#stay cursi

[wisyhana]

I wanna talk about something really beautiful that happened on my birthday before August ends.

The lovely people from patreon, which at this point are close friends than patrons, took the time and effort to gift me a commission where I could draw whatever I wanted, along with the most beautiful letters and drawings.

I cried like a baby, no joke hahaha.

This was such a great gift so of course I made it about Saya and her birthday so here are the drawings I did for her and my birthday. I'm not showing you the letter cos I'll tear up again.

First one is Saya receiving a present from her grandma. She's super emotional because her grandma doesn't know much about postal services or technology, so Saya knows she made a huge effort to send her a present on her own.

The second one is of course Kyrie Eleison celebrating her birthday. Saya invited Kaiba for the party and well Vultur is not really happy about it, but she gets over it quickly. Also to point out that Saya is really happy this time and when she's happy and comfy she tends to be more touchy, so it's very new for her to grab Ivy and Viper that way.

and the last one is already very late and Kaiba stays at Saya's apartment and he finally gives her a present. I WANTED TO GO SUPER CURSI AND SUPER NERDY SO HEAR ME OUT.

Kaiba gives her flight tickets to Vienna for both of them~ he takes her there because HELLO VIENNA THE CITY OF MUSIC, so they can go and nerd about classical musicians. BUT, he has another surprise there~ he takes her to the St Peter's Abbey in Salzburg, because this motherfucker commissioned a whole chorus and orchestra to play the Mass in C Minor from Mozart, which is the musical that has the Grosse Messe aka the Kyrie Eleison piece that Saya loves. And of course he chooses that place because is there where it was first performed. Very cheesy, very nerdy and very Messe perfect for them.

So here they are! I wouldn't be able to draw this if it wasn't for my lovely friends. I'm so thankful and so happy that it would take me a long time to forget this.

Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy my joy with my girl Saya🖤

[valarioncy]

Ko-Fi, Commisions, and Debt! Oh My!

Hello Hollowers and non-Hollowers. I @ahyesthesufferingoftvteens (Cursi) am collaborating with Valarioncy on this post to deliver a message to those still following the both of us, and to those that may follow us in the future!.

We currently have a joint Ko-Fi Account and are accepting donations and commisions! access to our Ko-Fi is down below all the long-winded explanation! But first...

Who are you guys?

Cy - Heeeeeey, it's ya boi Cy. This here is my Tumblr account. I'm an artist and writer, autistic, asexual, and plural. I have interest in all kinds of media, animation in particular. Writing is my main passion in terms of what I like to do creatively, but I'm not very capable of doing writing commissions. Art commissions though, I'm able to do! Provided it doesn't involve designing; I'm not able to do that at this time, although I would like to in future. :0 (Seriously, go to Cursi for anything involving design!) I've been primarily doing artwork for the Hollow, which can be found on my Instagram, although I haven't been active there for a while. I also specialize in OCs and SFW furry art, plus animals of many kinds. My art style is very graphic-novel-esque, with a predominantly Canadian influence. (No, I am not nor have I ever been Canadian, I don't know how this happened.) Feel free to commission me; I'll specify exactly what I'm doing in one of the fine sections below! ^_^

Cursi - I'm the Cursed Hollower you all know and love! I'm ok with any pronouns and my gender is whatever pisses you off the most (Genderqueer)! While I'm not as much of an artist as Cy, I pride myself in my creative writing and character development/design! If you want to know how my writing is, I'd suggest looking into my latest fanfiction: Come Sweet Death, in The Hollow (Cartoon) Category on A03...don't look at anything else, it's severely outdated and absolute trash.

So what's the news, Cy and Co?

Me, Cursi, and Valarioncy are two creatives/artists that primarily create content for The Hollow, as most of you may know.

We also like to make original projects. I'm trying to whip up an original series based off of my The Hollow Magical Girl AU, and Cy has mutliple different projects. One particular series we're working on: Green's Academy, is being worked on by both of us plus a third party.

Unfortunetly, there's a problem that's been holding us back. At the current moment, me and Cy are couch-surfing and trying to look for jobs to sustain our needs and wants and, potentially, get ourselves our own abode! This is predictably difficult due to our neurodivergancies, but without the second problem we have, this isn't are main woes. We have food stamps, so we're not going hungry.

The other FAR BIGGER problem is that I, Cursi...am $1,600 in credit card debt, and I recently missed my payment this month because I have only ten bucks in my bank account to keep it alive.

How the heck did you gain so much debt?

Now you're probably wondering how on earth I GOT $1,600 dollars in credit card debt. To make a long story short:

I flew to Valarioncy's state to help them with their homelessness situation with a healthy sum of about 3,000 dollars.

One of the other friends we had with us turned out to be severely abusive and held us down from escaping such a horrible situation.

Now that that friend is gone, our other friend is in a group home, and me and Cy are slightly more stabilized, the damage left behind is severe...especially on my poor credit card that had to extend our unwanted motel stays.

Needless to say I'm an absolute mess over this. I don't like being in debt, at all. Cy is trying to calm me down but I'm clinging onto my sanity for dear life.

But yeah, because of this debt that affects both of us, considering we're basically family at this point, we need cash. And because it's hard to get a job, we aren't getting an influx of cash...you can probably see where this is going now.

I like your creative works! How can I help?

Well you're just in luck, buddy-o. Me and Cy have created a joint Ko-Fi Account! We're accepting commissions AND donations! Ain't that just great!

Hey Cy! Tell us about your commision prices! --------------------

Cy: Right now, I'm pretty much up to doing digital flat-colored/minimal shading busts and full-bodies with transparent backgrounds. I get busts done a whole lot faster than full-bodies but I'm capable of doing full-bodies so I'm gonna include them! Pretty much all I need is a good reference for the character. I can do human, animal, and furry, SFW only.

-------------------- Thank you Cy! Go ahead and personally DM Cy for a commision if you're interested!

As for me, I'm open to ghost-writing and lore-development for the small small price of...um...$3? maybe $5? I know Cy will get on me for potentially underselling myself but they do that to themselves. Hehe. (PLEASE PAY THEM MORE THAN 3 to 5 BUCKS!!!!!!! -Cy)

We're also accepting donations. Any amount would be of great help! Even just $1 will make our day, seriously. $1 is more than we normally get nowadays!

Of course, if you can't donate, that's totally fine! Please spread the word and reblog this post and the many posts me and Cy make! You can pay us with some good classic feedback-dopamine!

One Last Link to our Ko-Fi!

Thank you for listening! Thanks for the support!

[miragexc]

Que es lo que màs te gusta hacer con Buttercup?

Butter cup, Lim es cursi? Te ha llevado a comer alguna vez? ^^ A mi también me gusta el Kpop...Eres stay?

Ummm muchas cosas pero salir y probar cosas nuevas...Comer en diferentes lugares, escuchar distanta musica etc...

@buttercup1993 Te buscan, cariño ajajajaja

[ogdoadfates]

i’ve been looking for some vaxleth angst lately would you write a fic where they get into their first fight? i know they don’t agree on things ALL the time

Who doesn’t love some good angst? So I actually struggled with this a lot, I first tried my apocalypse au but decided not to since I plan on writing a long fic for that au and I don’t want to reckon or spoil it so I ended up going with my skyrim au, because why not? Sorry this might not be what you were wanting? But I tried my best :’3 (for context in this au the twins are werewolves)

Vax has never ever fought with Keyleth before and he has already decided he hates it. He hates it with every fiber of his being.

It all started when they’d all setted out into a cave that they were hired to clear out by the local village. It’d started out fine, killing some bandits here and there, grabing any coin they found, and then they found the stupid split tunnels. Three different tunnels, three different groups. Vex and Percy went in one, Grog, Pike, and Scanlan went down another, which left him and Keyleth to go down the last one. Which he at the time was more than fine with, the two don’t get to spend time alone together that often.

Like before it all started fine but then the itch started. He knows this itch intimately, he feels it’s cursied crawl up his spine every full moon, it doesn’t make sense though. It isn’t a full moon and even then they were deep underground, usually him and his sister revil in the power the transformation gifts them but forced transformations are a different matter. They can’t control themselves, they hurt the ones they love when they are like that. He was in a cave system too far away from the others, enemies around them, and the moment he warned Keyleth and told her she should start heading back. Fuck to just run out of the cave period, she refused. She wouldn’t leave him. Usually Vax finds her inner fire attractive but in this case he wished she’d just run.

She stays and because he knows he won’t make it out before whatever is causing the itch makes him transform they continue to head deeper in with Vax pleading, almost yelling at Keyleth to leave him. He knows he’s attracting attention but he just wanted her to get to safety but she keeps her foot down and stays, even walking in front of him.

What first tore blood wasn’t his claws that were begging to be let out but rather the sharp edge of an arrow burring itself into Keyleth’s shoulder. What finally triggered his transformation wasn’t the itch but rather the sharp pained cry that falls from Keyleth’s lips.

He doesn’t remember much after that, there are flashes that he can recall. Teeth burring themselves in flesh and leathers, claws tearing limbs from bodies, and the fleeting feeling of his monsterous feet pounding against the cave floor with the steady pressure of something warm held closely to his torso. But other then that, nothing, just a blank dark space of emotion and an empty void.

He awakes in what he can only guess is that old lunar forge they cleared out ages ago. His body aches but that doesn’t stop him from bolting up right, trying desperately to find Keyleth and pray that she’s in one piece, that he didn’t tear her limb from limb.

But looking around revealed the rest of his friends, his found family, gathered around the lightly lit forge, Keyleth thankfully in one piece leaning against the warm stone as Vex seems to rebandage her arm. His heart releases some of it’s tension when he notices her wounds don’t resemble that of an vicious animal attack but rather blades and arrows.

Their eyes catch and though he can see the endless depths of her kindness, there is another emotion within her that he can’t place but as she smiles at him he can’t help but feel at peace.

[theimportanceofbeingaloof]

luna miguel - i have 50 000 euros in the bank

i have 50 000 euros in the bank

when the figure turned around i’d turn around with her i’d pull out a megaphone as if by magic and scream to that skinny boy collecting dust on the dumbbells of ciudad real decathlon to focus on everything acquired on everything that had changed since he painted trains fucked minors took exams with that bubble bag of hash hidden in baggy pants in case it went wrong or just in case it turned out ok and fifty k had to be celebrated how do you stay a brat how many bus tickets to tomelloso how many illegal downloads of nordic rap loser look at you how you've changed before you admired men before you wanted to be like uncle pepe but then they found his rotten corpse before you loved kase o but then he got sad and old before you admired david foster wallace but you will never write a thousand page novel beyond that is fifty thousand euros of your sweat and from your forehead,          grainy boy with brown shoes, what do you think of me? you who have been searching all your life for a man                                                       to copy and it turns out the chosen one was none of those you imagined but yourself, are you really yourself?


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tengo 50 000 euros en el banco

cuando la cifra diera la vuelta daría la vuelta con ella sacaría un megáfone como pur arte de magia y gritaría a ese chico enclenque que acumulaba polvo en las mancuernas de decathlon de ciudad real que se fijara en todo lo que había conseguido en todo lo que había cambiado desde que pintaba trenes follaba con menores hacía exámenes con esa malla de hachís escondida en el ancho pantalón por si acaso salía mal o por si acaso salía bien y había que celebrarlo cincuenta mil pavos cómo te quedas criajo cuántos billetes de autobús a tomelloso son eso cuántas descargas ilegales de rap nórdico pringao mírate cómo has cambiado antes admirabas a los hombres antes querías ser como el tío pepe pero luego encontraron su cadáver descompuesto antes amabas a kase o pero luego se volvío cursi y viejo antes admirabas a david foster wallace pero tú nunca escribirás una novela de mil páginas qué más da eso ahora son cincuenta mil euros de tu sudor y de tu frente chaval granoso de zapatos marrones qué te parezco ahora tú que llevas toda la vida buscando un hombre al que imitar y resulta que el elegido no era niguno de los que creíste                    sino tú mismo ¿de verdad que eres tú mismo?                                                                                                             

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This poem is from Poesía masculina (La Bella Varsovia 2021)

Thank you to Luna Miguel for permission to publish my translation.

[swapmuseum]

Swapmuseum continua con il sostegno del Fondo 8x1000 della Chiesa Valdese

Iniziamo questo lunedì con una super notizia!

Swapmuseum continua per un altro anno insieme grazie al sostegno del Fondo 8x1000 della Chiesa Valdese.

Non vediamo l'ora di condurre 100 nuovi swappers tra i 16-25 anni alla mirabolante scoperta di 11 musei e spazi culturali del Salento:

Museo Sigismondo Castromediano, Lecce

Fabbrica delle parole - Mostra permanente dell'arte della stampa, Lecce

Ecomuseo della Pietra Leccese, Cursi (LE)

Castello Carlo V, Lecce

Palazzo De Gualtieriis, Castrignano de’ Greci (LE)

Museo Archeo - Industriale di Terra d'Otranto, Maglie (LE)

Museo della Ceramica, Cutrofiano (LE)

Castello di Acaya (LE)

Castello di Corigliano d’Otranto (LE)

Museo della Radio, Tuglie (LE)

LaFabbrica - Museo delle Tabacchine, Campi Salentina (LE)

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[staycursi]

En ese momento lo tenia todo y no lo sabia

[lucianinsanity]

I swear to god I'm feeling so soft and sad, guys, why?

My heart is shattering just thinking about BKDK being soft to each other and singing stupid cursi songs to each other and talking about their future together and fighting because Katsuki likes animals a lot and Izuku likes plants and those things don't usually go together and just them

Like, I can imagine them in their third year discussing their wedding and Katsuki stopping Izuku from asking if he wants to get married and going "I'm going to be the one to ask for marriage" and then waiting until the graduation and asking him and oh god

You don't understand that I'm crying, if they even just hold hands after they win and they are just looking forward in complete disbelief and they reach to each other and they just stay in silence holding each other in place

I can imagine them going to each other room after long training sessions to talk about movies and heroes and things they do with they friends and their hyperfixations of the moment and just falling asleep together after a long day

Or them already in their own house, and Katsuki doesn't want to get out of bed saying something about apex predators and needing more time to rest and Izuku running across the room trying to do everything at the same time and tripping with his own dirty clothes that he was supposed to pick up two days ago and Katsuki laughing at him because of that

You don't understand that I'm so soft for this idiots, like, they would be so happy together and so loving and clingy and dumb and sarcastic and they would laugh at jokes only they understand and they would call each other increasingly embarrassing pet names and forget to call each other their hero names all the time and say shit like "oh yes, my husband did this thing the other day..." Or "my husband is the best" instead of saying their fucking names

Commas don't exist when I'm crying

[xxblafuckblashxx]

Quédate con quién te haga olvidar tus problemas cuando esté contigo.

Tan solo una chica a tu alrededor.

[clavelydrops]

“Don't worry,honey. I'll stay with you until you feel better ❤.”

Después de tanto tiempo sin hacer un fanart de Friday night funkin,finalmente vuelvo para alabar a la santa OTP de este juego,wow,sin duda es buena idea hacer requests de ves en cuando.

Enserio amo a estos dos,tienen mucho materia para hacer cosas super cursi y eso me encanta. >w<

Y bueno,sin mucho mas que decir,espero que le guste.^w^

[honeybunny-sawamura]

Love Thy Neighbor

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.8K

“No no nononono!” you rush to take out the thing that’s burning in your oven; almost forgetting to put on your mitts and nearly shoving your bare hand into the heat. They’re not on literal fire but you drop the whole baking pan into the sink and drown the charred contents in cold water. You sigh dejectedly at what’s supposed to be heart shaped cookies, but now they’re just scorched up black rocks. How does one mess up simple sugar cookies?? You hang your head in defeat and you have half the mind to dunk your head into the sink with the destroyed confection. They were supposed to be for friends; a nice thank you gift for all the things they’ve done for you and to celebrate Valentine’s Day boyfriend free. Well…

Three loud but quick knocks to your front door breaks you out of your thoughts and you straighten up to wonder who it is. A voice in the back of your mind scoffs since it should be obvious but when you answer the door, you’re surprised to see your neighbor, Iwaizumi Hajime, looking down at you with one eyebrow raised.

“Set your kitchen on fire, again?” he asks teasingly. While there’s amusement in his voice, you can hear the worry that’s laced underneath. You give him an embarrassed pout because one, yes you have set something in your kitchen ablaze before. And two, Iwaizumi is always there helping you fix up whatever disaster you’ve concocted. No matter what time of the day it was, after any failed attempt at cooking or baking that you’d tried to take on, he was there to help clean up and help you try again. It was like this from day one when you first moved into the apartment next to his and tried to cook your first meal with no cooking spray. Having him use the fire extinguisher on your brand-new cooking set was one way to make friends with your new neighbor.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckles when all he gets is your pout as an answer. He tilts his head at you as if to silently ask if it’s okay to come in and you sidestep to let him enter your apartment. The handsome athletic trainer has been in here so many times, he knows the way to your kitchen like he does his own.

“What is it this time?”

“…. Sugar cookies.”

“Cookies? That’s like, the easiest thing to make!” he replies over his shoulder before stepping in and seeing your sad attempt submerged in the sink. He makes a face that seems to be crossed with disgust and pity. You wring you hands on your apron and your cheeks heat up in slight shame.

“I was also trying to make chocolate pops so… I kinda forgot about the cookies baking,” you explain and motion to the kitchen table with chocolates, lollipop molds, and other stuff strewn about. Iwaizumi looks over and is quite impressed with how some of them are turning out. He even approaches the table to get a better look at them and can see why you had forgotten about the cookies; the heart shaped chocolate pops you had made so far look delicious and cute. He turns to you with a smile that makes you heart flutter in your chest.

“These look great! Making these for a special Valentine?” he inquires with a grin and if the red in your cheeks weren’t noticeable, they had to be now.

“I-I... They’re for friends!” you tell him half the truth because yeah, some of the chocolate pops are for your friends. But the others, especially the ones that come out as perfect as you like, are for the spikey haired man currently standing in your kitchen. Somewhere in between him helping you not set your kitchen on fire for the umpteenth time and the two of you having long and deep discussions while whisking eggs, boiling pasta, and dicing onions, you had fallen in love with Iwaizumi. You fell in love with how caring he was; checking on you whenever he smelt something burnt coming from your apartment or stopping you in the hallway to see how your week has gone. You fell in love with the way he laughs; nice and hearty, especially when you two fought over the flour and ended up getting it all over each other. You fell in love with his smile; the soft ones that he graces you when after the food has been cooked, served, and eaten, he stays over a bit longer to chat with you. The realization of your feelings for your next-door neighbor hit you like an incoming bus when he cancelled a cooking lesson with you for a date. At first, you didn’t understand why you were so upset: Iwaizumi is just your neighbor and he had every right to go out with whoever he pleases. But after talking it out with a friend while you sadly stirred a pathetic looking chicken noodle soup did she give you an epiphany,

“I think you’re in love with him…”

“Well, your friends are lucky to have something as nice as these for Valentine’s Day,” Iwaizumi breaks you out of your thoughts. You blink to see him pick up one of your chocolate pops and inspects them, noticing the tiny hungry glint in his eyes. You feel pride swell in you and you approach him with a little skip.

“Do you want one?” you ask him curiously. He turns to you with hopeful eyes and that makes you giggle; the stern athletic trainer can be so cute at times.

“Would you give me one? Or… Maybe two?” he requests. You hum in reply, pretending to mull it over in your head whether or not to give him some. You grin when he starts to pout and you make a bargain with him,

“How about you help me with the sugar cookies while I make more chocolate pops?”

“Deal!” he accepts almost immediately, and it makes you laugh. Iwaizumi grins at your laughter and you missed the way his cheeks pinken at the pretty sound. He grabs the apron that you have for him whenever he comes over to help you and starts by scrubbing away burnt up cookies from the baking pan. You watch him for a moment, heart content with having him near you, before going back to making the pops. The two of you chit chat as batter is mixed and chocolate is poured. Sometimes a joke or a tease gets tossed in the conversation along with giggles and chuckles. You and Iwaizumi maneuver around the kitchen as if in a dance; you sliding to his side to grab a bottle of spice or him placing a hand on the small of your back to warn you that he’s behind you to grab a utensil. The both of you don’t seem to realize all the small touches and spare glances that passes between the two of you, but this was such a weekly occurrence that has been happening for months now that it just felt natural.

After Iwaizumi gets a few batches of cookies baked and cooled and you have wrapped them along with the chocolate pops in cute little packages, your Valentine’s gifts are ready for tomorrow. You and he put them in the fridge, so they don’t melt except for one. You give it a nervous glance, wondering how to give it to him and if you should confess your feelings as well. In your head, you can hear some of your friends cheering and encouraging you to do so. You stall for time by cleaning up and of course, Iwaizumi helps you with that; not noticing the lone Valentine gift still on the table until,

“Is this one for me?” the handsome athletic trainer inquires once all the goodies are stored and the kitchen is spotless. You turn to see him holding up his own Valentine and your heart leaps in your throat. He’s smiling at you, eyes twinkling and an eager look set upon his face. You would have laughed and found it so sweet any other time, but right now... Your poor heart was trying not to beat itself out of your chest.

“Ummm… Yeah. It’s for you. Happy Valentine’s Day… Hajime…” you say softly. Iwaizumi’s grin widens and he’s about to thank you when he suddenly catches the tone of your voice and the fact you called him by his first name; it was always just Iwaizumi. He looks at you; eyes searching yours for something and hope filling his chest. There’s a reason why he keeps coming over and helping you whenever you mess up in the kitchen. While it took you a good couple of weeks to figure out your feelings, Iwaizumi was sure by the fifth cooking session together that he was in love with you. He fell in love with the way you were so eager to learn; taking in every tip he gives you and listening intently to his words. He fell in love with way you eyes lit up; whether it was from being able to do the recipe without a hiccup or at a joke he entertained you with. He fell in love with your smile; how it bloomed beautifully on your face whenever he saw you. He was so in love with you but scared that you didn’t feel the same way. Iwaizumi had hoped you were when he reluctantly told you he was being forced into a date by his friend and had to cancel a cooking session. He didn’t like how your face fell and how dejected and small you sounded when you told him it was okay; he could feel his own heart breaking.

“Y/N?” he calls out to you while taking a step closer to you. Hope is swirling in his eyes and you’re sure it’s the same with you. You take in a breath before saying,

“I… I’m in love with you Hajime… I… Please, be my V-Valentine?” you wince a bit when you find yourself stuttering, the blush on your cheeks darkening. The two of you stare at each other for a moment before you start to fidget when there is no answer. You are about to open your mouth to apologize or take it back or even both when Iwaizumi closes the distance between the two of you and pull you into a kiss. You let out a gasp but it gets swallowed when he slots his lips against yours. You let your eyes flutter close as you bask in his warmth and the wonderful feeling of his strong arms wrapping around your waist. You share your first kiss with Iwaizumi Hajime in the kitchen where the two of you fell in love and it makes both your hearts bloom with joy. When he pulls away from the kiss, he sighs happily and rests his head against yours. Both of you are smiling widely and a giggle pass between the two of you.

“I’ll be your Valentine from now on… Cuz I’m in love with you too.”

Taglist: @kiyoo-omi @mitzuya @vs-redemption​ @cursi-bitch

[abuelitnt]

Mi experiencia con Saezuru Tori wa Habatakanai

A pesar de que no casi nunca publico nada en Tumblr, solo lo uso para informarme de mis cosas favoritas... de alguna forma, necesito expresar lo que me hizo este manga y considero que este es el mejor lugar... quizás a nadie le importe lo que opine alguien que no está familiarizada con el género BL sobre esta historia, pero, de todas maneras, quiero desahogarme, sacar todas las sensaciones por las que me hizo y me hace pasar esta historia.

Lo que pienso del BL y yaoi

Como les dije anteriormente, no soy para nada fan del género BL ni del Yaoi, a pesar de que cuando era más joven me ponía leer fanfic yaois de Slam Dunk, pero siempre era fiel a una autora. Después quise avanzar hacia el manga, pero me di cuenta de que me parecían historias que son cortadas con la misma tijera, protagonistas que en apariencia uno toma el rol masculino y el otro el femenino. De los pocos que he leído, siempre me decepcionan en ese aspecto y no me dan ganas de seguir leyendo. Además, si quiero ver una historia sobre amor homosexual entre hombres, quiero ver a dos hombres y ver como sienten el amor como hombres que son, no sé, quizás busco más cercano a la realidad, no lo sé... es mi problema. No digo que odie el género ni que sea malo, pero quizás deba escarbar mucho para encontrar algo que me agrade, como me pasó con Given y Links de Natsu Kizu (me encanta como retrata las relaciones humanas) y la saga de Doukyusei de Asumiko Nakamura (me gusta como construye la relación de los protagonistas, además me gusta lo cursi). Tampoco lo tomen como una crítica al género, solo quiero establecer un punto para que logren dimensionar el impacto que tiene Saezuru para alguien que tiene esta opinión del género al cual pertenece

¿Cómo encontré Saezuru Tori wa Habatakanai?

Como no soy muy fan de género, ni siquiera se cuáles son las historias más populares o las historias cumbres, por decirlo de alguna manera. Así que un día de febrero del 2021, buscando algo que leer debido a la pandemia, una cercana me dijo que lo leyera... me la describió y comencé a buscar información para ver de qué iba, pero en todo lo que encontraba había una palabra que se repetía y me detenía para comenzar a leerlo, masoquismo... y no me van a creer lo ingenua que fui al pensar que sería algo como 50 sombras de Grey (sí, ríanse...)

¿Qué me impulsó a leerlo?

Me puse a buscar las otras obras de Kou Yoneda, como NightS, Reply, Doushitemo Furetakunai y Soredemo, Yasashii Koi o Suru (las dos últimas, comprados de forma digital en inglés) y me parecieron muy buenas historias y con un precioso dibujo, ahí sí sentía que estaba viendo a lo que estaba buscando, pero también sentía que para nada eran cercanos a lo que es Saezuru, quizás NightS, ya que ambas se ambientan en el bajo mundo, pero sabía que no eran similares. Hasta que encontré los dos oneshot que inician Saezuru, Don't Stay Gold y Tadayoedo Shizumazu, Saredo Naki mo Sezu, especialmente el último y eso me dio el impulso para seguir y saber cómo era el futuro de Yashiro

¿Qué me impulsa a expresar mis sentimientos hacia Saezuru Tori wa Habatakanai?

Hace mucho tiempo que no sentía que una historia me impulsara a buscar toda la información posible, todas las opiniones posibles, en fin, a buscar todo lo que tuviera que ver con esa historia. Este sentimiento, esta hambre de saber cosas, por así decirlo, me había pasado cuando compré mi primer manga, Card Captor Sakura de CLAMP, cuando comencé seguir semanalmente Naruto de Masashi Kishimoto y Bleach de Tite Kubo, cuando leí y vi Emma de Kaoru Mori y la última vez fue cuando vi y leí Versalles no Bara de Riyoko Ikeda y eso fue hace 11 años (calculen mi edad, además de sonreír con la referencia de Yashiro al ending de ese anime en el primer capítulo) y querer expresarlos, compartir opiniones con otras personas que lo siguen... me gusta sentir esto, me hace sentir como si aun tuviera tantas cosas que descubrir en el mundo del manga

¿Qué me parece la historia?

Simplemente me voló la cabeza, en esa frase se puede resumir, tiene todo lo que podía pedir en una buena historia. La trama yakuza es un gran trasfondo, además de apasionante e interesante, le da un gran marco para los personajes que están en ese mundo. Puedes ver como la intriga y las ganas de ascender a cualquier costo, incluyendo traicionar a lo que están más arriba de tú en esta jerarquía tan difícil de modificar y el precio que debes pagar si te descubren, Yoneda logra plasmar muy bien ese teje maneje, sin dejar de mencionar que no se guarda nada, muestra lo violento que puede ser ese mundo... bueno, eso es al menos en la primera parte ¿Que nos deparará la segunda? Quizás se avecine una guerra entre grupos por conflictos de intereses, venganzas de un grupo a otro... no lo sabemos

Los personajes también son un gran punto a favor, con jefes que son conscientes de su poder, sabiendo que hacer en el momento preciso, siempre pensando más allá y ver lo que es mejor para sus intereses a futuro, asegurándose de que las personas que tengan a su lado sean realmente leales a ellos, y si no lo son, solo pregúntele a Hirata, me encanta ese juego de ajedrez que comienzan a jugar. Algunos subordinados que son tan leales que son capaces de dar su vida por su kashira, o incluso de mantener lejos cualquier cosa que lo moleste o cumplir el más mínimo de sus caprichos, además de cumplir con sus órdenes. Ese tipo de características me atraen a saber más de ellos, de que me importe los que le vaya a pasar en el futuro. No es que me sienta identificada con ellos, es que me gusta mucho su dinámica, si les llega a pasar algo a ellos, me sentiría mal por su jefe

Los protagonistas... ¿Qué puedo decir de ellos?

A Yashiro, lo amo y lo odio con la misma intensidad. Lo amo porque es perfecto, es guapo, inteligente, astuto, gracioso, tiene una personalidad magnética, te atrae, quizás esa sea la forma de la armadura que creó para poder sobrevivir todo este tiempo, además te gustaría saber más de él, saber en qué piensa (sobre todo ahora, que no hemos tenido acceso a sus pensamientos en mucho tiempo) y qué siente frente a ciertas situaciones. Tenía todo para ser alguien exitoso en la vida, pero su traumático pasado cortó todo eso, es un sobreviviente y es resiliente, eso es lo que tenía que hacer para seguir adelante en ese mundo en el que fue prácticamente obligado a entrar y estaba bien con eso, estaba conforme y cómodo en la posición en que lo encontramos en el inicio del manga, hasta que le pasan dos cosas, el ofrecimiento de Misumi de escalar en la yakuza y la llegada del ser más adecuado para él, diría que su sombra y ahí su armadura comienza a romperse poco a poco y logramos ver ese lado vulnerable que siempre quiso esconder y vemos a un persona que aún no es capaz de superar verdaderamente sus traumas pasados, incapaz de sanar sus heridas, además de no poder aceptar que alguien lo ame tan profundamente, que le muestra una nueva forma del amor y de no saber qué hacer con sus sentimientos hacia ese alguien, me encanta verlo así, me encanta que lo saquen de su zona cómoda, pero lo odié cuando quiso rearmarse, cuando quiso quitarse todo lo que lo volvía débil, quizás volver a refugiarse en una posición que lo volviese invulnerable nuevamente. También lo odio cuando quiere llevarse todo el peso (recuerdo las palabras del inicio del capítulo 33 "Él no necesitaba nada ni a nadie"), siendo incapaz de confiar en las personas, cosas que aún no puede superar, siempre acostumbrado a hacerlo todo solo...

A Doumeki, lo amo con todo el corazón. Tiene una personalidad tan tranquila, pero de alguna forma te hace sentir segura cuando estás a su lado, además de observador con todo lo que le rodea al objeto de su afecto (darse cuenta del amor de su jefe hacia Kageyama y el afecto de Ryuuzaki hacia su patrón). Yashiro se ve que al principio se podía relajar con él, ya que puede reír con todas las ganas posibles, en algún momento, creo que a él le gusta escuchar cómo se ríe, a pesar de que sea a su costa, además de que no él se inmutaba cuando su jefe intentaba darle placer, aun sabiendo de su impotencia. Pero después del atentado hacia su jefe, la intensidad de su amor comenzó a crecer junto con la incomodidad de su kashira con sus honestas declaraciones y su inquebrantable lealtad y después con sus acciones. Cualquiera estará feliz de tener a alguien que te ame tanto como él ama a Yashiro, de hacerle saber de qué a pesar de que lo trate como trate, siempre estará para él, que no está solo si está con él. Es capaz de arriesgarlo todo, capaz de denigrarse, de torcerse a sí mismo si eso significa poder quedarse al lado de la persona que ama, pero me alegro que se haya dado cuenta que su amor por él también era peligroso, que significaba una carga a Yashiro si seguía a su lado, además de sentir su rechazo. Independientemente si su kashira le corresponde de la misma forma o no, siempre lo echaría de su lado porque Yashiro no está dispuesto a renunciar a la imagen que ha construido todo ese tiempo para sí mismo, a todo lo que ha creído todo ese tiempo… Además, carga con el hecho de haberlo herido por el solo hecho de haberle hecho el amor, creo que nunca olvidará esas lágrimas…

¿Qué espero del capítulo 44?

Ojalá Yashiro le diga no, pero mientras más releo el manga, más convencida estoy que le dirá que sí, porque él ha estado intentando olvidarse de él por más de 4 años, aunque haya sido en vano (su imagen en su mente puede haberse vuelto borrosa, pero los sentimientos siguen ahí presentes y persistentes) ¿Qué mejor declaración de intenciones hacia Doumeki que aceptar su propuesta para que se de cuenta que ya no siente nada por él? También, él esta enojado por lo que le dijo, se puede dejar llevar por esa ira y cuando estamos bajo ese efecto, nos podemos arrepentir de lo que decimos en ese momento. ¿Y qué haría Doumeki frente a esa respuesta? Lo rechazaría… Algo que me ha estado dando vueltas es el compromiso que le hizo en el auto antes de que fueran a buscar a Hirata, que no le haría nada, perfectamente le puede reafirmar eso, diciendo que nunca más lo tocará y se lo diría de la forma más sensual posible, ya que este muchacho está celoso y esa es una forma de herirlo, dejarlo con las ganas, ahora que Doumeki evita cualquier contacto físico directo debido a sus guantes… no sé…

Pero como bien saben, soy nueva en esta historia y se que lo más veteranos se han llevado cada sorpresa con este manga… veamos como sigue, ya no falta mucho…

Conclusiones

En pocas palabras, este manga me ha hechizado como hace tiempo no lo hacía una historia… para mi es fácilmente uno de los mejores mangas que he leído a lo largo de mi vida, además de cambiar la forma en que leo mis mangas, porque este sí que me ha hecho trabajar mi mente.

Se que quizás esta especie de declaración no la lea nadie, ya que está muy larga, pero me conformo con haber sacado todos mis pensamientos con respecto a Saezuru

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[distractedhistotech]

Lewis Joins the Gang (Again)

As usual, Arthur was the first to wake up.  He felt like he’d taken too much pain medication before going to bed and…there was something on top of him that was not Vivi or Mystery.  It felt smooth and warm.  He sat up.  “What.” He stared at the pile of purple ghosts covering him, Vivi, and Mystery.  On a purple bed.  In…a large room.  It looked like the entrance room of a mansion.

Wait, wait, wait…He was starting to remember.  “Uh, ghost guy, you there?”  Arthur started shaking Vivi.  “Hey, hey, Vivi.  Wake up. Something crazy.  And ghosty.  And maybe cursy.  And I think you’ll need to drive today.”  He picked up one of the Deadbeats.  “Why are you not scaring me?”

Vivi groaned.  “Five more minutes.”

“You are literally covered in ghosts,” Arthur said as he attached his prosthetic.

Vivi almost immediately shot up.  “Oh my gosh! They’re so cute!”  She started scratching one on the top of its head.  “Yes, you are, yes you are.”  She paused.  “Hey, where are we?”

“Haunted house,” replied Arthur.

Vivi blinked.  “Huh.  Why don’t I remember that?”

“Ghost guy said…” Arthur paused and looked around.  “Actually, where is he?”  One of the ghosts popped up holding a pretty blue heart with orange filigree all over it.  “Huh. Why does that seem familiar?”

“Hm…”  Vivi picked up the heart.  “Why is the color-”

Vivi was interrupted when purple fire shot out of the heart and formed a familiar ghost.  Well, familiar to Arthur anyway.  “Hey, ghost guy.”

Lewis blinked.  “Uh, hey.”

“Whoa!  You look so cool!” crowed Vivi.

Lewis blushed a little.  “R-really?”

“Yeah, the suit, and the skull, and the fire, it’s awesome!” said Vivi.  She frowned.  “Uh, did you do something to our memories?”

Lewis quickly held his hands up.  “Not on purpose!  I tried to introduce myself, but whenever I said my name, you passed out and forgot stuff!”

Vivi frowned.  “Maybe it’s a safeguard?  Knowing someone’s true name can give you power over them…”

“But I really wanted to tell you my name!” protested Lewis.

“And we appreciate that, but given the side effects, you probably shouldn’t,” mused Vivi.

“And-and there was that other thing,” said Lewis.  “See?” Lewis put his glamour back on.  “This is supposed to be what I looked like when I was alive, and that’s what I see when I look in the mirror, but Artie said that’s not what I look like!”

Both humans winced. “Oof, yeah, that’s not a human face,” agreed Vivi.  “Could you…” Lewis dropped the glamour.  “Thanks.  Okay, that makes less sense.  Glamours are specifically for blending in.”  Vivi hummed in thought for several moments.  “This could take a while to figure out…But we need to get to Techno Con.”

Lewis blinked.  “Techno Con?”

“I’ve got a booth there to show off my prosthetics,” explained Arthur.  “And I’m hoping to pick up a few new things myself.”

“Oh, congratulations,” said Lewis as an idea started to occur to him.  “But…Maybe…If it’s a not a problem, I could go with you.  Then you’d have plenty of time to figure out what’s wrong.”

Arthur’s mouth fell open in shock and nervousness.  Vivi thought a moment.  “That’s a tempting offer, but I have some concerns.”  She pointed at Arthur.  “Firstly, Arthur has to agree.”

Lewis nodded.  “Of course.”

“Secondly, how do we know you won’t try to kill us or drain our energy?” pointed out Vivi.

“I could’ve done that while you were sleeping,” pointed out Lewis.  He paused.  “Not that I would!”

“Hm…”  Vivi nodded.  “Good point.  Secondly, why would you want to come with us?  Most ghosts are tethered to a place.”

Lewis winced.  “I didn’t want to stay there.”

Vivi winced.  “Ah.  Sorry.”

“And…I was lonely,” admitted Lewis.  “I don’t want to be alone.”

“What about these guys?” asked Arthur, holding up a chirping Deadbeat.

“The Deadbeats are more like cats.  I can talk to them, but they don’t give me a response,” explained Lewis.  “They are my friends, and they helped me stay sane, but I missed being able to talk to people.”  Especially these people.

“Bit of an unusual motive, but I can believe it,” commented Vivi.  “But why us, haven’t you run into other people before?”

“I’ve only been dead for a few months.”  At least Lewis thought it was months.  He hadn’t been able to keep track of time during his trek to civilization.  “And I kind of died in the middle of nowhere, and it turns out it can take a while to find a road if you don’t have a map or compass.”

“I think I saw an episode of Mythbusters about that,” commented Arthur.

Vivi nodded.  “Okay, you want friends, but if you haven’t been dead that long, wouldn’t it make more sense to return home where your friends and family are?  Or are you worried about how they’ll react?” she asked.

“Oh, I actually was on my way home,” said Lewis.  “I just ran into you first, and I figured I could hitch a ride with you since I’m from Tempo too.”

“How do you know we’re from Tempo?” asked Arthur.

“You guys are kind of infamous.  I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone in town knew who you were,” explained Lewis.

“True, random strangers will walk up to me and ask me tips about ghosts and stuff,” agreed Vivi. “What about you?  Any chance we’ve ever met before.”

Lewis perked up. “Yeah!  I was a chef at Pepper Paradiso!”

Arthur frowned. “Pepper Paradiso’s a restaurant?” he asked in confusion.

“Yeah, it serves pretty spicy food so you wouldn’t like it,” said Vivi.  It was why she’d never taken him there for a date.

“Huh?  You’ve both been there plenty of times though,” said Lewis.

“Nah, I can’t stand spicy food,” said Arthur.  “If it’s mostly spicy stuff I’d avoid it.”

Oh, this was so much worse than Lewis had thought.  “A-And we went to the same high school!”

“Were we in the same grade?” asked Arthur.

“Uh, I was in the grade below you,” said Lewis.

“Then you might be in some of our yearbooks,” reasoned Arthur.  “Of course we don’t exactly carry those around.”

“Ugh, yeah, and it’s probably been long enough that you can’t look at it online,” muttered Lewis. “I went to Tome Tomb all the time…Why don’t either of you remember me…” Lewis finished sadly.

“Well, in one’s day-to-day life you don’t remember every single person you run into,” pointed out Arthur.

“I’m seven feet tall though!” shouted Lewis, getting frustrated.  “I stood out like a sore thumb!”

“Okay, yeah, that’d be pretty memorable,” agreed Arthur.  “You’d think we’d remember someone like that.”

“Hm…You know, I don’t remember anyone talking about a chef at Pepper Paradiso going missing,” mused Vivi.  “I wonder if any memories were erased from everyone’s minds.”

The thought was so horrifying that Lewis could just stare at them in horror.

“Whoa, that’s a bit of a big leap!” pointed out Arthur.  “I mean it’s weird neither of us have heard about a local giant, but we might just be clueless. Heck, maybe we could call home and ask while we’re traveling.”

“True,” agreed Vivi. “Although even if that’s wrong, I’d like to help this guy.  Something really odd is going on with him.”

Arthur bit his lip and studied the nervous looking Lewis.  He weighed the pros and cons.  He sighed.  “If you can’t disguise yourself, you can’t really go out in public.  You okay with that?”

“Well, I could turn invisible,” pointed out Lewis, doing so for a moment to prove that was a thing he could do.  “If I didn’t let other people know I was around, would that be all right?”

Arthur thought for a moment before sighing.  “As long as you let us know where you are, yeah.”

Vivi gave Arthur a startled look, not expecting him to support this.  Still, if he was okay with it, she wasn’t gonna give up this opportunity to get a ghost teammate who would maybe help them out on investigations and let her study him a bit.  “Okay, so if you and your Deadbeats (Heh, funny name.) agree to behave and stay out of sight, you can travel with us until we got back to Tempo.  Deal?”

“When will you be going back to Tempo?” asked Lewis.

“Well, we have like 8 days funds, but depending on if we earn anything we might travel around a bit longer,” explained Arthur.

Lewis was familiar with this traveling plan, so he nodded.  “It’s a deal.”

“Great!  Now we should probably head out,” said Vivi.  “We don’t want to fall too far behind in our plans.”

Lewis nodded.  “Sure thing.”  He then proceeded to collapse the entire house into fire and absorb it into his anchor.  He paused as he saw the other three staring at him in shock.  “Uh, did I forget to mention I could do that?”

“Yes,” squeaked Arthur.

“Oops.”  Lewis chuckled nervously.  “Well, yeah, I can make houses.  And other stuff.”  He coughed nervously somehow.  “So, that’s your van, right?  I’ll just go settle into the back.”  He zoomed off.

Arthur turned to Vivi. “I feel like we might’ve bitten off more than we can chew.”

Vivi shrugged.  “Well, nothing we can do now.  Wanna go grab some waffles?”

“Hm…I’d rather just have some yogurt and fruit.  Not that hungry,” said Arthur as they walked back to the van.

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The celly queen is staying with the beauts!!!!!! So proud of you cursi!!!!