#acchan comics

[weirdplutoprince]

Acchan #68: Cinderella

[iwamimimimi]

[sskk-squared]

Are you 100% sure Acchan isn't just Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes??

I'm pretty sure he's been told he's both, in great detail, by Ryuu-chan; pulling up specific comics on his tablet. (Ryuu-chan can't read them, of course, his English is terrible but some things are universal.)

[gaysamurai]

yeah

[scriveyner]

southern air 3/4

southern air | 3/4 | bungou stray dogs | 👿🐯 | sskk² | rated M | ~2.7k

It was daylight when Atsushi woke to dark hair tickling his nose. He snuffled and managed not to sneeze, glancing down to see Ryuu-chan curled under his arm, against his chest. He shifted just slightly and felt the covers shuffle before he realized that Acchan, too, was in bed with him; somewhere under the covers and wrapped around one of Atsushi’s legs.

Continue on AO3 or

So, he was well and truly stuck for the moment.

“Good morning,” Akutagawa said softly, and Atsushi looked over at him, sitting up in the bed with his back to the headboard and completely unencumbered by sleeping children. Akutagawa had clearly been up a while, although his hair was still bed-tousled; he was actually wearing his reading glasses as he scrolled a tablet.

Atsushi’s heart fluttered with how soft he looked at the moment, but if he said anything about the reading glasses Akutagawa would immediately take them off. “Good morning to you too,” Atsushi responded in the same soft tone. “How did this happen?” He knew they were tucked into their own bed last night because Ryuu-chan couldn’t decide which side he wanted to sleep on.

Speaking of, Ryuu-chan shifted, roused by his voice, and rolled his head, yawning huge. “Ah, there’s one,” Atsushi said.

Ryuu-chan pulled himself into a sitting position and yawned again, blinking sleepily as he looked around the room. After a moment, he zeroed in on Akutagawa and crawled over to him, so Akutagawa raised his arm as Ryuu-chan leaned against him, folded his arms, and dozed off again.

Akutagawa put his arm around Ryuu-chan and sighed, amused, before he looked back to Atsushi, eyebrow raised.

“Don’t look at me like that, I told you that you were right last night already.” A foot smacked into his upper thigh, dangerously close to sensitive areas, and Atsushi got an elbow under himself and lifted the bedspread. “Acchan.”

Acchan had burrowed completely down to the foot of the bed, his head tucked against Atsushi’s ankle. He didn’t move at either Atsushi’s voice or the covers shifting, but the moment Atsushi’s fingers brushed the bare bottoms of his feet he kicked and laughed, tail thrashing.

“That’s two,” Atsushi said, just as Acchan’s flailing foot nailed him directly in the groin.

Akutagawa watched as Atsushi wordlessly curled up, rolled, and fell right out of the bed.

The lump tangled in the remaining covers was clearly Acchan; he wormed his way back out, and sat up on his knees, the covers still over his head and blinking comically. “Dad?”

Akutagawa turned his face away, shoulders shaking violently, and free hand clamped tight over his mouth, refusing to make a single sound.

“Chuuya-oji!” Acchan stood up on his chair and waved excitedly. The chair wobbled dramatically, and a Rashomon tendril snaked under the table and surreptitiously steadied it. Chuuya high-fived Acchan and put both his hands on the back of the chair, stabilizing it.

“Good morning, Chuuya-san,” Akutagawa said, having not moved an inch. “Dazai-san isn’t with you? Acchan, sit down.”

Acchan dropped back into a seated position immediately and began looking around for Dazai. Ryuu-chan kicked his legs off his own chair, trying to be cool like his father but vibrating in excitement.

“He’s,” Chuuya gestured vaguely back the way he came. “We’ll find him eventually. Maybe in a concrete mixer.” Chuuya clicked his tongue. “Kids are here. Anyway. Who’s excited about the amusement park?”

“Jeez,” Atsushi said, returning to the table with a tray of food from the breakfast bar. “I could hear that response from clear across the floor.” Acchan, up on his knees, leaned over the table and snatched a strip of bacon from Atsushi’s plate—but before it could disappear down his gullet, Chuuya swiped it from his fingers and started crunching on it.

Acchan looked at his hand in surprise, and then up at Chuuya. “Chuuya-oji, that was mine!”

“Correction, it was mine,” Atsushi said and turned his plate so the remainder of the bacon was closer to Akutagawa than Acchan. “You were cut off.”

A delicate Rashomon tendril snuck over to the plate and plucked a piece of potato, and Atsushi gave his husband a look. “What was that about ability use in public, again?”

“So speaks the weretiger, who was showing off his tiger stripes to everyone who was looking his way yesterday.”

Ryuu-chan waved his hand at Chuuya, who leaned over his chair. “They’re grouchy,” he said with a serious expression.

Chuuya snickered. “Plans haven’t changed. Text us in the morning and we’ll meet up at the park.”

Akutagawa nodded his head. “And if anything happens, please let us know.”

“Of course.” Chuuya had his hands on the back of either chair, and he leaned between them. “Whoever finds Dazai-oji first gets to say a bad word!”

Ryuu-chan and Acchan looked at each other, and then they both looked up at Chuuya. “Fuck!” they chorused in unison.

Atsushi choked on his omelet.

Chuuya took one look at the red ripples coming off Akutagawa and scooped both children under his arms. “You’ve got your shit, right?” he said, and Ryuu-chan’s Rashomon snagged their backpacks off the ground, under the table. “Later!”

Atsushi was still coughing when Chuuya bolted, a kid under each arm and their backpacks dangling from Rashomon's tendrils. Acchan, hanging loosely, waved. “Bye!”

“They do not learn such language from me,” Akutagawa said harshly, Rashomon still not entirely settled. Atsushi, still coughing, took a long drink of water, considered his options, and decided not to even bother with a counterpoint.

He finished off his plate in record time. “Now what?” he asked since they were childless and free for the day.

Akutagawa said, “I can’t believe you even have to ask.”

=====

Atsushi laughed breathlessly as Akutagawa kissed his neck again. They’d barely made it through the door to the room; he’d kicked it closed behind them with maybe a hair of excessive force, but Akutagawa was going to pop a button off his shirt trying to wrestle it off Atsushi in the entranceway. “Ryuu, Ryuu—” he said, and Akutagawa bit him. “Ow!”

“Oughta mark you up,” Akutagawa growled against his skin. “Show everyone you belong to me…”

He was cut off by Atsushi wrapping his arms around Akutagawa’s chest and easily picking him up off the ground. Instead of protesting this move Akutagawa swung his legs up and wrapped them around Atsushi’s hips, arms over his shoulders, and leaning in to kiss him again.

Atsushi managed not to stumble over the luggage carrying Akutagawa over to their bed; he dropped Akutagawa onto the mattress as gracefully as he could from their position, and crawled atop him, picking up right where they left off kissing.

Akutagawa laughed wildly as Atsushi kissed down his neck, nuzzling against his skin and pulling down the collar of the plain shirt he was wearing to kiss along the bony ridge of his collarbone, before he pushed himself up on one hand, chest heaving.

“Fuck,” Atsushi groaned, realizing that they hadn’t bothered to pack anything appropriate because he didn’t expect five minutes without the kids, never mind an entire day. “We don’t have any—”

Akutagawa shifted underneath him, grunted, and pulled a small bag from the hotel gift shop from his pocket. “Two steps behind as always, weretiger,” he said with a sharp grin, and Atsushi unbunched the crumpled bag and looked at the package of lubrication and condoms with relief.

“God, I love you so much,” he said and leaned down to kiss Akutagawa again.

“If you loved me, you would already be naked,” Akutagawa growled against his mouth, and Atsushi bit his bottom lip, eyes glinting.

“On it.” He wriggled out of his half-open tropical-patterned shirt. “Thank you for not actually destroying my shirt, by the way.”

“Stop talking.”

Atsushi snorted, thumb in the waistband of his shorts; he watched Akutagawa’s attention focus there, as he tugged it down just enough to show the paler skin the sun had yet to see. “Like that?” he asked, and Akutagawa’s eyes dilated almost on cue. He pulled the waistband down further, showing the full cut of his hip and the root of his cock teasingly.

Akutagawa wet his lips, not taking his eyes off the display. “I thought I told you to shut up.”

“Maybe,” Atsushi leaned his weight on one hand, holding himself over Akutagawa, his eyes catching the sunlight streaming in through the open blinds, “you haven’t done enough to shut me up, yet.”

Akutagawa ran his hand up Atsushi’s bare chest, sliding it up over his shoulder, and gripped the back of his neck firmly before pulling him down into another deep, desperate kiss.

=====

“Shit, I hope those are gone by tomorrow,” Atsushi said, neck twisted as he stared at the shredded remains of his shoulder blades in the mirror by the bathroom. Akutagawa didn’t bother to lift his head from the bed, still lying stretched out on his side, the sunlight glittering off the sweat on his skin. “You didn’t have to be so violent.”

“Yes, I did,” Akutagawa drawled lazily, eyes closed as he basked in the sunlight, deeply content. He only moved when he felt the mattress bow down, and that was just to twist his head and give Atsushi a fond, sated look. “See what all those bikini-clad airheads think now,” he sniffed, and Atsushi shook his head and sighed.

“You are so jealous,” he murmured, brushing his hand through Akutagawa’s hair. “Do you really think I’m interested in any of them for even a second?”

“No.” Akutagawa’s eyes had drifted closed again. Atsushi honestly wouldn’t have been that surprised if he started purring. “But I don’t like that they think they even have a chance.”

“Hai, hai,” Atsushi hummed. “So…were you wanting to head out to the beach? Or maybe hit the pool instead, since we don’t have to keep track of the kids and they have an open bar?”

“Or,” Akutagawa said, “we could have round two.”

Atsushi shifted his weight, climbing back onto the bed properly. “Round two it is,” he murmured, kissing the back of Akutagawa’s neck as he slid over him, and Akutagawa stretched all the way out underneath him, eyes still closed and grin all sharp edges.

Round two unsurprisingly turned to round three, and they missed lunch. They also forgot to hang up the ‘do not disturb’ sign, as Atsushi realized, balls deep, and the room’s door opened while someone called, “Housekeeping!”

Rashomon never moved so fast.

“Sorry!” Atsushi called as the tendril dropped the sign on the knob and slammed the door in the housekeeper’s face. He buried his flaming red face against Akutagawa’s back and Akutagawa huffed in annoyance but that, unsurprisingly, brought an end to the sex.

“What are we going to do for dinner?” Atsushi asked as they browsed some of the shops that lined the touristy pavilion connected to the resort. “I didn’t think to bring anything nice for any of the upscale places.”

“I doubt they care very much, here,” Akutagawa said, checking the price on a light-colored, floral print dress. Atsushi lingered by the dress rack as Akutagawa picked it off the hanger. “Do you think Gin will like this?”

“That print looks a little loud for her tastes, maybe the one with the blue.”

Akutagawa nodded and exchanged the dresses, looking critically at the cut of the one with the blue floral print. He looked up when he realized Atsushi was smiling softly and narrowed his eyes. “You are thinking about saying something I may stab you for.”

“Just thinking about how lucky I am.”

“To not be stabbed.”

“Well, that, and the other thing.” Atsushi picked out a stuffed bear wearing a floral print shirt with a similar pattern to the dress that Akutagawa was still holding. “Higuchi-san?”

“I suppose. Will it even fit in our luggage?”

“We’ll make it work.” Atsushi browsed a few other souvenirs for their coworkers, relieved of having to even bother figuring out to bring home some form of alcohol for Chuuya. They made their purchases and, on the way back to the room Atsushi caught the most delicious scent of meat being roasted and they ended up having a nice, uncluttered meal at an open-air grill and barbeque.

“It’s no surprise where Acchan gets his atrocious table manners,” Akutagawa said, wiping sauce from Atsushi’s cheek with his thumb. Atsushi’s eyes went half-lidded, and he lipped at Akutagawa’s thumb before he drew back.

Atsushi’s phone vibrated on the table, breaking the mood—and their eye contact. Atsushi glanced down at it and then did a double-take, swiping open the messaging app. Akutagawa sat back in his chair, taking a sip of his bourbon while Atsushi scanned the message. “Everything good?”

He pursed his lips. “Chuuya-san said: ignore whatever Dazai says, everything is fine, don’t worry.” He looked up at Akutagawa. “Did Dazai-san text you?”

Akutagawa frowned in response and shifted, removing his own phone from his pocket and flipping it open before shaking his head. “No, he did not.”

“Didn’t text me either. Do you think everything’s okay?”

“If it wasn’t, Chuuya-san wouldn’t bother to text until he was done handling it.”

“True.” Atsushi frowned at his phone again and finally texted back

Is everything okay?

shits good don't worry dazai just being a little bitch as usual did he txt u

No.

ah okay really don't worry its all good I've got this handled we'll see u tmr

Chuuya then sent a picture of Ryuu-chan on his shoulders, and Acchan held under his arms, legs dangling like a long cat, while Chuuya floated in the air by a mascot statue. Atsushi snorted and showed Akutagawa the photo, and Akutagawa put his chin in his hand and smiled.

“They look like they’re having a good time.”

“What do you think happened?” Atsushi put his phone back, face-down, on the table. Akutagawa shrugged and clinked the ice in his drink thoughtfully.

“Acchan probably did a runner on Dazai-san, if I had to guess.” He took a long sip of his bourbon. “Too bad they’re too old for leash training at this point.”

“Surprised that’s the thing that’s stopping you,” Atsushi said, and Akutagawa laughed.

“You wouldn’t?”

“For Acchan? Never. Ryuu-chan at least has some sense in his head.”

“That is a rather backwards way of praising my intelligence, but I will take the compliment as it stands.” He raised his glass. “We’ll get Acchan there, you turned out pretty good, after all?”

Atsushi laughed and clinked his own whiskey glass into Akutagawa’s. “Only pretty good?”

“Very pretty, very good.”

“Getting your back blown out three times in a row has really loosened that tight grip on compliments you usually keep.” Akutagawa flushed and took another drink, and Atsushi nudged his chair with a foot. “Feels like my birthday.”

“Yes, well. I have to keep a little more in reserve than the traditional blow job.”

After dinner, they dropped their packages in the hotel room and took a walk along the beach as the sun sank into the horizon. It wasn’t as jam-packed now, most having drifted toward food and the live music being played in the pavilion, but they still passed a fair few families packing up for the day.

“Should we head back?” Atsushi asked, standing ankle-deep in the warm surf and watching a beach volleyball game being played by some athletic teenagers.

“Why?” Akutagawa asked lazily, still holding his hand. “Unless you wanted to retire early…”

Atsushi laughed, and leaned in toward him. “You’d really be up for another round?”

“Mm. Perhaps I could be convinced.”

By the time they wandered back in the direction of the resort, the stars were out. The music grew louder now, something catchy that Atsushi didn’t really recognize. They walked along some dimly lit garden paths where they could still hear the concert, muffled in the distance, and looked over the cascades of flowering bushes slowly closing up for the night.

When Akutagawa was distracted, Atsushi leaned in and plucked a very pretty, five-petaled flower from a bush. The petals were gradients of yellow, pink, and white; and Akutagawa turned his head, surprised, when Atsushi brushed his hair back and placed it over his ear. “What—?”

“It suits you,” Atsushi said, beaming, and was very pleased when Akutagawa’s cheeks went as pink as the tones in the flower. Atsushi kissed him, holding his hands, both of them standing under the twinkling strings of fairy lights stretched over the gardens and thought, contentedly, how could life get any better than this?

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[tottymatsuno]

I think about this post I saw a few weeks back of this woman saying she can't get a man and so she despite not being poly wants to share a man if someone would let her.

That's Atsushi but for Todomatsu specifically. Atsushi has tried cockblocking and seducing his competition away and all its done is made Todomatsu hate him and Atsushi's still single. Even pays 3000 yen for the same fucking bowlcut and Todomatsu's blue suit but in goth colors and Todomatsu hates his guts loool

[lovely-c-universe]

"BUCK-TICK X HUNTER" comic style. (Imai Hisashi as Hisoka , Sakurai Atsushi as Illumi.)

Comics is always my favorite. A long time ago, I was an animated layout. That year was very happy. I have met many good friends.

[nagatsukinura119]

It's been a year and a half since Acchan's passing and I still miss him. To all of the pet owners out there, do take this time to cherish your pets and make them realize how much you love them.

I know this one is a bit different than my usual posts but I've been watching cat videos lately and I was reminded of my cat, and lets just say my room was flooded with tears.

[spoiler-alert48]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27902374

So... I did it, is my first ao3 fanfic, my first fanfic written in english (I’m actually a native spanish speaker) so... maybe give it a chance and tell me what I did wrong???

Weird thinking

So… I’m starting a fanfic and it’s probably going to be like one of the weirdest crossover’s ever (AKB0048/Batman/Miraculous Ladybug) so if there’s anyone out there who would be willing to beta it that’d be amazing.

So if you want to you could comment here or dm me

[weirdplutoprince]

I am a Cinderella defender. A lot of people say she needed a man to save her, but that is a load of crap. She just wanted one night off to be pretty, dance, probably eat some really good food, and just be a girl. She didn't even realize her dance partner was the prince!

[iwamimimimi]

[ insp ]

[goodlucktai]

Prompt :) Tanuma gets mild to moderately ill, and the only person around to take care of him happens to be Nishi, who is surprisingly great at it. Cue Tanuma realizing yet again that the friends he’s met through Natsume genuinely love and care about him, in a way that has nothing to do with Natsume at all. (I am a *sucker* for my son feeling *appreciated* and *loved*)

x

Two hours after his father left, the front door rattles open again. 

It takes Kaname longer than it usually would have to figure out that’s probably not a good thing. 

But by the time he lifts his aching head, and starts puzzling out how he’s going to deal with a potential burglar when just sitting up causes the whole room to spin, a familiar face is peering into his bedroom. 

“Oh, you’re up,” Nishimura says brightly, stepping further inside. “Didn’t wanna wake you if you weren’t.”

Kaname stares. He wonders for a split second if he’s hallucinating. 

“You look like you’re gonna fall over,” Nishimura goes on, frowning at him. “Lay back down, dummy.”

No, that’s definitely Nishimura. Kaname lays back down. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks, watching as his friend sets a plastic bag on his desk and shrugs a backpack to the floor. “I thought you had plans.”

“I did, up until my friends got sick. You and Natsume are like magnets for every single bug that goes around, I swear.” Nishimura takes a seat in Kaname’s computer chair, spins it once on principle, and stops himself when he’s facing the bed. “We can go some other time.”

He spent the last two and a half weeks gushing about the new Natori movie, all but vibrating with excitement every time it came up in conversation, and now he’s poking idly through some comic books he’s already read as though one is just as good as the other.  

Kaname feels a stab of guilt. It goes straight through him, pinning him down. 

“Sorry,” he says. It’s important that he says it. “You could still go if you wanted to.”

“Duh,” says Nishimura. “Obviously I don’t want to.”

“Obviously,” Kaname parrots weakly. 

It turns out Nishimura has come prepared. The plastic bag, bearing the familiar 7-Eleven logo, contains bottles of Pocari Sweat, a cold compress, and little plastic cups of grated fruit. He sets up shop with the relative competence of someone who knows what they’re doing. 

Kaname watches, blinking slowly. The guilt gets smaller and smaller, like every companionable second is another blanket laid over top of it to make it quiet. 

It’s really nice to have a friend here with him, even if Kaname isn’t very good company. He’s never had a friend come over when he was sick before. 

“Well, your old classmates were missing out. They sound like morons anyway,” Nishimura says plainly, reading Kaname’s mind. Or maybe he said that out loud. “You did, Tanuma,” Nishimura goes on, grinning by now. “Man, you’re out of it. Drink some of this.”

He twists the cap off a bottle of Pocari before handing it over. He’s at ease in this role, sitting on the edge of Kaname’s bed so Kaname has something to lean against when he’s a little unsteady sitting up. He lifts the bottle out of Kaname’s hand when it starts to list, and doesn’t seem to mind that Kaname’s head has found a home on his shoulder. 

“How come you didn’t go to Natsume’s house?” Kaname mumbles. 

Almost immediately, he regrets the question. He’s not sure if he wants to hear the answer. Isn’t it good enough that Nishimura is here, whatever the reason? Isn’t he lucky that his friend came to see him, even if Kaname was only the second choice?

“Both his parents are home, what’s he need me for? You didn’t even have any electrolyte drinks. Totally hopeless.” Nishimura digs his phone out of his pocket and holds the screen where they can both see it as he scrolls through Youtube playlists, completely prepared for the inevitability of Kaname falling asleep on him. “When you wake up, we’re gonna bully Acchan into bringing us dinner.”

Kaname can’t help it; he laughs. His yokai fish are swimming in shadows on the ceiling, and his friend has found a baby goat compilation to watch, and Kaname feels much better than he did twenty minutes ago. 

“Pancakes,” he decides.

“Whatever you want, buddy,” Nishimura says, with the easy sincerity of someone who means it. 

[midnight-in-town]

So I was at a party last night and since a lot of my friends do enjoy comics, manga/anime or books in general, there is always a time where you can start talking about a few series with several people, which makes the evening even better in my case. And it’s kinda amazing also because the environment and the topics don’t change much from social media.

Like, there were 2 of my friends who generally only watch animes and who were criticizing TG because, well, they found the anime sucks. And while it’s an opinion I totally share, the only difference with me is that they never gave a chance to the manga so their criticism was about non-canon content and thus kinda void, which tends to make me roll my eyes. 

They argued for 5 minutes about how s1 was good but root a was not making sense and “why did the author do that shit, it’s ridiculous?” that at first I almost joined in to explain that the manga was the real story and not whatever the anime showed (because I mean clearly root a was awful, but at least check if the content is the real deal or not before starting to criticize). 

I know it’s a subject I can be quite serious about though, so I thought “nah Acchan, not worth it”, but the subject came up again at a different time in the evening and so I ended up telling them that it was better to read the true story before having any judgement since the anime clearly was not good (it sounds not friendly but honestly it totally was, we were all having fun). 

Then moving on, we ended up discussing Shingeki no Kyojin with a few more friends, knowing that I’m the only one out of them all who’s caught up with all the content. Some of my friends only watched the anime, one is in the uprising arc, another is working so much that for now they’re just about to switch to Marley’s POV after the time skip, etc. And the thing is, I surprised everyone when I said that Eren was my favorite character (along with Mikasa and Armin).

Obviously my policy is “no spoiler” so I couldn’t say much more than “Sensei gives him proper development over time”, but they were surprised because where they are all at in the story, for them Eren is just some kid who’s really angry about titans to the point that it can be annoying when he’s constantly ranting about them. 

It was kinda surreal though, because obviously where I am, well, between the answers and the fact that Eren has grown so much, he’s really nothing like that kid he used to be, so it’s hard for me to try and get into my friends’ shoes especially considering all that they don’t know. So anyway, they were wondering about if the plot was going forward well, if it didn’t fall into any cliché zone, if the art style was better and they seemed happy when I said that in my opinion Isayama-sensei nailed it so far. 

We also had some discussions about Berserk (my best friend and I are so in love with it that it’s hard not to mention it when we speak about manga/anime/comics), One Piece, about Bleach, about Ghost in the Shell, One Punch Man, Mob Psycho100, about some animes I didn’t know, about some comics even and I was so surprised because I didn’t know a big part of the world of manga/anime/comics actually touched such a large group of my friends. 

It’s really cool though, because obviously I didn’t use to have the occasion to talk about these up until these last few years, which is why I have my blog (even if the purpose it serves is because I’m probably the only fan amongst my friends who has 0 patience to the point of always having to think about theories) and we did cover so many titles (a lot I didn’t know) that I really had a particularly amazing evening.  

tl;dr the thing I want to convey is that IRL there is a stereotype about liking manga/anime (and possibly comics but I don’t read any so I wouldn’t know) that’s making you odd or a nerd or a geek in the head of those who don’t, when it’s actually touching a lot of generations and a lot of different people, precisely because it is so diversified.

For example, I used to be extremely ashamed about liking manga/animes when I was a few years younger, precisely because of criticism coming from people who only had this stereotype in mind. It took me a while to get over it but now I’m really enjoying making those people try a series or two for themselves, to see if they wouldn’t happen to like it too.

This is why I think it’s important to own up to what you like (even if there are always going to be a few people who won’t be impressed), because that’s how a group of ten grown adults, all having different situations in life, ended up exchanging about series they enjoy for basically two hours at another friend’s birthday party (and sometimes it got really passionate :D). 

...Now I’m hoping one day someone amongst my friends will give a try to Kuroshitsuji xDDD (but then again, I blame the stereotypes that the anime glued to the title, despite the manga being different and way better in my opinion). 

Be proud of what you like!!

[sanjapan]

We are happy to announce two more voice over guests for San Japan XI with Natalie Hoover and Andrew Love.

Natalie Hoover is a voice actor who has done work for anime and video games that you love! Recent roles include Sonia Nevermind and Monophanie from the acclaimed Danganropa series, Tomoyo Daidouji in Cardcaptor Sakura, Lily in Recovery of an MMO Junkie, Tsukino in SHOW BY ROCK!!, Tiara in Fairy Fencer F, Nikki in LOVE NIKKI, Reina Izumi in Myriad Colors Phantom World, Le Fay Pendragon in Highschool DxD, Nana Sakurai in Prince of Stride, Arisa Ahokainen in Akiba’s Trip!, and Yolko in the hit series Sword Art Online that aired on Toonami.

To learn more about Natalie, visit her at www.nataliehoover.com or follow her Twitter (@NatalieHooverVO)!

Andrew Love is extremely excited to be at San Japan for the first time. Winner of Behind the Voice Actor’s Anime Male Voice Actor of the Year for 2013 and has voiced over 100 characters since 2006, Andrew is most notably known for his work in such titles as My Love Story (Takeo, Official BTVA 2016 Best Male Lead in a Series winner), Tanaka-Kun is Always Listless (Ohta), Haven’t you heard I’m Sakamoto (Acchan), Parasyte (Uragami, BTVA 2016 Best Supporting Male Lead in a Series nomination), Food Wars! (Daigo), Haikyuu! (Yamamoto), Log Horizon (Naotsugu), Akame Ga Kill (Ibara), Clannad (Akio Furukawa), One Piece (Mr. 5, Kumadori, Akainu), High School of the Dead (Soichiro Takagi, others), Kids On The Slope (Sentaro), Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood (Gerso), Halo:Legends (Raoh, Fred), Appleseed (Hades), Hakuoki (Hijikata), Needless (Adam Blade), and Angel Beats (Fujimaki) among others. Andrew performed motion capture and facial capture for Starship Troopers: Invasion (Carl, Bugspray, etc.) and Starship troopers: Traitor of Mars (Carl, FEDNET Official, etc.), as well as lending his vocal talents to each. He also did the motion capture of Two-Horns in Appleseed Alpha and was a part of the voice acting ensemble. When he is not voicing characters, he is part of the Classical Theatre Company’s acting troupe in Houston. He is a native Texan and an avid comic book reader.

[andtheylivedhealthlyeverafter]

I recently finished my first year of university, and I thought that i could make a post with some tips for everyone who is going to uni anytime soon. I hope that this post can help all of you!! Let’s get started!!

Get to know your teacher 

Is important to know your teachers, and is even more important that the teachers know you. This might seem trivial but it will come in handy when you have to write an email to your teacher telling him/her that you need help, they will remember who you are and will be happier to help you. It goes unsaid that in order to have a good relationship with your teachers you have to show up to class (on time!!!) and when possible actively partecipate to the lecture.

Develop a study method since the beginning of the year/semester 

This is crucial, you need to know how you want to study your material in order to know which note taking method you'll use or if you'll need your textbooks during class. For example, you can see here in my study method that it focuses primarily on note taking and less on my textbook, for this reason I won't take my textbook with me to class (unless the teacher demands it) and I try to focus all my attention on taking good notes. 

Take with you everything you might need if you don't live near your uni

By everything I mean everything: meds, tampax, bandaids, makeup (If your wear it), snacks, enough water, etc... I assure you that having an heartburn for a whole day because you forgot your meds at home is worse than a trip in hell 

Pack your bag and your lunch the night before 

Please!! Do this!!! Or else you'll probably forget something, just trust me! 

Get a Calendar

Or a planner, or a piece of paper, or whatever floats your boat!! Keep track of your exams, dates, medical appointments, jobs and assignments in order to be able to organize everything and know when you'll have to study. Moreover it will help you stay on top of everything!!

Do your assignments and hand them in on time! 

This is very important, if you'll always hand in your assignments late or you don't hand them in at all it won't only affect your grade but your relationship with the teacher as well! Moreover most assignments will help you revise the material and focus on what the teacher considers important 

Now it's time for your questions

@pandabaffuto asked me: “How soon do you start studying for the exams? (Do you forget infos if you start too soon?)”

It depends actually, I usually pay a lot of attention in class and almost every week I revise my notes so I guess I kinda study all year long. On a more serious notes if I took my notes well and I already made my study guides during the year I start studying 2 weeks in advance, otherwise I'll give my self one more week (aka I'll study 3 weeks in advance) to get my notes together and write a study guide. I would like to add that usually all my exams are really close to each other in terms of dates so in those two week I'll study each subject for more or less one hour and a half a day. I've never started sooner than 3 weeks but I suppose that up to 4 week I would still remember stuff, however more than a month early would probably be too much for me. 

@flowercrownheroes asked me: “ How do you make friends? Especially if you don't live on the campus“

It's extremely hard for me to make friends because I'm really really shy ;_; however I’ll give you my best tips . Small premise: luckily my uni is really small for this reason is really easy to know each other still I didn't talk to anyone (aside from my friend who came with me to my uni) for the first to weeks. The best tip I can give you is to try and sit nearby other people and start a conversation before the class starts (that's actually how I met most of the wonderful people I now know in uni). If your are too shy to talk first look around and see if someone has the same interests as you, sit near them and try to show them that you have a common interest for example by leaving a book/ comic of your fandom around, wearing a bright T-shirt of your favorite character and so on... (Fun fact, I used this tactic during the first year of high school to get a girl that later would have become one of my best friends to talk to me about mangas and it worked perfectly). Last but not least if your uni has a facebook group you could enter the group and participate in the various discussions. For the “on campus” thing I don’t really know tbh because here in Italy we don’t really have campuses, but I suppose that you could look around and discover if someone that goes to your uni lives near you and get to know them.

If you guys have anymore questions ask me down here or on my blog and I’ll gladly answer you!

May you have a marvelous day

Acchan

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