tall man in a suit. your eyes went to his back and up to the back of his head, so familiar, you unintentionally called out for him before you could even realize. "hiro..." your voice was small but he definitely heard it. he turned to look at you before you could hide yourself.
your eyes widened and stammered, "a-ah, sorry, i called you all of a sudden." you avoided his gaze, looking down at your bentos. he didn't say anything for a moment but you could feel his eyes looking at you from head down to your worn out shoes. you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. why does he have to see you like this?
"um, it's been quite some time since I saw you. are you doing well?" when you looked at him again, you saw how dark the circles under his eyes had gotten. his cheekbones were a little more prominent, and a tired look on his face, just like how you and your boyfriend have. "you don't look happy. why?" he asked instead of answering your question.
your mouth opened and closed without saying anything for a moment. "i-i was." the sound of the item scanner from the cashier was the only sound surrounding you. you didn't know why you waited for him to laugh and ridicule you, even if you knew he wasn't that kind of person. he had always been reserved and respectful. or maybe he changed after a year?
he turned his back on you since it's his turn to pay for his item. he left the store when he was done and you thought that was it. but when you got out, you saw him smoking near the exit. he exhaled the smoke to the opposite direction before facing you. "when are you coming home?"
home? the confusion on your face spoke for you. "our home. or do you not have any plans of coming back?" it's as if your brain short circuited for a second there. "hiro, we're divorced... there's nothing for me to go back to." he sighed, "there is if you come back to me. that's all it takes for you to live without worrying about anything else."
your hand tightened at the plastic bag you're holding. "i'm trying my best to achieve that without your help. kento and i are doing just fine." he almost scoffed. instead, took a hit on his cigarette and blew the smoke the other way again.
"you're fine living like a slave to your job and living in a poor condition? look at you, your things are worn out and you eat unhealthy foods because it's the cheapest. is love the only thing that's keeping you alive? is this what happiness looks like to you, huh, y/n?—"
"i get it, okay?!" you cut him off. "i look miserable and poor. every day, i always wonder what my life could've been if i hadn't given up the life i had with you, just to be with the man i fell in love with. i was happy with him, hiro... i'm sick of living like this but i'm too ashamed of myself to go back to you." you cried, hands trembling as the skies cried with you too.
hiromi got rid of his cigarette before he approached you. he held your other hand and placed a card on it. "call me if you're ready to come back home. i'll pick you up." he left you alone, under the shade of the store.
when you got in your apartment, kento was on his laptop, typing while his eyes go from the screen to the papers on the table. he didn't even hear you arrive or maybe he decided to ignore you. you heat up your meals in the microwave and had dinner. once done, you finally decided to have the conversation and end things. it's as if kento was waiting for you to break up with him, he just nodded and said, "okay."
it still hurt you but you didn't say anything else. the next day, you didn't wake up early to go to work. kento was already gone so you just quietly packed up your things and called your ex-husband's number once you're done. he arrived quickly, carrying the same luggages you took with you when you left him and put it in the back of his car. you took a last look at the small apartment before closing it behind you.
life became so much better when you got remarried to him. you didn't have to stress yourself out over piled tasks your seniors pushed on you. you didn't have to endure being pushed around to keep your job. you didn't have to work to have something to eat. all you had to do was stay as your husband!hiromi's loving and loyal wife. he became much sweeter with you, finishing as much work as he possibly could, just to get home early to you.
he chose to forget what you did, or maybe he pretended to. he doesn't know who suffered more, if it was him who physically got sick at your absence or you. he couldn't believe it took you a whole year, enduring the poor life he secretly pushed on you and kento, before you finally gave in.
what matters now is you're right here where he could hold you and kiss you whenever, knowing that your ex-boyfriend was probably drinking and overworking himself to death, for he was only a powerless man who couldn't do anything to make you stay.
you disliked the way kento dressed himself. as a wife, it's time to rescue your husband's sense of fashion.
starred by Nanami Kento (Jujutsu Kaisen) x Reader (female)
genre & tags: fluff, husband!nanami, female!reader, salarywoman!reader, domestic!nanami
note: there's something adoring about kento letting his wife to do whatever she wanted against him. anyways! this is the first episode of the new series, summer waltz. i know, we are starting light because i would love to imagine kento as a husband! hope you guys enjoy it hehe
series' masterlist (summer waltz) | general masterlist
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You love your husband, Kento so much. Although he seemed aloof, he is a caring person. You found all of the aspects of your dream husband in Kento; handsome, tall, sexy, heavenly voice, rich, and a s. That when someone challenged you to list all of the things you loved from Kento, you could write a whole essay about it.
But, that would be a very long and never ending discussion. So, no. You wont write an essay for it.
Yet, if you were asked if there is anything you want to change about him, you would automatically —almost— say no. But the truth is, yes. There is something you wish to change from him, sometimes.
No. Most of the time.
"Kento. Are you serious you're going to wear… that?" you asked him horrendously. Your eyes gazed at him from top to bottom. Well, any outfit did look good on him. But seriously? That glasses? The yellow tie? The usual work outfit?
"Is there anything wrong with my outfit, dear?" he asked confusedly. You nodded almost instantly.
"It's a shame that a face as handsome as yours was covered by that nasty glasses," you exclaimed. He scowled hearing your comment regarding the armless green glasses. The one he usually wore for work. Well, you tried to comment on his whole outfit, almost.
But for now, the glasses would do.
He grabbed the glasses that you meant, taking it off from his face. Now, you could see his hazel eyes clearly. It might looked tired, yet it was gorgeous.
"You mean… this? It's for…"
"Being aware about the curses and also the curses wont notice if you're starring at them. Yes. But Kento… It's our night date! You're not in a mission… or work right now," you complained. Yes, you knew what he's going to say since he kept saying that. You couldn't help to cut his sentences straight away and finished the whole thing.
It was as if totally drilled into your head. He looked at you amused.
"Yes… But it's also for your safety. I don't want you to get hurt because of curses…"
"But Kento… We are literally going to a dinner. At a hotel. I'm not saying there aren't any curses there, but you looked out of place with your outfit too…"
Okay. Now you said it. The thing was… The man was a man of convenience. He would never bother to dress up and rather be convenient with his outfit. But… please. He literally wore his working suit for a date. Yes it was supposed to look formal, but it reminded you of work, which you totally dislike.
At first, you only wanted to comment about his glasses, but now… You commented his whole outfit. He did look taken aback with your comment. Not often you commented about his outfit. So, when you suddenly said that, it felt unusual.
"You never said anything about my outfits. I thought it was fine," he said, with his flat tone. Was he mad? Not really. But it was hilarious to see you complain about his outfit for the first time. He wont laugh about it, instead he was curious.
"At first? Since your face saves the whole outfit, dear. But I can't hold it anymore! I've been itching to dress you up!"
Yes, you had been itching to dressed him properly for a date since both of you got married. In your head, you wondered what would he looked like when you finally got to dress him properly?
He thought about it for a while. Then he nodded, agreeing with your desire.
"Sure? Why don't you help to dress me up?" he finally complied with your request. As he also want to know, what kind of style that his wife prefers? Since you finally complained about the whole outfit and wanting to dress him up. It must be terrible, then.
Although he actually found nothing wrong with his usual outfit.
An armless silver rim, green glasses.
Tan blazer and same colored slacks.
A yellow tie with black spots all over it.
Combined with a blue dress shirt.
He thought his attire was quite normal. It was fitting for him, and he could move just fine. The color combinations were not that terrible too. What's weird about it? It's practical with the brown holster too.
You went to your wardrobe to picked up some dress shirts and slacks. Actually, you had bought some of the outfits for quite some time yet somehow forgot to tell him.
Please blame it on your and his tight schedules.
"Well, actually… I don't think you need to be too formal with your style this time Kento," you told him while comparing the dress shirts brought. You even pulled him right to in front of the mirror and he let you mix and match clothes.
"Then, what style would you think suits me, my wife?" Kento asked, more like teased you. Especially when he saw your pleased face when you found something which suited him. Although most of the things you bought surprisingly suited him. Thanks to his face, of course.
You thought for a while before giving him the answer. "Well, any style which embrace your handsome face is always the best," you answered, grinned at him. You seemed proud with your answer.
"… I'm flattered you thought of that."
"You should be. You have a handsome face, yet you don't know how to use it properly," you said, while both of your hands cupped his face, and started to shaking it aggressively. He let you did that, or you could say surrendered when you kept shaking his face.
"What do you mean, by using it properly?" he finally spoke after you let go of his face.
"Well… for example, if the bartender was a girl… You can get a drink for free!"
He definitely deadpanned when hearing you said that. There's no way he would flirt with other person right in front of you, his wife, just for a free drink.
"We don't play will people's feeling, love."
"We're not playing, just maximized every resource available," you said to him cheerfully. "Like… isn't it the same as me getting free drinks from the bartender? Don't play pretend when you also enjoying it for free."
"But, they gave it to you mostly because you are indeed charming," he tried to argued. Yet still smiled thinly towards you who currently happy at playing 'let's dress Kento's up!'
"So do you, dear."
You ended up choosing a simple black shirt with white slacks. But instead of buttoned it all up like usual, you left some of the buttons opened. The shirt looked a little bit loose on him, yet it added a bit of charm. Especially the way you unbuttoned the shirt to be precisely around his toned chest.
You then helped him to tuck the shirt and fold the sleeves a bit, so it would sit right under his elbows, still able to showcased his watch.
You didn't forget his belt too. It accentuated his waist perfectly. The final touch was a piece of sunglasses which you thought would suit his face more than his current sunglasses. Since he let you dressed him up, the sunglasses was the courtesy for his willingness to be dressed up by you.
After finished dressing him up, you stepped back for a bit, adoring your masterpiece. You low whistled at how different he looked than his usual attire.
Your husband indeed look delicious right now.
"Well… hello there, gorgeous," you said, while trying to make your voice sounded more sultry than usual. He chuckled at your response.
"If you said that in the office, I'm afraid the Internal Affairs would call you out, dear," he said, only to held his laugh when you pouted immediately. It's supposed to be a sexy times, with you hyping your hot husband! Why would Kento made that comment?!
"And as a representative of the Internal Affairs, they would not care because it's my own husband I'm talking about! Now, humor me and pose," you ordered.
At first, Kento seemed reluctant to do it. Yet, he finally tried to pose a bit in front of the mirror based on your guidance. He looked different, a very good difference. He actually looked like his age for once!
"Hm… not bad," he commented, while nodding approvingly towards his new attire. "It's not 'not bad'! It's good!" you complained once again.
"You actually look like your age for once, Kento!"
He chuckled hearing your comment. "So, do you think I look old?" you nodded repeatedly hearing his very obvious question.
"Yes. Older than Gojo who's older than you."
You're lucky you're his wife and got the access to be able to roasted him. Especially when you compared him against Gojo, who was the main reasons of his stress these days.
The thing was, when you both arrived for the dinner, your husband, Kento actually became the center of attention for once.
As someone who based your whole career to actually able to read people by their gestures and expressions, you could tell that a lot of them stared in awe towards your husband.
Deep in your heart, you were proud for actually able to dress him properly this time. Your theory was proven right! He was indeed attractive. But simply had no idea how to maximize his attractiveness.
And, your previous joke was also proven to be right. When you both continued to had drinks at the bar, he actually got a free drink from the bartender—who was a woman. He seemed reluctant to accept it at first, but you told him to not reject it and actually enjoyed it.
"Does it feel nice, Kento?"
"Maybe… I can get used to it."
And, yes.
The next time he needed to dress up, lets just entrust it all to you, his dear wife.
Summary: You are an unfortunate scientist who has fallen into the cracks between reality, a place more commonly known as “the backrooms”. Navigating such a bizarre world would be harrowing enough all on its own, but things only become more challenging when you realize you’re far from alone.
X (Chi): a symbol that denotes the point where the pieces of the world’s soul meet
cw: minors do not interact, blood and violence, dacryphilia, dubious consent, yandere, monsterfucking, dehumanization, psychological horror
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