#Or maybe Sakyo

[jollyscribbles]

A3! Summer and Autumn charms!! Yippee!!!

[landofanimes]

Yu☆Yu☆Hakusho

They didn't title the episodes so I was thinking of some options (took a couple from the manga/anime):

The Spirit Detective (alternatively: Death & Rebirth)

The Three Youkai

Real Strenght

The Fox and The Dragon (Fox and Flames?)

Great Difference

[andro-dino]

personally I just think that everyone should be thinking about takanosuke shishiya and sakyo kurayami like all the time. is that because I am thinking about them like all the time? yes, but the point still stands

[purpldawne]

I REACHED MAX TAGS ON MY LAST POST COMPLAINING ABOUT DRAWING MY FAVS

[mxddyhero]

was brainrotting a3!Chicago with anzu and brain helpfully supplied omi mama morton 😳

[phosporo]

need to draw the older mankai members with gray streaks ohmygod this is actually eating me up. killinf me even

[crehador]

damn. images that make me want to redownload a3

[bambuwu-writes]

uk what, ive told myself that i want to answer every question of mankai march, so here we go!!

in terms of ocs, i actually have thought a little bit every now and again about izumi getting an assistant!! [this is kinda (totally) self insert-y BUT!! THATS OK!! WE'RE ALL JUST HAVING FUN AND BEING SILLY THATS WHAT THIS IS AB!!!] but it was originally mostly a way for me to think about what the actual stage directions and lighting/music cues and set changes would be like!! also partially bc at a certain point i realised izumi is straight up doing SO MUCH on her own for the first time so i really just wanted to reach into their world and go 'hi. hey queen. miss izumi. please give me ur clipboard and go take a nap. i will herd these cats from here <3'

Mankai March question 3!

We learned about everyone’s favorite character yesterday, now let’s learn about any characters you might have! Do you have any OCs or yumes for A3! ? Feel free to ramble about them!!

[osarina]

ᡣ𐭩 WICKED LOVE WILL LEAVE ME BLIND

FEATURING: dazai osamu

SUMMARY: dangerous games are played between you and dazai during one of the most important events of the year for the japanese underworld. you're never this risky, not when your reputation is on the line, but fuck being near him just seems draw out all of the worst in you.

(wordcount: 4.5k; ņsfw; fem!reader; port mafia member!reader, jealous!dazai, possessive!dazai, public sex, spitting, unprotected sex, gagging dazai w/your panties, switch!dazai, switch!reader. lmk if anything is missing!)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: WOOWWWWWWW u all can thank tumblr user mioblobby for this one, she sent in an ask 3 days ago and this consumed me so badly that i dropped all of my wips to write this. anyway, enjoy dazai & pmreader being absolute FREAKS in public

His gaze hasn’t left you once all night. You can feel it dark and heavy from where he’s leaning against a wall on the opposite side of the room, black coat hanging around his shoulders and a cold, unapproachable expression on his face, looking every bit the wraith people claim him to be. 

Chuuya is off somewhere to your side, smooth talking two of Mishima’s daughters, surely planning to end the night in one of their beds to get those loose lips moving about the meeting that their father had with Cao Xueqin of the Red Chamber two weeks ago, something he’s been unnervingly tight lipped about when Mori pried. 

You’re entertaining two of the younger members of Mishima’s upper echelon, Abe Kimifusa and Ibuse Masuji—they can’t be much older than you, early twenties max, and they’re delighted by the attention you’re giving them. Ibuse is half hanging off your shoulders, arm wrapped around you, too many drinks in as he leans in close and laughs at some comment Abe makes about one of their fellow executives. You smile idly as you listen, resting against him as you take in their words, trying to pretend to be engaged with the conversation to not give away how you’re hyper-focused on a certain black-haired executive in the distance. 

Usually, he would join you and Chuuya in your attempts to gather some easy intel on the Sun and Steel—that’s what he’s done the past year and a half, at least, targeting some of the older members of Mishima’s upper echelon who would sell half of their organs and their soul for a night with the untouchable Demon Prodigy. The thought leaves a bitter taste in your mouth now, knowing what he told you, but you still can’t help but be a little surprised that he’s not even trying to put up a facade of charm and wit, rather spending his time skulking in the shadows watching you, especially when his usual targets are so blatantly staring at him, waiting for him to make a move.

You think it’s hypocritical the way you’re so pleased over the fact that he’s not entertaining anyone tonight, because the thought of him letting any of those men drape themselves all over him like Ibuse currently is with you leaves a very sour taste in your mouth.

You also think that’s why you’re letting Ibuse take it as far as he has—to see Dazai get wound up about it. You don’t typically let people get touchy with you unless you plan on taking them to bed, and you have absolutely no intention of fucking Ibuse Masuji. He’s pretty enough with dark hair and a nice smile, but too stupid for your taste—maybe that’s a good thing though, if he’s already so loose-lipped now with only a few drinks in him, you can’t imagine how much he’d let slip in a post-orgasm induced haze.

You start to reconsider your decision on Ibuse, looking up at him contemplatively as he makes a snide comment about Kamatsu Sakyo—an older executive of the Sun and Steel, one of the ones you know have spent a night, or more, with Dazai, so your smile is a bit more genuine when you hear the way Ibuse drags him for being incompetent and useless.

“The older generation has to go,” Ibuse hisses, shaking his head as his arm tightens around you, leaning back against the wall. “They’re running us into the fucking ground. That fucker Kamatsu wants us to take that deal from the Red Chamber-”

“Masuji,” Abe warns, giving you a careful look, not as drunk as his companion. You raise your eyebrows at the comment from Ibuse, looking at him questioningly.

Ibuse waves off Abe haphazardly. “The Port Mafia did it right,” he says bluntly, taking another sip of his drink. “Wiped out the whole old regime after the previous boss died. That’s what the Boss should’ve done when he took over from his father. All of these old fucks need to drop dead.”

“The meeting with Xueqin went that poorly?” you ask casually, sure to keep the interest out of your tone as you look up at Ibuse.

“Don’t even get me started,” Ibuse scoffs. “That fucker wants-”

You’re careful to keep the irritation off your face when you hear the telltale sound of Mishima preparing to give his annual ‘thank you, fruitful alliances ahead!’ speech that always bores you to tears. Next to you, Ibuse sighs and pulls his arm off of you, pushing off the wall.

“We’ve gotta go up there with him. I’ll find you later?” he asks you, eyes a bit too hopeful, voice eager as he waits for your response.

“Definitely,” you say—the things you do for information.

With most of the attendees of the ball distracted by Mishima’s speech, you slip away to make your way over to the far corner where Dazai is waiting. Still, he tracks you—from the moment you make your subtle escape from the crowd until you’re standing right in front of him in the shadows where he’s lingering, his gaze remains trained on you, intense in a way that lets you know that he’s unhappy, if the way his jaw is tight didn’t.

“You’ve been having fun tonight,” he drawls, voice low as he looks down at you, arms folded across his chest.

“Is that what it seemed like?” you say lightly, taking a step closer, casting one last glance behind you to ensure that all eyes are pinned on Mishima before hooking your fingers into his belt loops to tug him closer to you. “At least I’m doing my job properly then.”

“It’s your job to let Mishima’s whore of an executive drape himself all over you?” Dazai tilts his head to the side, one hand sliding behind you to close the small distance between the two of you, leaving your chest pressed to his.

No, you let that drag on just because you could tell how irate Dazai was becoming over it, but Dazai doesn’t have to know that. So instead, you play coy.

“I have appearances to keep up,” you say, tilting your head up with a simpering smile, enjoying the way his gaze immediately darts down to your lips, lingering there before he has to forcibly drag it back up to your eyes. “You know that.”

“Yeah?” Dazai hums, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His gaze drifts above you. “Maybe I should be making more of an effort with appearances then, Kamatsu has had his eye on me all night.”

Your eye doesn’t twitch at his words, but your grip on his belt loops tightens. “You don’t want to play that game with me, Dazai,” you warn, keeping your voice deceptively mild.

“And why is that?” Dazai drawls, looking too smug for your liking as he looks down at you as if realizing how much his threat bothered you.

“Because I’ll win,” you say easily, fingers slipping from his belt loops to slide your hands up and down his sides before settling them on his slim hips, relishing in the way his lashes flutter at your touch. “You know that. It’s unlike you to pick losing battles.”

“I won’t lose,” Dazai says with a scoff, and you walk him backward until the back of his knees hit a chair, guiding him back to sit down in it as Mishima finally starts a long-winded speech that’s going to last at least twenty or thirty minutes.

You give Dazai another teasing smile as you stand in front of where he’s sitting, lifting your hand to his chin, tilting his face up toward you. You lean down, lips brushing his as you murmur, “You already have.”

“Have I?” Dazai asks, amused. He unconsciously leans forward to capture his lips with yours but you shift just out of reach before he can, raising your eyebrows pointedly at the annoyed look he gives you.

You make quick work of undoing his tie, slipping it from his neck before wrapping it loosely around your wrist, hyper aware of the way his gaze is trained sharply on your face, studying your every move. You bring your other hand back up to his face, cupping his cheek gently, and your breath catches as he leans into your touch, eye lidded as he looks up atwith you. He tilts his head to the side to press his lips against your palm, keeping eye contact as he lifts his hand to cover yours, shifting it so he can graze his lips against the pulse point on your wrist.

“You have,” you agree, grateful that your voice isn’t as breathless as you feel from the combined intensity of his gaze and his lips on your skin.

“How so?” Dazai looks entirely too smug, probably can feel the way your pulse is racing under his touch, and you itch to wipe the smugness right off of his face.

“I’m meeting Ibuse after this speech,” you tell him, now entirely too smug yourself as Dazai expression drops and goes icy, fingers stiffening from where his hand is still pressed over yours. “Need to get him to spill about the meeting with the Red Chamber, he already started getting into it before. If I get him alone, we’ll know everything we need.”

“Go ahead,” Dazai sounds deceptively calm, you’d almost believe he didn’t care if the look in his eye didn’t betray him, cold and promising bloodshed. “I’ll kill him.”

“You’ll start a war,” you say absently, the tips of your fingers brushing through his dark hair.

“I don’t care,” Dazai replies, and you know that he’s serious—it should worry you, he could throw all of your work with the Sun and Steel out the window in a split second, but instead you only find yourself giddy, tongue pressing behind your teeth and a smile curving at your lips as you look down at him.

“Careful, Dazai,” you breathe out, “almost sounds like you care.”

He does care, you know that and he knows that, but he refuses to admit it out loud. Refuses to put a label on anything between the two of you. You think it’s his way of maintaining some semblance of control over things; he thinks that if he actually admits what’s going on between the two of you, it’ll be a loss of control over himself that he can’t afford. 

As if threatening to start a gang war with the Mafia’s most important ally because you’re planning to sleep with someone for vital information isn’t a loss of control in itself. 

You also think it might have to do with the broken gasps he’d let out over the phone during the assassination plot on you a few weeks ago, when he thought that he’d miscalculated and they called his bluff, that they were going to get to you and no one was going to be able to get there in time to protect you. 

“Everything I never want to lose is always lost the moment I obtain it.”

You wonder, maybe, if he thinks that not making things official with you is his way of protecting both you and himself. 

But it’s fucking frustrating. It’s frustrating dealing with his hot and cold—days where he’s so clearly enamored with you, spending hours laid up with you admiring you while you do work, looking at you with eyes that should only be reserved for long time lovers, and then there are days where he can hardly bring himself to look at you, avoiding you at every given chance, cold and aloof. It’s frustrating, and it’s exhausting, you just want to be with him.

His eye darkens, jaw clicking at your words, but he doesn’t respond other than that.

You’re not sure what exactly compels you to take another step forward, you watch as his gaze tracks down to the low cut of your dress, as he shifts in his seat, legs spread, clearly withholding the urge to adjust himself in his pants. A dangerous thought crosses your mind, one that you know you should toss away because of where you are, how many people are just on the other side of the room, but you find your body moving before you can stop yourself.

You watch him inhale, gaze tracking down to where your hand has slipped into the high slit of your dress, casting one last look over your shoulder to make sure the two of you are at an angle that no one would be able to easily see you before pulling down your thin black panties—the ones you know he loves and wore just to see the way the pupil of his visible eye becomes blown wide at the sight of them, breath hitching.

You shift closer to him, balling them into your fist, one hand sliding behind the back of his head, fingers entwined with his dark hair as you tilt his head back, eyes tracing the exhilaration on his face as he looks up at you, realizing what you’re going to do, where you’re going to do it.

“You’re crazy,” he breathes out. The words are reverent, he speaks them in the same way you imagine he would tell you he loves you, it makes your breath catch. “Here? What're you gonna do if one of them looks over and sees you stuffed with my cock, hm? How're you gonna explain why you're full of cum when you go meet that clown?”

“You talk too much,” you note, stepping forward. “Open up.”

Dazai’s lips part instinctively, but before you stuff his mouth with your panties, you lean over him, fingers hooking around his bottom lip as you force his mouth a little wider, watching as his breath hitches and his lashes flutter when you spit right into his open mouth, swallowing it immediately. 

Your lips curl up as you lift the hand holding your panties, taking in an unsteady breath as he lets you push your panties between his lips; he lets out a muffled groan around them, eyes sliding shut as if savoring the taste of them. You shift your dress around slightly so you can comfortably straddle his thighs. His hands immediately fly to your waist, but you click your tongue lightly, pushing them off and sliding his tie around his wrists once you’ve got them behind his back.

He tilts his head to the side, giving you a heavy, judgmental look. He doesn’t even have to speak to know what he’s thinking: “You really think this is going to stop me?”

You give him a sweet smile, leaning in to graze your lips against his jaw, feeling the shaky breath he lets out around your panties. “If you free yourself from them,” you murmur, lips brushing his ear as you speak, “I’ll stop.”

You don’t wait for his reaction, directing your attention down toward his slacks, loosening his belt and unbuttoning his pants. You ease his cock out of his briefs, weight heavy in your hand, tip flushed pink and leaky. You give it an experimental pump, using his own precum as lube, and watch as he tilts his head back, giving a full body shudder.

“You’re so easy to rile up,” you sigh softly, shifting forward so that his cock slides between your slick folds, you press your lips to the underside of his jaw to smother the moan you almost let out when his tip catches on your clit. “I love it.”

You know he’s trying to shoot you a withering look, but the effects of it are severely diminished with how his face is flushed pink and his eyes are unfocused. You give him another saccharine smile, and that’s the only warning he gets before you’re sinking down on his cock. 

You can feel every inch of him stretching you open, filling you up until the tip of his cock is nudging right up against your cervix. It takes all of your self control to bite back the loud gasp that nearly rips from your lips, not wanting to have to bury your face in the crook of his neck just yet, watching as he lets out a choked noise that’s loud even with your panties stuffed in his mouth, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Careful,” you warn, leaning in to drag your lips up his neck to the corner of his lips. You lift one of your hands to hold the back of his head again, gripping his hair as you force him to look at you again, fingers tugging hard at his hair. His gaze is unfocused, lips parting as he heaves around your panties, throat spasming—he looks fucking divine, and for a moment, you regret doing this here because you might have to kill someone if they see him when he’s looking like this. “You don’t want them to see you like this, yeah?”

You can hear the whine that builds in the back of his throat, trying to rock his hips up into yours. The sloppy sound of his cock driving into your cunt is too loud—Mishima is still speaking loudly, drowning out any noise that could possibly be coming from your secluded corner, but it’s so risky, you almost don’t know what’s gotten into you. If anyone happens to wander over this way…

“God, what do you do to me?” you gasp, leaning in so you can graze your teeth against his neck, threatening to bite down. 

You’re never this reckless—not when it’s your reputation on the line, you’ve spent years honing it into the weapon it’s become, and here you are risking it all just because Dazai Osamu decided to give you bedroom eyes during one of the most important events the Port Mafia attends. Fuck, he drives you insane.

His head lolls forward, forehead resting against the side of yours, lips brushing your ear. You can feel his heavy pants, each one catching over a moan muffled by your panties. You rock your hips back and forth quickly, each drag of his cock against your walls making you hot and lightheaded. Whether it’s just from the sheer pleasure of it all—the way the tip of his cock pressees right into that sensitive spot deep inside of you, the way he’s so quickly coming undone beneath you, body trembling and drool pooling at the corner of his lips around your panties—or if it’s because of the way anyone could wander over in this direction, catch you fucking Dazai so brazenly when there’s a crowd of one hundred and fifty, two hundred of the most important people in the Japanese underworld just on the far side of the room, you don’t know, but heat pools in your abdomen so quickly that it’s almost impossible to control. 

You can feel his breath ragged, his body tense, each roll of your hips against his has Dazai falling apart, and you can feel the telltale sign of his cock twitching inside of you, signaling that he’s about to finish. You tug his hair, pulling his head back from where it's fallen against you, and you lift your other hand quickly up to his lips, pushing them inside of his mouth to hook your fingers around your panties, pulling them out of his mouth.

Instantly, Dazai is pushing himself forward to press his lips against yours, freeing himself of his own tie so his hands can fly to your waist. You let out a low moan into his mouth as he pushes his tongue into yours, one hand sliding from your waist to your back, keeping your body flush to his as he grinds you down on his cock hard.

“Fuck,” Dazai groans into your mouth, voice choked. You can see the way he can hardly keep his gaze steady, the way he’s gripping your dress to try to keep himself grounded. “I-ah, shit-I’m close. I’m-”

You lean in to swallow his moan, kissing him hard as his eyes roll to the back of his head, hips stuttering as he spills his cum deep inside of you. Your breath catches at the feeling of his cum filling you up, warm, heavy, so much of it that you can feel it dribbling out from where his cock is still stuffed deep inside of you; it’s the last thing you need to push you over the edge, mind blank and jaw falling slack as your body shudders in his arms.

Black dots spot your vision, your nails dragging down his black coat, your whole body consumed with pleasure—it hits you so hard that you think maybe you might’ve passed out for a split second. The feeling of your release sends a shockwave through Dazai, you can feel the way his body spasms and jerks when your walls suddenly tighten around his sensitive cock.

“God,” Dazai breathes out against your lips, eyes glazed over as the two of you come down from your high, an expression so adoring on his face that you think for a moment, you might be imagining it. “You’re so…”

He doesn’t finish his sentence, leaves it to your imagination, and you want to press, but you don’t have the chance because you’re slapped hard with reality when you hear Mishima’s speech coming to an end, eyes widening. Your legs are shaky as you push off of him, hissing at the feeling of his softening cock slipping out of your cunt—you almost snort when you see how Dazai twitches and winces at the sudden movement, still sensitive.

“Clean yourself up,” you tell him sharply, straightening your dress and fixing your hair, trying to catch sight of yourself in the reflection of a nearby glass, watching from the corner of your eye as Dazai stuffs himself back in his pants, wiping your cum off of his expensive black slacks before sucking it right off of his fingers. He grabs his tie from where he’d let it fall to the ground, and then your panties, winking at you before he stuffs them in the pocket of his jacket. 

His gaze lifts to you as he rises to his feet, drifting lazily over your form, lingering on the way your skin glows with a soft sheen of sweat, the loose strands of hair that cling to your forehead—something you hope you can play off considering the air condition in the ballroom isn’t on. Then his gaze settles down on the lower half of your body, lips curling up into a slow smirk.

He takes a few steps closer to you, holding his tie out to you. “Re-tie it?” he hums, and you roll your eyes because you know he can do it himself and you know he has some sort of ulterior motive right now, but you take it from him regardless.

You quickly slide the tie around his neck, trying to tie it quickly before anyone catches sight of the two of you, but with you so focused on getting this done, you miss the way his hand sneaks forward until you feel it slip into the slit of your dress. 

“Dazai,” you warn, keeping your voice low, but your breath catches when you feel him gather up all of the cum that had dribbled out of your cunt, head falling against his shoulder as you try to force yourself not to react when he uses two fingers to stuff it right back inside of you.

You can feel the wicked grin against your ear as he leans down to tug your earlobe gently. “Good luck explaining this to Ibuse.”

Then he steps away, dark eye glittering dangerously as he looks down at you.

“I’ll find you later,” he says before turning to walk away.

You’re not sure if it’s a threat or a promise and you don’t have time to make a snide comment asking, because you hear Ibuse approaching you from behind, giddy and excited until he catches sight of Dazai’s infamous black coat retreating, swallowing thickly and eyes flickering nervously between the two of you—a common reaction to the executive’s presence, knowing how dangerous and unpredictable he can be.

You wonder if Dazai would make Ibuse half as nervous and uncomfortable if he’d known he just spent the last fifteen minutes with your panties stuffed in his mouth and his hands tied behind his back, whining and whimpering, muffling all of his sounds so people didn’t overhear the two of you. But you dismiss that thought—that’s knowledge for you to keep to yourself, you don’t like sharing.

“Let’s get out of here?” you hum, drawing him out of his thoughts before he can spiral.

He lights back up again, but you can tell he’s still nervous from Dazai’s brief appearance. “Yeah, c’mon.”

Two hours later, you wander out of one of the back rooms in Mishima’s mansion, intent on getting back to headquarters. You don’t get more than two feet before you feel a hand wrap around your wrist, tugging you backward hard until your back meets a familiar chest.

Your heartbeat stills from the brief bout of erraticness when you felt someone grab you, relaxing back into Dazai, tilting your head back and to the side to look up at him as he holds your hips, keeping you flush to him.

“Did you fuck him?” Dazai asks, voice low and expression unreadable.

You have half a mind to say yes, just to see what Dazai plans to do if you did. He can’t kill Ibuse, not even he is reckless enough to start a war with the Sun and Steel right now, but you don’t think you want to risk it.

“Didn’t have to,” you say honestly. “He was babbling out everything I wanted to know before the doors even closed.”

Dazai searches your face for a moment as if trying to decide if you’re being truthful, when he does, one of his hands slips off your waist into his coat, and you hear the familiar sound of Dazai flipping the safety of his gun back on.

“Dazai,” you snap. “You can’t just-”

“I can do whatever I want,” Dazai interrupts you with the type of confidence that lets you know he had every intention of putting a bullet through Ibuse’s head if you fucked him, regardless of the consequences. The thought of that alone makes your blood run hot, pupils dilating as you look up at him; Dazai’s lips curve up slowly as if he knows just what’s going on in your head. He looks behind you curiously before focusing back down on you asking: “Is he passed out in there?”

“Mhm,” you agree, watching him curiously as you try to figure out what he might be thinking. “Drank too much.”

“Good,” Dazai murmurs, walking you right back into the room you’d come out of, a sharp smile on his face. He closes the door behind the two of you, gaze flickering over to where Ibuse is unconscious on the couch before he backs you up until your knees hit the corner of the bed, pushing you back onto it. “Let’s see if we can wake him up then.”

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Backstage Story Translation - Tasuku Takato SR: The Two Runaways - Part 2

Tsumugi: … Where are we?

Tasuku: … I dunno.

Tsumugi: … Hey, let’s go home? We’ve gotten pretty far away now…

Tasuku: As long as you’re with me, I don’t care where we are.

Tasuku: Come on, let’s go.

[Tsumugi falls]

Tsumugi: Ahh!

Tasuku: Tsumu, are you okay!?

Tsumugi: Uuu… My knee hurts… I scraped it…

Tsumugi: *hic*…

Tasuku: …

Tasuku: Tsumu, there’s a park over there, hang in there till we make it.

 -

Tsumugi: Hey, Taa-chan, it’s already dark, see?

Tasuku: I mean, it’s night.

Tsumugi: Let’s go home now.

Tasuku: …

Tsumugi: What are we gonna do… if someone weird comes… *hic*

Tasuku: If that happens I’ll give ‘em a hard punch and it’ll work out!

Tsumugi: You will?

Tasuku: Yup.

Tsumugi: … Ahaha, Taa-chan, you sound like one of those delinquent guys!

[Flashback ends]

Itaru: Way too pure.

Tasuku: Isn’t this what everyone was like as kids?

Izumi: Still, you two knew what delinquents were at such a young age?

Tsumugi: Maybe we had watched a rerun of a drama with a delinquent high schooler as the protagonist?

Izumi: Ah~

Itaru: That takes me back.

Omi: But in the end, you didn’t do anything that’d label you a delinquent.

Tasuku: Right. I may have had a bit of a rebellious phase, but I never beat people up.

Itaru: Obviously LOL.

Sakyo: …

Omi: …

Azuma: Oh my.

Itaru: Statement retracted. We have all kinds of people here.

Izumi: In the end, picking fights with people is a bit of a weird approach to role building…

Izumi: But if you ever play a similar role down the line, you could slick your hair back or wear it in a ducktail!

Tasuku: No, that’s too cliché.

Option 1: It’s for role building!

Izumi: It’s for role building!

Tasuku: I get that, but it still goes too far.

Izumi: I thought there was no such thing as going too far for you, Tasuku-san.

Tasuku: Just what kinda person am I to you…

Option 2: Is it too cliché…?

Izumi: Is it…?

Tasuku: Slicked back hair and ducktail…? That’s delinquent stereotypes from long ago, y’know.

Izumi: True… But they might actually suit you. Just think about it–

Tasuku: Oi, don't go imagining weird things.

Tsumugi: I think it’d be useful, though?

Tasuku: Not you too… *sigh*... There’s no way I’m doing that.

-

Tasuku: (I know what I said to the Director and Tsumugi, but maybe I should give those hairstyles a try…)

Tasuku: (Let’s try slicked back…)

Tasuku: … Like this?

Tasuku: Hmmm…

Tasuku: (Does it even suit me? It’s so…)

Tasuku: (I don’t even know if I did it right.)

[Door opening]

Tsumugi: I’m ba… Tasuku?

Tasuku: Tsumugi!? No, this isn’t what it…

Tsumugi: Hmhm, I see.

Tsumugi: So you got curious too, didn’t you? You thought it’d help with role building one day, didn’t you?

Tasuku: …

Tsumugi: It’s alright, Tasuku. It looks really good on you!

Tasuku: Enough… Please stop… I’m begging you here.

part 1 | part 2

[jujumin-translates]

★ ACT4! SSR Backstage Prologue - BE.MINE ~Prologue~

Izumi: I wonder what kind of business Kasumi-san called us in for.

Sakyo: Well, it’s probably some kind of magazine project, right?

Izumi: (Kasumi-san told us we’d get more details about it when we meet…)

Kasumi: Sorry to keep the two of you waiting. Thanks for coming all the way out here.

Izumi: Hello.

Sakyo: Thanks for having us.

Kasumi: Let’s get started right away. Have you two heard of this magazine?

Izumi: This is… “BE.MINE”. Of course I’ve heard of it, it’s a really famous and popular fashion magazine!

Sakyo: So famous that even I recognize it.

Kasumi: That’s great!

Kasumi: So, here’s the deal, “BE.MINE” has asked MANKAI Company to do a feature in the upcoming issue.

Izumi: Huh? Really!?

Kasumi: I’ve been friends with the editor-in-chief of “BE.MINE” for quite some time now.

Kasumi: And apparently, they had read a feature article in “Spotlight” about MANKAI Company.

Kasumi: Since then, they’ve been wanting you guys to do a feature in “BE.MINE” someday.

Sakyo: That’s great to hear.

Kasumi: The theme of the feature is pretty straightforward! It’s “Boyfriend Material”!

Izumi: Boyfriend material…?

Sakyo: …The hell is that?

Kasumi: I could see Sakyo-kun not knowing, but do you not know what it is either, Director?

Izumi: U-Umm… I might’ve heard of it before… or maybe not.

Kasumi: Simply put, it’s doing a photoshoot of boyfriend-like situations!

Izumi: Oh, I get it! Like the word “boyfriend” in English…!

Kasumi: You’ve done photoshoots for lots of magazines, like “Spotlight” and “VELUDO”, but…

Kasumi: You’ve never done a theme like this before, right?

Sakyo: That’s true, we’ve never done anything like this before…

Izumi: This feels like something that’s only possible in a magazine aimed at women!

Kasumi: Guess that means it’d be a new challenge for you then.

Kasumi: In my opinion, taking on a wide range of challenges can broaden your perspective on theater in ways you’d never expect it to.

Sakyo: Well, that’s true… That ain’t a bad point, Kasumi-san.

Izumi: I agree. I think it’d be a good idea too.

Kasumi: Great! I’ll contact the editor-in-chief then.

Izumi: We’re in your hands!

Kasumi: I’ve always wanted to see Sakuya-kun’s type of boyfriend material, so I’m really looking forward to this.

Sakyo: So that’s what this is really all about, huh?

Kasumi: Hey, this is the kind of thing an oshi of anyone would want to see the most! Ah, but, but of course I want to see the whole company too, okay!?

Kasumi: Like yours, for example, Sakyo-kun…!

Sakyo: Well, I suppose that’s okay then.

Izumi: Ahaha…

[9w1ft]

hmm *looks up at the sky* 🧐 has it been snowing?

yeah i don’t think the photos are in real time but i get the sense they are recent

So, KK is in Japan? Hmm, interesting. Hope she enjoyed her holiday. I wonder if she will ring in her New Year there too.

😏

yeah, it seems so! hard to verify if it’s more an is or was situation but, i would say it’s likely she was here this month, and not on whim, judging by a few things in the photos. i hope she enjoys/enjoyed her time here too! and new years in japan is lovely, i recommend it to anyone looking for a quiet and peaceful time.

[the-himawari]

A3! Outing Event Translation - You're my first and last love. (3/11)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Sakyo: —Everyone’s here now. These are our team members this time.

Masumi: …

Hisoka: Zzz…

Sakuya: I'm looking forward to working together, Azami-kun!

Azami: Yeah. Even though our teams were picked by lottery, I don’t like the fact I ended up on the same team as shitty Sakyo. But you’re here too, Sakuya-san. So I’m sure it’ll work out fine.

Sakuya: Ehh! Um… let’s do our best together!

Misumi: What a surprise though, huh~? I never thought we’d also ending up doing something at that place!

*flashback starts*

Izumi: Welcome home, everyone! I sent you guys a LIME earlier. Did you see it?

Masumi: Yeah. We were surprised since we were right by the venue when we got your message.

Izumi: Huh? Really? What an amazing coincidence.

Misumi: We were with a lost kitty!

Izumi: A kitty?

Masumi: Don’t worry about it. Continue.

Izumi: Ah, sure. I heard that Veludo City was also involved in the construction of this event hall. And so, apparently they’re reaching out to stores and groups that have a connection with Veludo City to participate in the event hall’s grand opening.

Misumi: That sounds fun~!

Izumi: Right. I think it’s going to be lively… but truth be told, the main details of the event haven’t been finalized yet. They said that as long as it fits the theme of “White Day”, then we’re free to do whatever we want…

Masumi: That sounds reckless…

Izumi: Ahaha… the hall was just built, after all. I heard another reason for that is so they can consider how to use the hall and which groups to invite afterwards, based on the event.

Azami: In other words, it’s a trial event.

Izumi: I suppose so. The days and times that each group can use the hall have already been allocated. We get to use the hall for a full day.

Hisoka: …That’s quite a long time.

Izumi: I think so too. That’s why I haven’t fully decided what we’re going to do as MANKAI Company.

Misumi: Ooh, let’s open a triangle shop! We’ll stock up on lots of triangle items!

Hisoka: A marshmallow shop…

Azami: Err, you’re the only ones who would be into that.

Izumi: We can think about whether it’s do-able afterwards. All ideas are welcome right now. Do you have anything, Azami-kun?

Azami: Even if you ask me…

Masumi: What if we do something like a thank you event like Sakuya mentioned before?

Izumi: Hm?

Masumi: If it’s a big event, then everyone’s schools and workplaces might be more flexible, right?

Izumi: Well, that’s true…

Sakyo: —I’m down for that. Let’s start by askin’.

Azami: Ugh, it's shitty Sakyo. Since when were you listenin’?

Sakyo: I just came.

Izumi: …I got it. I think it’d be great if we could do what Sakuya suggested. I’ll run it by everyone and see.

*flashback ends*

Azami: I never actually thought everyone’s schedules would miraculously match up.

Hisoka: Maybe it’s because it was just one day?

Sakyo: Exactly. That venue also has the capacity to let us accomplish what would usually take us several days all in one day. That also helps in a sense.

Azami: Well, we haven’t even decided what we’re gonna do though.

Sakuya: I’m curious what kind of ideas the other teams are going to come up with. But first, we should think about what we’d like to do.

Sakyo: Yeah, as Sakuma said. Does anyone have any ideas right now?

Misumi: Here, heeere! I wanna look for triangles!

Sakyo: MANKAI Company’s fans aside, the regular guests aren’t gonna understand what’s goin’ on.

Sakuya: I think it’s a great idea though. It sounds like something Misumi-san would come up with.

Sakyo: At this rate, all Mikage’s gonna say is marshmallows… Usui, do you have anythin’?

Masumi: No.

Sakyo: You…

Hisoka: Zzz…

Sakyo: Oi, don’t fall asleep.

Misumi: Wanna have a marshmallow, Hisoka?

Hisoka: Thanks.

Azami: *Sigh*… our future looks bleak.

Sakuya: Ahaha…

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What did you think of the live-action yu yu hakusho I confess that when I finished watching the first episode I had good expectations for the next ones but from episode 3 onwards they lost their hand.

To be honest, I loved it! They skipped all the introductory parts and got right down to the point. It's a rough adaptation of the original, but the action scenes are amazing! I felt the love of everyone involved towards Togashi's work. There were more highs than lows.

*CONTAINS SPOILERS*

Togashi wanted to draw a battle shounen, but since it was his first battle series, his editor advised him to take it easy at first. The first chapters were stand-alone adventures of Yusuke's spirit helping others. They weren't even adapted into the anime. Although I love those early stories, I don't think they are crucial to the story. I missed the comedy aspects though, that's what makes Yu Yu Hakusho so appealing. Yusuke's resurrection was a bit rushed, but I loved that "Hohoemi no Bakudan" (anime opening song) was playing on the truck's radio. I also didn't mind a 17-year old Yusuke or Kurama.

Even though they gave a more actual look to the characters, like Botan wearing peep-toes heels and Kuwabara with a dyed blonde hair instead of his iconic pompadour, we can still feel an atmosphere from the 90s in the scenery.

The stealing of the Artifacts of Darkness was so well adapted. Yusuke VS Gouki was an impressive fight. Masaru finally got to thank Yusuke, something that I missed in the original. Kurama telling his story to Yusuke at the hospital was genial as well. I think the motive that driven Hiei to steal the kouma sword in the live action suited him better. Togashi only made Hiei a main character because his editor told him so. That evil Hiei who kidnapped Keiko is so different from the Hiei who showed up later. Making Elder Toguro do the dirty job was more interesting! I'm just curious what they are going to do about Shigure in case of a second or third season. They probably have something in mind already!

Genkai's Tournament/Training was there in a different way. I don't care that much about Rando, but I missed all the pain the original Yusuke went thought to master the reiko hadouken technique. It was a little disappointing to see him absorbing the spirit wave with just an "okay". But, I'm glad they included some iconic moments of his training, like when he's upside-down balancing himself up with only his index finger on a needle.

Probably, what I missed the most was The Saint Beasts Arc. It was during this arc that the four guys got to know each other better and form a bond. Keiko and Botan also worked together and became friends. Considering the budget, I'm aware the live action didn't have time and money to produce it, they had to focus on the first big villain of Yu Hakusho, Younger Toguro.

Filming a whole Dark Tournament would be too hard, expensive, and maybe a little tiring to watch. Although the Rescue Yukina Arc and the Dark Tournament Saga were re-written, all elements from the original series were there:

They showed both Tarukane's mansion and The Hanging Neck Island;

Sakyo needed money to open a big hole to the Demon World. Goro Inagaki also slayed as Sakyo;

Younger Toguro wanted the same thing, he became too strong for the Human World;

Elder Toguro was insanely crazy. Probably, the best villain of Kenichi Takito's career;

A bunch of rich old dudes from BBC gambling;

Tarukane making Yukina cry to sell her hiruseki stones;

The random guy trying to help Yukina. Instead of killing her bird friends, Elder Toguro killed him.

There wasn't Botan and Keiko helping each other, but instead Keiko and Yukina teaming up, and I really enjoyed it;

Kuwabara falling in love at first sight, and asking Yukina to not hate all humans;

Best scenes and lines from Hiei VS Zeru and Kurama VS Roto were incorporated in the fights against Bui and Karasu;

Youko Kurama appeared! Jun Shison nailed it!

In the original, only Kuwabara didn't know about Genkai's death, I liked that in the live action Koenma kept it a secret from Yusuke as well. Elder Toguro making a puppet of Genkai out of his body was amazing!

Younger Toguro "killing" Kuwabara;

The memorable 100% Toguro VS Yusuke's spirit gun;

Sakyo telling the original plan was to make Toguro lose on purpose, so he could collect money from the rich. Also, betting his own life in front of Koenma;

It was interesting that Sakyo told his story and how he had bet his own life a few times to Tarukane instead of Toguro. I felt the Tarukane from the live action was a little bit more human. The actor did a pretty good job. Genkai's dead by the hands of Younger Toguro happened too quick and was disappointing, but they made up for that by showing their amazing goodbye scene in the Spirit World. Young Meiko Kaji was dazzling.

In the first episode, Koenma had sadness in his voice when he mentioned the former spirit detective. There was also that post-credits scene with Elder Toguro. I really hope there will be a second season. I think the Black Chapter Saga is much easier and more interesting to adapt.

I think those who have already read the manga or watched the anime, felt the love all the cast and staff have for Togashi's work. The new generation will probably buy the manga and watch the anime. The live action will surely bring new fans to the Yu Yu Hakusho franchise!

Netflix announced a new One Piece anime by Wit, made in partnership with Toei Animation. I'm also hoping that with the huge success of the live action, some anime studio or even Studio Pierrot will produce a remake of the Yu Yu Hakusho anime too.

By the way, I recommend watching the "Making of Yu Yu Hakusho". The main cast talks about all the trial-and-error process during the shoot. Action Director Takahito Ouchi also shares behind-the-scenes stories. They gave their blood to shoot this series! RESPECT!

[banananuttrash]

How would Hyuga be with the naive and graceful gentle (i.e. the opposite of him) sister

Hyuga w/ Gentle Sister

Notes: I freaking love this dynamic! I was so glad to get this request. Back at it with the head cannons, which I don't think is a forte for me, so let me know what you think. You can find Part 2 here.

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You guys will probably be around 7 years apart.

When you were born I think he would pretend to be unbothered, but in reality wants to really take care of you.

His parents were probably like, "Want to hold her?" and he'll respond with "I guess" but in reality is excited to meet you.

Growing up, he beats up every boy around you.

You're super naive and take people's words as truth. So there are many times that people have taken advantage of you. Without you knowing, Hyuga beats them behind your back.

You haven't had many boyfriends, and the few ones you've had have been scared off by Hyuga.

He annoys the living daylights out of you, but that's how he shows he cares.

As adults, Hyuga gives you some freedom, but he also keeps his tabs on you just to make sure you're okay.

Honestly, without you knowing he probably has your work place watched, but does not make it super obvious.

He definitely wants you home before nightfall, but after you bat your eyes and tell him how he's the best big brother ever, he lets you stay out till 11pm.

Does not trust anyone with you (maybe just Ukyo and Sakyo).

Now, we all know he's crazy but I don't think he would be like that with you.

He's a really good older brother, who jokes around with you and messes with you. He won't be this way in front of others though.

Honestly, I don't even think the other SWORD members would even know about you. Only Daruma Ikka, of course.

He knows how much you hate him fighting, so whenever he does, he tries to clean up before he goes to see you.