#Half Japanese model

[davetada]

Amanda

North Hollywood, CA

[spockvarietyhour]

Ayear or two ago i bought this lil Razor Crest snap model and tonight decided to assemble it. Also was able to get a couple of the bigger stickers on it but the individual windows? forget it. Still fun to do while having something on the background.

[phoebified]

tapping my foot. ok so now that sso has entered its "not being racist" era CAN WE PLEASE HAVE A JAPANESE CHARACTER THAT ISN'T WEEABOO INFORMED

[juusauce]

Angel Baby (ft. Kurolisa) Pt. 6

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story. Names, characters, locations, and incidents are all made up by the author and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, or people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

If you hate my ship, please stop reading; I don’t want to block readers, so please be respectful.

Ⓒjuusauce - do not copy, paste, or translate my works anywhere.

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Part 5

“What happened?” I confusedly asked her. “Alisa, tell me, what’s going on?” but she didn’t respond, still pushing me but later on she leaned on me. I loosened my hold on her, I asked her what was going on but she wouldn’t tell me. Instead, she immediately went to the woman’s comfort room. I followed her but I stayed outside.

I feel nervous every time I hear her vomiting inside the cubicle. I want to help her but I don’t know what to do.

“Alisa—Oh? Are you fine now?” She sharply looked at me while I was still confused about it. Is she mad at me? What the heck? I didn’t do anything but here she is getting mad at me.

“Do you want me to take you to the hospital?” I’m still following her, like a dog’s tail. I might look like an idiot but I don’t care anymore.

She keeps avoiding me as she did before but I won’t give up on her easily. So I looked for a place where I couldn’t bother both her space and the customers. I waited patiently for her while my eyes locked on her, not letting her get away from my sight.

I noticed that she seemed unable to stand and walk properly. Later on, she suddenly lost her balance but before she could land on the ground, I caught her in my arms. It almost took away my breath, too scared for her.

 I didn’t want to leave her alone in the hospital but I needed to attend the meeting. But before I left, I put two bodyguards to look for her for a while, while I’m away.

“Sir, the patient escaped.” I suddenly stood from my seat, both shocked and confused but angrier. What the fuck? They were two bodyguards but they let a frail woman escape? I couldn’t believe this.

“I’ll fire you two if you can’t find her.” My voice thundered. I’m mad at them but more afraid of what will happen to her.

I walked back and forth, uneasy because a lot of things were running through my mind. I know she was afraid of me, afraid to be judged but why did she already conclude that I can do that to her? I believed her even though she didn’t tell me everything, about what exactly happened before that scandal came out.

“Could you calm down and please stop walking back and forth, Tetsurou? It’s making me feel dizzy.” Tooru scolded me.

How can I fucking calm, when Alisa is still missing until now? I asked for the hospital’s CCTV record on that day, and I saw her leaving alone, wearing a nurse’s uniform. The hospital wasn’t aware of her disappearance because she went through the back. Why was I too relaxed? I thought the hospital’s security was tight and safe. What the fuck?

I gritted my teeth. I was restless because I was worried about her. Everything was fine, except that someone had run away! She was used to leaving me behind, not thinking about what I could feel every time she left me. Why is she so unfair? Leaving me behind like I’m not important to her. 

Am I not part of her life? Did she love me? Apprehension and hesitation creep into my mind. The thoughts running through my head make me dizzy and tired. Even though I’m weary, I didn’t let my eyes close. I want to be the first one who will see her face once she’s found.

“Excuse me, sir, here are the documents you’ve been asking for.” 

I just let my secretary put on my desk the document I was asking for from the hospital. It was Alisa’s medical records. I want to make sure she’s fine and not sick. The last time I saw her, she looked so frail and it makes me worry for her all the time.

I frowned, can’t comprehend everything that was written on the fucking sheet of paper. I almost tore the documents when Atsumu suddenly opened the door.

I sighed and rested my head on the headrest.

“What the fuck? Her hCG is above average, she might be pregnant.” Atsumu looked so horrified as he looked back and forth between me and the papers he was holding. But there’s one thing that caught my attention, my jaw dropped.

This can’t be?!! hCG is above average? Pregnant? Fuck! Should I feel happy right now? Yes, indeed! Honestly, I’m thrilled but the fact that she’s pregnant while running away from me makes me furious. How could she leave me again with our baby, huh? I’m sure, I am the father of her baby. I didn’t doubt her about that but I know that’s our baby. But how long would she hide it from me? Is that the reason why she left me again?

“This could not be happening, right?” Atsumu still couldn’t believe everything.

“It’s happening.” I remained composed and calm while he looked so confused and shocked.

“So you were serious about her?”

“I wouldn’t be if I didn’t get pregnant!”

“What the fuck! You’re ridiculous!” He shook his head in disbelief, still processing how he could accept that information.

My eyes were still closed. I gritted my teeth. I don’t think I can stand it anymore, without knowing where she is right now makes me madder at myself. I couldn’t bear it if something bad happened to her or our baby.

Before she left, she looked frail and I was worried the whole time. I can’t even fucking rest my eyes in a single second, always planning what I can do to find her quickly and Mr. Kazuhito. I’m always bugging Kenma, asking for his help to track them both. And now, I’m too weary but I might not be able to sleep not until I find her and capture the person who ruined her life.

Part 7

[cosmicrhetoric]

i get soooo snobby about things that suck. like driving a car made in the last ten years? wheres the cd drive >:[ why doesn't it shake a bit when you go over 35 mph >:[ the brakes are too good. beloved anime from my youth added to streaming service? i miss fansub fonts >:[ why isn't this in three parts on yt >:[ fuck off with autoplay i want to hear the op. and it never ends

[morporkian-cryptid]

Welcome to the wonderful world of Arsène Lupin Copyright Shenanigans

Have I ever told y’all about the absolute madness that is the legal issues around the Lupin franchise ? Probably. Can I find the post in question ? No. Am I going to tell you again ? You fucking bet !

The year is 1905, and detective stories are all the rage. Maurice Leblanc, a young writer, is commissioned by the magazine Je Sais Tout to write a short story on the same model as Sherlock Holmes. Maurice Leblanc says « Screw this detective shit », and creates the character of Arsène Lopin, gentleman thief.

No, this is not a typo.

Arsène Lopin, a municipal advisor in Paris, hears about it and contacts Leblanc. « You are not fucking writing a story about a thief who shares my name. » To which Leblanc replied, « Lopin ? No no, you misunderstand, this is Arsène Lupin, completely different person. »

And he gets away with it.

Leblanc writes a bunch more stories about Arsène Lupin, they get popular, and he decides he wants to write a crossover with the famous British detective, Sherlock Holmes. A crossover in which, of course, Lupin will win and Holmes will be humiliated.

Arthur Conan Doyle hears about it, and is not thrilled. He contacts Maurice Leblanc with a message along the lines of « You are not fucking writing a story where my Amazing-Original-Character-Do-Not-Steal gets bested by a thief. » To which Leblanc replies, « Sherlock Holmes? No no, you misunderstand, this is Herlock Sholmes, completely different person. »

And he gets away with it.

The years pass, more Lupin stories are written, they’re translated and exported outside of France, and wouldn’t you know it, Japan takes a strong liking to the « gentleman thief » archetype in general and to Arsène Lupin in particular.

The years is 1967, and mangaka Kazuhiko Kato, best known by his pen name Monkey Punch, is commissioned by the magazine Weekly Manga Action to create a manga for their first issue. He reads 15 of Leblanc’s stories, and creates Lupin the Third, a character who is the grandson of the famous gentleman thief. He does not bother asking the Leblanc Estate for permission, as Japan doesn’t give much of a crap about French copyright laws.

(For the record, Weekly Manga Action was the first manga magazine for an adult audience (outside of erotica), and Lupin III was published in its first issue, effectively making it one if not the very first adult manga in the history of manga.)

The Lupin III manga gets popular, is adapted into an anime, the anime gets popular, it gets translated into other languages and exported to Europe…

And then the Leblanc estate rears its head. «You are not making an anime about our character without paying us fucking royalties, » they say to Monkey Punch. To which Monkey Punch, channeling the spirit of the deceased Maurice Leblanc into his very soul, replies : « Lupin ? No no, you misunderstand, this is Rupan, completely different person. »

And he fucking gets away with it.

(Arsène Lupin became public domain in France in 2012. Before that, Lupin the Third took many different names in European releases, among which Rupan, Wolf, and in France, Edgar de la Cambriole (Edgar of Burglary).)

Additional tomfuckery :

The year is 1982, and science-fiction animated series are getting extremely popular. TMS decides to try and get a slice of the cake, and begins the development of Lupin VIII, a sci-fi spinoff about Lupin III’s descendant. The anime is being produced in France, and the Leblanc Estate once again rears its head. « Sure, you can make that anime, » they say, « but pay us fucking royalties. » TMS, as previously established, does not want to pay the Leblanc Estate diddly squat, and so they scrap half of the project, recycle the other half, and go « Lupin VIII ? No no, you misunderstand, this is Inspector Gadget, completely different person. »

The year is 1930, and famous Japanese writer Tarō Hirai writes The Golden Mask, a novel in which his detective character Kogoro Akechi goes up against none other than Arsène Lupin. Hirai’s pen name was Edgar Allan Poe- wait, wait, no, sorry, it’s Edogawa Ranpo, completely different person.

(Later, Gosho Aoyama names his character, Detective Conan Edogawa, after Arthur Conan Doyle and Edogawa Rampo (and the anime is distributed by TMS).)

(More than fifty years later, the Lupin III anime makes a tribute to Ranpo’s Gold Mask with the double episode The Imperial City Dreams of Thieves.)

The year is 2021, and Capcom is releasing the video game The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles, in which famous detective Sherlock Holmes plays a central role. Unfortunately for them, a few Sherlock Holmes stories are still under copyright, and the Conan Doyle Estate is about as stubborn and greedy as their French cousins. « Pay us fucking royalties, » they say.

In the English release of the game, Sherlock Holmes is renamed to, you guessed it...

...fucking Herlock Sholmes.

[acrid-wondrland]

Random TokyoRev Headcanons

🔑Mikey's favorite flavor is anko(red bean). Taiyaki, dorayaki, mochi, etc. It doesn't matter, it has to have anko filling. Fave ice cream flavor? Anko. What does he ask for on his halo halo when he and Izana go visit the Phillipines? Extra red bean.

🔪Yuzuha Is an unofficial member of Toman. The uniform she wears isn't her school's uniform, it's a custom one in Toman colors that Mitsuya made for her. She doesn't wear the ribbon around her neck anymore because once when she got in a fight someone grabbed it and nearly cost her the fight. The only reason she isn't an official member despite Mikey insistence, since she's a pretty decent fighter, is because she hates violence due to her childhood.

😵Shion is afraid of heights.

🚚Kisaki can't smoke because he has asthma. Every time he went to the Valhalla Arcade to talk strategy, he always made Hanma come outside to the back of the building so he doesn't die from the secondhand smoke. Hanma thinks it's funny.

🚬Hanma is left-handed. Also didn't get his Sin and Punishment tattoos bc of the Dostoevsky novel but because of the Nintendo 64 game lmao.

🎴Izana wants to learn how to play every Gackt song on his acoustic guitar.

💤Ran has dated more foreign girls than Japanese girls. Mostly Singaporean(a lot of rich Singaporeans club in Roppongi), Russian(a lot of Russian models come to Japan for work), and Korean(A lot of Korean tourists due to proximity) girls. He wants to try and date a French girl someday (he romanticizes Paris and France like a lot of young Japanese ppl do). He's enamored with foreign pop culture and is in his Passport Bro era lmaoooo, it's why he wants to be a foreign celebrity. And it's easy for him to find foreign girls to date bc Roppongi is popular with foreigners in general.

🎶Rindou is secretly a huge romantic and feels extremely pressured to be a playboy bc of his and his brothers' reputation. A lot of things most boyfriends would find a pain in the ass to do, Rindou actually looks forward to doing for his future girlfriend one day.

💊Sanzu: "While u were out partying w da Haitanis, I studied the blade."

jk jk but I hc that's he's actually a chuunibyou, he just hides it really well. Has whole shonen manga monologues in his head.

🐉Draken dawg HATES anko w a passion and can't stand it. Mikey's love for it is torture to him.

👠Inupi i saw a hc once that his red flag is that he's rude to the waitstaff and I laughed for 5 min straight because why can I see it???? lmao???

That aside I hc that he loves swimming and water in general. Like, in the timelines he ends up being a Yakuza he definitely made sure his penthouse had the fanciest infinity pool complete with custom lights, heating, a built in stone wall on the side that has a flatscreen TV, different connected sections w different elevations, etc.

💴Koko is half Chinese, from his mom's side. She's from the mainland, specifically Henan province and born in it's capital Zhengzhou. He's very proud of his heritage.

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Anyone got any matching hcs lol?

[simplyalicee]

Sleepy Teacher

Miss Circle x GN!Reader

You held your papers to your chest, your heels clicking against the hard, tile floor of the hallway. The gentle sounds of your footsteps filled the silence that swept around you. Various flyers decorated the plain walls that were grey and gloomy. You'd occasionally come across a few drawings here and there from students. But aside from that, the design was simple.

You marked your way to the teacher's lounge, your stomach rumbling for some needed food.

You forgot to pack lunch.

You couldn't help it.

You taught your class as usual. Gave a two to three week unit, hand them a study guide, and test them the next day. It was a lot of papers to grade for a single teacher. You feared falling behind, so you spent hours at night trying to grade what you could. And so far, you've only managed to grade half of what was needed to be done. Not to mention that you also hadn't updated your lesson plans yet.

You took a seat at a table, the room empty. You placed the packets of papers on the desk and rubbed your temple. Your head throbbed with excruciating pain. You felt like crying. But you were a teacher. You signed up for this amount of stress, so you resorted to sucking it up with a sigh. After a minute of collecting your thoughts, you grabbed out your pen and began to grade the papers.

Time felt slow, and you grew more tired by the second. Sleep deprivation overwhelmed you and your thinking process. You spent 20 of the 35 minutes of lunch trying to grade a single packet. Your thought process was slowed down that you hadn't registered someone walking in the room.

"Mx. Y/N?" A soft, Japanese accent filled your ears, and you flinched, nearly dropping your pen. You turned your head around to see Miss Circle standing in the doorway.

"Goodness, you nearly scared me to death," you frowned.

"I called your name twice," her eyes narrowed at you.

"You did?"

"I did."

"But I didn't hear you. And since when did you come in?"

Miss Circle didn't say a word. Her eyes stared into your soul, and you knew right away that she caught on to your habits. This wasn't the first time she's found out about your lack of sleep. And unfortunately, she was not real happy about it. Her footsteps clicked against the floor as she made her way to you.

"How much sleep did you get this time?" She asked with a stern tone. You stared at her with visible confusion. You were zoned out until she had to tap your shoulder to get your attention. You simply tilted your head and stared. Miss Circle scoffed lightly.

"How do you expect to be a good role model when you can't even take proper care of yourself?"

"I do take care of yourself," you retorted.

"Then why are you staying up late?"

You stood silent, unsure of what to say or how to respond. You simply shook your head and went back to trying to grade papers. Miss Circle frowned in disapproval. She sat down next to you and lifted your chin up, turning your head to look at her.

"This isn't good for you, you know that by now. If you keep this up, I'll turn you in to the principle—"

"No, please don't!" You protested.

"But I will with the way you're neglecting your sleep. Papers shouldn't be over your top priority."

You stood silent, the feeling of dread washed over you. You hated how caring she was about you. You could handle a few hours of sleep, you thought. You crossed your arms and turned your head away from Miss Circle. Her fingers lightly tap against the table.

"And I'm assuming you didn't pack your lunch either?" She asked. Your eyes widened, and you stood silent. You felt her eyes glare down at you as your silence was obvious enough. Miss Circle mumbled a few words underneath her breath as she went through her lunch bag and pulled out a container with a sliced sandwich. She handed you the bag in front of you and reached over to take away the papers stacked in front of you. You glanced at her and groaned to yourself.

"You really don't need to," you mumbled.

"Oh, but I insist," she whispered back in a hushed but angry tone. "I'm not giving you a choice. Eat."

You shook your head. "No. Come on, seriously. I really need to grade those papers."

"Absolutely not. These papers can wait. Eat the sandwich, and I'll give them back to you."

You snarled in frustration. You were too tired, so you just slammed your head against the table with your arms folded. Miss Circle stared at you for one moment, her eyes narrowed down at you. After a moment of glaring, her gaze softens. She places the papers down beside her and presses her hand on top of yours.

"Listen, I'm not trying to be mean. I'm just worried about you, okay? This isn't healthy for you. You can get yourself sick, you know."

"I know," you sighed. "But it's almost summer break. I can't slack off. The students are stressed enough as it is."

"And so are you. They're not the only ones dealing with stress," she reassured.

"..I'm so tired," you whispered, your vision getting blurry.

"I know you are,"

Miss Circle was about to continue her sentence. But you lifted your head up from the desk, leaned in, and leaned your head against her shoulder. You were tired to notice, but Miss Circle froze with shock and felt her face flush. She stood still and allowed you to lean against her, unsure of what to do. Finally, she wraps her arm around you and holds you close to her.

"Uhm, Y/N?" She gently called out. Nothing. She tilted her head, only to see that your eyes were closed. You fell asleep on her. Miss Circle was flustered, but she held you close. Using her foot, she pulled your chair closer and made you lean on her. You looked so peaceful. Your breathing was steady. You felt at peace. Miss Circle couldn't help but feel her heart swell with adoration.

This was okay. Next hour was her planning period anyway. She didn't mind this, not one bit. Miss Circle kept you close, her fingers gently trailing against your skin that left goosebumps in their wake.

"I suppose a few minutes wouldn't hurt," she whispered, her lips curling into a smile the longer her gaze stayed at yours. She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

How sweet. ♡

☆------☆

I wrote this at 11 pm. It's not the greatest, but I hope this is well for you. ♡

[hawkatana]

So, given everything that's happened in recent hours, I thought I might give people who don't know about Gundam some stuff to learn about. Hopefully I can give a balanced and not-racist take like some people.

What is Gundam?

Created by Yoshiyuki Tomino with help by Yoshikazu Yasuhiko and animated by the studio Sunrise (currently Bandai Namco Animation, though I refuse to call them that), the original Mobile Suit Gundam released in 1979 to initially-limited success, though would gain popularity through a combination of fujoshis shipping the characters, the sale of plastic model kits referred to as "Gunpla" and a recut of the series into three compilation movies throughout the early 80's. And as of 2024 is the 66th highest-grossing media franchise of all time, beating out Scooby Doo, Minecraft and the Simpsons.

Also, I'm pretty sure it's what sparked Japanese sci-fi's obsession with O'Neill Cylinders.

The original anime takes place in the year 0079 of the Universal Century, where the Principality of Zeon: a nation composed of orbital space colonies declares a war of independence against the Earth Federation. This "One Year War" has already claimed half the human population by series start and is waged through the use of "Mobile Suits": bipedal mecha powered by a fusion reactor capable of effectively fighting out in the reaches of space.

Main character Amuro Ray is the son of a Federation engineer who lives in an out-of-the-way space colony, though soon finds his home under attack by a Zeon infiltration. After finding the secret Mobile Suit project his father was working on: the RX-78-2 Gundam, he fights off the Zeon invaders, though finds himself and a bunch of other kids conscripted by the Federation to fight the forces of Zeon aboard the ship the White Base. Throughout his journey, Amuro and the Gundam fight many battles against Zeon, including against their mysterious masked ace pilot Char Aznable.

The series was responsible for the codification (but not creation, people get this wrong all the time) of the "Real Robot" subgenre of mecha, where the robots were relatively more realistic and used as weapons of war as opposed to the more fantastical "Super Robot" subgenre pioneered by Mazinger Z and Getter Robo.

A major theme of the show, and the franchise as a whole is "War is bad", as demonstrated through this meme:

Yes, this is the original version of this meme format.

Anyway, Tomino, a renowned pacifist who grew up in the shadow of Japan's involvement in WW2 tried to use his platform as an anime director to try and tell a story that would get people to realise war's futility and brutality.

So I hear you asking, "That's nice and all, but what about the space lesbians who beat Destiel on their home turf?" Well, let's get into that.

What is the Witch From Mercury?

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury, or "G-Witch" for short is one of the more recent entries in the Gundam Franchise and a (very) loose adaptation of William Shakespeare's The Tempest. Set in the year 122 Ad Stella, the solar system is under the de facto control of the Benerit Group: a megacorporation with borderline-medieval internal politics that maintains a system of capitalism that benefits Spacians at the expense of those who live on Earth.

Main heroine Suletta Mercury enrolls at Asticassia School of Technology owned by the Benrit Group at the behest of her mother: CEO Prospera Mercury of the Mercury-based Shin Sei Development Corporation, and wins a Mobile Suit duel against a bully in her own MS: the Gundam Aerial. This however means she has now won the hand in marriage of daughter of the Benerit Group CEO: Miorine Rembran, beginning a series of consequences that shape the very political landscape of the solar system.

G-Witch was a massive hit, both critically and commercially. The first episode: the Witch and the Bride attracting record numbers for the studio and the Gunpla kit for the Aerial is currently the best-selling Gunpla kit ever.

Contrary to popular belief, G-Witch is not the first piece of Gundam media to feature a female protagonist. That honour would go to the 2002 Japan-only manga École du Ciel, nor would it have the first queer main character, which goes to 1999's Turn-A Gundam (and if you were to ask any fan of the series, they'd so it goes back to the very beginning). But it became notable for its lesbian representation in anime (in spite of Sunrise's attempts to downplay it, to the anger of the director, writer, producer, artists, animators, cast, fans and even their own parent company Bandai Namco who forced them to back off).

One thing I need to clarify: You don't need to have watched the original series to enjoy G-Witch. They're not even in the same continuity.

So if you're interested in the series and you've only watched G-Witch, I'll give out three recommendations for you all to enjoy:

Mobile Suit Gundam 00

Gundam 00 takes place in the year 2307 (the only series to use our own calendar), where the world is divided between three global superpowers: The Union of Free & Solar Nations (The Americas, Australia, New Zealand and Japan), the Human Reform League (China, South, East, Southeast and Central Asia) and the Advanced European Union (all of Europe, including all of Russia west of the Urals) who each control a space elevator near the equator and wage proxy-wars in Africa and the Middle-East over Earth's dwindling resources. This eventually culminates in the emergence of Celestial Being: a terrorist group consisting of Setsuna F. Seiei, Lockon Stratos, Allelujah Haptism and Tierria Erde, all of whom use powerful "Gundam" Mobile Suits and try to forcefully impose global peace on the Earth.

00 is pretty slow-paced and is more about the world than the individual characters, but said characters are really well-written, especially the characters from the three power blocs who are the de facto protagonists as they try to stop what are in their eyes a bunch of crazed terrorists preaching a hypocritical and incoherent ideology of "peace through force".

And to address the elephant in the room, this series is VERY post-9/11. Constant talks about terrorism, proxy-conflicts in the global south (especially the Middle-East), religious extremism, dwindling resources and the wars fought over them. While the franchise has always been political and of-its-time, you can just tell 00 was made in the mid-2000's. Again, it's good. But just something to keep in mind.

Turn-A Gundam

Turn-A Gundam is one of the weirder elements of the franchise for a myriad of reasons. Not the least of which being its unique setting taking inspiration from the famous sci-fi novel War of the Worlds.

In the Year 2345 of the Correct Century, human civilisation is at a level of technology reminiscent of the late-19th/early 20th centuries, save for the Moonrace on... well, the moon. As part of their queen Diana Soreil's plan to reintegrate both Lunar and Terran societies, several scouts are sent to the planet to set up their return to the planet. One such scout: Loran Cehack integrates into Terran society as a driver for the wealthy Heim family, though at a coming of age ceremony for the family's second daughter, a member of the Moonrace attacks the technologically-inferior Terrans. However, a mysterious mustached statue breaks apart to reveal a "White Doll": the Turn-A Gundam, allowing Loran to fend off the invaders. rest of the series becomes more of a mystery to how the supposedly-peace loving Moonrace could allow of such brutality.

The setting of the Correct Century timeline alone is one of the draws of Turn-A, though its excellent characters and compelling mystery also help a lot.

I do however have two warnings for people interested in watching it. The first is that this series was never dubbed. While it did receive an official sub in 2015, there still isn't a dub for the series. So if that bothers you, there's your warning.

The other is that there's a pretty big twist in the latter part of the series that while I will not spoil it here, it's such a big deal that I can't not mention it. It doesn't make any sense, and it actively detracts from not just the series, but the whole franchise. You'll know it when you see it. It doesn't ruin my enjoyment, but a lot of people don't like Turn-A for that alone.

Mobile Fighter G Gundam

Favourite entry. Don't care. It's peak.

In the Year 60 of the Future Century, war has been abandoned by the nations of humanity in favour of the Gundam fight: a quad-annual fighting tournament between Gundams representative of the countries of the world where the winner rules space until the next Gundam fight, all while leaving the Earth ecologically devastated in the fighting. Neo-Japan's Gundam Fighter: Domon Kasshu arrives on Earth seeking information on his older brother Kyoji, who killed their mother and led to their father's arrest before stealing the experimental Devil Gundam to Earth, beating up every Gundam Fighter in his way. However, he eventually learns of far more dangerous revelations about the incident.

G Gundam is to put it bluntly: bat-shit insane. And I love it. It basically took a look at the then-stagnating franchise in the wake of the wet fart that was Victory Gundam and said "I know what can save this franchise, Bruce Lee movies!" And it somehow worked.

Word of advice: watch it dubbed. Mark Gatha absolutely kills it as Domon every time, and puts just the right amount of ham into every line.

So yeah, that's some stuff on Gundam. This was a long post to write out. I'm gonna take a break now.

[girlsloveupdates]

Hi, there!

I was wondering if you had some sort of a list of long-lenght GL movies from any Asian country. I've either found short films on GagaOOLala, or very few titles at all.

Hi! There are lots of movies and many good lists to find online, especially on Letterboxd. Here are some I’ve watched and would recommend:

Blue (2002), dir. Hiroshi Ando

An introverted schoolgirl falls in love and starts a relationship with one of her classmates. Set in a small seaside town in Japan.

Saving Face (2004), dir. Alice Woo

A Chinese-American lesbian and her traditionalist mother are reluctant to go public with secret loves that clash against cultural expectations.

The Handmaiden (2016), dir. Park Chan-wook

In 1930s Korea, a swindler and a young woman pose as a Japanese count and a handmaiden to seduce a Japanese heiress and steal her fortune.

Billie & Emma (2018), dir. Samantha Lee

Billie, a teenage rockstar, moves to the province and meets Emma, a model and almost perfect example of a good daughter. They go through the experience of first love.

Moonlit Winter (2019), dir. Lim Dae-hyung

The arrival of an intimate letter prompts a young woman to bring her mother on vacation to a small Japanese town, where someone special resides.

Badhaai Do (2022), dir. Harshavardhan Kulkarni

A gay cop and a lesbian teacher enter a sham marriage to pacify their families but find that relationships — both real and fake — aren’t all that easy.

Maja Ma (2022), dir. Anand Tiwari

A rumour about an unassuming housewife threatens to disrupt her middle-class family’s life on the eve of her son’s engagement.

Rookie (2023), dir. Samantha Lee

An awkward 6-footer teen is forced to learn and play volleyball half-heartedly when the Catholic school she transferred to did not have a basketball team. Everything changes when she meets her star player.

[davetada]

Amanda

North Hollywood, CA

[slavonicrhapsody]

sorry if this was asked before/you already discussed it, but I am curious how do you headcanon birth order of Carian siblings (i.e. who is the youngest/oldest/middle child)

Ranni is actually directly stated in the game to be the youngest of the three! In Rogier’s original Japanese dialogue, the word he uses for “sister” in the phrase “sister to General Radahn and Praetor Rykard” is specifically the word for “younger sister,” and unfortunately this nuance is lost in the English translation.

As for Radahn and Rykard, it’s never directly stated who is older, and as far as I’m concerned, it’s possible for either of them to be the oldest. However, after playing the DLC, I really got the impression that Radahn was the oldest of the three from all the new pieces of information about him?

First of all, we know that Messmer was an elder brother figure to him. From Commander Gaius’s remembrance, “Both were as elder brothers to the lion.”

and we also know that Miquella and Malenia looked up to him:

“In their childhood, Miquella saw in Radahn a lord. His strength, and his kindness, that stood in stark contrast with their afflicted selves.”

The DLC is littered with mentions of Radahn in relation to his half-siblings, but Rykard and Ranni (who we know is the youngest) never get a mention (unless Radahn was only singled out to preview his appearance at the end of the DLC. lol. honestly likely). This gives the impression that Rykard was less relevant to the goings on of the wider family… if that’s true, then Rykard is either antisocial, avoiding his half-siblings and only liking his full siblings (which I kind of doubt, because his similarities to Messmer seem pretty intentional and I’d be shocked if he never interacted with him), or Rykard and Ranni were like, too young to hang out with the cool older kids and also not old enough that their younger half-siblings would look up to them as much (not that Rykard was probably ever a good role model… lmao).

I also feel like Rykard seemingly not having been close to Messmer, and yet having basically copied his entire aesthetic, might point to the one-sided admiration of a stepbrother too young to really have bonded with him? and also, knowing Miquella and Malenia looked up to Radahn as a strong older brother, this might contextualize Rykard’s painting of Radahn above his fireplace in the same sense?

In general, all the references seem to give an impression of Radahn being like, the premiere son of Radagon. I think it’s also worth mentioning that every time the three siblings are mentioned together (by Morgott, or by Rogier for example), Radahn is always mentioned first.

Nothing I’ve said here actually definitively proves anything! Radahn could definitely still be younger than Rykard. I just came out of the DLC with a huge vibe that he was the oldest of the three! and I’ve always thought middle child Rykard was fitting for him lol.

I also asked my younger sister her opinion, and she said, “younger siblings have a penchant for torture.” so there you have it

[juusauce]

Angel Baby (ft. Kurolisa)

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. All the characters in the story are from Haruichi Furudate’s manga, Haikyuu, and the author creates some characters. Some places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

The mentioned characters are not mine, credit to Furudate Haruichi.

If you hate my ship, please stop reading; I don’t want to block readers, so please be respectful.

Ⓒjuusauce - do not copy, paste, or translate my works anywhere.

NOTES: inspired from the song of Troye Sivan’s Angel Baby & Jonaxx' TBIP, timeskip age

Inspired by the ones created by @maysdigitalarts

SUMMARY: Kuroo Tetsurou thought love didn't exist, but when he met this strange girl, an angel-like Alisa Haiba, everything changed. Is everything he does for her motivated only by his desire for her, or is he truly in love with her?

made by @saradika

I am one of those who does not believe in love. After my parents separated, I began to feel that love did not last forever. My mother was found cheating with a younger colleague at work, according to my elder brother. And she was the first lady to break my heart. It was the reason I loathed women. I don't take relationships seriously. I get satisfaction from playing with women's hearts.

"Bro, check this out," Tooru said as he switched his phone to mine. "She's sexy as hell."

Tooru's habit is to check out some hot ladies on Instagram.

"She's quite hot, huh?"

I sipped my coffee quietly as I shifted my gaze to the documents on the table. I almost forgot I still had work to do.

Shit! I massaged my temples. My job has been causing me stress. After my father resigned as CEO, the sudden dumping of everything on me caused me to stop going to parties and seeing my women, leaving me completely stunned.

"Do you have a problem?" he asked softly as he patted my back.

I sighed and looked at him. 

"Is it about women again?" I groaned. "It's not about them, but about this," I said, pointing to the documents piled on my table.

He patted me on the back. "Don't stress yourself out; come on, relax for a while."

Now I massaged my throbbing fucking head. I sighed, wondering where I could be.

"Tsk!" I checked my watch and it was almost 7:30 a.m. Damn it! I have a meeting in 45 minutes. How could I possibly get there on time? I'm not feeling well after last night's drinking party.

When I turned to my side, I noticed a woman sleeping next to me. So she’s the girl I bedded last night? Hmm, not bad at all but I don’t need to bother about her. I’m already finished with her, anyway.

I’m tip toeing as I walk slowly, carefully not making any noise as I’m trying to leave her room. I hurriedly packed and wore my clothes. I didn’t bother to glance at her as I hastily went to my car. When I reached outside, I immediately searched for my car. But damn it! I can’t find it!

Tsk! Where the hell did I park it? But suddenly, I saw the truck start towing my car. I shouted several times but the towing truck did not stop. I would be late today. Shit!

I ran closer to the upcoming taxi but suddenly someone stopped me from opening its door.

“I hold it first.” she angrily said.

“What are you talking about? I’ve been waiting for a taxi cab for an hour.”

“I have to get in first. I’m late for the audition.”

“And I’m late for my mee—” she didn’t let me finish what I said and took the taxi cab.

What the fuck?

I’m really in a bad mood today, a lot of things happened to me, including my headache, to the girl I bedded with, my car and the worst of all, that girl I randomly met along the way, she was the reason why I’m too late today. Damn it!

After our meeting, I immediately went straight to my office, to start doing the work I needed to do.

I groaned as I checked each model’s profile. I sighed and massaged my temple. This is stressing the hell out of me. Honestly, I would prefer partying and having fun with women than sitting here and checking these damn profiles.

But I stopped when I saw a familiar face. I smirked when I remembered what happened earlier, this girl told me she was gonna be late for the audition. 

Hmm, so she is Alisa Haiba. I smiled at the plan I had in mind. I leaned my back on the chair and I brushed my index finger on my lips while reading her profile.

She looks so interesting, huh?

I bit my lip as I scanned her portfolio. She’s really beautiful and sexy, huh? 

Even though I wasn’t part of the judging team of the audition, they let me inside the room. I quietly sat on my chair while I waited for the next candidate to enter. Honestly, this is the first time I sat here.

“Miss Alisa Haiba, you’re next.”

My eyes shifted to the door where she stood. She stiffened when our eyes met. You remember me, huh? 

I lowered my head pretending to read her profile just to hide my smirk.

“Okay, Miss Alisa Haiba.” I read her name sensually, looking at her intently from head to toe and then back to her face.

“Hmm?” I leaned on my chair while my legs were leg-lock. “Move closer…”

Her eyes widened because of my request. I smirked as if I won a game. 

“Turn around.”

She wanted to say something but I didn’t let her speak.

“Miss Haiba, I don’t want to waste my time. Do what I say.”

She hesitated, and yet she turned around, I smirked again. I can’t stop smirking just because of the sight of her. She got both big boobs and butt, a small waist and an angelic face. 

I shut my eyes. Damn it! Tetsurou, be professional! Don’t be such a dick here!

“Turn around again and face us.” I intertwined my hands as I leaned my elbow on the table. 

I couldn’t help but smile when she faced us.

“I want you…” I said it while looking at her intently. She gasped as she averted her eyes, avoiding my gaze. 

I laughed to lighten the atmosphere between us. “You’re accepted—”

“What?!” Miwa looked so angry at me, the edge of my lips lifted, forming a smirk as I faced her.

“What’s the problem?”

“You’re asking me that? Seriously, Kuroo? You accepted this girl! She didn’t even reach the stand—”

“What’s wrong with her? She has an angelic and sexy body, so why not accept her right away?” Her lips parted, she couldn’t believe what I’m saying.

I didn’t let her talk again and asked my secretary about the contract signing for Alisa.

Every time she is in front of the camera. I can see the passion in her eyes. Posing as if no one’s looking at her.

When our eyes met, she looked so conscious about herself but kept herself composed. One of my brows raised. Trying to be tough, huh? 

I smirked. 

“So, are you interested in this girl, huh?” Tooru mumbled, standing right next to me.

“She got a pretty and innocent face…” he smirked, looking back and forth between me and Alisa. “You change your preferences, huh?”

“Shut up! I’m just checking here if everything’s okay. And the hell! I’m not interested in her.”

He smirked. “Geez! You’re too obvious, man.”

I groaned. “Oh? Shut up!” he chuckled, teasingly looking at me.

“Why don’t you admit that she already got you, huh?” he put his hand on his chin and smirked at me. “Because of pride?”

“What are you talking about?” I shake my head in disbelief, I couldn’t believe he said that. Me? Interested in her? Hell, no!

“You did great, Alisa.” He casually said it. She shyly smiled at him. I got irritated when Tooru tried to flirt with her. I called his attention. “We got to go now.”

“Huh? Where are we going now?” he looked confused but later on there was a smirk on his face. I got irritated by the way he looked at me.

“Oh? Someone’s jealous here.” he chirped. I glared at him but he just shrugged it off.

“Bye, miss beautifu—aw!” I elbowed him but he just laughed and then he winked at her.

Did she give him a shy smile? What the hell?! Is she flirting back at him? Tsk! What a pity girl, too naïve about everything.

My eyes darted at the big led tv screen. I saw her again but this time I am looking at the advertisement flashing on the tv screen. My heart suddenly pumped against my chest. What was this? Because of frustration, I brushed my palm to my face.

When I looked back at the screen again, I saw her expressive eyes. It looked like she was looking at me while her lips showed a mischievous smile, and my pants tightened. 

Fuck! I was aroused because of that?

Oh! Com’on Tetsurou, how many days since the last time you had sex? I sighed.

I’ve been on a diet for almost a week! Maybe that’s why I’m too horny tonight. I think I need to go to the bar to find someone where I can release my heat. But I’m not in the mood. The hell!

I gritted my teeth, annoyed while searching on the internet. I couldn’t find any further information about Alisa, so I dialed Kenma’s number.

“What now?” Kenma languidly asked me from the other line.

“I have a favor to ask you.”

“What?”

“I want you to investigate everything about Alisa Haiba.”

“Oh? A woman…” Amusement was in his voice. “Another chick, huh?”

I frowned. “Stop interrogating me. Just do your job.”

I heard him laugh. “Fine. Whatever, motherfucker!”

If tabloids won’t tell me about you, then let’s do some dirty work, baby.

She looked so shy and nervous right now, in contrast to how fierce and shameless she is on the camera. 

Every time she looked in my direction, she would immediately avoid my gaze. Is she trying to ignore me? I grinned. Do you think you could get me through those old tricks of yours? Good luck, miss.

I stood and went near the group of women where Miwa was in. They laughed and it got me irritated by what I heard. They looked surprised, especially her, when I butt in at their conversation.

“Ladies, excuse me, may I know what you were talking about, hmm?” I smiled at them to hide my annoyance.

They looked at each other and then looked at me awkwardly. “O-oh? It’s nothing. Uhh, that was all about girly talk, right girls?”

I smiled at them again.

“Did you know, it’s not good for elite women to talk behind other people’s lives.” they looked so pale, bull’s eye! I smirked at them as I excused myself.

I could see from where I was sitting how those filthy men were touching her legs. She looked so nervous but by the way, she brushed it off, not minding their touches and explicit remarks, it got me more irritated.

So it was true, that she’s a prostitute? And what Miwa's circle of friends said were true? Well, as a matter of fact, what else can I expect from a woman like her? She has a brother to support. Maybe, because of poverty, she was forced to do that, to have money.

“So that was true, huh?” I smirked.

“Huh?”

“Models are escorts too, right? Are you denying it?” I laughed without humor. “But look, why does it seem like you’re one of them?” I said it, intently to hurt her. Somehow, it made me lose my temper. I got irritated when I saw how her eyes panicked.

“Excuse me? What did you—”

“Trying to stay innocent, huh? Did you receive a payment for allowing them to touch you? Did you agree to meet them after this party?”

I shouldn’t flinch. But damn!  I saw her tears falling. I shouldn’t care if she was hurt by my insult, right? But what if she was trying to be innocent? Damn it!

“Hey, man—Oh? Alisa, what happened?” Tooru asked her and he looked suspiciously at me. “Don’t tell me—”

“Don’t cry as if you didn’t let them touch you.”

“Tetsurou!” He exclaimed. “Wait? Did I miss something here?” He coaxed her.

I gritted my teeth. 

“Tooru, stay out of this! This has nothing to do with you!”

“But—”

“I said, stay out of this motherfucker!”

I saw how her eyes looked at Tooru pleadingly, with a tear over it. It’s like she’s trying to show us that she’s about to cry. Damn it! Damn it! She’s not only good at seducing men but also a good actress huh?

“I guess it’s right, isn’t it?” I was fuming mad while looking at her.

“I was trying not to make a scene—”

“Trying not to make a scene or did you just like how they touched you?”

Tooru gasped but I didn’t let him speak. I glared at her. I don’t know if I was mad because she let those fucking perverted old geezer or I was mad because she was pleading at Tooru or I was mad at myself? Damn… damn it!

“I don’t like—”

“Oh? Really?” I snorted with laughter, it was full of sarcasm. “Or did you swallow your pride for the sake of money?” I shut my eyes and scolded myself in my mind. I am confused about how I should feel.

“That’s enough, Tetsurou!”

After I said those words, I felt cold in my stomach. Something about my insults and the way her eyes glistened, made me feel guilty. It’s like she’s not lying, those glistening eyes were the evidence that she was hurt by what I’ve said.

Stop thinking about it, Tetsurou! I’ve been in the business for years and I already know how to distinguish liars from those who are telling the truth. She deserves my insults. Honestly, it was not enough. A woman like her was just like my mother, a whore, a slut or whatever they called it. Acting pity to manipulate men, huh? Do you think it will work for me? Sorry to disappoint you, but it won’t work for me.

“What’s your problem, Tetsurou?” Tooru asked me after Alisa left.

I’m just interrogating her but she was insisting that she was innocent. Tch! What a liar.

“She was acting pure and denying that she’s not an escort—”

He laughed full of sarcasm. “Seriously, Tetsurou? And so what? If she’s an escort, then it’s none of your business.”

“You’re acting like a protective boyfriend here.” He shook his head.

I stopped and realized what I was fucking doing earlier. What the fuckery was that?!! Does it have to do with me? Honestly, it doesn’t. Why the fucking hell I was so annoyed, huh? That was none of my fucking business! But I was hella fuck up, I was annoyed, her, trying to be looked innocent even though she was not!

I glanced at where she was, more annoyed and irritated.

She both has a pretty face and a sexy body, a body that men could die for. She has an hourglass figure, a thin waist, long legs and both of her breasts and ass are huge.

Those men who love paying for sex would like her so much. She would easily be all men’s fantasy with that innocent face, soft expressive green eyes, perfect heart-shaped lips and a sexy body of hers.

I gritted my teeth when I thought about it. Innocent, my ass. She may look like an angel but she’s not innocent like what she’s claiming to be. I couldn’t even imagine her high school or college years with boys making passes at her like a ball. I’m sure those fucking bastard youngsters were too crazy about her for that kind of face and body, right? And don’t tell me, she didn’t like any one of them?

Wait, what?!! Why the hell do I bother thinking about that, anyway? The hell do I care about that!

I was inside of my car, calling my secretary as I looked around, my eyes glued to the restaurant near me.

My eyes widened when I saw Alisa get off the van. Two men went with her, and one of them was Mr. Kazuhito Hyakuzawa, a well-known politician, entrepreneur and investor. He’s notorious for taking models with him and becoming their “sponsor”. That old man is doing dirty work again and his victim today is none other than Alisa. Fuck!

I gritted my teeth, not minding what my secretary told me. I’m completely distracted so I told her something came up and I will call her later. Before she could speak, I ended the call and started walking toward the restaurant.

I almost lost my temper when the valet’s restaurant blocked my way. He asked me about my car so I annoyingly gestured where I parked it. After that, I immediately went inside the restaurant.

“What the fuck is she wearing?” I angrily mumbled it.

Back then, I didn’t care about women’s clothes. I’ve seen a lot of women wear more revealing clothes than her but I was really bothered about it. Maybe it was because of her body, making her clothes look so small for her size or I wasn’t used to seeing her in a dress like that. Shit! But whatever! I shouldn’t be bothered, right?

As she absentmindedly pulled the hem of her very short skirt, it looked like she was uncomfortable. In just a simple movement, her panties would reveal and her breast would spill out from it.

I frowned as I lined up behind her. She took off from the van with Mr. Kazuhito, wearing revealing and sexy clothes and they were near the hotel. Don’t tell me…ugh! Why am I bothered about it? It had nothing to do with me!

But that was so disappointing. Wait! Why should I feel disappointed and surprised about it? In the first place, she was not innocent, she was just trying to be.

“Why were you with him?” I repeatedly asked her, accused her of a lot of things and even insulted her.

I was curious about how she came into that situation? I overheard their conversation, and she promised him something. And what the hell was that? Did she back out because the payment was not enough? Did she regret it? She can’t bear to sleep with that old geezer so she backs out?

I got irritated more when her tears fell after I mercilessly interrogated her. I’m sure she’s doing that on purpose so I could feel sorry for her, but it didn’t work for me.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her eyelashes were too wet because of tears, and her cheeks and nose were both red. She sniffed, trying to make herself better.

What the fuck? I saved her from that filthy old man! And then what now? Why did I feel like I was the one who should feel guilty? Like, I’m the one who should be blamed for it. Wait, am I the one who pushed her to go there? In fact, she willingly went with that old geezer.

Part 2

[verysium]

some hcs abt the bllk boys doing modeling shoots as pro-players? (like what they’d model for and the ways they captivate their audiences and stuff)? ty and love ur works btw 💞💞🫡

idk why but this ask made my brain freeze up and refuse to write anything for 3 days, so apologies if this is late anon:

sae would be so done. i mean....he walked out on a literal interview, so what makes you think he won't walk out on a photoshoot? he probably hates the very idea of plastering his face all over billboards and magazines. but his manager said that he was in desperate need of good publicity, especially after that stunt he pulled with the last commercial endorsement. if sae was forced to model though, he'd definitely be as stiff as a board. no facial expressions whatsoever and always sticks to one pose. oftentimes, this involves him facing the wall and only showing half his face. if the photographer wants a full frontal, he's going to have to deal with sae's "i don't want to be here and i'm being held hostage" face. even if sae does try smiling, it looks more like a grimace. the only redeeming quality here is that he is good-looking. if you look at the official art, he doesn't even have to try to get all of you drooling over him. that face card does not decline. like ever. so the shoots usually wrap up pretty quickly because out of the 100 images taken, at least half are going to be usable. he's photogenic from any angle.

kaiser would strike a pose for everything, even his own mugshot. i picture him as that one johnny depp advertisement for dior sauvage. blue lighting. a silk blouse with the top button open to show off a sliver of his sculpted chest. his hair is slicked back with gel, and his knuckles are decorated with silver rings. the tattoo just pulls everything together. if not a perfume commercial, then i think he'd model for adidas or some other german brand (maybe even a beer company if he's old enough). i don't think he has any trouble with the actual modeling part of process. he knows how to flaunt himself. the only issue is that kaiser is a lazy perfectionist. he would show up late to the shoots and then stays even later just looking through the shots and choosing which ones to include. puts a lot of time and effort into things like this. after all, his image and his brand are important to him.

shidou would be sponsored by an energy drink brand. like red bull or monster. if not that, then axe body spray lol. as for modeling, i feel like he wouldn't be able to sit still. probably pulls out crazy poses that piss the photographers off on purpose. it always cracks me up how one of his first appearances in the manga is him being muzzled and restrained in a straitjacket inside blue lock's time-out zone. he's so chaotic. you would have to hold him down and shove the camera into his face to actually get a good shot. i also picture him wearing lots of black leather, maybe even silver jewelry (eg. studs, piercings). and of course, you can't forget the hot pink accents.

isagi would model for family-friendly brands. if not that, then just japanese brands in general. i imagine him doing skincare commercials for shiseido or maybe even participating in a campaign for UNIQLO. as for modeling, he would be awkward at first but then gradually get the hang of it. always thanks the team afterwards and is very mindful of the photographer's suggestions. everyone says he is a pleasure to work with.

rin would model for luxury watch brands like TAG heuer or IWC. maybe when he grows older and further develops his career, he might even become an ambassador for louis vuitton or bulgari. overall, his advertisements are very elegant and professional. only endorses high quality products. never looks at the shots afterwards because he hates looking at his own face. gets somewhat embarrassed when his mama points out his billboards and makes clippings of his magazine covers. he absolutely flipped when a brand suggested that he do a collaboration with his brother. so when this collaboration actually did take place, it was like a repeat of the whole messi-ronaldo photoshoot. they didn't actually meet on set. they were just photoshopped together into the same frame.

barou models for calvin klein. lots of denim and shirtless photos. all of the staff got nosebleeds, and his fanbase went wild when the issue was finally released. there's this one image his fans worship religiously where he's posing in his boxers and there's a clear shot of his abs and happy trail. (he's so hot wtf) there's also another shot that wasn't used cus a million people would've been deceased. he's standing there with his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans and wearing nothing underneath his denim jacket. his hair is also down, and his skin is all sun-kissed and golden.

reo models streetwear, and this is canon because he has the drip. honestly, his duality needs to be studied because he can go from high class gentleman to bad boy who wears chains and knuckle rings. he'd try all different sorts of styles, and he'd look good doing it. out of all the bllk boys, i feel like reo gets the most sponsorship deals because of his versatility. he does the styling, hair, makeup, posing, editing, etc. honestly, they need to hire him as a creative director already. nagi would tag along behind the scenes, but he'd end up scrolling on his phone the entire day.

[3liza]

the live2d commission market is about to crash. if that's your main area of income rn start diversifying because the lowest rungs of AI models are capable of generating a perfect model sheet about one in six throws already and it will be a matter of months before you can get a fully cut-up and ready-to-rig model in fifteen seconds for free, and it won't look like How to Draw Anime as a bonus. guaranteed there are already models being run privately that are doing this already. guaranteed there are multiple high end artists and vtubers already using mostly- or entirely-AI rigs already.

the subculture is completely unprepared to deal with this, I watched a bunch of "this artist SCAMMED their clients with AI!" videos by someone claiming to be an expert this weekend and without exception every "tell" she used to "prove" the drawing was AI generated (such as earlobes being unrealistic and not matching each other) was normal fuckups and bad drawing techniques I've been seeing in anime art both Western and Japanese for twenty years (because the medium doesn't prioritize anatomy or realism and never has). the dumbest arguments and cancellations imaginable are going to happen continuously for however long it takes for generic animu drawings to settle into lowest common denominator robot-replicable status in the public consciousness

to be clear I think it's unethical to tell someone you drew something by hand when you didn't and I personally would not sell commissions or any other art that way and don't approve of people scamming with free pictures they got from Bing AI. but we're going to have to face up to "world's most popular pulp art forms are the ones most correctly generated by the AI models because they have the most plentiful training data and especially when it almost all looks the same even when humans are doing it".

girl with very few exceptions for a very few particular artists with very distinct styles (Bing AI couldn't give me a decent Kaneoya Sachiko today) you do not actually care who drew the half nude 14 year old on that body pillow. be honest. you pretended to start caring about it for the first time this year and you will stop caring about it again soon

[seat-safety-switch]

How many times have you been thrown out of the Toto toilet museum in Fukuoka? I don't mean the showroom in Tokyo, any loud-mouthed moron can get pitched out on their ass by piping off to the salesman. It takes a true artisan to annoy the Glorious History of Pooping people enough that they decide to put you on the curb.

Usually, back home, this sort of thing would be accomplished with a poorly-maintained car. I'd roll up to the parking lot, and start arguing about some part that has dual purposes while my shitbox automobile diesels away in the parking lot. We'd bitch as the car slowly fills the air with blue as it stains the store's windows with the multitude of petrochemicals that used to – and still should – line the inside of the engine block. Eventually, the pressure of the argument would get to the person, and they'd deck me, or (better yet) call their manager to come and deck me.

Not so in Japan. They're much more polite, but realistically it's because I don't have my Volare with me. Why? They don't run so well underwater, internal combustion cars, and even the nastiest farm beater in this country is still in better shape than my finest automobile. Sure, there's a couple chickens living in this Honda Acty I found half-crushed underneath a decades-old mudslide, but they're busy eating the hornet nests in the back, so it all balances out. No, I got kicked out entirely on my own accord: by asking why the American Standard Champion Four can suck down an entire bucket of golf balls, but the $15,000 Toto Neorest 750H can't offer the same shit-devouring performance.

Bench racing, in my home country, is taken as sort of a laughable, joking kind of thing. You make fun of the other dude's Mustang, he shit-talks your Camaro, you both know in your heart that if you raced it would be pretty close. Then you can make excuses afterward. The sun was in my eyes. The shifter on these models is designed for comfort, not performance.

This kind of thing has not transferred to Japanese toilet manufacturing, let me tell you that. No sooner did I complete my insult of their Lamborghini-grade ultra-luxury toilet than a dude in a suit about twice my size picked me up with one hand, and carried me out of the museum and all the way to the airport without saying a word. I hope I haven't gotten banned from re-entry. I kind of liked that little van I was driving. Named all the chickens.