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midoaka month: flower language ( a matching piece to this )
this was for akamido month which im 28 minutes late for but i literally hopped off my artblocked ass for this companion piece to miru’s piece
midoaka month [6/8 - 6/11] | Flower language |
MIDOAKA [DATE]
We had no idea what theme to do, so we went freestyle with it 8) HAVE A HAPPY MIDOAKA MONTH 8D
Happy MidoAka day! 4/7 ♥
江南の春 (2/6)
MidoAka Month → [6/20 - 6/23] Wuxia | Samurai | Children
Read on AO3. | Part 1
2. Usui [雨水] Rainwater
“It might rain soon,” Akashi says, glancing out towards the lake.
Midorima picks up his cup of tea. Mist had already gathered across all that he could see, white reflecting the blue-black of the lake surface. If he has become certain of one thing whilst traveling with Akashi, it is this that his predictions always come true. “You mean it will rain.”
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MidoAka Month 2016 has come to an end!
Thank you to everyone for participating and celebrating. A special thanks to angstprincedraws, dandnoni, deexes, kurokineko-nodokanyan, jellyfishsong88, may-vin, midoaka, midoarima, miruo-cchi , sann-lyke, and seidjelly who have made the MidoAka month 2016 an amazing experience!
Please have a look through the wonderful fics / arts created for MidoAka month in your own time and reblog/like when you can! See you all next year! :)
江南の春 (1/6)
MidoAka Month → [6/20 - 6/23] Wuxia | Samurai | Children
Read (updated version) on AO3.
A thousand miles of oriole songs and red among the green Of wine flags flapping along the shore and in the hills Four hundred and eighty temples built by the Southern Court And how many pagodas in the land of mist and rain.
Du Mu (803-852), Jiangnan Spring
1. Risshun [立春] Start of Spring
Shintarou felt eyes on him.
It was to be expected, as a stranger in a foreign land. The trip across the narrow channel had been rockier than he had thought, and only luck had pulled him through to see the port the next morning.
The merchants and monks he traveled with had bid him farewell in Hangzhou, one group continuing down the Qiantang River, the other heading for the high mountains seeking respite. Shintarou bought a horse and went south.
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MidoAka Month : Children
Good Luck
6/8 - 6/11 Summer, Flower language, Animals A tall glass vase stood on kitchen counter, a riot of dark red flowers rising out of the top.
Midorima had just come home for the night. The Winter Cup was only a few weeks away and the team wanted to get in as much practice as they could. It was their second year, and their second attempt. “Where did these come from?”
His sister sat on a stool nearby, bent over a textbook. She grinned, “Secret admirer.”
His nose wrinkled, “You’re a little young for that.”
Her smile turned sly, “They’re not for me Nii-chan.” She slid a small white card across the table; it was printed with Midorima’s name.
He brushed a petal with his finger. Perfect soft blooms in the grey of early winter. He was well versed in the traditional meaning of different flowers.
Red Peonies; nobility, respect, and of course good fortune.
There was no signature on the card, but there didn’t need to be. There was only one person who would do something this expensive, sophisticated, meaningful, and horribly embarrassing.
“Any idea who they’re from?” His sister looked up at his face with a mixture of curiosity and eagerness, like a hound who’d caught the scent of a fox. The wrong response and expression meant he’d never hear the end of it.
“How should I know?” He frowned, schooling his features to indifference, and moved past her toward the refrigerator.
“You’re the worst liar!” she cackled, “You’re face is so red!”
“Shut up.”
from the ashes we will rise (2/3) [for MidoAka Month: Samurai]
They are fated, but not of the romantic kind. AO3 (Ch. 1)
The journey north takes them about a month, and by then, Shintarou already misses the warmth of the capital. They ride horses, something he has never tried before. Back in the palace, if Seijuurou is to go out, they ride ox-driven carts that are way too slow for his preference. His supposed father tries his best to ask about Shintarou and the life that he had in the eighteen years that he has been away. Shintarou also tries his best to be amiable. As far as he is concerned, the people with him are mere strangers.
Or worse, he is the stranger amongst them.
“There is no need to hurry,” his father tells him one night when they are making camp to rest, “I know you’re still adjusting to all this. You have the time.” He clasps him by his shoulder, a motion so fatherly that Shintarou fails to hide his surprise. “When we return to Iwate, you shall receive your sword and train with it, just as you should have done if you’ve grown as a samurai.”
“I have a sword?”
“It has been yours even before you were born.” He smiles proudly. “It’s the best of its kind, I must say. You shall give it a name.”
Shintarou hasn’t seen so many mountains and rivers until in that trip before finally arriving at Iwate. A wall welcomes him with a banner of the clan name mounted on its gates. Far before them looms a huge castle owned by the Minamoto family the Midorima has been serving for many years. He sees several samurais, the most he has encountered ever. Each carries a different sword. Shintarou cannot imagine himself in such position.
A small feast is prepared as a celebration for his return. People flocked to him introducing themselves as his aunt, uncle, cousin, second cousin, third cousin, his mother’s closest friend — the list goes on forever, honestly, and he can’t make himself keep up. It’s only when his father intervened, telling everyone that he has to rest from the long journey that they let go of him and return to their usual tasks.
His father leads him to their house located near the castle borders, one among the biggest in the town. His room has the view of the mountains at the east. A katana hangs by the wall, its blade glistening even in the dimness of the room. He walks towards it, drawn.
“Do you like it?” His father asks, standing beside him as he retrieves the sword by its handle and eyes the blade appreciatively. “Be careful of the point. It’s among the most quality kissaki a sword could have.”
“I’ve never held a sword like this before,” he answers with awe, “But I can tell that this is extraordinary.”
“A samurai’s sword is his spirit. Together with his sword, he must live every moment of his day without fear of death. In this way, he can truly live as a samurai.”
Shintarou listens to each word, committing them to heart.
“This is just a few of the things you should know. You shall learn more as you progress.” His father’s smile is replaced by a determined line of his lips, his eyes turning a steely glint. “Shintarou, have you fully accepted the truth of who you are?”
He grips the handle of his sword tighter, feeling a chill run down his spine.
He raises the sword before him until he sees his reflection. The green eyes staring back at him used to look so lost, but now it’s starting to look like it has found where it belongs. The time he spent at court feels like from a different life.
Now he knows he’s always meant to be here.
“Yes.”
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MidoAka Month : [6/12 - 6/15] Day [6/16 - 6/19] Night
MidoAka Month 2016
Title: Autumn Festival
Prompt: autumn
Rating: T
Warnings: none / sfw
Side Pairings: none
Summary: Midorima and Akashi’s first date! Takes place after Vorpal Swords, I guess.
(I think this is a real festival in Japan; I’m not sure. I came across it accidentally because of Ikebukuro and DRRR!! But then I thought I could use it for these two! But, I tried not to put in too many details about the festival itself since I don’t know much about it, but I hope you enjoy the story anyway.)
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MidoAka Month 2016
Title: The Apron
Prompt: domesticity
Rating: M
Warnings: nsfw
Side Pairings: none
Summary: Midorima comes home to find Akashi wearing the last thing he was expecting (the title gives it away haha).
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MidoAka Month 2016
Title: The Apron
Prompt: domesticity
Rating: M
Warnings: nsfw
Side Pairings: none
Summary: Midorima comes home to find Akashi wearing the last thing he was expecting (the title gives it away haha).
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MidoAka Month 2016
Title: The Seventh Day of the Month
Prompt: day
Rating: T
Warnings: none / sfw
Side Pairings: none
Summary: The seventh day of each month belongs to Midorima.
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midoaka month | Summer |
[speedpaint]
MidoAka Month 2016
Title: Chem Lab
Prompt: chemistry
Rating: T
Warnings: none / sfw
Side Pairings: none
Summary: Takao wonders about the chemistry between Midorima and Akashi.
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