#nao's commissions

[icedghostlatte-art]

"You don't have to be alone, you know."

{ Commission for @kingofthe7sins }

[coustar]

$20 Naoreko commission from back in June for ArisingVoid on Twitter

[al4thea]

Thank you so much for the commission @astro-nao! This was really fun to do because I've always wanted to draw a guitar in a grayscale version, luckily it came in the form of Sodo from the band Ghost! How nice that is- totally listened to their songs while drawing ♡

[currynatto]

what it could have been?...

[dreamieparadise]

@cloudvaria I reuploaded because I caught a mistake! I'm so sorry. Here is the fixed version.

Thank you again for commissioning me, dear! I really enjoyed drawing Naoya and Momina together and hope to do so more. 🫶🏾💗💗💗💗

Comm here

[evanescencefan101]

[sweeptomp]

Oh, I forgot to post this, but here's an other commission from Mcfli again of Nao this time.

Just a heads up, might add a bunch of posts!

[stellamancer]

it is so fun using picrews to make ocs like look at my little guys!! look at them!!

[serieoo]

Your Domain is Silence

Commission done for @zweimm !

[icedghostlatte-art]

Icon Comm for @zerinth-official

[douqi7s]

Baihe audio drama art by Nongmin Shanquan (农民山泉), from top:

Poster for the Revolutionary Road (革命之路) audio drama, featuring the characters Wang Ruoxi, Ding Youlei and Wei Jing, based on the novel of the same title by Ning Yuan (宁远)

Another poster for the Revolutionary Road audio drama, featuring the characters Gu Yizhe, Yang Youjing and Wu You

Poster for the audio drama Fake Amnesia (伪装失忆), based on the novel of the same title by Xiao Shui Xuan Ge (潇水玄舸)

Poster for the audio drama Let's Get Married First (可以先结婚), based on the novel of the same title by Ning Yuan

Poster for the audio drama I Wish I Knew How to Quit You (总有老师要请家长), based on the novel of the same title by Jing Wu (璟梧)

Poster for the audio drama My First Love Regrets Letting Me Slip Through Her Fingers (白月光她追悔莫及), based on the novel of the same title by Tu Ni (荼倪)

Poster for the audio drama Distance (距离), based on the novel of the same title by Mi Nao Nao (米闹闹)

Poster for the audio drama The Light (微光), based on the novel of the same title by Yu Shuang (鱼霜)

Poster for the audio drama Fascinating (入迷), based on the novel of the same title by Qing Tang Shuan Xiang Cai (清汤涮香菜)

Poster for the audio drama Lure (诱饵), based on the novel of the same title by Xiao Bao (晓暴)

See the artist's Weibo here for sketches, fan art, commissions and updates.

[bleachbleachbleach]

Our favorite free online film festival is BACK! It runs for the next two weeks and features *twenty three* films, which is tragically a lot more films than we'll have time for; we've watched every offering in past years, and have watched some real weird films, but also some true gems (and some that were both).

In the second half of June, the festival will transition its lineup to two dramas, one of which I'm pretty sure we commissioned in some past life, because the summary is, "A moving drama about a “tabi” (Japanese traditional socks) manufacturer’s rise to the challenge of developing running shoes."

Anyway, the four films I am personally most intrigued by, based on a quick scan:

Single8 (2023)

The year is 1978. Obsessed with Star Wars, a high-schooler called Hiroshi (UEMURA Yu) attempts to make his own sci-fi film featuring a big space ship. His film-loving friends also join him to begin building a fake space ship and shooting it with an 8mm camera. Eventually, they learn that a film is not only about the shooting but that the story and themes are important. Working hard, they write a script and show it to Natsumi, a girl in their class (TAKAISHI Akari). She agrees to appear in the film and they begin production!

School Meals Time Graduation (2022)

Japanese public schools provide lunch, and it is normal for teachers and students to eat together in the classroom. School meals are unique elements of Japanese culture and education. Popular menu items include “Napolitan” spaghetti flavored with ketchup and “koppe” bread. Amarida (ICHIHARA Hayato) is a middle school teacher who lives for these school meals. He is secretly competing with his student Kamino (SATO Taishi) who has been experimenting every day on the best way to make their lunches taste even better. One day, they are threatened by a decline in the flavor of school lunches when a new revamp that prioritizes healthiness is suggested. Amarida rises to the challenge of protecting the flavor of school meals!

My Broken Mariko (2022)

Tomoyo (NAGANO Mei), an office worker, learns from the television news that her best friend Mariko (NAO) had died falling from an apartment building. Tomoyo knew that Mariko had been terribly abused by her father since childhood. She steals her best friend’s bones away from the father and runs. Mariko had also been physically abused by her partner while she was alive—she constantly had her life ruined by men. As Tomoyo remembers her memories with Mariko, she heads towards the sea, where Mariko had always wanted to go. While on the road, Tomoyo meets Makio (KUBOTA Masataka) who she involves into her final journey with Mariko, as she carries her bones.

Japan Horror Film Competition (2022)

The Japan Horror Film Competition began in 2021 with the goal of discovering and supporting new talents in Japanese horror. The competition, which had an open submission and focused on the horror film genre, was the first of its kind in Japan and the inaugural edition received over 100 submissions. The Grand Prize winner was given the opportunity to direct a new full-length feature film in a commercial setting.

[prettyiwa]

Prince!Miyuki Kazuya x Knight!F!Reader Summary: An invitation to a royal wedding in the south demands your presence alongside your prince. Before the trek, Prince Kazuya thought of you as a friend and a knight and little else—you were his dedicated Foxglove Knight. A conversation earlier in the week centered around the concept of love, a concept which Kazuya has not been able to stop thinking of, it seems. Words: 1830 a/n: @owoasis has been talking to me about BLL again and I miss it dearly. Here's a scene I wrote like, a year back. Also, very special shoutout to @ceenthesis who shared this amazing art for this fic! 💜💜

You’ve been taking too long—much longer than Kazuya would have anticipated. On occasion, you’ve taken longer to prepare yourself, but you’ve never made him wait more than a few minutes. It’s erring on rude. If you don’t hurry, you’ll both be late to the feast.

Is it like this for Omae? Outside of Nao’s soon-to-be wife, you and Princess Omae are some of the only women in formal attendance. He’s seen your taste in garments for formal events, and he can’t imagine what would make tonight different. Watching as not one but two different attendants leave your quarters worries him.

Perhaps you’ve fallen ill? Everyone’s feeling the exhaustion from the games, so perhaps the end of the hunt meant the end of your strength. Perhaps you’re more human than you care to admit, and perhaps you need a rest, too.

The door slides open and he’s prepared a remark for you and—

Oh.

The air rushes out of his lungs and there’s an unfamiliar itch in his palms, a tingle he doesn’t know how to control. His face is noticeably warmer and he definitely feels hot where the collar of his coat sits on his neck. 

He wants—

That he wants anything astounds him, but here he is, wanting.

It makes sense why you needed the additional time and why you needed the assistance of attendants, why you didn’t come to him for help.

He cannot imagine a scenario wherein you would have asked the royal seamstresses to craft you such an elegant gown, one that doesn’t allow for protective layers whatsoever. If anything, this seems an elaborate set up by Isashiki and a private commission to manufacture a romantic scenario to rival those he reads. The bodice clings to you, velvet highlighting your natural figure to the sash tied around your waist. And you, in his royal blue.

You look otherworldly, a lady fit for court rather than plate armor. It’s difficult to believe only hours ago, you were by his side, covered in mud with that look in your eye as the boar charged you both. And yet…

Shuffling uncomfortably, you rub your hands together before intertwining your fingers in a rare display of—well, he doesn’t know what to call it. He’s never seen you so… out of your element. But, for being out of your element, you look incredible.

“My prince. Surely there isn’t time for you to gawk at me. I believe we’re close to impropriety with our tardiness.”

“Gawk— I’m not—gawk?!”

“Come now.” Your smile is sheepish as you say it, eyes briefly meeting his before looking away.

It’s unusual to hear such a command from you in such a state, voice wrapping around the words with an eagerness for the night to be done. He’s suddenly wishing the night would continue. Will you wear something similar for the wedding tomorrow?

“I believe I should be escorting you tonight, not the other way around,” he says, half in jest, half with the desire to reach out and touch. His smile grows as he extends his arm, watching as you look at it before resigning yourself to his offer. 

If only for tonight, you look uncomfortable with his attention.

You fit into his side easily, if not entirely too stiff. Tonight is unfamiliar for you, enough that it has him biting his tongue, stopping most jokes as they come to mind, wishing instead to distract you and set you at ease.

“Have you seen how garish Mei’s regalia is? It seems he’s forgotten that he’s a guest tonight,” Kazuya starts, leading you towards the Lodge, remembering the white fabric with red and gold accents. Startling attire in most formal settings, much less a regal wedding in the middle of wetlands. You smile and breathe out a laugh, but it’s not quite there yet. “If that’s what he wears to the wedding of a friend, I’m curious as to what he would wear at his own wedding.”

“It’s quite the shame that you would never find out.”

“That it is. Not unless relations between our nations evolved that I would be safe attending, but I doubt that we’ll see such an outcome in my lifetime.”

“I made mention of this to Archduke Hongou—”

“When did you speak to the archduke?” Mention of the leader in the northern islands sets him on edge, though he cannot place why.

“My prince, you watched—”

“Watched?” Beside him, you laugh at his incredulous tone. “What, pray tell, did I watch? I cannot recall such a time you spoke to him. You don’t mean during the duels?”

Relaxed, you feel loose by his side. Pliable, he would venture, though he cannot know for certain. This exchange, this needling, remains much more comfortable for you than the rest of what this night holds.

You aren’t given a chance to answer, not when reaching the Great Lodge, not when everyone turns to see the last to arrive, eyes lingering. Lingering on you or him, he doesn’t know, nor does he know whether they linger because of the attire or the timing. Their attention undoes what he’s spent the last couple minutes doing in a matter of seconds, but he won’t give you time to dwell on that.

Conversations start again, though a few pairs of eyes follow you, it seems. He guides you to the seats, the table next to the first, a sign of the effort he put forth in procuring tonight’s second dish. It’s charming, in an inelegant sort of way, the way you pause as he pulls out your chair, the way you look at him with novel apprehension. But you take your seat beside him, shifting closer once he sits beside you.

This is the comfort of familiarity, nothing more.

You’ve had no more to drink than the first, inescapable for it is a custom of this land’s weddings, but it’s given you enough liquid courage that you’re comfortable moving without him as you are in full gear. The feasting is done and the gifts have been brought out—at least, those consisting of alcohol.

Mei, Shunshin, and Amahisa are speaking around him, but for the life of him, he cannot repeat a word they’ve said in the last five minutes. He can, however, name those who still watch you, now with hungry eyes where there was once only polite interest.

Perhaps not. Perhaps the only hunger is his.

Why does he hunger? It cannot be more than a side effect of visiting these lands. It used to be like this in the past, too, but—

“I told you, he’s not listening.” 

“You clearly know him better than I, Narumiya,” Amahisa says, voice pleading. “Do you believe he would mind?”

“Mind?”

“If I asked his companion—”

“His knight?” Mei laughs, uninhibited and not because of the alcohol. “What was her title? ‘Foxglove?’”

It’s the mention of your knightly title that earns Kazuya’s attention, forcing his attention away from you for but a moment. “What about my Foxglove Knight?”

Mei smiles with a single brow raised, smug and triumphant, his expression unchanging as he returns his gaze to Amahisa. “Kazuya doesn’t have a say in this. If you wish to dance with her, you must ask her. He cannot determine autonomy for her.”

“I’m aware of that, but I don’t wish to step on any toes—”

“You won’t be,” Kazuya says, standing with surprising fluidity given how the room spins as he does. Even as he speaks, he cannot look away from you, cannot miss the smile you give Harada or the way you turn to look at the archduke. All he knows is that he cannot bear another moment with this ugly twisting, clawing heat, eager to burst from behind his rib cage.

Amahisa’s words fade away, as does Mei’s sharp laugh, and the archduke is the first to take notice of Kazuya’s approach, excusing himself and returning to Renji’s side. Harada looks between you and Kazuya, eyes catching on something over Kazuya’s shoulders before sighing, deep and exasperated, as he does when following Mei.

“If you’ll excuse me.”

You’re the last one to notice, eyes following the hulking form of what should be your rival. When you take notice of Kazuya, you do so without a single drop of admonishment. No hint of self-rebuke for not noticing sooner. No change in expression, either. Except—

Ah.

You smile.

You smile and the musicians change the tempo and the song is much more… subtle. Encouraging, whereas the last was overtly jovial.

“My prince?”

“You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

“Well, yes. Sir Harada promised to share with me the secret to his flaming sword.”

“Did he now?”

“He did. The archduke was quite curious, too, and Sir Harada seemed to have no qualms about sharing the information.”

“You don’t say.”

Your smile falters, dropping almost imperceptibly. 

“Is there something you wish from me?” you ask, stepping closer, brows stitching together only slightly, concern starting to interrupt your pleasance.

“Dance with me.”

His request startles you as much as it does him. “My… my prince?”

He doesn’t even like dancing. Why did he say that? More pressing, why does he feel this way?

“I asked you to dance with me.”

Why does he want to dance at all?

“You most certainly did not ask.”

No, that’s not right. He doesn’t want to dance.

“I did.”

Not by himself, anyway. And not, it would seem, with anyone else.

“My prince,” you breathe with a grin. Comfortable, familiar. “That was a command. You’re attempting to command me to dance with you.”

But he wishes to dance with you.

“I did not mean it as such.”

At least once tonight.

“You may not mean it as such, but you tried nonetheless.”

Please.

“Then how’s this,” he starts, taking your hand in his before he bows, a proper request. “Will you dance with me, my lady?”

“Lady? That’s a bit strong.” You look away from him, unable to keep his gaze, though he looks not away. Despite this, you do not remove your hand from his.

“Is it?”

“Since when have I been a ‘lady?’” When you face him again, your smile drops. He remembers the comments the others made throughout the week, questioning your lack of nobility and wondering aloud how you obtained your appointment as his personal guard.

“Since tonight. Tonight, you are not my knight. You are my companion. My lady.” His words don’t change much for you—they never have—but you’re so dangerously close to giving him what he desires. “Please dance with me.”

“My prince…” You pull at his hand, bidding him to stand and face you properly. 

“I wish to dance with you, Foxglove.”

He doesn’t need to hear it, but his heart nearly stops when you adjust your hand in his, stepping closer so he may hold you for a waltz. Your smile reflects none of the uncertainties you felt a moment before, achingly soft and just for him.

“As you wish.”

Daiya no Ace Masterlist

[nina-rosa]

sorry for no new art, I’ve been a bit busy lately and also kinda tired but have this quick selfie of Nao I made for a twitter thing ✌🏽🌱 I’ll be back soon with some new commissions I’ve been drawing

[ddd09ish1]

Nao Is Disappointed in Your Gains

Man I Love Omega Strikers

And damn Nao is hot.

Something about the way she looks at me is motivating.

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[sweeptomp]

Yet another commission done by Luraiokun! Hope you like this as well!