#space men appear in tokyo

[shihlun]

Koji Shima

- Warning from Space / Space Men Appear In Tokyo

1956

[mylittleredgirl]

i can't stop chewing on the MASH time loop situation. my star trek brain will not turn off. there is definitely some kind of temporal anomaly at play, but it's not really a time loop in the traditional sense.

effects carry over from loop to loop. they appear to age. the same wounded soldiers appear on the table three times, but the scars of past surgeries are still there. a character leaves or dies and is gone from the mash forever; their replacement arrives near the end of the war and is still there at the beginning. the dates overlap, yet their presence is sequential. the other characters remember all of them.

how far does this effect extend? if it's summer again at mash, is it summer in tokyo? is it summer in maine? if BJ is in korea two years before he arrived, who's in residency in california, marrying his wife, conceiving his child?

their family trees at home deform—different wives, different children, loved ones alternately dead and alive and never born. those inside are oblivious to what they've lost. hawkeye remembers trapper, but not his sister. what happens in korea persists; the world outside is a fragile suggestion. he tells a soldier that men at the front can't see the whole war, only the other guys dug in with them on their one little hill.

for a deep space nine fan this is irresistible. hawkeye says, wars end, but war is forever. kira asks, if the past has changed, why do i still remember it? sisko never left that ship. time itself is warped by trauma. it is not linear. you exist here. you choose to exist here.

[screamofdespair]

Director 出﨑 統 Osamu Dezaki talks about Oniisama E...

Oniisama E... was the first project I worked on at Tezuka Productions. At that time, I had left my work at Tokyo Movie Shinsha and was focusing on OVA projects like B.B. and Sō Ryū Den. One day, a producer named Kuniharu Nagayama, with whom I had worked since my time at Mushi Production and who later joined Tezuka Productions, approached me with an offer. He said: "Why don't you direct it?" I replied, "I always wanted to work on Tezuka Osamu’s original works, but at Mushi Production, I was working on Ashita no Joe" Even after joining Tezuka Productions, they still wouldn’t let me handle Tezuka-sensei’s works. That dream was eventually fulfilled with Black Jack later.

Since I directed the second half of The Rose of Versailles, which is also a work by Ikeda-san, she apparently remembered me, and I imagine there was a conversation suggesting: 'If we’re going to adapt Oniisama E… into an anime, it should be done by that person."

I don’t usually read shoujo manga a lot. The only ones I’ve read are The Rose of Versailles and Aim for the Ace!, which I personally adapted into anime. I feel embarrassed to admit that I didn’t know anything about Oniisama E..., so I quickly read the original work. I found it very interesting. It’s a story full of selfish characters, and I really love that kind of thing.

Some may think this work differs from my past projects, but even with series like Ashita no Joe and Aim for the Ace!, which are often categorized as “sports dramas,” what I truly want to focus on isn’t the sports themselves but the human relationships and drama behind them. I’m someone who wants to portray drama, so I thought, “Oniisama E... is exactly the kind of drama I’m talking about!” (laughs).

“This is a world completely unknown to me. How fascinating!” I thought. As men, we don’t understand women, do we? There are times I find them amazing, and other times, scary. They are truly an unknown world. Throughout my life, I’ve had relationships with a few women, but that’s just a small part of the overall picture. In that sense, i just let my imagination run wild and thought, 'It would be amazing if such creatures existed!'. But as I read and tried to understand the original work, I also thought, They are just human beings like us.

Before starting the anime adaptation, I met with Ikeda-san to discuss about it. She didn’t provide any detailed requests or instructions in the direction, she simply said, 'I’ll leave it in your hands.' However, she made one exception: she specifically asked that Kaoru no Kimi, who dies in the original work ending, remain alive in the anime.

Ikeda-san's charm as a writer lies in how every character is desperately trying to live. Their actions make sense as you read, and you can empathize with them. They end up this way because they are trying their best. They end up this way because they’re hurt. They are people who, in regard to what they’ve done, somehow try to take personal responsibility, aren't they? In that sense, I really "understand" them.

The first character to catch my attention was Rei Asaka, or Saint-Juste. First, I just loved the name “Saint-Juste.” It left a strong impression on me because the name appeared in the The Rose of Versailles as the alias of an assassin. The powerful imagery of that story stayed with me. I thought, “This guy is really fascinating.” However, in the anime, we only managed to explore his character for one or two episodes. Because of that, I wanted to portray Saint-Juste in Oniisama E... as if she were someone transcending time and space. she’s such a poetic and deeply complex character, isn’t she? That's why I had her take pills from the very first episode.

Since it was broadcast on satellite TV, I was told we could push boundaries... This story focuses on adolescents peeking into the adult world, right? So, I figured that kind of portrayal was fitting. All the characters in the story bear emotional scars, don’t they? Whether it’s Saint-Juste or Kaoru no Kimi. Nanako was the only one who didn’t, which made her think, “I want scars too”. That’s essentially what the story is about, right?

Mariko Shinobu was also a fascinating character to depict. Her lipstick left a strong impression. When she made her vibrant entrance in the first episode, I remember thinking, “Ah, this series might really work.” Every project has a moment where a certain image feels like its the “starting point,” and for Oniisama E, that was Mariko. Even in the original work, she’s very impactful. The way her wavering emotions as a young girl are portrayed is truly compelling.

For instance, the way her father’s story unfolds feels incredibly realistic. And the way she quickly bonds with Nanako, that kind of behavior feels uniquely feminine, doesn’t it? Between men it’s difficult to overcome emotional barriers, and relationships tend to be much more detached. But between women, they can form extraordinarily close bonds, which might later transform into hatred.

If the other person is just a little more attractive or possesses something you lack, you may initially admire them and try to discover what makes them so special. But the moment you realize that quality can never truly be yours, they become your enemy. On the surface, you might get along, but if something sets it off, everything falls apart. You don’t even want to see them or hear their voice. You might even go so far as to steal the guy they’re dating. It can escalate to that level.

Men, I think, suppress those raw emotional instincts to some degree. On the other hand, women live constantly in that kind of emotional tension... That must be exhausting. Well, this is just from my imagination, of course (laughs).

Kaoru no Kimi has a masculine purity, yet she is bound by the fate of being a woman. She is more manly than any man. In a story like this, which features only women, the contrast might raise the question: 'What should a man be like?'

I created a scene where Kaoru no Kimi and Saint-Juste end up in bed together, but this wasn’t about homosexuality or anything like that. It was a manifestation of tenderness between two souls, each burdened with their own profound wounds. It was meant to show that something like this could happen. I wanted to portray it beautifully. However, those who saw it may have interpreted it differently (laughs).

As I was working on it, I came to realize that the one carrying the deepest emotional scars was actually Fukiko. When I realized that, she started to resemble to Reika Ryuzaki, aka Madame Butterfly, from Aim for the Ace! I portrayed Madame Butterfly as a woman so exemplary, so beautiful, and so strong that it inevitably leads people to wonder if such perfection hides deep inner struggles. My basic premise is that "the more beautiful a person is, the heavier the burdens they must bear." "The more beautiful they are, the more they must suffer." Of course, it's not always like that in real life. So, I decided to portray Fukiko's past and inner thoughts, as if looking through a magnifying glass. I even started imagining things that weren’t in the original work. Especially in the latter half of the series. Fukiko was particularly well-developed.

In terms of expanding the original story, which only consisted of two volumes, into 39 episodes, the writers really worked hard. At that time, Masami Mori also wrote the script for the OVA Black Jack that I directed, she was around 20 years old. Tomoko Komparu was in her 30s, and Chifude Asakura was in her 40s, so we had three female scriptwriters from different generations, and they all worked really hard. I would often ask them things like, "Isn’t this really how women are?" or "You must be thinking this, right?" and try to get them to open up their true feelings. Even so, it was hard to get them to reveal their true feelings, but when women write, sometimes there would be lines that would make me think, "Huh?", "A man could never have written this." I’m not the kind of director who always follows the script to make the storyboard but i used those impactful lines as a starting point, and then I explored the characters complexities. It was a really interesting and stimulating process. Every time I met Ikeda-san, she would ask me, "How do you understand women so well, Dezaki-san?" I would reply, "Eh? I don’t understand them at all" (laughs). It’s all just from my imagination. I’m sure in reality it’s different, but that’s how I portrayed it.

I think Akio Sugino probably enjoyed drawing women like Fukiko. Her grace was something only he could depict. Without that grace, her strength wouldn’t have been conveyed. That sense of elegance in his artwork was something he must have been born with. Well, that’s how it is with all of his works, but that quality really contributed strongly to the drama.

For the cast, I had the late sound director Etsuji Yamada think through a lot of things. We had a truly luxurious cast. Among so many experienced professionals, I had Hiroko Kasahara play Nanako. After listening to her audition tape, I felt something from it. However, I believe it was one of her first lead roles in a series. For that, her character was a bit too heavy, don’t you think?. She struggled at first, but gradually, she got better. In a way, I think she probably synced well with the character of Nanako, who was gradually growing and developing. For the dubbing, the first episode had the colors already added to the animation, but after that, we mostly recorded with just the finished drawings. Of course, this wasn’t something to be praised, but for this particular work, I think it might have actually worked well. The idea was that, by not focusing on synchronizing the voice with the lip movements, the voice actors were able to pour more energy into their performances. There were a lot of heavy lines, after all. Recording authentic, raw dialogue and then matching the animation’s lip movements to it. I think this approach worked well for the piece in the end. There was one time when the animation’s mouth movements and the voice didn’t quite match. It was in episode 17, where Fukiko found the letter Nanako wrote to her older brother and scolded Nanako for it. I decided to darken the scene at that moment. The line "Now, rip it in front of me" was a very striking one, so I secretly thought it turned out to be a good effect.

Source: Oniisama E... Blu-Ray BOX SET Booklet.

Note : The translation might not be the most accurate word-for-word, but i did my best to make it coherent.

[pinkaditty]

Who's Passing NNN? Tokyo Debunker Pt 5

hey man. the world keeps turning and i keep waking up. im grateful!

a/n: sorry i didn't update this series all weekend i mysteriously got sick with nausea and terrible headaches so i stayed away from my laptop most of the time. also please join me in prayer for an election recount. amen! anyways. enjoy haku and the others jacking it! quick disclaimer that i write these under the assumption the tokyo debunker boys are at least 18 years old. they appear to be present at a university considering there are professors and a chancellor. not to mention the boys drink, smoke, gamble, and refer to themselves as adults.

summary: pt 5 of the "Who's Passing NNN?" Tokyo Debunker series. i am genuinely surprised y'all like these but hey! i enjoy writing them which makes it so much better!

cw: men pulling their dicks out to rub them!!!!!! MINORS DNI AS PER USUAL!!!!!!!!!!!! again... not proofread.

Frostheim || Vagastrom || Jabberwock || Sinostra || Hotarubi || Obscuary || Mortkranken

(obscuary next... halfway through with them. enjoy!)

Hotarubi: 

Subaru Kagami: Pass

Honestly struggled with him a little bit because of how funny it would be if he failed and writing him in a situation where he had to hold it together, but then I realized I already did that (see “He Knows”). I love tormenting submissive men but I’m gonna give him a lil break. 

He’s hard as a rock. His cock harshly presses into his pants, seeking friction and begging to be set free. Subaru, however, remains the picture of elegance - if you ignore his flushed cheeks and trembling silhouette. He was sitting alone in the hidden Hotarubi cabin, waiting to meet Haku later. He held a hot cup of tea in front of him, trying not to spill it as he slowly lifts it to his lips. He manages to gently sip at it, his fingers slipping just slightly and spilling just a little over the edges. The tea slides from his lips, past his chin, and down his neck, lightly staining the collar of his shirt. He sighs in frustration and hooks a finger over his collar, pulling it away from the tea. He only just now realizes how warm he felt, the exposure of his heated skin to cooler air giving him goosebumps. He suppresses a gasp at the feeling and readjusts his collar, placing his tea down with his other hand. Now that he was aware of the heat, it wouldn’t leave him alone. It seemed to flood his body from head to toe - flushed cheeks and neck, his body tense with heat and arousal, his blood flowing to his shameful erection. 

He wondered if he should cancel on Haku, and nearly immediately regrets the thought. That would potentially make things inconvenient for him, and he didn’t want that… But he also knew he wouldn’t be much for conversation like this. Not to mention it would be absolutely mortifying if Haku saw right through him. Subaru sighs, though it sounds more like a pleasured groan. This was a terrible predicament.

He gets a notification on his phone. Something from Wickchat. With trembling hands, he opens the message. It’s from Haku. He’s running late. 

Subaru sighs. He wasn’t sure how he was going to get through the next half hour waiting for Haku like this. Technically, he could take care of it, here… There was no one around, the rain would muffle any noise, and it’s not like this cabin is clearly visible through the trees. He whips his head around the empty cabin, as though someone would be hiding in the corners. His flush grows deeper at the thought of doing this somewhere other than his dorm, but he can’t deny the way his cock jumps at the thought of getting away with it. With his lips pressed into a thin, trembling line - he reaches for his pants, squeezing himself through the fabric. He whines, the sound more needy than intended. He slaps a hand to his mouth, going silent for a moment, his eyes darting to the windows of the small space. When he decides he’s safe, he does it again -- squeezing himself gently, trying to relieve some pressure. It isn’t long before he’s gently rubbing his palm against his tip, teasing himself. He keeps his hand clasped tight to his mouth, muffled moans and whimpers slipping through. He gently teases the head, slowly dragging his fingers up and down his shaft. He rubs his thighs together and leans forward, realizing his peak is rapidly approaching. He rips his hand from his mouth and swiftly grabs a handkerchief, pointing his cock at that as he finally bursts, a strangled moan lifting from his throat and his cum spurting onto the thin fabric. He shivers, staring at the mess, wondering if brewing another cup of tea would get the scent of his arousal out of the air. 

Haku Kusanagi: Fail

Come on. Let’s be for real. He did not try. Caught wind of the bet between Romeo and Rui and just laughed. He is not passing this shit, and he knows it. As much as I would love to write Haku getting off… I’ll make him suffer one more time.

Haku shivers, the air just a tad bit chilly on the galaxy express. Usually, these rides were quick, but unfortunately, his mission had been quite a ways away. He could expect to be here for a while. He chews on his thumbnail, tapping his foot as though to speed up time. He drums his fingers on the plush seat next to him, doing anything to distract himself and pass the time. He was good at hiding his arousal, typically, and that hadn’t changed today. But, for whatever reason, every single sensation felt more potent today. The chill of the air on his face, the slide of his shirt and collar along his chest and neck, the rush of warmth following every twitch of his impatient length - it all felt the same. Stimulating. He found himself having to blink multiple times or gently shake his head to prevent himself from getting lost in sensation after sensation. 

He sighs and leans his head back, listening intently to the gentle thrum of the hearth of the train as it smoothly coasted through the unseen anomalous pockets of space. He was glad this train didn’t rumble or thump, because if it did, it would’ve caused him more than enough friction to lose himself far quicker. 

He shifts his gaze to his half-hard cock as it continues to rise insistently. He groans inwardly, his expression twisting into a displeased look. Heat flushes through him as his cock twitches, as though noticing his attention. He sighs miserably, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was not going to jack off on this train. He’d have to wait. He was supposed to be meeting Subaru when he got back, but he really didn’t feel like showing up with an obvious boner. He’d simply have to be late, not that this boner was giving him much choice. He couldn’t even shift his attention away from it. The flush creeping up his skin made the cool air of the train that much more potent. The sweat beading from his chest makes his shirt stick to him, brushing against him more directly. His unhurried, labored breaths only quickened with every twitch. He could feel his mind clouding, slowly succumbing to the pleasant sensations, and small, soft moans escaping his lips. He keens once, feeling his cock reach full mast and form a tent, desperate as he was for release. He shakes his head, gritting his teeth and curling his hands into fists. He was not going to jack off on this train. 

He sits back upright, panting, certain his bangs were sticking to his forehead. Finally, the train makes an announcement. “Now arriving at Darwick Academy…” Haku sighs with relief, beyond ready to march back to his dorm room. He’s on his feet before the train even stops, driven blind by a need for release. He squeezes his thighs together, waiting at the door for the train to stop, shakily texting Subaru that he’d be late. 

Zenji Kotodama: Pass (Unintentionally)

He didn’t even realize it was NNN, man. To him, it was purposely abstaining from it to fuel his inspiration. Like hunger and thirst, certain sensations do go away or are dulled when you die, but intense emotions remain… desire being one of them. 

It’s harder than you’d think for a ghost to find some alone time. He’d finally finished composing his newest tune to play on his biwa, and wanted nothing more than to retreat to his own world. His newest tune had been about desire, something he felt so frequently as a ghost. A desire to live, a desire to be, a desire to connect with those around him. He also felt himself longing for physical pleasures, too. He can touch anything he wants… so long as it isn’t a living person. He just passes right through them. Thankfully, his dormmates that could see him do opt to pretend he can, but he wants to feel. He wants to touch. He wants to connect. 

Unfortunately, until that day dawned, he’d have to settle for himself, his beloved doll, and everything else. 

He’d left both the doll and his biwa out on one of Hotarubi’s may balconies, to watch the rain and the koi fish swimming in the ponds. Since Subaru knew he was “here”, he’d graciously allowed Zenji to keep a room, which he hardly uses, but is grateful for anyway. It is here that he retreats, letting the desire to touch brew into a boil. He grunts, dissatisfied, as he stalks to his bed, plopping his back onto the pillowy sheets. He groans, sinking into the bed. Despite his complicated mix of emotions, he still feels his arousal stir, feeling himself swell with the desire to touch, or be touched. He presses his lips into a thin line, welcoming the warmth as it swallows him whole. His cheeks flush and soft moans escape his lips as he imagines how it must feel; hands gently caressing his body, starting with his cheeks, then moving to his neck, gently trailing their nails across his sensitive skin, splaying their fingers wide on his chest, pressing them down hard as they pass over his nipples, moving lower, and lower, and lower… Zenji finds himself arcing into the imaginary touch, his dick twitching as though it were real. He shivers, following the insistent demand of his lower body and letting his hands trail further down his own body, hooking his thumb over his pants and tugging them down.

It isn’t long before he’s stroking his length, his desire taking hold of him completely. He throws his head back on the bed as he gently strokes himself, imagining someone else is teasing his length, taking slower strokes until they are satisfied. Zenji groans and begins thrusting into his hand, curling it tighter around his shaft. He traces his body with his other hand, touching and teasing all the places he’d like to be touched. He moans in tandem with each touch and thrust into his hand, feeling his peak reach him rapidly. He curls his free hand into his shirt as he cums, spurting his mess onto his hand and thighs. He turns his gaze down to his hand as he gently squeezes the last few drops out of himself. He’d have to keep settling for this.

a/n: caught my ass genuinely drooling as i was writing haku's part man im cooked. like!!! haku!! come to the old chapel... i'll totally give u head brew u some tea!!!! (tbh either way works he's so cute i just wanna spend time with him)

siiiiighhh anyways note that i appreciate likes, comments, and reblogs!!!! please tell me how much you enjoyed this! it means a lot to know you guys like my writing!

[canarias-stuff]

Caramel Frappe For Okarun - Chapter 1

Paring: Ayase Momo X Takakura Ken

Summary:

“Caramel frappe, extra caramel for Takakura K–” The drink almost slipped from her hands.

What?!

“Ah, that’s me!”

A black haired guy wearing glasses, slightly taller than her, probably around her age approached the corner where Momo was waiting–frozen in place–with his drink still on her hands, and a shocked expression.

“Thank y—”

“No! I can’t accept it!” Momo suddenly stated, interrupting the poor boy that wasn’t really sure of what exactly he did. “No way!”

Behind her, Miko and Kei couldn’t stop laughing.

“Hum…” The boy–Takakura Ken–stared at the barista, then her co-workers and then around the coffee shop. Did he get involved in a prank or something? “...you can’t…accept a ‘thank you’...?”

Author's notes:

Hello!!!!

Okay, so that's my second story for DanDaDan fandom! I just want these kids to be normal (or as normal as they can be) for a second!

It's going to be a short story, I am planning just one or two other chapters, but hopefully you're going to have some fun.^^

Chapter 1: Caramel Frappe for...Who?!

The best part of being a university student in Ayase Momo’s opinion is the lingering feeling of freedom. Now that she was living in Tokyo, a few miles away from Kamikoshi—and a few miles away from her annoying grandma—she felt like she could do whatever she wanted.

Don’t get her wrong, she loved her grandma a lot, and would fight tooth and nail if someone badmouthed or made fun of her for working as a medium, but as any other 18 or 19 year old freshmen, to be in such a big city, wasn’t it exciting?

It felt good to be away without adult supervision, to have some space for herself–and to not feel the sharp eyes of her grandma on her or on her boyfriend (ex-boyfriend now, because as always her grandma was right and the guy that she dated for a while was a human trash.)

Still, despite Momo being the one paying the rent for the apartment she shared with Vamola and Aria—friends from her high school days—her grandmother was the one who was actually covering her tuition.

So yeah, it was just a lingering taste of freedom, after all, she wasn’t independent.

And because she really wanted to graduate (it means she should take her studies seriously), a full-time job was out of the question, which also meant less income. But, honestly, Momo was happy with how things were going. Six months in Tokyo had been good to her so far.

She was enjoying her classes, Vamola and Aria were great roommates, and even the few parties she’d attended had been fun. Her part-time job was decent enough too, but…

Momo sighed.

From behind, she heard Miko and Kei, her two part-time coworkers at the coffee shop, whispering.

“She sighed again.” Miko observed.

“I bet it is a boy problem.” Kei replied.

Momo turned around, hands on her hips. “I can hear you, you know.”

“Yep!” Kei grinned. “You are supposed to.

“So, are you going to tell us who the guy is?” Miko asked, pushing her luck.

“Oh, come on!” Momo groaned, turning back to her task of refilling the coffee machine with beans. “I told you there’s no one like that!”

“Like who? Takakura Ken?” Kei teased, her grin unrelenting.

“Ughhhh! I said stop that!” Momo resisted the urge to smack that grin off both their faces. “So what if I like the actor? Is it so much to ask to find someone like him?”

Miko and Kei exchanged a knowing look.

“Girl…” Kei began, shaking her head.

“Men like him don’t exist anymore.” Miko finished, nodding in agreement. “Chivalry’s dead.”

Really, Momo was enjoying her classes, Vamola and Aria were great roommates, and even the few parties she’d attended had been fun. Her part-time job was decent enough too, but…

Where I am supposed to find a man like Takakura Ken?!

Her first boyfriend–the trash human being, the one that her grandma strongly disapproved of (with reason, she was mature enough to admit it now)–she only dated him for his appearance, because he resembled Takakura Ken, the actor that she liked so much.

Childish? Yeah, dating someone just for their appearance wasn’t something that Momo thought that she would do.

As she finished refilling the last grain’s container of the coffee machine, Miko passed her a plastic cup with the next drink order. Momo must’ve spaced out for a moment because she hadn't noticed a customer coming in or ordering.

A caramel frappe, extra caramel. Easy order. She made so much of these in just one day that she could probably do it with her eyes closed, not that she would try, if something went wrong, her manager would definitely be happy to deduct a few yen for her paycheck.

As she finished preparing the drink and put a cap at the top of it, Momo started to call the customer. A normal day a day action, she didn’t even realize how her co-workers went strangely quiet and were trying their best to not laugh.

“Caramel frappe, extra caramel for Takakura K–” The drink almost slipped from her hands.

What?!

“Ah, that’s me!”

A black haired guy wearing glasses, slightly taller than her, probably around her age approached the corner where Momo was waiting–frozen in place–with his drink still on her hands, and a shocked expression.

“Thank y—”

“No! I can’t accept it!” Momo suddenly stated, interrupting the poor boy that wasn’t really sure of what exactly he did. “No way!”

Behind her, Miko and Kei couldn’t stop laughing.

“Hum…” The boy–Takakura Ken–stared at the barista, then her co-workers and then around the coffee shop. Did he get involved in a prank or something? “...you can’t…accept a ‘thank you’...?”

“No!” Momo could feel her cheeks get slightly warm, but it wasn’t the guy’s fault if his parents named him after a famous actor, right? She shouldn’t be snapping like that. “I mean…ugh, sorry, that was awkward, right? Sorry for that.”

The black haired boy waved his hands in front of him.

“No, no! It’s fine! I’m also an awkward guy so…”

And if he said something after that, Momo didn’t know, because her brain needed a minute to reboot.

This guy…this Takakura Ken just said the exactly same line as the Takakura Ken, the actor one. He said that line using such an innocent expression, such a soft voice…

FUCK NO!

“No way! I refused to believe you!” Momo finally snapped, putting the drink down and slamming her hands at the corner.

“Eh? What? I am sincerely thanking you!” 

“No! Not about it!” Momo grunted, he was still thinking about the thanks stuff. “Your name! I refused to believe you!”

“What about my name?”

“You are just playing around, right? Giving us a fake name like Naruto, Luffy or any other character from an anime, right?!” Yes! That’s it! He was probably just a fan like her.

“I don’t understand what you mean.” Ken rebutted, adjusting his glasses. “Whether you believe me or not, my name is Takakura Ken.”

If, if Momo could, she would lay on the ground and throw a tantrum, but she was a grown up woman in the middle of her job …so her next better option was:

“Stop!” She cried, covering her ears. “I don’t wanna hear!”

“But!”

“I said: stop!”

“Ayase Momo-san.”

Momo froze. There was only one person in the coffee shop who could say her name like that and make her blood run cold. Slowly, she turned around, her brown eyes meeting his icy blue ones.

“M-manager Sanjome…”

The pink-haired man shifted his gaze to Ken, who was still trying to understand what just happened, and bowed slightly in apology.

“I’m sorry for the rude behavior from one of our staff. We’d like to refund your order and make a fresh drink, as this one…” His eyes flickered to the cup with the whipped cream already melted. “...isn’t quite up to our establishment's standards.”

Momo flushed red, bowing quickly beside him. Oh god, she was done for, wasn’t she? Sanjome would definitely fire her after this!

“N-no! Really, it’s fine!” Ken replied, glancing between the two of them. “It was just a misunderstanding. Ayase-san…well, she thought she had called me by the wrong name, that’s all.”

This guy is nice! This guy is too nice! Was the collective thought of the three girls.

Sanjome didn’t seem convinced.

“Seriously, it’s fine!” To prove his point, Ken picked up the drink and took a sip, his eyes widening just a bit. “I have to go now, but thanks anyway!”

And with that, he left, leaving a nervous Momo, a very annoyed Sanjome, and two very amused co-workers in his wake.

“Ayase-san…”

Momo flinched.

“My office.” The manager’s voice was cold as ice. “Now.”

Great. Just great.

Link AO3

Ending Notes:

P.S: English is not my native language, so sorry for possible mistakes.^^''

I wanted Momo to have the same reaction as the manga/anime, so some lines are similar as the original work, but just because I think it's funny.^^

But anyway, hope you had fun.^^

I will see you guys soon!

[violetsaffron5]

NSFW Gojo Week (4)

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Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader

As the executive assistant, it's your job to make sure the company anniversary event goes on without a hitch. Your boss, however, has another idea for your talents.

cw: possessive gojo, power dynamic, boss x employee/ceo x assistant, edging, degradation, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, hate sex (kinda)

words: 2.2k

Masterlist • Day 3 • Day 5

Sometimes you hate your boss. You really, really do.

He loves to hear the sound of his own voice, loves to tease and poke fun at you any chance he gets. He’s also impatient, rash, has no regard for others and the authority they hold.

And sometimes he’s just plain mean.

But god, if he isn’t fucking sexy.

White hair tousled just right, crystalline eyes that shine bright with frosted lashes. When he smiles, his eyes crinkle slightly in the corner adding to his perfection. An absolute Adonis if you’ve ever seen one.

Sometimes you forget how much you hate him. Especially when he hands you his black credit card telling you to find the perfect dress for your company's upcoming fiftieth-anniversary event.

Everyone in the company attends these events and as the CEO’s personal assistant, your attendance is required. You need to radiate elegance, beauty, and grace to fit in with the elite echelon that will also be present.

It’s important that those with status and power within the company look their best. The men will be in hand-crafted, tailored suits, and the woman in luxury designer gowns.

You know when Gojo tells you to pick something out for the event that he expects you to choose something classy, yet sexy. It’ll show skin, but not too much.

He says it’s because he doesn’t appreciate the way other men leer at you. Part of you has always wondered if it’s something else.

When it comes to Satoru Gojo, there are two things you’re sure of:

First, he doesn’t have a partner. Being one of Tokyo's most eligible bachelors, a playboy like him doesn’t seem to be interested in settling down.

Second, you don’t miss the looks he gives you every day in the office.

You notice the way he watches you at your desk, just outside his office, from time to time, chewing on your pen as you listen intently to whoever is on the other line trying to schedule a meeting with him. You’ve also noticed the way he focuses on your lips as you talk, sitting across his desk squeezing your thighs together, squirming under his intense gaze. And you can feel the hole he’s burning into your ass when you walk away, hips swaying back to your own space.

On the night of the anniversary event you wear a black, floor-length dress with two slits up to your thighs, pinches at your waist perfectly, and shows off your bust. You haven’t seen Gojo yet, but you’re sure he’ll appear at any moment.

All of the board members, higher-ups, and competitors are here tonight to celebrate the company's accomplishments throughout the years. In the little circle you stand in talking with several of them, you recognize one in particular who has come to see Gojo several times over the years.

Naoya Zenin, with his bleach-blonde hair and designer tux, hands you a drink with a Cheshire grin while looking you up and down, “You know, you look great for your age. You should wear things that accentuate your womanly features more often.”

You tilt your head to the side and blink several times at his backhanded compliment before gaining your composure and accepting his drink. You would love nothing more than to give him a taste of his own medicine right now, but anything you say or do would reflect poorly on the business, and now isn’t the time for that.

Before Naoya has a chance to insult you again, a large hand snakes around your waist, pulling you into him.

“What’s going on here?” Gojo’s tone is icy, accusatory, but for what, you’re not sure.

“Oh nothing much,” Naoya says eyes flickering between the two of you, “Just chatting with your personal assistant.”

You glare at him while Gojo grabs the drink Naoya gave you from your hand, sniffing it quickly before handing it back to his competitor.

“Those of us presenting awards tonight aren’t allowed to drink until after the ceremony. There’s still plenty of work that needs to be done before we can relax.”

Gojo swiftly presses the drink back into Naoya’s hand causing it to spill all over his suit, causing the man to roll his eyes and grumble before walking away.

Turning to Gojo, you smile meekly while adjusting his tie. As expected, he looks better than ever in his fitted black suit, “Thanks for getting me out of that situation. That guy’s an asshole.”

He’s watching you with an expression you can’t read, but he does nod slowly in acknowledgment, “I need your help getting some last-minute changes organized before the announcements and awards are presented.”

Things like this aren’t uncommon, having to change the presentation or make other small things so everything runs smoothly at these events, so you studiously walk with Gojo to the elevator, making your way to his office on the top floor.

He keeps his arm locked around your waist in the elevator, and all it takes is one look. One simple look of you looking up to meet his azure gaze, eyes staring at your lips before closing the gap and pressing his lips to yours.

It doesn’t take long until you’re laying on your boss's desk, legs spread wide, cunt on full display as curls two fingers, hitting your sweet spot.

“G-Gojo, please,” You’re begging for the release he’s denied you of several times already, before feeling a hard smack to your ass, causing you to yelp and arch your back from the sting.

“I’ve already told you. When we fuck, call me Satoru.”

Tears are forming in the corner of your eyes, hips thrusting up to meet his hand, searching for anything to press against your aching clit as you whine, “Sa-Satoru, please, please!”

The top of your dress has been pulled down, breasts exposed, and bouncing with every thrust. The hem has been lifted over your hips, bunched up at your waist. But aside from his tie having been loosened and a few of the top buttons undone, he’s still totally clothed.

“Please what, baby?” He cocks his head to the side, a saccharine grin plastered on his face.

Your brain is mush at this point, but you don’t care. Rutting your hips up, he chuckles, letting his thumb slowly graze over your clit, just long enough to tease before moving it away.

“I need - fuck - I need to cum, please.”

He quirks an eyebrow before cooing, “You need to cum?”

A soft whine leaves your lips as you shake your head yes.

Satoru snickers rubbing his thumb over your neglected clit in small tight circles, “See, I don’t really think you do. You need water for hydration, air to breathe. But you don’t need to cum.”

Your legs tremble and twitch, the thread that’s formed in your belly threatening to snap at any moment. And he knows, which is why he removes his thumb from your clit at the last possible second.

Tears well in the corner of your eye as you gasp out several obscenities at the loss of stimulation, unsure of what you even said when your back arches off the desk.

“It would have been better to say you deserve to cum. But even then, that begs the question.”

You look at him with furrowed brows and decide you really do fucking hate him. You knew you did, but you’re always blinded when he’s nice and generous to you.

Even though he had the face of an angel, he’s actually the devil and you should have known as soon as he kissed you, this is how your time together was going to go.

“Do you deserve to cum?” He asks seriously, pumping his fingers in and out of your core.

“Y-yes.”

His eyes widen as he laughs - laughs - at your answer.

“Really? Do you really think so? With the way you smile at Nanami and Suguru, and laugh at their jokes in the break room? That I wouldn’t see you were giving that pathetic, fucking Zenin bastard ‘fuck me’ eyes when he handed you that cocktail?”

You huff at his words, sucking in a sharp breath between your teeth, “Is your ego really so fragile you think I’d flirt with any of them over you?”

He increases his pace at your remark, rubbing his long fingers along the spot on the inside that has you seeing stars, legs trembling once again from having been denied your release only seconds or minutes prior, you’re not sure.

“Ask nicely.”

“What?”

He glares at you, “Ask nicely and I’ll think about letting you cum.”

“Please, please, please, I’ll do anything!” You whine, so pathetic, so pretty with the thought of your release being within reach, “Please fuck me, please let me cum.”

“Fine. You’re so fuckin’ needy.” He breathes, withdrawing his hand from your core, you whimper at the loss of being filled as he works to undo his belt, the prongs clinking against the buckle as his slacks fall to the floor.

You sit up on your elbows, watching his cock spring free as soon as he releases it from the confine of his briefs. You snake your lip between your teeth at the sight, looking up to meet his cocky grin as he pumps himself a few times.

Of course, he has a dick just as pretty as his face, huge, and the tip perfectly pink.

Satoru hovers over you, the blunt tip of his cock slipping past your entrance as you inhale sharply from being stretched. He goes slower than you expect, savoring every moment of entering you for the first time. His large hands grip your waist so tight there’s sure to be bruises later, in an effort to stop himself from bottoming out immediately.

“Baby, you’re so wet,” He mutters, slowly moving his hips, letting you adjust to the feeling of being filled by him. So different from his attitude just moments before when he was hellbent on edging you within an inch of your life.

He rocks his hips, gently, shallowly a few times before sliding all the way out and slamming back in; moaning, throwing his head back as lewd squelching echoes in the room.

“Look at you,” Satoru coos, “Such a cockslut. Letting her boss fuck her brains out.” You clench around him automatically at his words, and he hisses, leaning over you. “Ha - you like that?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You moan out as he increases his pace, watching as your tits bounce in time with his thrusts.

Grabbing your legs, he throws them over his shoulder, leaning down and crashing his lips with yours, literally folding you in half. You cry out in pleasure at just how deep he’s able to go, allowing him to slip his tongue past your lips.

Just like you’ve always imagined, his lips are soft and full against yours; his kisses are needy and hurried, like if he doesn’t do this now, he may never get the chance again.

“Don’t cum.” He demands as you clench around him, heat in your core building and building once again.

Your eyes widen at his request, nails digging into the nape of his neck and tugging his hair, “What? Why?”

His long arms reach across the desk, hands gripping the mahogany so hard on the other side his knuckles are white, snapping his hips into yours as he fucks you faster, harder, and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as you whine and moan against him trying your hardest to hold back your impending orgasm.

Removing your legs from his shoulders, he easily lifts you from the desk, kissing feverishly as he walks you over to the full-length windows in his office.

You gasp, as your back hits the cool window, your back and ass on full display for all of Tokyo - of course, they won't be able to actually see it, considering you’re on the top floor of one of the tallest buildings in the city.

“You’re coming with me on all my business trips from now on,” He sighs as you kiss along his neck jaw, nipping at his earlobe while he pistons his hips into yours, “Been wanting to do this for so long.”

He’s fucking you within an inch of your life, and unable to hold back any further, shattering around him as your mouth falls slack, vision going white from the intensity.

“Shhh, baby,” He coos, “We gotta get back s-soon.”

His hips falter and stutter against yours, feeling just how hard you’re gripping around him, sloppily kissing into you as he lets out a low groan, finding his own release not long after you.

You’re still against the window, panting as he continues fucking you through his release, coming down from your high. Both of your fluids dripping obscenely onto the floor below.

As you work on catching your breath, Satoru helps you stand on shaky legs, lazily kissing your lips as you hold onto his arms and shoulder for support. Leaning against the window, you wipe his sweat-covered bangs off his forehead before removing the lipstick stains littering his jaw and neck with your thumb.

Just as the two of you finish adjusting your clothes, someone rasps on his office before opening it.

Satoru is quick to cage you in against the window, hiding your face from whoever just entered.

Nanami, judging by the sound of his voice, “Gojo. The awards are about to start.” “Uh, yeah. We’ll - I’ll be down in a minute.”

[brennenscolby]

The best thing cash can buy.

• Warnings + content: MINORS do NOT interact! yandere tendencies, mentions of guns, weapons, violence, fellatio (blow-jobs), dirty talk, edging, cunnilingus, breathplay, voyeurism, fingering, creampie, groping, breast play, hickies & bruises, breast fetishism, Dom! Koko, Switch Koko¡ pussydrunk! Koko, choking, overstimulation, body worship, begging, anal play, spanking, aphrodisiacs, missionary sex, backshots:*, role play, obsession, infatuation, praise, Sub! Reader

• Suggested tracks: Oui - Jeremih + Wake Up in the Sky - Gucci Mane, Bruno Mars, Kodak Black + Pour It Up- Rihanna

• Summary: in which you capture the attention of certain executive treasurer….

• Pairings: Bonten! Kokonoi Hajime x Stripper! Female reader

• Genre: dub-con, CNC, sugar baby themes, BDSM, dark fic, self insert

A/n: For now, this is just a ONE SHOT. please let me know if you guys are interested in a longer series!

One -

Wc: 1.5k

The night he came around, the gentleman’s club was packed with numerous clients, of which on average consisted of grown men, years of age accelerated into your future. A handful appropriated ulterior motives such as serving infidelity to their wives and offspring, whom of which foolishly waited for them at home, while others occupied the club to fill the void in their hearts fabricated by failed relationships they could never re-establish ever again. But he wasn’t one of them. No, his youthfulness radiated a concoction of mischief and elegance at best, morphing into the epitome of immortality.

“You’re my favorite.”

The sleek skin behind your neck still prickled with elevated hairs even after the incident. It’d been days ago, when his minty breath fanned your heated ear cooly, and his honeyed voice blessed your ears with its attractive, low vibration the second your smooth knees squished into the pristine leather chair beneath his manspreaded thighs. A lap dance is what he paid for, and unlike the majority of occupants in the building, you willingly gave him a moment to commemorate with the likes of high libido at best.

A shiver clambered down your spine in the space you occupied, hands coursing with adrenaline as you gulped and blinked profusely to drown out the memory underneath the darkened spots behind your eyelids.

You shouldn’t be doing that, not right now anyway. You had plenty of time to reminisce and sulk in the bittersweet memory when you got home with sore feet and a bag full of generous tips. While this specific individual hypnotized you with the grace of his gentility, you were sure he wouldn’t be returning anytime soon. Especially not to a Gentleman’s club laced with greedy tensions in the epicenter of Tokyo’s most dangerous gang.

An inkling of terror filled a space at the back of your turbulent mind after you first obtained this information upon accepting the job with desperation in light of your debts and bills over a year ago. You turned a blind eye to the impending doom manifesting in every corner of the wretched building as it was the only location where you found serenity, certainly from the strict rules that protected strippers and additionally contributed to a large sum of income. According to the circulating rumors you couldn’t help but overhear through the passage of murmurs and giggles, the apparent owner of the club was actually a Toman member himself. However, the high-ranking member’s name was unknown, as was their appearance.

Your bottom settled on the cushioned stool, the flattened red and worn fabric weaving out a distinct matted dip, of which provided a small discomfort to the cheek of your butt. A flicker of displeasure sprouted across your face, before disappearing the second your nimble fingers snapped the pearl-shaded switch located beside the widened work surface you called a desk. Pretty bulbs of light framing your rectangular mirror illuminated your set up, encouraging you to pull out the withered little pouch you called a makeup purse.

Upon pulling out other necessities, you stilled for a second, excitement spreading across your face as you leaned into the mirror, hues of yellowed light bouncing across your cheeks and face. Brush after brush smeared across the apples of your cheeks, to the fluttery spaces below your brows, followed by your plump, crimson colored lips. Every second of the way, he ghosted your thoughts, haunting every single one from beginning to end with his endearing presence that beckoned you over with an alarming yet thrilling temptation of the unknown.

The pad of your tongue collected spit, parching your dried lips as you contemplated what to do next in order to wash away the person living in your head. Standing upright, you easily slipped into your night apparel, of which was fabricated from black lace material that operated to highlight the hidden gems and feathers appended for the aesthetic embrace of burlesque style. A relaxed sigh heaved from your lungs before you inhaled the timber-tinted scents the room concocted from years of regular wooden desk utilization.

The base of your hands bled pastel from lack of circulation as they brushed the decorated cups of your revealing bosom, adjusting them to the perfect angle for the saturating pads of your fingers to sprinkle on shimmer and bronze. As you did so, your brow twitched in anticipation, the tender blubber of your chest reminding you of the moment he fondly gazed down at your inviting and divine breasts, drool stimulating the nerves of his tongue and almost coercing him to salivate before meeting your eyes intently.

“Beautiful.”

What did you get yourself into?

You remained upright in the empty room, heat igniting your face as you fanned away the invading and persistent notions with your pigment covered appendages. It was only one night you saw him, and you couldn’t help but think, could he be here today again? Most importantly for you?

You shook your head furiously out of distaste but your heart voluntarily skipped a beat with little resistance, almost as if to say yes. With feigned denial, you focused on securing the laces of your thick heels. The rusted door handle across the room jiggled alarmingly, and you rested assured, knowing the entrance of an employee was anticipated. Your feet plowed onto the floor below, falling in sync with the announcement you consciously knew would reach your ears.

“Hey, you’re on.”

You nodded obediently at your manager, passing her with easy and additional sway in your delectable hips as you waltzed to the navy curtain framing the sizeable platform adjacent to your dressing room. You completed your final round of routine by counting your blessings as you predicted the seconds you’d be greeted with expectancy.

Music vibrated across the polished ground, smoothly sliding beneath your heeled feet and up to your chest, violently making your blood thump as the passage of your name made its way across your ear canals. Like you rehearsed numerous times before, a cute smile framed your face. The drapes rolled apart, presenting your jewel encrusted, radiant frame. You batted your thickly coated eyelashes at the audience, recognizing a few suited bodies from previous encounters.

The palms of your hands arched upwards as the lower placement of your lush body expertly rolled in a teasing manner, exhibiting the shimmering skin of your legs in addition to the miniscule fabric framing your backside. In a concealed manner your darkened eyes scanned across the exposed, neon shaded room, before drooping from the lack of a certain someone.

The tune of the song bursting with conviction enraptured your attention, and your concentration drew back to the seductive, yet elegant routine. Engrossing your sensual movements to the pounding bass echoing from overhead speakers, you smiled beautifully at every hand that threw green bills at your designated metallic pole. And even when they desperately clawed to grab any part of your essence, you smirked before playfully retreating. This was your life and you’d surely milk every second of it for success and payment.

Your hips visibly smoothed and straightened with each swivel, spawning cries of exasperation from the audience you entertained. The back of your sleek, polished thigh hooked around the crown of your silver pole, and you twirled majestically, harmonizing hues of light reflecting translucent umbrellas over your frame. The crowd flocked with applause, and whistles while most importantly, tossing coins and dollar bills onto your glowing platform, igniting the flame in your irises the further you recieved cash in abundance.

Perspiration stuck to the secluded flesh behind your legs and between your fingers, executing traces of condensation onto your luminescent pole: all resulting from your scorched and wet skin. Exhaustion tinted your optimistic thoughts as you further pressed to maintain positions of dignity and most importantly, energy. The set had been going for half an hour, and you were almost done, luckily you’d get to take a long break for the awaited finale routine of the night. Though, with all the leisure time you’d have until the final routine, you wished for another way to pass the time.

While you proved to be popular at shuffling seductively across a metallic pole, you weren’t exactly praised enough to gain the interest of clients in private room sessions. And those were the most favorable at prompting convincing stacks that served as evidence to the existence of money trees.

However, your attempts of yearning for more secluded festivities had quickly been put off after the first few purchasers you bitterly entertained. On top of filthy men watching you dance, they always violated the rules, such that required no touching. While they had their lap dances completely terminated, you’d always lose money due to their childish whines of refunds for incompletion. The contract conducted between them and your manager only made it worse as refunds were a written agreement that failed to be discussed with you prior.

And while you despairingly sulked and grabbed a saddened drink at the bar after most of your routines, one day, your dreams of longing for more finally came true. And this was made possible by a certain gentleman with pretty eyes and an intimidating presence.

You waved half-heartedly at the captivated audience as handfuls of clients began to disperse and look towards other assembled platforms across the hall, preparations intact for the presentation of additional strippers. The security guards shielding your area of performance guided remaining clients towards miniatures side shows, of which occupied locations even a few floors above your own. However, they weren’t able to lead a certain body astray.

Your knees cracked discomfortly when you kneeled with outstretched palms to scramble and scoop up the half hanging, crumpled dollar bills on your LED platform, which faced execution if they spilled on the matted ground below. You sighed deeply once a few gave into murderous temptation. Despair and anguish ate at the little determination you had in your aching bones to move, before you abruptly stood on your sore ankles to grab at whatever you could muster in the darkening space.

The intensity of your cash excursion consumed the the last few remnants of your focus and you failed to notice the approaching shadow expanding over your form. The sound of steps made your ears twitch and you curiously gazed ahead, only to find yourself approximately nose to nose with exquisite and perfectly shined shoes that donned a familiar shade of black you could only reminisce on from your prior memories.

“Don’t pick that up.” Your brain could barely register what was said the second you felt the cash being snatched from your greedy palms, and thrown into the rusted, blue bucket you called your ‘happy holder’. Your look of shock intensified the longer you glared at the newly arrived guards in front of you, but it was quickly altered the second you realized who echoed the command with a demanding snap. The back of your spine felt rigid and adhered right down to the rugged ground your knees pressed tightly against.

Before even accepting the pleasant chance to gaze upon his attractive face, you picked your wobbling legs up, and fixed your posture to look even the slightest bit presentable. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of your shimmering, flushed cheek, marking its territory on a hollow dip between your shoulder and collarbone. You blinked once, or twice or even three times before conjuring up what to say whilst avoiding his enchanting gaze. “Y-you came.” You announced, the pounding of your heartbeat presenting minuscule tremors down your arms with tingly sensations grazing your legs.

He stood in all his glory, the plush of his lips still holding that charming, dark smile he cockily wielded in your presence. A familiar streak of eyeliner in the shade of vermillion framed the feline shape of his narrowed eyes, enchanting them to appear striking and menacing, yet alluring to your gaze. The second his dark eyes met yours, he chuckled in amusement, making your heart skip a beat.

“Ain’t it obvious? Of course I did. Couldn’t forget about my favorite girl.”

A mischievous glint dusted over the twinkle in his dark eyes. His pink, wet muscle of a tongue skippered out of his mouth, and only added to the chaos it would ensue.

[respectthepetty]

Hii. Just started watching tokyo in april is, just watched the third episode and all i thought was: i need to know your thoughts and analysis on the colors of the characters, the clear barrier dividing them and at least some glimmer of hope for the analysis that this will not end tragically

Anon, first let me thank you for this ask because while I was collecting the images for this it, I remembered that Tokyo in April is . . . referenced What Did You Eat Yesterday?, and I needed to figure out how to watch the movie, so I can finish writing about the colors in the series.

But to your ask - I watch Japanese BLs quietly most of the time (except Our Dining Table which I LOVED!) because they scare me. They always have a vibe that someone is about to die, so I anxiously watch them waiting for despair, but let me assure you (and myself) that will not be the case in this show.

Because color-coded boys in love get happy endings!

Especially when those color-coded boys grow up to be color-coded men.

Ren tends to be darker (a Black Brooder), while Kazuma is lighter (a Happy Human).

However, they provide balance to each other.

And always have.

So when they first met after years of not seeing each other, they struggled with small barriers and color imbalance, yet easily slipped into their own little world between barriers.

But Kazuma was quick to cross the line dividing them.

Which caused Ren to briefly drop his defenses.

But even though their colors started to balance out, Ren put the barriers back in place.

Yet no matter the size of the barrier

Kazuma will always reach out to Ren.

Just like he did when they were kids.

Since Kazuma doesn't like to be boxed in without Ren.

Because even the lines that separate them aren't as big as the line that connects their hearts.

And it started appearing in the background when they were young.

This connection will help Kazuma bring light back to Ren's dark world, and help him cope with the reason Ren wears the black bracelet.

Because Kazuma always brings light to Ren's dark world.

So they will find a middle ground between the dark and the light. (What Did You Eat Yesterday? reference #2!)

And they will continue to move closer to each other in space and color.

Because color-coded boys in love get happy endings! (Thanks @blmpff!)

They just do!

[princesscolumbia]

Half Moon

With a title like that, it's either gonna be something Sailor Moon or She-ra related. 😏

Welcome to this craziness! This was the result of a vote over on the Storytellers' Speakeasy, a server run by myself and AnneOminous (writer of "The Phoenix," if you haven't read it, shame on you, go do it now...oh look at that! A reboot of that very fanfic on Ranma Reboot Day!). It is just minutes before midnight in Arizona on 10/5/2024, so it still counts as getting it out on the day of!

Half Moon - Ranma ½/Sailor Moon/Star Trek - Archive of Our Own

Captain Ranma Saotome of the USS Invincible is commanding her ship on her first assignment as captain when she gets a chance to do something most people don't, a chance to see how her life could have been if things had gone differently.

Preview below the cut:

Earth, Japan, Crystal Tokyo, Old Nerima, Amaterasu’s Fire Bar

“Y’know,” drolled Lt. Hiroshi Nakamura over the beer he was nursing, “I’m beginning to suspect that you don’t normally come here in that ballerina outfit.”

Lt. Daisuke Hito smirked as he eyed the rather statuesque form standing between the two Starfleet officers with zero effort to hide the infamous ‘male gaze,’ “Not that we’re complaining, of course.”

Sailor Venus, a.k.a. Princess Ranma Saotome, rolled her eyes as she blushed, “I have my reasons, okay? I... I just wanna have a beer for old time’s sake.” The two men exchanged slightly confused glances and Ranma sighed, scrubbing her gloved fingers through her hair, “Sorry, ain’t fair to you, I know. Just...” she quaffed back nearly half the pint she was holding before she took a breath and continued, “My Hiro and Dai...passed away as old men nearly two centuries ago. They were, like, best bros to me, even with...” she gestured at herself, “All this, they were so chill with it and were just a pair of normal guys I could hang with and talk to. Even when they got married and got jobs and had kids, they made sure to make time for me, y’know? I didn’t realize how badly I’d missed ‘em ‘til you guys teleported in.”

48 hours ago, Ranma had been enjoying a sake at this very bar, doing her best to connect with ‘normal.’ She thought she might be making some headway in getting the regulars to treat her as just another girl when her communicator went off and she was summoned back to the castle. A ship had appeared in orbit, apparently through a hole in space, and the Senshi were needed just in case.

Ranma had roof-hopped back to Castle Venus, which might have been unusual if it weren’t for the fact that she trained the royal guards to do the same before they could be considered qualified to serve the royal houses.

There was a reason the royal guard was so small.

By the time she got back to the castle she called home, her mother was in a tizzy, ordering all sorts of accommodations for some apparent guests. During the time Ranma had been in transit, communication had been established and the captain of the ship...was her.

Ami, one of her best friends since Ranma had taken on the mantle of Venus, had shown a recording of the captain of the ship, speaking from the bridge.

Ranma had needed some time alone after seeing so many of her old friends, suddenly alive and well on a visiting starship.

She wasn’t there for the initial meeting, she left that honor to her mother. She was there when the crew began beaming down, and to her anxious delight, the helmsman and navigator she’d seen in the video were part of the first rotation. She’d done the next best thing to abducting them and dragged them to her favorite bar.

“Beamed in,” corrected Daisuke.

“Whatever,” grunted Ranma, “Point is I just wanted something... normal, y’know? All this ‘senshi’ shit and ‘princess’ crap...it wasn’t so bad for about three decades... but then we had whole generations of people who never knew the Senshi as anything but eternally long-lived superheroes that were here when their grandparents were in diapers and just gettin’ some sake became a whole production.”

Daisuke chugged back his beer as Hiroshi clapped a hand on Ranma’s shoulder in a ‘manly’ side-hug, “Naw, man, we get it. I think every Starfleet class has at least one member of some planet’s nobility, including the royal heir themselves on occasion.  Most of ‘em want you to ignore their royalty status. Goin’ for pub crawls with the freshmen royals is practically a rite of passage. ‘Course, we can do that in San Francisco, which is used to all’a that ‘cause Fleet Command and the Academy are in ‘Frisco, but hey, it got us used to escorting nobles around.”

As Daisuke clacked his empty stein against the bar and signaled to the bartender for another round, he added, “Besides, you’re pretty much our best friend, even if you’ve got a couple centuries on her. And they still know you’re... Soldier Venus?” he offered hesitantly.

“Sailor Venus,” corrected Ranma.

“Right, they clearly know who you are, and they still serve you here, even if they’re giving you looks. I’m guessing you’re normally only ever on the town when you’re not in uniform?”

Ranma sighed and nodded, “Yeah, usually when the Senshi are in seifuku it means some shit’s about t’go down.”

“So, what’s the big deal?” asked Hiroshi as he set his empty mug next to the fresh one the bartender set down at their spot, “I mean, I’d say, ���let your hair down, but...”

Ranma rolled her eyes and swept her long red hair out of her face. “Ma wants me to be a ‘pretty princess’ normally so she had me grow out my hair, but the danged thing never stays tied back when I go full Venus.”

“Exactly!” replied Hiroshi, “Just relax! Go back to the palace and change and come on back!”

Ranma snorted, “It’s a castle, and it doesn’t work like that. It’s a quick-change, power-up thing that I can turn off any time.”

“Right, so why not just do that, then?” said Daisuke, who’d taken to sipping his beer.

Ranma’s face turned bright red, red enough to be a color match for Rei’s seifuku in her Sailor Mars form, “I just... things have changed since... I just wanna pretend they hadn’t for a bit.” Then her face twisted into an annoyed grimace, “And if that hand moves even a millimeter lower, Hiro, I’m gonna break it."

Hiroshi yanked his hand away from Ranma’s hip like it was about to burn him. Rather than look contrite or guilty, he snapped his fingers and muttered a, “Darnit!” under his breath.

Ranma giggled, “Gods, I missed you two!”

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At first sight Chapter Forty-Three

(m!reader x Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu)

Fluff/slash/reader is male/cursing/BontenTimeline/drugs and alcohol mentioned/violence/blood/death

All characters that appeared in the Tokyo Revengers manga and anime belong to Ken Wakui.

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You drove through the streets of Toshima and wondered how on earth you hadn't thought that your brother could be hiding in such an ordinary place. Provided, of course, that the man accompanying Mina was actually your older stepbrother. 

Two days ago, at a meeting in the Bonten hideout, the decision was made that you would go to Toshima with a few minor thugs from the gang and track down the woman who had convinced several restaurant and nightclub owners who cooperated with the syndicate not to pay the required fees. 

Your men scattered around the area, asking most discreetly about Minako Hakugawa, and after almost three hours you found out where her restaurant was. 

You rested your hand on the armrest dividing the back seat of the car and pursed your lips. For some reason, many present at the meeting thought that the woman must be running some larger restaurant, maybe even one with some luxury, but from what your people had reported, Mina was the owner of a medium-sized restaurant serving mainly ramen, sushi, and good sake. 

On the one hand, you felt disappointed, but on the other, why should it be any different? A small restaurant that mainly attracted ordinary people and was inconspicuous. But how could she have enough money to try to bribe others... You can’t see the wood for the trees. Maybe food wasn’t the only thing that could be bought at her restaurant. There could always be the so-called under-the-counter goods. 

Your task wasn’t to kidnap the woman, which you regretted a bit, but only and exclusively to gather as much information as possible and maybe, with a bit of luck, find out the identity of her companion. 

A car driven by one of the thugs pulled into a free parking space, far enough from your destination that it shouldn't raise suspicions. The front of the building was decorated with slabs imitating brown and gray marble, and above the double entrance doors hung a sign that - you had to admit - even tempted you to go inside and eat a warm meal. 

Seeing as the other man who accompanied you and the driver pulled out his camera to start taking photos, you took out your phone and dialed Sanzu's number. 

“Yes? What's up?” The man answered the call on the second ring. 

“We're here. Her restaurant looks ordinary but well-kept.” 

“Send someone in, maybe even have them order something. They'll get more information that way.” 

“Okay. When Mina shows up, should we follow her?” 

“No. Our guys will take care of that. It's your job to confirm the identity of the guy who's hanging around with her." 

“This could take a while.” 

“Never mind. If you had a picture of Yuu, you wouldn’t even have to go there.” Sanzu reminded you for the umpteenth time since the meeting at the hideout had ended. 

“I know, I know. I would have gotten it, but I didn’t want my father to start asking questions. It’s enough for him to know that the police are after his firstborn.” 

“Get out of there as soon as you find out who that bitch is with. Don’t do anything stupid.” 

“I understand. See you later.” You ended the call and leaned forward, addressing the driver. “Send two men inside. Let them take a look at everything. They’re to sit there until they’re done eating. Let them act like regular customers, got it?” 

“Yes, boss.” The man took out his phone and after a moment spoke to one of the men who were probably wandering around somewhere. “It's done, boss. Goro and Juro will take care of it.” 

You mumbled under your breath, satisfied with the choice of people. They looked the least suspicious and definitely knew how to behave, not letting themselves be easily provoked by any provocations. You knew that you could count on these two men and the whole plan could succeed. 

You watched calmly as people of different ages, from students to people in suits, entered the restaurant alone or with companions and you came to the conclusion that the food there must be quite good and the prices not too high and you were reminded of your teenage years, when you visited such places with your friends. 

You loved listening to the Kawata brothers' stories about their plans to open just such a restaurant, which would serve the best ramen in all of Japan. They were interesting people and you liked spending time with them from time to time, although you definitely preferred the calmer Souya over his older brother. 

Maybe it was because he didn't try to dominate you at every opportunity. Nahoya was quicker to provoke, and when you were in a bad mood... You tried with all your might not to forget that the ever-smiling boy was both the captain of one of the Toman divisions and a friend of your captain, Mucho. Besides... You never thought you would have any chance against him in a fight, and you preferred not to make enemies of both brothers. It was enough for you that your relations had cooled down a bit after you moved to Tenjiku, which you eventually regretted. You liked their ramen, especially the younger Kawata's, as if he put more heart into cooking. 

“Boss…” The driver spoke, looking over his shoulder at you. 

“Yes?” 

“Goro is reporting increased activity from the restaurant staff. He mentions rushed cleaning, as if they were expecting someone.” 

“Hmm… Maybe the owner is on her way.” You said, focusing your gaze back on the street. You didn’t knew from which direction she could have come… 

Another 30 minutes passed when a dark Honda Stream appeared from around the bend down the street and stopped in front of the entrance to the restaurant you were watching. You were both interested and surprised. The car was bigger than you would expect from the owners of such a restaurant, but it didn't indicate any great wealth. 

The woman who had been sitting behind the wheel got out of the car and you were sure she hadn't paid any attention to the vehicle you and the two people from Bonten were sitting in. She was attractive, and her knee-length skirt showed very shapely calves. When you saw how high the heels she wore while driving, you raised an eyebrow in admiration. 

Her blond hair was tied in a loose bun that rested on the back of her neck. She stopped on the sidewalk, just in front of the passenger door, and leaned forward slightly, as if she was talking to someone through the rolled-down window. 

You saw her nod and after a moment she straightened up with a smile on her face, which you could finally see in its entirety. Then another déjà vu hit you. Minako Mina Hakugawa, you had no doubts about it, because you had already dealt with her personally. Only when and where?... 

She moved slightly away from the car and then you could see a tall man with dark hair in a fashionable, elegant hairstyle get out of it. He was dressed in a neat, good quality suit, which also somehow did not indicate wealth, at most a higher than average salary. 

“Turn around.” You said quietly, feeling growing impatience. “Turn around, for fuck's sake.” 

“Boss?” Your driver asked just as quietly, worried by your tone. 

“Take pictures.” You said to the other man who was in the car with you and he immediately got to work. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled embarrassedly. “I was surprised by her beauty.” 

“Fuck, it's just a woman...” The driver commented. 

“Why doesn't he turn around?” You threw the question at no one in particular and that's when the man who came with Mina turned around slightly, showing his profile, but that was enough for you. 

That nose, just like your father's, the chin... The man turned his head slightly to the side and looked up, somewhere at a higher point of the building under which your car was parked, and your belief in the identity of the restaurant owner's companion became stronger. It was Yuji L/n, your half-brother. 

“Gotcha.” You clenched your fist on your knee, feeling your heart start to beat faster and faster. “It's him, take photos. Keep doing them until they go in.” 

"Yes, sir." 

Finally, after so many weeks of hunting for the man who disrupted the brothels and other places belonging to Bonten, you managed to see him in person. You knew that something connected him to Mina and where to strike to hurt her even a little. Her restaurant was no longer a safe place from today. It was only a matter of hours before the order to attack the place would be given. 

Personally, you'd prefer things to seem like simple taunts at first, or at least until the Bonten boys manage to find out where the woman and Yuu live. You hoped that your brother had a more permanent bond with her than with the other women. Of course, none of them could replace Mai, but... 

The man and the woman looked at each other for a moment, still talking about something, and headed to the entrance of the restaurant. 

You pulled out your phone and dialed Sanzu's number, who answered after the first ring. 

"Yes? Y/n?" 

"It's him." You said shortly and there was silence on the other end of the line. "It's him, Sanzu. Yuji." 

"Fuck." Your interlocutor cursed quietly, and you heard him inhale something, and after a while he slowly exhaled and laughed, almost giggling. "Good job, Y/n. Send people to follow them and get out of there." 

"Goro and Juro are at the restaurant that Mina owns." 

"Will they be, okay?" You heard the man exhale slowly again, clearly smoking something. 

“Hey, Kai.” You turned to the driver, who looked at you over his shoulder. 

“Yes, boss?” 

“Goro and Juro would be able to follow our couple?” 

The man thought for a moment and nodded, although he was a little unsure. 

“Sure, but we’ll have to send them the Bastard.” 

“The Bastard? Why?” Sanzu asked, clearly having heard your exchange perfectly. 

“Why?” You repeated your question to the driver. 

“He knows Toshima, his chick lived in the area, and he used to be a kidnapping guy. He knows how to track his victims without them noticing they’re being followed.” 

“Did you hear that, Sanzu?” 

“Yeah. Goro, Juro and the Bastard are supposed to track Yuu and his whore.” Your boss made the decision. “Let him know to drive to your place and wait for them to leave the restaurant. They’re not supposed to get caught or noticed. Otherwise, either they’re going to kill them or we’re going to do that. We’ve waited too long for this moment to just screw it up. Let them take pictures, notes, whatever… Just don’t let them get caught in a trap.” Sanzu said goodbye to you and hung up, probably intending to inform Mikey of the identity of the mysterious man. 

“You can make a call. Let him drive over here, we’ll make room for him.” The driver nodded and dialed his subordinate's phone number, and in the meantime, you told him the plan Haruchiyo had given you. "We're going back to the base." 

"Yes, boss." 

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Thanks to Kai's knowledge of what seemed like all sorts of shortcuts, the journey to Bonten's hideout took surprisingly little time. You tried to memorize all the chosen turns and streets, but you couldn't match the memory of someone who had once worked as a taxi driver. 

As you walked towards the entertainment room, where you hoped to meet Haruchiyo, you wondered what kind of opponent your brother might turn out to be. 

You knew how to fight and were a bit more powerful than Sanzu, but you definitely preferred to avoid bare-knuckle fighting. You changed beyond recognition when you got your hands on any weapon. There was no mercy then. 

You were curious if it was the same with Yuji, although you had fragments of memories from his training sessions and you were sure that if the man was still in practice, he could handle a fight between you much better than you, if it actually happened. 

The closer you got to the entrance to the room, the better you could hear the quiet conversation between the man and the woman. It sounded calm, like a normal conversation between people who knew each other well, and as soon as you crossed the threshold, you saw Sanzu sitting behind the bar and a young woman with long, shiny dark hair leaning against him, her well-groomed hand running over the man's back. 

Her lips were very close to Sanzu's ear, almost whispering something, and you saw your friend, your lover, laughing quietly, pleased with the attention he was getting. 

You smiled at the sight and as if sensing your presence, they both turned towards the door, their gazes settling on you. You nodded and calmly walked closer. 

The woman didn't stop touching the gangster, and he didn't look like it bothered him, and since that was the case... You didn't mind either, or at least for now you weren't going to show anything against it, because in reality, anger was starting to build up inside you. 

"Y/n, you're faster than I expected." Sanzu said and the woman gently rested her head on his shoulder, not paying much attention to you. 

"We have Kai to thank for that." You replied, placing your hand on the bar counter. "Are you going home?" 

“No. Not today.” The man replied, raising a glass of stronger alcohol to his lips. “I'll stay with Mikey.” 

“Oh... Well, okay.” You weren't happy with such an answer. You had originally agreed that you would drive him to the apartment building where he lived. “Do you need anything from me?” 

“Not really. Go back to your place and get ready for tomorrow's party.” He gave you an order, focusing once again on the woman with him. 

For a moment, you wanted to say something else, but Sanzu waved you off, making you feel slightly offended. You obeyed the order and headed towards the exit, and before you crossed the threshold, you heard Haruchiyo address you again. 

“Hey, Y/n.” You turned around and your eyes landed for a split second on the prostitute's hand stroking the man's cheek. “Come pick me up tomorrow, right after the party's over. Be good and don't get into any trouble while I'm not around...” He slapped the woman's ass, making her jump in surprise and smiled widely at you. There was a glint in his eyes that you loved and the corners of your lips twitched. “And I'll share this little lady with you.” 

“He's not my type...” The woman got offended and Sanzu snorted contemptuously, turning his gaze to her. 

“You're not here on vacation, princess.” Seeing the uncertainty on the woman's face, you laughed heartily and shook your head. 

“I’ll hold you to your word, boss.” You said, feeling your anger subside, and you headed back to the garage where your car was parked. 

Despite the fact that it wasn’t really in your way, you were going to stop by your coffee shop and pick up a present for your niece, and at a nearby flower shop, buy your father some white orchids, which he liked, if not adored. They used to be one of your mother’s favorite flowers, and you remembered that she had several varieties, but she never had enough of the white ones. 

You parked your car in the parking lot right next to your coffee shop and entered through the back entrance, not wanting to cause any unnecessary commotion among the customers. After all, it was the perfect hour for socializing and early dates, and you didn’t want to bother anyone by pushing your large gift between the busy tables. 

You were extremely pleased with how your workers packed up the dollhouse, completely keeping secret what might be inside. You knew they had certainly thrown in some treats or other small gifts that the girl would enjoy. 

With a little help from Asahi-chan, you managed to load the present into the backseat of your car and now stood there calmly smoking a cigarette, your thoughts once again returning to Sanzu and his new toy. You didn't necessarily remember if you had seen this woman at the Bonten hideout or at any of the nightclubs you had gone to with the pink-haired man, and you were curious if she knew him before or if they had just met today. 

You took a deep drag on your cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke. You looked towards one of the streets that led out to a small square and for a moment it seemed to you that you caught a glimpse of a familiar figure of a certain black-haired man. 

You frowned watching the guy and with a cigarette in your mouth you followed him, as if something was pulling you in his direction. 

The closer you got, the better you could see the man dressed in a regular t-shirt, and your heart started beating faster. With each step you got closer to him and you were more and more certain of his identity. 

“Excuse me...” You spoke in a gentle tone, immediately drawing his attention and as soon as you looked into his big blue eyes, you took the cigarette out of your mouth and smiled slightly. “Takemichi Hanagaki?” 

The man widened his eyes in almost shock, making him look comical and you smiled more friendly. You extended your hand towards him, which he looked at uncertainly, then his gaze returned to your face. 

“Y/n L/n, it's been a while.” You said and the man visibly relaxed, he shook your hand, a shy smile appearing on his lips. 

“Indeed... I see you're doing well...” He said with a hint of jealousy in his voice and you pulled him closer, wrapping your arm around his back. 

“I have a coffee shop, nothing big. How are you?” You asked, leading him in the direction you came from. “So much has changed since...” 

“You went to Tenjiku...” He said and you squeezed his arm gently. He didn’t try to pull away, but you could feel his body shuddering every now and then under your fingers. 

“Yes, but not of my own free will.” You winced slightly and the man nodded. 

“Oh, yes... Mucho. He was your captain...” 

“Yes, but that’s the past. I haven’t had any contact with him for years.” In fact, it was true. And what a truth it was... 

“And Sanzu?” He asked uncertainly and you pursed your lips slightly. Takiemichi’s steps slowed down so you squeezed his arm again. 

“He visits me sometimes, but mostly when he needs something. Like now.” 

“L-like now?” He asked and you looked at him. 

“Let’s talk here, okay? I promise nothing will happen to you.” 

“Nothing will happen to me…” His blue eyes widened again but he couldn’t protest so you pointed him to the alley near your cafe. He entered it with you without a word and you lightly pushed him against the wall of the building. 

“Listen... You know what Bonten is like, right?” You began after subtly blocking his escape route, which you knew would scare the man. 

“Yeah... Mikey...” 

You raised a hand to silence him and took a deep breath. “Bonten’s been struggling with a problem lately that I can solve.” 

“Huh?” 

“Have you heard about the prostitute murders?” 

“Umm... Uh-huh... Mikey’s behind this, right?” 

“Well... No.” You looked at him carefully and smiled slightly seeing the incomprehension on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed and you could almost hear the gears turning in his head. “There's someone else behind all this and believe it or not, it's not about Manjiro Sano.” 

“Huh?” 

You looked at your old gang mate and had to admit that he hadn't changed much. He still looked young and like a complete loser, but you knew that when he set his mind to something, he could surprise you, and in a positive way. All it needed was the right stimulus. 

“You would do anything to save him, wouldn't you?” You asked quietly and his eyes landed on yours. “You always tried to protect him from harm. What changed?” 

“I…” He swallowed. “What do you mean?” 

“Why did you leave?” 

He looked down and you saw his hands clench into fists. “You act like you don’t know that you leaving could push him to do this kind of thing. Takemichi… I always thought you were acting weird, you know?” 

“Weird? What do you mean?” He smiled crookedly, a bead of sweat appearing on his temple. 

“Like you’re hiding something. I never thought of you as an enemy and I hope you thought the same about me… At least a little bit.” You laughed shortly and leaned slightly towards the black-haired man. “What are you hiding?” 

Hanagaki looked like he was fighting an internal battle with himself and after a while he smiled uncertainly, shrugging his shoulders. 

“I'm not hiding anything...” 

“Don't lie.” You put on a serious face and shook your head. “Tell me, please. Even if it's the most fucked up thing in the world...” 

“Something's bothering you.” He noticed after a moment and this time it was you who looked away for a moment. 

“Yes. My memory plays tricks on me.” 

“Huh?...” 

“Let's just say that sometimes... Less and less often, as if my memories were being replaced by others...” You shrugged. “Sometimes I feel like what's happening now... My memories shouldn't be the way they are. They're different and I shouldn't have them.” 

You looked back at the man standing in front of you and blinked. He was looking at you in disbelief, but there was a glint of understanding in his eyes. An unpleasant shiver ran down your spine, which in a split second turned into something exciting. It's as if deep in your heart you predicted something... 

“You probably think I'm crazy... I messed up a bit...” 

“No, not at all...” Takemichi shook his head violently. “But it shouldn't be like that.” 

“What do you mean? Do you know what's going on?” You asked with faint hope and to your surprise, the man nodded slowly. 

“Maybe so...” He cleared his throat and pursed his lips. “Do you believe in time travel?” 

“Time travel?” You repeated in a strangely dispassionate tone. 

“Yes. Time travel. Specifically going back in time and fixing mistakes...” 

“Takemichi...” You raised one hand to silence your companion. 

“Yes, Y/n?” 

“Have you taken any drugs?” 

“Huh? No! No, no, no!” He started to wave his hands and his eyes widened once again. “Nothing like that...” He turned serious and you leaned back slightly seeing the seriousness on his face. He wasn't joking. “It's possible.” 

“You mean you can go back in time?” You asked after a few seconds and the man nodded. “Fuck...” 

“I know it's hard to believe, but it's the truth... I didn't sign up for this, but I promised to save Mikey...” 

“Okay, that's enough for me... Your obsession with him is enough for me to believe what you're saying.” You sighed, rubbing your temple. 

“I'm not obsessed...” He thought for a moment. 

“Okay... How far back in time can you go?” 

“Twelve years.” He replied, and you froze. 

Too short. Too short to... 

“Y-you think what's happening to you is my fault?” He asked uncertainly and you looked at him carefully. 

“It crossed my mind, but no. Could there be more of you?” 

“Huh?” 

“You see... I think what was probably changed happened a bit earlier.” You explained, ignoring the little voice in your head. Don't interfere... Let it go. 

“Possibly...” 

“Time travel and changing the future by fixing the past...” You mumbled under your breath. 

“What?” The surprised black-haired man asked. “Y/n?” 

“What should I be looking for?” 

“L-looking for? I don’t know…” 

“Someone who acted like you? You’re still acting weird, if not weirder…” 

“Maybe…” He said uncertainly. 

You thought for a moment. “You’re not fooling me, are you? Hanagaki?” 

“You said you believed me…” 

“My family…” 

“It’s dead, I remember.” He said and you turned your head towards him, causing the man to flinch and try to pull away from you. “I’m sorry! I know they were important to you.” 

“So... I had a good feeling...” You clenched one hand into a fist and laughed quietly. “Takemichi, they’re alive... Except for my mother, of course.” 

“What? But how?!” His eyes roamed your face for a moment, as if searching for signs that you were lying, then he looked ahead, as if he was going to find the answer in the distance. “Time-leaper... There’s another one...” 

“There's another one.” You repeated his words. “What was changed in my past, I suspect happened 16 years ago. So you have nothing to do with it.” 

You took a good two steps away from him, giving Hanagaki more space and you felt his watchful gaze on you. 

“Y/n? Who's responsible for these murders? If it's not Mikey, and you can stop it...” 

“You don't need this knowledge.” 

“If I can help...” 

“You already helped.” You smiled at him gently. “You confirmed that I wasn’t going crazy.” 

“We could both be crazy.” He laughed nervously, but you shook your head. 

“No, that’s not it.” You sighed and extended your hand to him, which he shook almost immediately. “I’m glad you agreed to talk to me…” 

“I guess I had no choice…” He mumbled, but you ignored his comment and let go of his hand. 

“I wish you the best of luck in life.” Your smile narrowed slightly. “Now get out of here and don’t try to contact me. I’ll be avoiding you too.” 

“Huh? Why?” 

“You wouldn’t want Sanzu to know we talked.” 

“S-Sanzu?...” 

You looked at him pointedly and seeing his face pale, you knew he understood. 

“You’re in Bonten.” He almost whispered in horror. 

“Let’s just assume this conversation never happened, right? We’ve never met, do you understand?” 

Hanagaki nodded and took a hesitant step to the side, and you nodded to him, signaling that he could go. 

You watched as the man ran forward, as if afraid that you would change your mind and lead him to the pink-haired gangster to talk. 

“Save Manjiro. He's drowning, Takemichi.” 

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[aloeverawrites]

A transphobic talking point is that allowing trans women into women's spaces will make women unsafe.

Science shows that this isn't true, and common sense shows that putting trans women in men's rooms and trans men in women's rooms makes no sense if you don't want men in the women's bathrooms.

We need to follow the science to see what actually makes women safer in public. The short answer? More female arcitects.

"

So what needs to happen? Yes, streets need better lighting, but not just on main routes: veer off onto a side road and they’re usually dimly lit. That means women avoid them, which in turn leads to those streets appearing even more inhospitable and more people avoiding them.

Claustrophobic, enclosed designs need to be eradicated: bus stops should be clear glass with two entrances and lifts, where possible, should be on the external façade of buildings, and also be transparent. Where stairwells are required, they need to be wide, as do pavements, thereby creating a greater sense of space.

Unwelcoming underpasses need to be revitalised: in Tokyo’s Ikebukuro district, an area infamous for sexual harassment, a subway near the train station nicknamed the ‘pee tunnel’ was transformed into an urban art gallery so footfall increased.

Measures to increase people numbers such as these would contribute to boosting ‘natural surveillance’ or ‘eyes on the street’, as the renowned US urban activist Jane Jacobs has pointed out, where people are safer because their visibility to other members of the public is increased. As Jacobs wrote back in 1961: ‘The first thing to understand is that the public peace of cities is not kept primarily by the police, as necessary as police are.  Horrifying public crimes can, and do, occur in well-lighted subway stations when no effective eyes are present. They virtually never occur in darkened theaters where many people and eyes are present.’

A busy street – or ‘active sidewalk ballet’ as Jacobs puts it – is the best form of security.

[kingdom-of-words]

What's in a Name?

Fandom: Sailor Moon

Rating: General

Characters: Sailor Galaxia, Tsukino Usagi

Summary: Earth is Galaxia's last stop in a self imposed apology tour after the events of Zero Star. A conversation with Sailor Moon gives the Golden Soldier some perspective.

Earth. That shining jewel she had once coveted for so long, the last set of Sailor Crystals to be collected, besides those of the Kinmokusei System, floated before her in the endless void of space held in its place by the pull of the sun. Sol, she remembered their star was called. Could she even remember the name of her planet? Her system? Her star?

It didn’t matter anyway. She knew she could never return, even if she remembered, she had never belonged there. She had vague memories, ones she had long repressed, of abuse and poverty before her Sailor Crystal had awakened. She had left that world behind in search of a better one and in doing so found Chaos, who had led her down a path of destruction.

Sighing heavily, she ran a hand through her hair and rid herself of those thoughts. She had long since abandoned the ornate headdress, thinking it made her less intimidating. She even added a cape, the stylistic change after her rebirth just felt...right.

Feeling she had put this off long enough, Sailor Galaxia squared her shoulders and teleported down to Earth, specifically to Tokyo. She let her armor fade, wearing the simple white dress she was fond of. She felt the eyes of the human men, and some women, on her as she wandered the streets, taking in the feel of the city. She suppressed a sneer and walked with purpose, even if she really had none. Earth was the last stop on her ‘Redemption Tour’ as Sailor Mermaid had affectionately called it.

She had visited the planets of her former Animamates first. Visiting them in the order they had fallen. She had offered Lethe and Mnemosyne the chance to travel with her but they had decided to stay on their own worlds and find a way to bring peace in their own way. She had made such an offer to her false Senshi after ensuring their resurrection but they had all refused, and she held no ill will for their decision. She had lied to them, made empty promises she never had the intention or power to keep.

Galaxia, lost in her thoughts, came to a stop in a park. She observed a happy couple, two women one with wavy aqua hair and one with short blonde hair, and simply let them be, [she remembered them as Sailor Moon’s allies], continuing on her way. The couple however, had noticed her, and the blonde sensed what she was and sent a message to someone.

The wandering senshi came to a stop at the edge of a lake, looking out over the water. It was here, much later, when Sailor Moon, in her civilian guise, found her. “Sailor Galaxia?” She asked tentatively, as if she wasn’t sure the woman before her truly was who Sailor Moon thought she was.

Galaxia turned, a tired smile on her face, “Hello Sailor Moon. It’s been a while.”

Usagi smiled in return and came to stand beside the older woman. “It has. What brings you back to Earth?”

“It’s done, what I set out to do,” Galaxia was looking at the lake once more. “I have helped to restore all that I destroyed.”

Usagi’s eyes lit up, “That’s wonderful,” She said excitedly but then her face fell. “But why didn’t you ask for help? I would have gladly used the Silver Crystal to help.”

Galaxia turned to look at Usagi, a small smile on her lips, sadness in her golden eyes. “This was something I had to do alone. I restored the planets of the Animamates first, then I tried to help Kinmokusei but they refused, then I traveled across the galaxy, restoring the worst damage first. But there were some places I could not help.”

She lifted her hand, which had been resting at her side, she opened her palm and five tiny Sailor Crystals appeared. “One Senshi...her planet was ravaged by war the moment she returned, their cycle of reincarnation was broken. I tried to help, but there was nothing I could do. She shattered her own Sailor Crystal into five pieces in the hopes that one day they would mature and the remaining members of the cycle would each have their own Sailor Senshi.” She closed her hand and the tiny Crystals disappeared.

Usagi put her hands over her mouth, tears welling in her eyes, “That's awful...”

Galaxia nodded sadly. “It will take generations before they are ready for Sailor Senshi again. I pray they find their peace,” She looked up to the sky, but since it was still daylight, the only visible star was Sol.

“You did what you could,” Usagi put a hand on Galaxia’s arm. A few more moments of silence passed before Usagi asked, “I’m curious, and you don’t have to answer if it will make you sad.”

“What is it, Sailor Moon?” Galaxia askew curiously.

“What about your own planet? Did you go back and help them too?” She asked.

Galaxia froze, staring at Usagi like she had grown a third eye. Finally, she cleared her throat and looked back out at the lake. “No,” She answered simply. “I only have vague memories of the place, but none of them are pleasant. I never wished to return, even before I met Chaos. Whatever my home was, it was never a place for me. It was never my home.”

Usagi frowned, “I’m sure it wasn’t that...bad...?” Usagi looked apologetic at Galaxia’s sharp glare.

The wandering soldier sighed, “I apologize Sailor Moon, I would simply rather forget the place of my birth and be done. I never grew up with the kind of love and support that you did. I was alone, unwanted, impoverished and abused. I never had any sort of self worth until I gained the power of the Sapphire Crystal.” She looked down at her hand and the broach now within it.

Much to the surprise of Galaxia, Usagi stepped up beside her and put her arms around Galaxia, giving her a comforting hug. “Well. You have it now. Me and the other Sailor Senshi of this planet, we’ve already forgiven you for everything and we’re willing to give you a home here. You can have a place to belong.” Usagi looked up at her with that warm, caring smile that had infuriated her so long ago, now it just filled her with shame.

“I...I don’t deserve your kindness Sailor Moon...” Galaxia looked away, trying to hide her blush behind her long golden red hair.

“U-sa-gi,” Usagi pronounced her own name with a smile. “My name is Usagi. I am Usagi first, Sailor Moon second, and Serenity last.”

“Usagi...” Galaxia tested the name on her tongue and couldn’t help but smile. Of course, such a shining, beautiful young woman would have such a name.

Usagi stepped back, but still held one of Galaxia’s hands. “That’s better,” She beamed, “Now, what do I call you?” She tilted her head, looking at Galaxia, “I’d rather not call you ‘Galaxia’ all the time. It just seems...too formal,” Usagi scrunched her face, clearly not liking the idea.

Galaxia blinked. It was something she hadn’t considered in a long time. Ever since her Crystal had awakened, she had never been anything other than ‘Galaxia’. Rather than dredge up old memories that she would rather forget, Galaxia simply looked at Usagi and told her, “I don’t remember, ever since my awakening as a Sailor Senshi, I have always been ‘Galaxia’. I don’t think I could remember my birth name if I tried.”

Letting go of Galaxia’s hand, Usagi put her hands on her hips, pouting. “Well, that just won’t do!” She snapped her fingers, “I know! Why don’t I give you a new name?”

Again, Galaxia blinked at the younger woman, “A...new name...?” She had been clinging to her identity as Galaxia for so long, she wasn’t sure what a new name was supposed to do.

“Yeah! Something like.....” Usagi sat on the nearby bench, crossing one leg over the other, placing her chin in her hand and resting her elbow on her leg. She was in such a deep concentration that Galaxia swore she saw smoke coming out of the blonde’s ears. She had to admit It was rather endearing.

Finally, Usagi jumped up, pointing her finger in the air with a look of triumph on her face, as if she had just discovered the cure for cancer. “Gingano Hikari!” She pointed to Galaxia. “I hereby name you Gingano Hikari!”

“Gingano...Hikari...” Galaxia translated the words and her cheeks became as red as the tip of her hair. “Sail--Usagi...I do not deserve such an honorable name.”

“Of course you do!” Usagi insisted, grabbing both of Galaxia’s hands with hers. “You may have caused all of that destruction, but you helped to fix it too. You have done more than you needed to make up for everything. You’ve more than earned it.”

Galaxia looked down, unsure what to say until finally she whispered, “Thank you, Usagi-sama.”

Usagi smiled and pulled Galaxia into another hug, “You don’t need to thank me. You are a Sailor Guardian, a sister, a friend. And I would be honored if you stayed on Earth for a bit longer, so we can get to know each other as proper friends Hikari-chan,” Usagi smiled up at her.

A smile slowly spread across her face, a true genuine smile, full of warmth, hope, love. “It would be my honor, Usagi.”

Usagi beamed and pulled away, keeping Galaxia’s hand in hers as she led her out of the park, “First thing’s first: Shopping. While that dress is cute, if you wanna stay on Earth you gotta look the part.”

For the first time in what felt like centuries, Sailor Galaxia let out a genuine, happy laugh.

[darlingpoppet]

hi thanks for the liminal spaces update! i was wondering what sort of styles the characters are wearing?

Hey anon thanks so much for reading and thank you for your ask!!

I seriously plundered the tumblr hipster blogs circa 2013 for this story, lads, let me tell you!! I’m not sure I described very well the fashions everyone in this story is wearing lest I fall into Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way territory but these are the sorts of images I had in mind for each of the characters who have made an appearance so far (sorry in advance for the potato quality of some of these images… also just in case it needs to be said, the hair & skin colors of these clothing/hairstyle models may not necessarily reflect those of the Hadesgame versions of these characters, which are the versions I’m working with in this story):

ZAGREUS

Recently Super Groupies came out with this literal Zagreus inspired zipper jacket… it only came out this year but I can still see someone in the 2010s wearing something like it so I just described him as having this exact jacket LOL. I imagined him arranging it a bit differently than the model however, instead he wears it with black skinny jeans and colorful high top converse shoes.

It’s actually really easy to imagine Zagreus as your typical millennial/gen Z college kid without too many alterations…

just look at these boys with their extremely Zagreus-looking hairstyles haha! The boy wearing blue in particular was the inspiration for Zag having those chunky square-cut diamond earrings… it’s cute to imagine them poking out from under one of those knitted caps!

ACHILLES

I like to imagine that the Achilles of this story has a bit of a gender-fluid/genderless approach to fashion, so I picture him wearing a lot of the things that were popular with hipsters of all genders, such as flannel, low-cut t-shirts & tank tops, long necklaces, chunky/slouchy cardigan sweaters, skinny jeans, and wide-brimmed hats. He wears his hair long or ties it up into a messy bun.

At home both he & Patroclus do a bit of the athleisure thing, so especially pretty soon he’s gonna be in crop/tank tops and sweatpants a lot (or in nothing at all haha!!!)

PATROCLUS

Idk I think I just see Pat as that sort of natural class-act who can wear a plain t-shirt or a band collar shirt with a nice pair of slacks and dressy shoes and look ultra sophisticated without even trying. Maybe he does that 2010s thing of wearing an unbuttoned vest over the shirt or he’ll borrow a pair of suspenders from the “2010s Recession Hipster Dude Starter Pack” every once in a while, but overall he doesn’t need much (but also imagine he’s holding a book wherever he is lol.)

Also of course, that full beard and man-bun look of the era is so quintessential and fits him perfectly!

THANATOS

I actually lived in Japan for all of the 2010s haha so I pictured Than more like the sort of young men I would sometimes see around Tokyo with multiple layers of long, knee/ankle-length cardigan robes/jackets, and those wide, billowing pants in perhaps a parachute or bontan style.

As for the gorget necklace… you know how sometimes you find a cool accessory in a vintage shop or whatever and you’re like “I am going to make this thing my entire personality for the next year”? hahaha yeah that’s Than here. Something gold or brass like the top picture that he wears under his black collared shirts, like the bottom picture.

I might come back to this once Meg makes an appearance, but for now that’s all I’ve got! Thanks for asking, this was fun <3

[hinatastinygiant]

39 | Liveable

Pairing: Tokyo Revengers x Fem!Reader

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When you and Chifuyu walk out of the office, you reconvene with Mitsuya and Atsushi.

“Where the hell have you been? I thought you four went missing, too!” Naoto pipes up appearing from nowhere.

“Too?” you hum. “What do you mean?”

“Hina and Takemichi went out hunting this afternoon just a little while after you left. They still haven’t returned,” he explains.

“Well, what should we do? We can go out and look for them,” you suggest.

“Hey! Naoto! Y/N! Help!” Hinata’s voice suddenly interrupts. Your head whips over toward the airport entrance so fast your neck cracks. And when you see her, you notice Takemichi with blood pouring out of his side.

“Shit!” Naoto gasps as he rushes to their side. “Clear some space. Atsushi, find Takuya and grab my First Aid kit. Quick!”

“On it,” he nods before racing off.

Once the two of them return, Naoto is able to bandage Takemichi up. However, not before Takemichi falls unconscious.

“None of us are doctors,” Takuya shrugs. “I don’t know what else we can do.”

“Jesus, are there even any doctors anymore?” Chifuyu scoffs.

You and Hinata look at each other, both having the same idea.

“No,” you shake your head in her direction. “That’s not a good idea.”

“Y/N, he’s our only chance to help Takemichi. Please go with me.”

“Hina…”

“You promised Draken and Baji that you’d go back!” she continues to press.

“Who’re you talking about?” Chifuyu asks.

“Y/N and I know a nurse. He helped me once. He can definitely help Takemichi,” she blabs to the group.

“Goddammit,” you grumble to yourself. Now nobody’s going to take your side.

“I’ve got a car,” Mitsuya pipes up. “We can load him up and drive him over if you show me the way.”

“Woah, why the hell would we want you to go with us?! You just fucking kidnapped me!”

“It’s dark outside, almost midnight. You really think you’re going to find someone else out there willing to help you?” he rolls his eyes.

“I’ve got a car, too,” Akkun adds. “We can split up and all take a ride over. It might be smart to stick together since Y/N seems so apprehensive about the whole thing.”

“Are they hostile?” Naoto asks you. “Should we bring all our amm-“

“No,” you interrupt quickly. “No, you don’t have to hurt or threaten them. I’ll show you the way if that’s what Hina wants so badly. Just remember he’s a nurse, not a miracle worker.”

“Deal,” Hinata nods.

“And since we’re taking two cars we should probably set a ground rule,” Akkun interrupts.

“Like what?” Hinata shrugs.

“Like if something happens in one of the cars, the other group keeps going,” Akkun continues.

“Agreed,” you nod. “No sense in all of us dying.”

“But couldn’t we-“ Chifuyu starts.

“I’m in, too,” Hinata nods.

“Chifuyu, you’re in charge of the people you’re in the same car with. Not everyone, okay?” you then whisper to him.

“Yeah, got it,” he sighs.

About fifteen minutes later you, Mitsuya, Naoto, Chifuyu, and Peke J pile into Mitsuya’s car. Despite not wanting to be near Mitsuya, that’s exactly why you decided to stay close to him. Keep your enemies close, right?

Once you drive off, your car leaves the area first. Mitsuya starts to drive, following your direction, until he hears the sound of a car speeding up behind you. He checks the rearview mirror and sees a foreign car approaching.

“Get down!” he shouts just before gunshots ring out in the air. Mitsuya drives off as quickly as he can, but one of his tires pops.

Mitsuya starts swerving, unable to get out of range from those guns, until the car finally comes to a halt.

The other car stops, too, and two men step out. At about the same time, you notice Atsushi’s car race by. At least he’s staying true to the plan. What’s important is getting Takemichi to Mikey.

When you’re brought back to reality you hear the sounds of guns aiming for the front of the car- the engine.

“Out! Everybody out! Get as far away as you can!” Mitsuya shouts as he grabs onto you and yanks you out of the car. You end up cutting yourself on the door as he pulls you out, but that’s the least of your worries as you scramble to get away from the car.

You’re not sure when it happened, but Mitsuya had let go of you at some point. You end up running into a building, out the back, and down a side street with Peke J following closely behind. But just as you think you’re in the clear, you bump into someone. Immediately, you pick up your gun and aim it straight ahead, but your whole body relaxes when you see it’s just Naoto.

“Woah, woah, it’s just me. Calm down. Are you okay?” he asks.

“No,” you scoff as you bend your knees and take a moment to catch your breath. “We’re fucked, Naoto.”

“Akkun’s still here,” he then tells you. “I saw him pick up Chifuyu and Mitsuya.”

“What?! They were supposed to keep going!” you gasp.

“I know,” he nods. “They’re going to drop Takemichi off now and then come back for us so we need to hold out until then.”

“Where? Where are they going to pick us up?” you ask him.

“Outside the subway station,” he nods. “Think you can keep going?”

“Beats sittin’ around here,” you nod. “Let’s go.”

You then start to run, heading where Naoto told you Akkun would pick you up. However, when you arrive at the station and stop running, Naoto isn’t behind you. Yet as you look down, Chifuyu’s cat is still with you.

A moment later, you see two figures walking straight toward you down the street- two men you don’t recognize with machine guns in their hands.

“Shit,” you gasp as you look at your surroundings. The closest place to go is into the subway, so that’s where you run. Picking up Peke J, you bolt down the stairs as quickly as you can.

In the station, much to your luck, there is a broken-down train with one of the doors still open. You quickly squeeze through and enter one of the cars.

In the corner of the car is an old homeless man who looks at you with bright white eyes that scares the shit out of you. And suddenly, the doors close. The train starts to move and Peke J falls out of your hands.

The old man stands up with the help of the seating nearby. He almost looks like he’s never walked before. Like that scene in Bambi when he stands up for the first time.

The old man wobbles his way toward you, getting too close for comfort. And all you can do is stare back at him, stunned by his glowing white eyes.

However, just as he’s about to reach out to you, Peke J bites him hard in the leg. The train then stops short and you fall and hit your head.

When you come back to consciousness, two men- two similar-looking men- are hovering over you. You must’ve hallucinated the whole thing. Hit your head, got a concussion, and now you’re laying on the ground with your shotgun nowhere in sight. Just Peke J who sits on your stomach and hisses at the two men.

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Taglist: @pikagirl2001330

[konradnews]

Haruka Ayase appeared at the opening event of UNIQLO Shinjuku Main Store. She showed off her autumn/winter coordinate of a coat and sleeveless sleeves for the first time in Japan.

UNIQLO will open its global flagship store “UNIQLO Shinjuku Main Store” tomorrow, October 25. Located at 3-29-1 Shinjuku, Shinjuku-ku, Tokyo, on the former site of BICQLO, it is the fifth UNIQLO store in the Shinjuku area. It consists of the first three floors above ground, with a total sales floor space of approximately 1,200 tsubo. In addition to an extensive lineup of women’s, men’s,…

[dankusner]

In Tokyo’s Shibuya district, fashion label Diesel hosts an exhibition celebrating queer artist Tom of Finland

‘Expression, sexuality and individualism’: Diesel exhibition is a trip into the homoerotic world of Tom of Finland

Tom of Finland’s libidinally charged illustrations of muscled-up men in various states of embrace – and often clad in skin-tight leather or denim – have seen the Finnish artist (born Touko Laaksonen), become one of queer art’s most distinctive voices.

First appearing in publications like Bob Mizer’s Physique Pictorial in the 1950s, his stylised drawings would – as his eponymous Los Angeles-based foundation describes – ‘fuel both the sexual fantasies and the aesthetics of gay men'.

Glenn Martens, the Belgian creative director of Italian fashion label Diesel, has forged a deep-rooted relationship with the Tom of Finland Foundation and its president Durk Dehner, a friend and lover of Laaksonen, who set up the foundation with him in 1984 (the artist would die in 1991, with Dehner becoming the guardian of his legacy). ‘[His work] seemed to affect me in a way that art never had before, an emotional way,’ Dehner told Wallpaper* on the occasion of Diesel’s ‘AllTogether’ exhibition in Venice in 2022, which combined Tom of Finland’s illustrations with the work of other erotic artists. ‘There was something in it that made it feel like he had done these pictures for us, for gay boys. That was important in a world where nothing felt like it was made for you,’ he said.

Now, a new exhibition of Tom of Finland’s work is being hosted in the Diesel Art Gallery in Tokyo, part of the brand’s vast flagship store in the buzzing Shibuya district.

Titled ‘Forty Years of Pride’, the display marks a rare opportunity to see Tom of Finland exhibited in Japan and features the artist’s works both in colour and black and white, some of which are for sale.

The former includes the bright red of a Santa costume (worn by a typically gleaming Adonis with just a Christmas stocking for modesty); the latter, men in wipe-clean black leather boots and chaps.

Diesel says the exhibition ‘amplifies the message of freedom of expression, sexuality and individualism’ at the heart of Tom of Finland’s oeuvre.

Alongside the show, there is a VR experience that allows viewers to be transported to Tom House, the artist’s former Los Angeles residence which now serves as a community hub and gallery space, alongside hosting artists in residence who explore erotic themes in their practices.

'Present-day artists are inspired by the generation before, they feed off each other,’ Dehner previously told Wallpaper*.

‘At the foundation, we promote the present and future, and protect the past.

That’s really what creates community and family, because family isn’t just who’s alive today – it’s where you come from, all the people came before.’

The exhibition offers a final opportunity to shop Martens’ Pride collection for Diesel, which is the third to be made in collaboration with the Tom of Finland Foundation.

The collection also celebrates artists Stuart Sandford, Suzanne Shifflett, Tank, the Hun, Valentine and Henning von Berg, who are each linked to the Foundation.

The boldly illustrated pieces, some in playful trompe o’eil, span T-shirts, sweaters and the requisite jockstrap. The collection’s launch last month coincided with the Tom of Finland Art & Culture Festival, held this year in Berlin’s Berghain nightclub, supported by Diesel.

The VR experience which transports viewers to Tom House in Los Angeles