#geidai

[animatedshortoftheday]

Roll Call (2017) [2 min] by Shiori Watanabe | Japan

[iloveabunchofgames]

#JakeReviewsItch

Arigatou, Ningen-san!

by Michelle Ma

Price (US): Name your own price

Included In: Bundle for Racial Justice and Equality

Genre: Visual Novel

Pitch: Walk through town finding and petting funny animals. A short, bilingual picture book.

My expectations: Looks super cute. I don't see a single written word in any of the screenshots, and its style is completely unlike any other visual novel I've reviewed so far. I'm feeling good about this.

Review:

If you have a very young child and an iPad, download Arigatou, Ningen-san! right away. It’s going to be a huge hit in your house. For those of us who aren’t churning through a stack of picture books every night, the appeal will be limited.

A bird named Tori-san (“tori” is Japanese for bird) lands on your house and explains that animals around town need love and attention, setting off a linear journey to find five animals across three screens.

A snake named Hebi-san (go ahead and guess the Japanese word for snake) is hiding behind a not-at-all-subtly rustling plant. The other four animals aren’t hiding at all, which feels like a missed opportunity.

Once an animal is found, it must be squashed and stretched, with animations that are guaranteed to send any toddler into paroxysms of giggles. And that’s all there is to it.

The two-finger controls are built for a touchscreen. On a PC, this is emulated by holding Ctrl while clicking. It works, but it’s inelegant. The writing is cute enough, but it’s not the star of the show. The music and sound effects are fitting, but again, they’re not spectacular. It’s all about funny, squishy animals.

+ Cuuuute. + Funny! + Perfect for tiny kids who are just starting to take an interest that flat, glowing thing you always have in your hand. + Maybe 5-10 minutes from start to finish.

– The animal-squishing scenes take a little too long for my liking. You squish and squish and squish, and at some point—I could never quite figure out the trigger—the animal says, "Cool, that's enough," and the scene ends. – Little variety. How about some more hide and seek? What if all the animals didn't have the exact same request? – Unintuitive mouse and keyboard controls. The game refers to two-finger touchscreen operations as "zoom and pinch"—wouldn't it make more sense to map these actions to the mouse wheel or the right mouse button? Take it easy on the toddlers. – All text is displayed in both English and Japanese at all times. I love that it's bilingual; I'm confused by the execution. As an English speaker who is trying to learn Japanese, it's too complex for me. Most text boxes contain multiple sentences, so I have a hard time comparing the two languages. A furigana option would be helpful, as early readers like myself will likely find the some of the kanji impenetrable. Since there's no recorded speech, I must assume everything's meant to be read by mommy or daddy. If said parent is already fluent in two languages—these specific languages—they're probably capable of translating the writing on their own, leaving me to wonder why all text is displayed in both English and Japanese at all times.

🧡🧡🧡🤍🤍 Bottom Line: Arigatou, Ningen-san is free, it's cute, and the picture book crowd will flip for its funny animal squishing. By the way, have to looked up "ningen" yet? That one will catch you off guard.

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[seimeikatsudou]

『Creative Archive』 vol.1（発行：東京藝術大学未来創造継承センター　発売：月曜社）の編集のお手伝いをしました

[egor-kraft]

I was somewhat quiet about it. To be fully honest I find it challenging to speak and publish much these days as the pain of the bleeding world is taking its toll. I'm sure so it does to many. But for the sake of exercising of getting out those tiny bits of life that happen to be on the brighter side — mine was definitely in Japan for the past few months. I was incredibly lucky to have been taking part in an academic visit at the @tokyo_geidai Geidai University of the Arts in Tokyo, a city I have an escapist romance with lately. And a place, where I'm currently working on some new stuff largely inspired by the unique locality. #kraftblog #tokyo #geidai https://www.instagram.com/p/CnxB1sBSFtj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sebbyisland]

Why don’t you etch my likeness into stone like one of your French girls(desc in alt id)

[asterrrrion]

I'm on the middle of reading Blue Period and like. Why is Geidai fucking trash ?

The teachers are so bad, and not only are they bad but also terrible people. They speak to their students violently and don't care about them or their art, yet don't bother actually explaining what's wrong with their pieces. They're manipulative and scary and seem proud of it, even though the point of a school is to help students grow and develop, and they are not helping with that. Like they don't even bother,, Explaining things ???

Sorry to say this but even if you're a famous artist that doesn't mean you can look someone in the eye and tell them they're selfish for not putting their art above themselves because they won't do a piece about themselves having sex.

The point of a teacher's job isn't to judge the value of their students as people but to help raise the value of their work.

Also, all that talk about only of their students being a diamond and the others only being there to polish that one student is fucking stupid, if you're gonna do a school for one person then don't admit so many people. When you take in students you have a duty to actually teach them and try to better them, not use them for others.

[ber-go]

Happy V-day ! here’s a BLP vday card I made last year :> 

[anime-of-the-day]

Anime of the Day Top 3 Anime From:

Geidai Animation

My Little Goat

Scutes on my mind

The House of Loss

[levbolton]

[animatedshortoftheday]

Way Back to the Sea (2014) [9 min] by Kaori Iwase | Japan

[seimeikatsudou]

『GA Journal vol.5』（発行：東京藝術大学大学院 国際芸術創造研究科）の和文校正をお手伝いしました

[dkniade]

Sometimes I wonder if I just don’t feel emotions very intensely when it comes to reacting to stories, but then I realize if the coming-of-age (??) fine-art-focused manga Blue Period can give me so much secondhand stress as an artist that I actually paused reading about the university arcs (because of the in-universe art assignments), then surely it’s not because I don’t feel intensely, but rather the other stories I’ve been reading/viewing/playing are just either not well-written or just not my type

Not just secondhand stress though. I actually cried after watching (anime) Yuka drawing on the canvas, rejecting the prompt in the first Geidai entrance exam, in a similar way that Yun Jin’s appended line in “The Divine Damsel of Devastation” made me cry

[hyejinkim]

Well, maybe this is not anyone's request but and only as my own desire to introduce the character I created inspired by the AU 'Lilith's descendants'.

Disclaimer :

Everything I write is the physical body of the artificial and there is no further intention or justification in the character profile that I created, all are just ffictio.

''In truth, words alone are insufficient to build trust, as mere statements without evidence or substance carry no weight and hold little meaning. Trust is best established through actions and tangible proof, rather than relying solely on empty promises or hollow assertions."

Character sheet :

Biological Information

Name : Lillian

Aliase : Daughter of Lilith, Lady Hyejin, Jin. Lord Asmodeus close friend.

Species : Vampire (Pure Blood)

Birthday : November, 8th.

Sign : Scorpio (♏)

Age : 19-20

Relatives: Mr & Mrs Kim (Adoptive parents)

                Bio Parents (Presumably deceased)

Occupation : Artis & Designer.

Affiliation : College student S1 at Tokyo University of the Arts (Geidai)

Homeland : Japan 🇯🇵

Status : Walking Corpse/Undead

Mental Illness : Depression, ADHD, Anxiety

Sexuality : Demisexuality & Sopiosexual

Voiced By : Nana Mizuki

Physical Description

Eye colour : Magenta (Normal). Crimson (when she drank human blood, also when she angry).

Hair colour : Brownish black

Height : 170 Cm

Weight : 53 Kg

Bust/Body type : D Cup, Curvy.

Gender : Females

Core fear: Of being abandoned or without support.

Core desire: To find security and support.

ABILITIES :

Basic vampire abilities : Immortality, Superhuman strength, Enhanced speed and agility, Healing factor, Hypnotic abilities, Shape-shifting, Enhanced senses, Immunity to conventional weapons/Resist Disease/Resist Poison. Exceptional self-control, Scale walls, Teleportation.

Source : https://www.quora.com/What-are-vampire-powers

SPECIAL ABILITY :

Telepathy, Elemental Manipulation, Animal Control, Telekinesis, Supernatural blood, Vampire Manipulation, Painting Magic.

Source : https://www.quora.com/What-are-vampire-powers

Source :

https://blackclover.fandom.com/wiki/Painting_Magic

PACT WITH : Asmodeus

PREFERENCES

Hobbies : Listening to classical music, drawing-painting-sculpting, sleeping, visiting old cemeteries and abandoned places.

Pet peeves : People prying into her affairs

                    Crowded place

                    Human (In general)

Favorite food : Blood (Type O), wine and dark chocolate.

Least favorite food : Food/Blood that has an unpleasant ordor, colour, taste or raw, milk.

Talent : Drawing-Painting

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE :

''With ethereal grace, she stands at a stately 5'7', her bewitching beauty commanding admiration with her captivating grace. Her slender yet curvaceous form is further accentuated by her long, wavy hair, which cascades to her waist length in a waterfall of midnight black tresses. Her pale, smooth complexion stands in stark contrast to the dark beauty mark beneath her left eye, set like a precious gem among her porcelain facades. Her hair parts smoothly in the center, possesses a unique allure—her rare pink pupil slices peering through thin pupils, hinting at hidden depths within her alluring mystique.'

Her Pro And Con :

Pro :

An lady with elegance and detail would likely be described as introspective, creative, and empathetic. She is a highly emotional person, often seeking to understand and connect with others on a deep level. She has a strong sense of intuition, which she trusts implicitly. Her imagination is vast and vibrant, often filled with ideas and possibilities. She is likely to have a unique style and grace, often preferring elegant and classic pieces. Her presence would exude a certain captivating allure, combining her inner depth with her outer . She is marked by her intense loyalty, deep emotional intelligence, and fierce determination. She is fiercely protective of those she cares for and will go to great lengths to defend and support them. Her passion and drive make her an inspiring and powerful force to be reckoned with.

In moments that demand rationality and doubt, she is a bastion of logic and skepticism, carefully scrutinizing her surroundings. Her intuition guides her, and whenever her gut feeling alerts her to something amiss or out of place, she instinctively relies on it, as it has never led her astray. What surprises many is her wisdom and maturity, which, though occasionally obscured by her emotional nature, often manifest in astute observations and profound insights. Despite her sensitivity, she possesses a remarkable ability to navigate the complexities of life with grace and sagacity.

Con :

This lady with elegance and refinement may have a tendency to be overly sensitive and easily wounded. She might be plagued with self-doubt and insecurity, especially when confronted with criticism or conflict. Her high degree of empathy and emotional intensity can sometimes lead to feelings of overwhelming emotional fatigue and burnout. She can also be prone to indecision, investing too much time in understanding her own emotions before making decisions. It's not uncommon for her to struggle with enforcing boundaries with her loved ones or closest friends and often puts the needs of others before her own. She can be quite possessive and jealous, and her intense emotions can sometimes lead her to act impulsively.

Despite her tendency to seek certain authority figures and structures, she often harbors a sense of skepticism and caution. This wariness is rooted in her past  experiences in foster care, particularly with the caretakers and previous foster parents she had in her childhood. As a result, she has developed a guarded attitude towards authority figures, especially men, and finds herself caught in a cycle of searching for something or someone to believe in while simultaneously maintaining a distance and reluctance to get too close.

Even so, if she has been deeply hurt or betrayed, her vindictive and petty nature may manifest. She will not hesitate to act coldly and distantly, even going as far as cutting off contact with said individuals who have wronged her. She may view such connections as mistakes and lessons learned, and while there may be a bitter-sweetness to the loss of these people from her life, she is willing to let them go if necessary to protect herself and maintain her emotional well-being, even if it means harboring a grudge or taking small revenges against them.

[newagevictorianorphan]

yamaguchi, please take all of murai’s pain, double it, and pass it on to the teachers at geidai 🙏🙏🙏

[hanyjar]

the magnum opus and the muse.

yaguchi yatora x reader

notes: [818 words.] geidai yatora makes me question everything fr ): anyways pls give blue period the love it deserves!! i am literally scraping the floor for crumbs

disclaimers: university au! yaguchi, mentions of smoking & drinking (they discourage it tho), brief mention of underage drinking, reader & yaguchi are probs depressed, friends pining for each other, questioning the future & reminiscing abt the past!!

masterlist.

“How does it feel to hate the things you love?”

A puff of smoke escapes his chapped lips, eyes glistening with a sense of mirth from your question.

Yatora Yaguchi has always been an enigma. From the moment he dyed his hair and pierced his ears, to when his love for art blossomed into an almost self destructive endeavour.

You wonder why he did it. Why would he go through such lengths for it all? For his definition of love.

Even more so now, as he stood in front of you. Yatora looks different now, you thought. Clad in nothing but an all black hoodie and weathered jeans gifted to him during his high-school days, one would think he looks the same as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary.

But you know better. He knows better.

His usually bleached hair is showing his natural roots. The whites of his eyes are bloodshot; Yatora walks with a sense of lethargy instead of self-assured confidence, a feeling you know all too well.

He, too, is hit with the feeling of sullen dreams.

“It fucking sucks. I have no idea what I’m supposed to be doing.” Yatora brings up a hand to his face, covering the bags that rimmed his eyes. “Pass me another smoke, would you?”

A reluctant grimace finds its way onto your face, hand reaching into your pocket for the box of poison anyways. “You’re killing your lungs that way, y’know.”

“And you’re killing your liver. You’re one to talk.”

Downing the liquor you would once steal from your parent’s cabinets, and were now legal to buy it with your own money, you reminisced.

Back to your youth. Back to when Yatora was encapsulating a blue Shibuya - not living amongst the colour. Back to when you and he didn’t lay in shards of crushed hopes that pierce through the very cores of your beings.

“It would be easier,” you turn to him, watching how the evening glow of Shibuya painted his face with warmth. “If you lived without passion. Like me.”

A beat of silence passes through the air. “No thanks,” he interjects.

“Hey! Why?” You punch his shoulder half-heartedly, “I’m serious. I almost died trying to create a so-called ‘magnum opus’, and now you might too. That’s the last thing I want from you.”

Another cloud of smoke enriches the air around you. And with the smile he gives you, one with the brilliance of a thousand stars, Yatora makes you realise. Within this ghost city, so devoid of life, there was still hope. Hope that came in the form of an ex-delinquent boy, now a Geidai student.

“Because, you said it yourself back in our second year of junior high. That’s the worst way of living. And eventually, you’ll lose sense of yourself, right?” His hand reaches to readjust the scarf he placed around you, delicately. Like he always was, with you. “I believe you still live with passion. You just refuse to believe it.”

Yes, you thought to yourself. Yatora’s right when he says you do live with passion.

But it’s not what he may think.

It’s not in the form of art, not in the tangible, literal sense anyways. Not in the way society thinks of what art is.

It’s in the form of love.

In the form of him.

Yatora is your magnum opus. And you hope to see him bloom into something magnificent.

So, you partly know the answer to your own question. To feel hatred for the things you love? It is to feel hatred towards the man you dedicated yourself wholly to, for he is the one who is slowly leading himself into turmoil.

But, just as before, you will wait. Forever, and evermore. The words lingering on the tip of your tongue will remain unspoken until he, too, sees you in a similar light.

You sigh. That’s enough thinking; you’ve drunk too much again.

A slight tug to your hands snaps you back to reality. “C’mon, daydreamer. My mum has been wanting to see you again. How does spending a night at my house sound?”

The slight desperate tone in his voice makes you realise that maybe, just maybe, Yatora is clinging to the past too.

Little do you know, he views you as something incomprehensible too. Why does he always search for a glimpse of you in the Geidai halls? Attending class would be the last thing you do. It is all unknown to him.

Yatora’s love burns. He is able to paint even through tears; he never feels as if too much is enough. And maybe that’s why he refuses to let you go. He can never get enough of you.

He can never get enough of the person that historians would dictate as his muse.

And maybe that's why he refuses to say the words which cling onto the deep crevices of his heart so very deeply.