#*yasu

[kowaindar0u]

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started on the yasu outfit drawing but it's not working out tonight so I'll try again tomorrow LOL drawing is hard

i have like 3 different jobs I'm waiting to hear back on so on top of like i guess the usual slump of depression im soooo just wwwwaaaaaaaghhhhhhhhh hrrrrzzzzzzggggg (the sounds of being stuck in apprehension waiting for something to happen)

hopefully i hear back from the one i interviewed with today bc that seems the best deal so far but I'm nervous cause if I hear about one of the other ones I'm gonna have to ask them for more time to accept or deny y'know agghhhhh

either way if i get one of the jobs there's a 2/3 chance I'll have to move (and then ofc be starting a new job) so it may be a hot minute before I catch up on replies and stuff 😭 I know y'all are chill I'm just AAGHHHH

I will have the house to myself for a few days this upcoming week so maybe I can get something done then, we'll see

[thecollectibles]

Art by 藤保 Toh-Yasu

[corollaservant]

There’s just something about lanky men. (18+)

You know, the type of man who’s scrawny, awkward and with a small ribcage (not from working out, genetics, you cuss). The one who doesn't put emphasis on his clothing, wearing whichever clean tshirt he can find, a pile of dirty clothes accumulating in his bedroom. The one who has water bottles, take out bags, cigarettes or weed papers and a nasty sink in his apartment. The one who has messy hair, tired eyes and cannot socialize for the life of him. The one who scratches his head, looks down awkwardly as he crosses his legs and sits weirdly on a chair. The type to never initiate a first move, friendship.. let’s not even talk about sex. There’s something about these men, you wouldn't call it a fetish, no, you don’t judge people by body types, that’s weird. It’s just that you notice a pattern here. Cause everytime you find these traits, you kind of guess their personality too. And maybe sometimes..you’re wrong.

They’re the same ones that will bend you in half, once they get the slightest hint you might be into them. The type to inexplicably know how to work their fingers in your little cunt, hell, you’d think they were pros in another life, the mastery in pace, roughness and multitasking is crazy here. These guys have you wet your panties like you can’t. By yourself. Alone. They kiss you while they’re at it too, don’t think they can’t do both. They kiss softly, open mouthed but desperately at the same time, kind of like they don’t want you to be able to breathe anymore. And… you can’t, but they don’t stop until you push their shoulders back, breathing through your nose isn't enough.

They’re the type to stay silent when you suck them off, concentrated and focused on your performance. They might bite their lips and hum softly, you’d think they don’t even like it even when you’re gagging down their whole length (palm included, as they’re large and girthy). Your throat aches and you haven’t even stopped the act and here they are silent and unappreciative, you might think. Well, you’re wrong. They appreciate it more than they let on. Do you know what it took for them to master this composure? Endless nights of jerking off just to the sight of your pretty pussy, cumming and cumming until they could build up some endurance. Mind you, they are talented but lack in the sexual experience department. Porn doesn’t get them off, they think it’s performative and staged, can’t get hard watching some poor woman fake moan and look at the camera, they think it’s embarrassing. No, instead they can easily picture you, with your legs spread and your pretty cunt glistening — anticipating their touch. Be it their skilled, slender fingers, their drooling mouth (yes, they drool inside) or their throbbing cock, they can’t get enough of your widened eyes and parted mouth and you can't stop silently begging just for a touch. And they cum, they aren’t too loud even when alone so imagine how much they try to stifle their moans when with you. You may have started deepthroating them, but their cock jerked the moment you ran your tongue down their shaft once, didn’t you notice it? They take it, you didn’t. They are close to cumming, they bite their tongue and can feel the metallic taste of blood their sinking teeth left, shit, they wouldn’t be able to taste you properly later on; they think and cuss instead of thinking the trouble they'll have swallowing down food. 

They quietly push you off, they really want to cum but these men are selfless. They don’t want to put anyone's pleasure above yours so they throw you on the bed. That’s where you were wrong too. You see them, a skeleton in clothes and think ‘’damn, this guy really is a loser’’..well, if he is, then he certainly is a strong one, these dudes have muscles you can’t even see and the rage that fuels them, makes up for it. They want to lick up a strip from your hole trickling down your left thigh, shit, they're so tempted, they might come on the mattress for all they care but their cock throbs when you ask them to fuck you instead.. if that's what you want, who are they to say no?

Their lanky chest presses against you, you can feel the pressure from their protruding bones on your skin, as they sigh, their sticky slit coming in contact with your also wet (soaked) entrance. They might just sigh but their brain is fighting a hard battle right now, to not cum just by the friction and the mess of fluids. Once you beg repeatedly (‘’please—baby, please!’’) and they can’t take it anymore, they awkwardly push the length past your folds, it slams in you violently as their sternum clashes onto you. You moan, it feels heavenly, a remarkable girth that stuffs you to the brim. They don't bottom out yet, you think fuck it, there's more? Oh sure, there is. They will shyly push more in, inch after inch, these men are NOT talkative but will make sure you are ok for good measure, wouldn't want you fainting or in pain due to their stupid cock. Little do they know, you want more and fast, but that's ok, whatever you order, they deliver. You can't tell, if they do it with skill or instinct but the thrusts are calculated and timed and they bring you close to an intense orgasm, they know it — they are observers, noticing the type and volume of moans that exit your mouth each time, that is why a slender pad of their finger is brought against your clit. They know how to hover and tilt their hips inside you simultaneously as they tease you. ‘’B–baby, oh my god.. please’’ you mewl, you shut your eyes and they’re close too. You just squeeze too damn much, whether you know it or not (they never tell you that they'd sell their soul to feel like this every day). Soon enough you're cumming, screaming loudly, only.. it's real with you, your body can’t lie and so can’t your eyes, glossy and ready to spill teardrops. These men will not be vocal (or at least they'll try not to be) but this is their breaking point, it's too much — you're too much and they finally whimper, not loud but just enough for you to hear as they let a big load inside you. They’re a deprived and awkward mess, that doesn't believe you would even bat them an eye, when you met them. Well, maybe it's their time to re-evaluate you.

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(wrote this with surprise surprise.. Shiggy in mind but it suits others too)

L, Mello my man, black hair Dabi, Aizawa, Fyodor, Aku, literally anyone from Nana cast, who’s not a child and please! let me add Hobie Brown.

[imprisoned-xii]

[toastchus]

sayo the girl u are....

[niidsch]

NANA DVD covers

[twidara]

Nana (2000) by Ai Yazawa

character icons 1/2

[atticmichaelangelo]

Nana Komatsu, the fear of loneliness, and the perfect tragedy of her story

Within the Nana fandom, it is a widely acknowledged fact that Nana Komatsu ( who I will be calling Hachi for convenience) is written and portrayed as a clingy and needy character. Naturally, the effect that such a personality has on the viewers varies, with some enjoying and even empathising with Hachi, while others feel less inclined to such character archetypes, or even real life people, for a plethora of different reasons.

However, I believe that while this aspect of her personality is often highlighted, it plays a much deeper narrative role than it is given credit for. What may initially have seemed like a benign and overused personality trait — Hachi’s need for connection — actually plays a much larger role in shaping the course of her life, and understanding her relationship with loneliness and attachment allows for a greater understanding of her decisions within the anime and manga ( understanding not justification)

To do this we must examine how Ai Yazawa chooses to present Hachi to us, the viewers, in the first few episodes / chapters, and why. Hachi from the get go is depicted to be boy crazy - a girl with her head in the clouds. Someone who is quick to endear herself to others, and even quicker to idolise them - she is a character that wholeheartedly indulges in and thrives off love and attention, even if it is at the expense of her own wishes and dignity (will elaborate). We follow Hachi through her intense attachments - from her art teacher, to the pizza delivery boy, to the guy in the shop, to Asano. Out of all these attachments, we think we can see a recurring theme - they are all of romantic nature, and showcase Hachis constant search and desire to be loved. And yet there is a character whose interactions with Hachi are even more telling of Hachi’s priorities, and which I think is often undermined in the fandom due to the focus of Hachi's romantic pursuits, yet crucial to the foreshadowing and understanding of Hachi’s character and story.

Junko. We see a bond established between them right at the beginning of the anime/manga, while we're still getting to know Hachi, which serves as a key foundation for her characterisation. Hachi follows Junko to art school simply because Junko went. We observe as Hachi interacts with Junko, seeking advice,comfort and security from her, while also allowing herself to be condescended and even embarrassed by Junko. An example of this is when Junko tells Shoji and kyosuke as soon as Hachi meets them that she is loud and has a long history with men. While these traits aren't inherently negative, in the context of the society and time the manga is set in, they were not viewed as favourable traits for women. Hachi's initial protests at having these aspects of her life exposed are telling. Junko can tend at times at the start of the story to be very brisk and sometimes even outright insensitive to Hachi. Yet, when Junko decides to go to Tokyo, Hachi tearfully begs her to stay, even diminishing Kyosuke's importance to his face in an effort to keep Junko close. Realising it would be unfair to hold Junko back from her dreams, Hachi impulsively decides to apply to schools in Tokyo as well. She had no money, no set career aspirations, and no solid plans, yet was adamant to join her friend.

And this brings us to the key aspect of Hachi’s character that Ai Yazawa informed us of from very early on: she will uproot her whole life in order to not be alone. And this trait is depicted throughout all her relationships, platonic and romantic. Hachi may be boy obsessed, but to diminish her later actions to just that is a disservice to Ai Yazawa’s writing skills, as in these pivotal few scenes, Hachi’s past and future link and meld together immaculately - Hachi’s decision to stay with Takumi was foreshadowed and hinted at phenomenally from the very start of the story through Hachi’s past, and how it shaped her interactions with other characters. Her actions were rooted more in a desperate need for companionship and fear for loneliness than, as some people believe, a habit of putting her romantic relationships on a pedestal - and Ai Yazawa has reminded us of this throughout the story.

Hachi grew up in a loud and rather indifferent household where she grew up ( as a middle child) thinking that her absence would just mean less noise in the household, a thought probably encouraged by her parents' passive and impartial approach to parenting and her growing up, giving her an excess of freedom instead of the attention Hachi desired growing up. Given such an environment, she developed an anxious attachment style, clinging onto whatever relationships she has in order to avoid feeling lonely and isolated, such as her friendship with Junko. She compares the feeling to be worse than Asano breaking up with her - the moment when she realised the extent of her unrequited love and the fragility of relationships, causing her to come to terms fully with the threat of loneliness and abandonment. This concept and revelation seems to haunt her visibly throughout the first few episodes, and more insipidly years later as she still seeks companionship and intimacy to avoid the depression and fear she feels when encountering the emotion that she has correlated with feeling unwanted and used.

So given this, it makes Hachis decision to stay with Takumi even more painstakingly in line with her character. Hachi is not written to be a perfect character for readers to project their own morals into - Hachi is young, still rather sheltered and unsure of her place in the world. She thrives off others' reassurance and the security they provide her - when she feels this is being threatened ( such as when she saw Nana interact with Tsuzuki) she spirals. So when she found out she was pregnant, Takumi very intentionally divulged the information without giving Hachi a chance to prepare, recognising Hachi’s intense aversion to being alone, and exploited it in the scenario to fit his interests in keeping her by his side. Hachi was at this part of the story in a very vulnerable and insecure position. She feared and expected rejection and disappointment from her friends, a reflection of her own and society's negative and sexist feelings on her situation, and saw herself as alone. Blast was excelling and becoming increasingly busy, Junko and Kyosuke were occupied in their own daily lives, and she saw herself with nobody to turn to for help or support, and was too ashamed to ask for it from people she held in such high regard. She believed she had nobody who could give her the stability and comfort she has sought for consistently throughout the manga/anime in her friends and romantic partners.

Nobody but Takumi. Hachi knew she would not be happy. She knew that she did not love him and was not loved the way she always idealised. She knew that by marrying Takumi and raising the child with him she would be sacrificing her friends’ trust and opinions of her, and putting herself in a situation that may seem like what she always wanted ( financial stability and a family) , but was less than ideal in reality. But she ended up marrying Takumi - because she believed Takumi at the time was the only one who would accept her, who would not be any more angry and disappointed at her than she was with herself. She saw him as the only option that guaranteed the security she yearned for and seeked in every one of her personal relationships, even at the expense of her own happiness and friendships - and this because we are shown time and time again that Hachi would rather uproot her life than be on her own. She would rather suffer a person and learn to love them than be without. And that is the painstaking tragedy of it all - it makes sense for her character.

Ai Yazawa does a beautiful job at showing the very human side of personalities and relationships. Personal growth is not a linear process, and while Hachi shows moments of self-awareness and even growth, with instances where she is shown slowly blossoming into a more independent woman and recognising her self-destructive tendencies, she ultimately gravitates towards what is most familiar to her. She acts seemingly as a survival instinct, where the pale mockery of a loving relationship seems more plausible and tolerable to her than the shaky and unpredictability of her future, and facing the shock and hurt of those who she holds so dear to her heart. Though this may frustrate viewers, it is also what makes Hachi such a compelling and relatable character — her choices, while flawed, feel deeply human. Hachi doesn’t always make the smart decision, nor the one best in the long run. She is a character that displays the more uncomfortable sides of human nature and actions, and is a character that can be simultaneously loved and sighed at and learnt from, which is infinitely more educational and enjoyable than a character who has things just happen to them. She is a culmination of her past experiences and how she operated through them and processed them is translated and depicted through her relationships and actions in a realistic, though heart wrenching fashion.

[jichanxo]

11/29 Sayo Yasuda is torn in two, and Beatrice is born.

[witchrealms]

sprites from the nana ps2 game

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[kiwibongos]

i just think they're neat

[onlinedolly]

jealousy, jealousy !

a/n: my ramble about yasu! i’ve loved this man since sixth grade so i hope u like it as much as i loved writing it rheheheheheeh

cw: jealous yasu, p in v, cream pies, roughish sex

yasu’d watched dozens of women be persuaded by takumi, always watching from the sidelines as takumi would smirk, lean in close to them and mention how he had a hotel room big enough for two. yasu had always disapproved, shaking his head and rolling his eyes, but who was he to say anything? until now. you were young, a groupie of BLAST, probably in your first year of college if yasu had to guess. and pretty, just like takumi liked, just like yasu liked, long hair and doe eyes enough to make any man swoon.

you’d come to nana’s apartment, an early fan meaning you’d worked your way up to a friendship with the members, and the trapnest members had joined as well. you all sat around the nana’s kitchen table playing poker and sipping on beers as everyone but you and hachiko chain smoked cigarettes. takumi sat close to you, too close, as he whispered something yasu couldn’t make out in your ear. you blushed a bit, flustered as you pushed takumis chest playfully making yasu cringe. he was at his limit by now, watching how takumi had flirted with you all night, be began to feel his blood boil over. he didn’t know why he was so protective over you, maybe it was how young you were, your innocent nature. or maybe it was the way your doe eyes would lock with his, brushing your hair over your shoulder with a big smile, that made his cock stir in his pants.

the night carried on, with everyone getting more and more drunk as takumi had found the courage to wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you close. it was nearing two in the morning at this point and yasu knew if he didn’t put an end to this you’d just be another notch in takumis bed post (so to speak).

“i’ll walk you home.” yasu interjects just as takumi was about to slip you a hotel key. takumi eyes him scornfully as you mumble out an okay before sliding out of the booth seat.

the air was crisp as yasu and you walked the ten minutes to your small apartment, the silence suffocating as yasu searched for something to say.

“he’s not a good guy,” yasu settles on, looking at you from the top of his sunglasses he always wore, even late at night.

“who?” you spoke back, taking a turn as you look up at him.

“takumi.” yasu all but spits his name out as he sees your complex come into view, “just watch yourself with him, would you?”

you laugh then, loud and light, and it makes yasu almost stumble over his footing at hearing it. it’s nearing january and yasu notices your rosy cheeks and nose as your eyes crinkle up when you laugh and it makes yasu think things that made him feel downright disgusting.

“i can handle myself yasu.” you laugh more, bumping your shouldering into his arm as you enter your complex, yasu in toe.

you’re climbing the stairs as yasu continues to scold you on takumis “womanizer” ways and honestly you’re half listening as you give him an occasional eye roll.

“i’m not that interested in him.” you say honestly, reaching your apartment as you turn to look at him, “the flirting was harmless, i know better.” you speak out matter-of-factly with a nod to your head.

“you say that until he works you into his bed.” yasu crosses his arms over his chest as you unlock the door letting you both in to your small apartment.

“his bed isn’t the one i want to be in.” your tipsy self states before you could bite your tongue, and you have to resist slapping yourself against your forehead.

in reality, you’d always noticed how handsome yasu was, he was kind and handsome and spent so much time caring for you and everyone else it was hard to not develop a crush. but to almost expose yourself like this? how stupid could you be? you just hoped he didn’t press the matter.

he did in fact press the matter, leaning against the island of your kitchen as he hums out, “yeah? what does that mean? got a crush i don’t know about?”

you huff out, not wanting to press the matter further as you joke, “yeah it’s ren. you think nana’ll kill me?”

“no…. because you’re lying.” he rounds the island stepping close to you and he can smell your perfume and beer wafting off of you and it makes him stir as he tries to keep his composure. he need to stay calm, keep his hands to himself, be better then takumi. he can admit he was attracted to you, anyone with eyes would be attracted to you, but he had to remain calm. especially when you looked at him with that hazy, tipsy expression, your cheeks still flushed from the cold and alcohol as you leaned against his bigger frame for support.

“then i guess you’ll never know!” you laugh again, leaning closer into his body for support. he felt warm against you, safe like he always did, and you wondered if he felt this warm underneath his clothes, if he would burn you up with his body ontop of yours, if he— no. that wasn’t okay to think. and you’d hoped he hadn’t caught onto your thoughts.

but yasu wasn’t stupid, he’s noticed the way your body inched closer to his, how your legs clamped together, and yasu wondered if you’d felt the same. he wasn’t drunk, but he was tipsy enough to let his reason be diluted by alcohol. so when he turned himself around to face you, his chest pressed against your side, he noticed how you didn’t inch away from him and it thrilled him. he tested the waters then, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and turning you so your flush with his chest.

“who you thinkin about, sweetheart?” he asks, a raspy-ness to his voice that made you shudder. he moves a piece of hair away from your face, looking down at you as if he could eat you whole and you felt heat rise form within you. “promise i won’t tell.” he whispers.

and you’re not sure where the courage comes from, maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe it’s the heat rising from inside you but you shift your weight between your legs as you whisper out, “you.”

and that’s all yasu needs before he’s crashing himself into you, placing his lips against yours in a rough kiss which you immediately reciprocate. the kiss is hot and all tongue and teeth as he wraps one arm around your waist, the other hand finding itself wrapped up in your hair as he pushes his face into yours as he completely devours you. yasu pulls away long enough to look you in the eyes and speak lowly, “i’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”

you mewl as he begins to attack your neck with his lips, leaving open wet kisses from your jaw to your collar bone as he pushes your body impossibly closer against his. you can feel the tent in his pants pressing against you and it makes you shiver as your wrap your arms wrap his neck, leaning your head to give him more access to the hollow of your neck.

“jump.” he says, his voice full of lust and he lifts your body up onto the island. you waste no time as you part your legs letting him work himself between them as he grips the flush of your thighs pulling you closer to him.

“do you want this?” he mumbles into your ear, leaving wet kisses around it, “want me, angel?” he groans out when he feels you shift around, his voice affecting you in more ways then one.

“more than anything.” you breathe out as he works on pulling your top over your head, taking his large hands and palming your breasts through your lacey bra once he gets your top slipped off. you’re a mewling mess, whimpering beneath him, and it just eggs him on as he works on unclasping your bra.

once he works your bra off he wastes no time in attaching his lips around your nipple and he heard his first moan from you, broken and loud as you wiggle around underneath his touch. or fuels the fire from within him as he bites down on a nipple, causing you to yelp out.

“keep making sounds like that pretty girl, i won’t be able to help myself.” yasu groans, taking his hand and tweaking at your other nipple. you’re a moaning mess, rocking your hips for any sort of friction. yasu picks up on it, slipping his hand into the waistband of your skirt and underwear, ghosting your clit as you cry out for him. “you like that, hm? sweet thing.” he groans, pressing two fingers against your nub. you’re moaning and begging for more as he laughs softly, “patience, little girl.”

he begins circling your clit making your mouth open in a silent moan, his fingers are rough against your clit yet his movements are soft and delicate, enough to work you up to the edge quickly. “i’m gunna—“ you cry out, but he interrupts you, pulling his fingers away from your core causing you to cry out.

“not yet, pretty. bend over the island.” you do as he says, quickly adjusting yourself so your chest is pressed against the cool surface. you’re on the tips of your feet and you feel yasu lift your skirt up, pulling the lace of your underwear down. “god baby,” he groans out, taking palming your ass roughly, “you don’t know how long i’ve wanted this.” you hear his other hand pull his pants down, you can feel his cock spring out against you and it makes you mewl.

you turn to look, wide eyes as you realize just how big he is. long and thick and leaking precum and it makes you bite into your lip hard. “think you can take it all, angel?” he laughs, spreading you apart with his hands to marvel in your drooly cunt. “you’re fucking soaked.”

yasu takes his cock in his hands, rubbing it against your cunt, toying with your clit making you shiver. “mmmph!” you whine, pushing yourself towards him.

“greedy thing,” he groans out, lining himself up with your entrance, “ready sweet girl?”

you nod as much as you can, a hazy expression over your face as you bite down on your lip harder. yasu pushes himself inside of you and you whine out loudly, it felt like he was invading you, large and completely filling you up. he’s groaning, deep and animalistic, as he goes slowly giving you time to adjust to him.

“fuck, sweet thing. fuck.” he moans out, pushing himself all the way into you. you’re gripping the smooth surface of the counter, whimpering as he begins a steady pace in and out of you. he goes slow at first, slow steady thrusts as he runs his hand up the expanse of you back.

“h-harder.” you whine out, face flushed as yasu nods his head, gripping your hips and slamming into you roughly. it jolts you forward legs hitting against the island as yasu begins fucking into you ruthlessly.

“look so pretty like this, yeah?” he hums fucking into you hard, “takumi couldn’t appreciate you like i can baby.” he moans, slamming your hips back against his cock as he thrusts into you. you’re a mess, whining and moaning underneath him as you cry out his name. he’s going impossibly fast, bullying your g spot with each thrust, your body knocking against the island as you turn into an overwhelmed mess. “that’s right, sweetheart. takin it so—“ he thrusts hard into you, “good.”

you can feel the heat inside you rise as yasus thrusts begin to feel sloppy. your whining and telling him you’re about to cum as he ruts into you, “hold it sweet thing. almost there.” he grunts out, leaning down to place open mouth kisses along your spine.

“cum.” he grunts out, and you both come undone. spasming around his cock as he cums deep inside of you. the heat of his cum makes you orgasm harder, your body convulsing and shaking as you whine out his name over and over. he’s grunting, practically growling, as his hips stutter and he releases inside of you mumbling on about how takumi could never make you feel this good. you’re both on cloud nine as your eyes glaze over and yasu bites into your shoulder to keep from screaming.

once calmed down, yasu pulls himself out of you, watching as his cum leaks down your leg, “gotta keep you forever now, baby. my girl.” he hums appreciatively, running his finger to collect some of his cum before pushing it back inside of you making you mewl out.

“you’re girl.” you agree, blissed out, as yasu places soft kisses along the curve of your body.

“always.”

[nicetoart]

Why aren't you coming back to me?

[rakkun]

NANA

happy christmas! 🎄 🖤

[heraclito71]

Tho-Yasu.

[blunemone]

shannon (comeback)