#GYARYUYU

[s-essha]

@howlighte & @gyaryuyu SENT: MY MUSE & ART.

light spoiler warning.

The final answer isn’t as clear cut —   in lieu,  many factors merge to present the simplest answer:   he does,  in fact,  draw anime fan art.  Part stems subconsciously,  producing senseless doodles that tend to appear in the margins of any physical paper he receives,  rare as physical copies tend to get discarded post-scanning them from his phone and clicking  ‘Save as a PDF’.   Immediate isolation as a child surely didn’t help either,  sheltered from the outside  ( family business always comes first, irrespective to age )  within walls obscuring anything but screen after screen. 

Work smarter,  not harder.   Said screens became a go-to if not primary source for early development,  maturing unrefined scribbles into acute observational sketches,  both fiction and reality preceding stylistic development.  Of course,  his dad wasn’t really a fan of any of it,  chalking it up to youth’s wish,  the cruel truth known by both him,  his mother,  and Idia.   Ortho could,  and would,  be excluded from those conversations.

BUT! ———   Mindless scratches of lead and hissing at the snap of the tip  ( another omen of never-ending bad-luck,  probably! ) drift him from one world to another,  much to his own pleasure.   Even better,  losing himself with the outside surroundings additionally muffled by trusty,  signature headphones,  blaring only the BEST  —   and often underground —   music picks,  old and new!   Ritual that trails gracelessly into Night Raven,  occasionally appearing as sketches that resemble the likenesses of other peers if not sourced from a horde of varying interests.   RPGS,  ‘80s anime and manga,  campy movies,  and that barely scratched the surface for all there was to inspire.

Observation was key after all,  circling the core understandings ripped apart piece by piece to identify every single moving part.   Dissectible information that led to deepened understanding along the same lines of understanding the human form through the sketching of his body only to be ( accidentally ) depicted a stalker when caught by other student(s).   Definitely not one of his best  ( or proudest )  moments ——   it formed a decent enough topic line for a mid-term paper;   Effects of passion in depictable media,  so swallows it up regardless with unchanged admiration.   

It made sense as a topic, anyway. Passion builds coveted material,  both indie and popularized.   Lack of it strips tales of old and new both would be half of what they were in the present,  and the future’s would be any less enticing;   a dime a dozen,  in short.   Hard effort melting into bursts of creativity to build from zero to hero,  enticing any / all refined eyes in the image of pure,  unbridled devotion to craft.   The construct,  the execution,  the effort.   It all rolls itself into a PERFECT COMBO:   artistry,  passion,  understanding!    If offered the choice,  time / focus would be placed on that rather real life,  flurries of Shroud-patented rambles accessible to any who could, and would, comfortably tune in.   Gatekeeping is no fun anyway.   AFTER ALL,  anyone can replicate anything,  but it takes something by someone,  a someone who could be anyone,  to create something unforgettable.   In another life,  Idia could only hope he’d be that anyone.

[mostrum]

gyaryuyu​:

Yuyu would surely be touched and gushing if she knew the whole story. About Azul’s family and how he’s all on his lonesome during winter breaks, how his birthday will be missed and how his mother still looks after him so dotingly. But she doesn’t. What she does know is that woman was totally smokin’ and she calls him Zullie and it happens to be Zullie’s birthday. Yuyu now has very sensitive and potentially damaging information on the one feared and respected Ashengrotto. Not that she has any malicious bone in her body. Unfortunately, Azul might not see it that way.

“WHOA! Sorry sorry~ I didn’t mean to scare you like that!” she fails to even acknowledge the ‘breach in someone’s privacy’ but really, was it anyone’s fault but your own? Come on Azul, this entire school is swimming with bastards and snitches and spies and leeches (haha). It was only a matter of time before someone did the so so simple act of peering over one’s shoulder in a private moment. You should count yourself lucky it was the only girl in school with no magical abilities at all! Really, you should be thanking Yuyu for the opportunity. The gal stood there wide eyed and a bit confused before she got huffy and defensive.

“Whaddya mean? How would you know! Are you a dignified lady? Maybe she’d like being called hot! I know I do! 'specially if it’s by another gal cause like, our opinions matter more.” checkmate Zullie. She crosses her arms across her chest, assuming the stance of an annoyed mean girl, weight shifted to one hip and her head canted the other direction. “Hmph! I’m not taking it back! I’m speaking my truth and the truth is I think she’s pretty gorgeous, Zullie.”

Azul’s response isn’t immediate. He’s torn between two reactions: The first one is to faint at the notion of Yuyu considering his mother hot and refusing to take back her proclamation, and the second one is to hastily devise a tactic ensuring her confidentiality. He combs his mind for the information he’s accumulated of the girl prior: She's a magicless human whose admission at this school solely hinges upon a slate-colored rodent. Her place at this school is conditional, an occurrence that happened entirely by chance through an error on the Mirror’s behalf. The headmage seems to be unable to rid himself of her, though the reasoning is unknown. Doubtlessly, the merman believes the reasoning is as trivial as her admission. 

“You are not even half her age,” Azul utters through a hiss, nose crunching. “And don’t you dare call me that!” His voice nearly raises, if not for the pelagic merchant remembering where he is. The slightest hint of trouble would have students coming in droves for a front-row seat. He doesn’t need more damage to his image. The merman clears his throat, then rolls his shoulder before haughtily tilting his chin up. 

“The lovely lady you see on my phone is a distinguished restaurateur and prospective partner of Mostro Lounge. She runs a gourmet ristorante back at the Coral Sea,” His lips curl in pride as he speaks of his mother, if only momentarily. “Therefore, Yuyu, you shall treat her with the utmost respect, with as much honor that a person of her caliber deserves.”  

Azul then holds out his hand, palm upwards.

“You will also be handing me my phone back,” he commands, with little room to argue. “Surely, you’re aware of how rude it is to take another person’s belongings without permission, yes? You are someone who understands common decency, I should hope!”

He no longer celebrates his birthday at his mother’s ristorante. Traditions change as Azul has since surfaced to land– His birthday is celebrated in winter, during the times in which the Coral Sea’s temperatures turn devastatingly glacial. Had he remained in the depths of the hometown, the biting frost would pose little threat to him as a denizen of the depths. However, swimming back home from the mirror transport’s drop-off location is a threat in itself; it was unanimously ruled safer to spend winter break on campus versus swimming back in heinous conditions. Therefore, for the second year in a row, Azul has celebrated his birthday away on land, with his own staff at Mostro Lounge instead of his mother’s at her ristorante. 

His mother does not throw-away customs so easily, however. Especially when they deal with her precious little Zullie, whom she loves more than the seven seas entirely. 

She never misses her chance. Azul waits alone at an empty courtyard, phone in hand as he waits for a familiar ping. When he hears it, a wide grin cracks upon his lips. In the message conversation with his mother is a photo— The familiar ambience of her luxurious ristorante, his mother’s glee as she smiles wide for the photo, a triple-decker cake with the usual embellishments, and a line of trustworthy staff smiling at the camera. Between his mother and the cake, there is a noticeable gap in the place of a certain monstrous hideous repulsive ambitious octopus merman. 

‘Happy Birthday, Zullie! :) 

I mailed you the physical copy, too!”  The message reads. 

Azul’s smile widens. He’s about to type a response when someone’s voice suddenly screeches against his ears. It startles him, phone nearly falling from his grip if it weren’t for the intrusive finger holding it still. 

“I– You—I don’t– What?!” Azul sputters, then shoots upwards. His phone falls onto the bench as he rises, immediately flying to his hips. “Have you no manners?! You cannot just waltz in here and breach someone’s privacy!” Voice nearly elevated to a squeal, his cheeks flushed red. “Nevertheless, that is not how you compliment a dignified lady, Yuyu!” Especially if the lady in question is his mother, “Take those words back at once!” 

[howlighte]

WATCHING IN AWE AT HER COMPLETE SET UP,   it almost looked like she was packed  ready  to hit the gym with him  —   unlikely  though,   he was wiser than to believe that bag was packed with a change of clothes  &  sneakers.   no,  her  declaration  was more than enough of a hint as to what she was packing;   an assortment of accessories that to his eyes,  the colors weren’t as  vibrant  as most,   but the patterns  &  glitz were not lost.   most of the accessories,   he couldn’t   help  but wonder how yuyu was going to try  &  get them to stay with hair as short as his own.    she had plenty of hair to stack all of her accessories in  —   and man,  she really stacked them in there,    his own hair wasn’t as forgiving.   it was  thick,   ideal for clips;   but if she tried to put a  scrunchie  around his ears,   he wasn’t going to be amicable to the feeling.  “  don’t say it like that,   i  didn’t  agree to any of this anyways.  ”   arms already crossed over his chest,    and  yet his eyes were still on the bounty in front of him.   a couple hair clips may have come in use to keep his bangs out of his face;   that much,   he could agree on.  her ability to go overboard with accessories was unlike any other.  the moment that he gave in for  one barrette,    he was giving into ten.   

with a sigh,   like anything else he  unwillingly  signed himself up for.   jack grumbled.   “  careful  of the ears.  ”

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" RAMSCHAKLE HOUSEWARDEN YUYU REPORTING FOR DUTY! About to make YOU the cutest boy in school !! " and from the size of her carryon bag she was serious. The gyaru dropped the tote onto the table, proceeding a dense thud and rattling. Full to burst of barrettes and scrunchies and beads and ribbons and miscellaneous other accessories. A curated glitter disaster! She takes pride in it though, having to completely rebuy all her stock of hair memorabilia. A mere fraction of what she had stored in her many drawers back home. And today, Jack, you will be graced by all that it pink and leopard printed. Yuyu's faux serious façade dropped near instantly, unable to hold in her giggles. " I've been waiting for this day to come Jackie boy~ " That came out strange and somehow ominous.

[kuuchuuburanko]

my 'yuu' yuyu who is a gyaru call her gyaryuyu

line up of my 'yuu' + twst ocs (wip)

[mostrum]

He no longer celebrates his birthday at his mother’s ristorante. Traditions change as Azul has since surfaced to land– His birthday is celebrated in winter, during the times in which the Coral Sea’s temperatures turn devastatingly glacial. Had he remained in the depths of the hometown, the biting frost would pose little threat to him as a denizen of the depths. However, swimming back home from the mirror transport’s drop-off location is a threat in itself; it was unanimously ruled safer to spend winter break on campus versus swimming back in heinous conditions. Therefore, for the second year in a row, Azul has celebrated his birthday away on land, with his own staff at Mostro Lounge instead of his mother’s at her ristorante. 

His mother does not throw-away customs so easily, however. Especially when they deal with her precious little Zullie, whom she loves more than the seven seas entirely. 

She never misses her chance. Azul waits alone at an empty courtyard, phone in hand as he waits for a familiar ping. When he hears it, a wide grin cracks upon his lips. In the message conversation with his mother is a photo— The familiar ambience of her luxurious ristorante, his mother’s glee as she smiles wide for the photo, a triple-decker cake with the usual embellishments, and a line of trustworthy staff smiling at the camera. Between his mother and the cake, there is a noticeable gap in the place of a certain monstrous hideous repulsive ambitious octopus merman. 

‘Happy Birthday, Zullie! :) 

I mailed you the physical copy, too!”  The message reads. 

Azul’s smile widens. He’s about to type a response when someone’s voice suddenly screeches against his ears. It startles him, phone nearly falling from his grip if it weren’t for the intrusive finger holding it still. 

“I– You—I don’t– What?!” Azul sputters, then shoots upwards. His phone falls onto the bench as he rises, immediately flying to his hips. “Have you no manners?! You cannot just waltz in here and breach someone’s privacy!” Voice nearly elevated to a squeal, his cheeks flushed red. “Nevertheless, that is not how you compliment a dignified lady, Yuyu!” Especially if the lady in question is his mother, “Take those words back at once!” 

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ starter for @mostrum˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

"WHOOOOAAA!! hold on hold on! WHO IS THAT?" was she being nosy? yes. will it cost her? maybe... if the other can survive this encounter. Yuyu was glancing over this particular cephalopod's shoulder TOTALLY CASUALLY when she spotted who could only be a beautiful siren on his screen. her lightening quick instincts kicked in as she practically dove over Azul's shoulder to point at the woman pictured.

"OMG!! She's a TOTAL HOTTIE! like that cool mature feel!~" Azul I am so sorry but she is talking about your mother.