#ハルエル

“I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart for so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.” 

“I used to believe in forever, but forever’s too good to be true” 

“I don’t feel very much like Pooh today,“ said Pooh. “There there,” said Piglet. “I’ll bring you tea and honey until you do.” 

“I wonder what Piglet is doing,” thought Pooh. “I wish I were there to be doing it, too.” 

“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.” 

“We’ll be friends forever, won’t we, Pooh?” asked Piglet. “Even longer,” Pooh answered.

“If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together… there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart… I’ll always be with you.” 

“Forever isn’t long at all, Christopher, as long as I’m with you.” 

Hey, Guren, can you hear me?

Happy A/Z Saturday!

First Doujin: Zero Distance

Wh-what kind of trial is this?, Slaine thought under Inaho’s blatant stare. “Aren’t you a little too close?” he asked.

Inaho replied, “That’s because I only have an eye, thanks to you. If I want to see clearly, it has to be in this kind of distance.” (LMFAO)

Slaine couldn’t say anything. 

Inaho Kaizuka randomly wants to look at me, he thought. I think it’s just a thing that came from a spur of moment at first, but hasn’t it been a kind of habit right now? 

But this act has become even more abnormal. 

“Lift your head,” Inaho told Slaine. “Such a pretty color. It looks like an ancient treasure’s glass marble.” 

“Did you know about cracked marble?” Inaho asked. “It’s a glass marble with cracks inside. They reflect light. It looks very beautiful. If you make a slight mistake in the creation process, it will split in an instant. It’s a really delicate thing.” Inaho whispered, “With countless scars on your white skin, looking at you remind me of it. Really, spitting image.” 

Slaine twitched at those words, his breath hitched.

“Are you out of your mind?” he asked, but in his mind, he noticed something else altogether. His breath, it’s hot.

“Perhaps,” Inaho said. “I’m aware of that, myself. I knew from an examination report what kind of treatment you had.”

Slaine replied, “The grief and violation aside, I understand why those people did that.”

Inaho frowned. “Don’t say that.”

“If possible, I didn’t want to understand either.” Slaine smiled hollowly. “It’s your fault. It’s because you looked at me with such eyes.” He shifted his eyes away from Inaho and said, “I surely don’t have any right to choose. I’m the same as dead now. I no longer have purpose or anything as such.”

Inaho was still looking at Slaine.

“It’ll be good to just go along with the flow.”

“Fuh,” the sound of Inaho blowing breath to Slaine’s ear.

The latter jumped with a little shriek, resulting in heavy blush. Slaine covered his ear vehemently, glaring at Inaho. “Wh-“

Inaho seemed unfazed. “Weak ears, huh?”

“Wh- wh- what are you doing….??”

“That was an amazing reaction,” Inaho said, who instead smiled. It’s almost mocking. “You’re heavily blushing. Regretfully, there’s a restriction against touching you here. I’m pushing my limit just to look at you in the distance I did before.”

Slaine was rendered speechless.

“At least for now,” Inaho added.

“Eh?”

“This is the true reason of my visit,” Inaho said, taking out a piece of paper. A document. “Your release has been decided. Before long, you’ll be out of here and live with me. Also, restrictions that you have now will be considerably cancelled. Exciting, isn’t it?”

Inaho told those to bewildered Slaine.

“In the other hand, I’m feeling a little regretful to part here. I actually like looking at you in this kind of place.”

(Was that a little blush on top of Inaho’s nose.)

Inaho walked outside of the room, leaving Slaine to himself. “I’ll come again,” he told Slaine as he closed the cell door.

Getting out of here? Slaine still felt shaken with that reveal. What to think...

His hand grabbed the fabric of his shirt, trembling.

I’m scared, he thought. Inaho Kaizuka is frightening. Why would he be concerned by me? He’ll be better off separating himself with this kind of ghost.

Slaine’s eyes looked tired at first. To feel the warmth from other, that much close… It’s been so long, he ended up thinking. Did Slaine realize how he was blushing just by thinking of them?

-

“Here you go, a present,” Inaho said blandly while pressed it against Slaine’s cheek. “You said you wanted a pen, right?”

Slaine made a what-the-hell face under that treatment. “Just give it to me normally,” he said when Inaho hadn’t stopped nudging the pen against his cheek. “Didn’t you say that there’s a restriction against touching.”

“I am not touching your skin directly,” Inaho said. “It shouldn’t be a breach of rules…”

He moved the pen to touch against Slaine’s lips. “How soft,” he commented with a smirk, sliding the pen to Slaine’s ear.

Slaine muffled his voice, but he released his breath as the pen traveled to the side of his neck. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from it either.

He was shaken when Inaho told him, “Open your mouth,” but he did as he was told. “Show me your tongue,” Inaho told him again. Trembling, Slaine did, breathing heavier than before.

I don’t have any rights to refuse, Slaine thought to himself.

Did he not realize the blush, the heavy breath, and the way his eyes looked at the pen? Inaho eyed him intently before suddenly nudging the upper lips to open wider. “Stay like that,” he told Slaine, leaning in.

“U…” Slaine voiced a surprise as Inaho darted out his tongue. Starting by licking the pen, Inaho began kissing the one thing that kept their lips apart from each other. Slaine panted heavier than before while that pen was still pressed against his tongue and lip. He began tearing up when he couldn’t hold back the saliva dripping, and the heat in his body had pooled somewhere else, because he was fidgeting against the hem of his clothes, trying to cover his groin. His legs trembled and twitched, when finally Inaho removed himself, leaving a string of saliva on the pen.

“You’re salivating a lot,” Inaho said, licking his lips. “Just like a dog.”

Slaine could only look at him with his breath that hadn’t calmed down yet.

“The pen is dripping wet,” Inaho said, then moved it to Slaine’s chest. It was the spot where his nipple was, Slaine’s breath hitched as Inaho twirled the pen there.

“Ah… Hick!”

Slaine kept moaning involuntarily under Inaho’s ministrations, his legs closed up to cover his lap. He kept fidgeting.

It didn’t escape Inaho’s gaze. “Open your legs,” Inaho said. “Lift your clothes and show me.”

Slaine only made a small cry as he complied, revealing his scarred torso and the bulge on his pants. Inaho crouched down.

“You’re hard, are you feeling good?”

“…..such a pervert,” Slaine said, covering his eyes.

“Isn’t that you,” Inaho said, to which Slaine could only murmur that he’d like to kill Inaho. “Oh well, indeed this is my fault,” Inaho said, before touching Slaine’s arousal with the pen. “I apologize. It’ll be good if you can release this,” he said, sliding up the pen that elicited huge moan on Slaine. He continued twirling the pen, and there was a leak of pre staining the fabric.

Slaine kept murmuring, “No… I can’t…” between his moans. When his legs stretched wider involuntarily, Inaho made rougher movements with the pen. “Hi… Huwa…”

“Feeling good?” Inaho leaned towards Slaine again. Slaine only moaned though, as if he couldn’t hear Inaho. Then Inaho moved close. “Hey, Slaine Troyard,” he called Slaine’s name.

Slaine’s body pulsated wildly, he suddenly couldn’t speak and his legs closed before he knew it. His whole body twitched heavily as he came.

“Hn… N… U…” Slaine teared up, the wave of pleasure still washed over his body under Inaho’s gaze. Both didn’t speak for a while, Slaine more due to the pants he couldn’t calm down.

“So you came when I called your name,” Inaho commented, which caused Slaine to blush all over. “I’m going to toilet.”

“Hey….”

Inaho sighed. “We’re done for today. My hand moved carelessly.”

“HEY!!” Slaine yelled, and Inaho turned around to face him. “What exactly are you trying to do…?” Slaine said, exhausted and confused.

“I simply want you to take part in something,” Inaho replied.

Slaine looked at him, bewildered.

“I’ve become more twisted,” Inaho said, “I don’t want anyone to be dragged into it.”

Slaine couldn’t react.

“Anyone other than you,” Inaho added.

“…Is it revenge?”

“It’s not,” Inaho replied readily. “It’s something out of self interest.”

“…interest?” Slaine asked.

“So you didn’t notice by yourself…? Oh well, there’s that.”

Slaine didn’t reply to that.

“For me, it no longer can be anyone but you,” he said cryptically. “I’m leaving you with the right to choose. Think it over.”

With that, Inaho disappeared from the cell.

Choosing… Slaine mused. Since the beginning, there’s nothing like that.

His arm grazed his lap, and he remembered what just happened in an instant. He curled up. I want to die… he thought.

-

“This is an item sent by Sublieutenant Kaizuka,” Slaine heard. His face paled. “He said he forgot to pass this up. Use it with care.”

“Thank you… very much…” Slaine said. When the officer turned around, blush soon dyed his skin. I can’t seem to wish to use it by any means now…

Slaine sat on the bed while staring at the pen. What was he thinking, really? The more I know him, the more I can’t understand what he’s thinking.

Lying down with the pen still on his hands, he recalled, My name… It’s been so long since anyone called it.

Perhaps there won’t be anyone who calls my name besides myself, other than him.

…Touching me, too…

Slaine kissed the pen.

… After getting out of here, what would he do to me…? He thought, rolling himself to the side. His tongue darted out to lick the pen, and his hand already slipped into his trouser.

How would he touch me directly? How would it feel, the touch of his palm. The heat.

“You might have messed me up already,” he murmured. “Inaho Kaizuka…”

-

Inaho put on the earphone. There’s almost no signal. The noise is too loud. Can’t be helped since it’s small.

Attachment. Dependence. Bound.

What is this feeling?

“As I thought, he wasn’t as against this either.”

I think this is not a feeling that’s as pretty as love.

Even for a little, think of me when I’m not around.

Inaho smiled.

And then, before long—

“Nao, sorry to make you wait!”

His sister’s voice snapped him back.

“I’m sorry that we go home late,” Yuki said.

“It’s okay,” Inaho replied. “I have some free time too.”

Yuki noticed the earset. “Oh, how rare. What are you listening to?”

“…The sound of seagulls.”

“Bird?” Yuki asked at the calm reply. “Is there any effect from hearing that?”

Inaho smiled. “I wonder.”

“How about dinner right after we get back? I missed out lunch,” Yuki said.

“Sounds good,” Inaho replied.

Sorry, Yuki-nee.

Sorry, Seylum-san.

His mind recalled Seylum’s words: [Please release Slaine Troyard from his chain of sorrow.]

I surely can give him happiness. But at the same time, it’s also surely his sorrow.

From the static noise of his earphone, Inaho could hear his name being murmured.

“In that case, at least... it’ll be good if I become his last sorrow.”

--- end ---

TL: Only the first doujin yo. I’ll probably translate the second one if I have time. SERIOUSLY I’M IN LOVE WITH EPILOGUE STORIES THOUGH, KTHXBYE.

Haha totally XD

Seiyuu Relationships | Animes where seiyuus work together

★ Kimura Ryohei & Osaka Ryota ★

[Their ‘Mysterious Relationship’]

Kabedon

Pick him up bridal style

Playing catch

Good Boy~

– 1) Kimura Ryouhei tweet at August 7, 2015 - several days before Haikyuu!! Event and new cast announcement. 2) Kimura Ryouhei tweet at December, 2015 - after Haikyuu!! ep 10/11 came out. 3) Haikyuu!! Radio; Guest: Ohsaka Ryouta - I forgot which episode. 4) Ohsaka Ryouta cast comment on Haikyuu!! Official website. 5) Banpure Lab -_-” –

just imagine 

Guren x Shinya Imaginary H-scene [bishounenpalace’s edit]. WARNING: YAOI/ R18/ NSFW/ HIGH EXPLICIT CONTENT. THIS AUDIO IS TOTALLY FANMADE. PLEASE DON’T RE-UPLOAD THIS AUDIO ANYWHERE.

◆ newtmas week ◆ day three: cast 

Recently I’ve been working 10 hours per day so there will be a hiatus for a few weeks now. I’ll use this chance to post some images. I’ll upload them all as an album after I do more research.

The top one is from Saito’s new book. The bottom two I remembered yesterday, they were somewhere deep in my Aldnoah folder and reverse image search gives me nothing. I’m pretty sure a western fan bought the book and posted photos, but they got deleted since this was ages ago and an archive died. If you have any other pictures please tell me!

Seriously people, find something better to do. Steven Universe is cool, but don’t dedicate hours of your life to analyzing a TV show. Just enjoy the show. At this point you’ve probably thought more about it than the creators.

But if you’re writing a Herman Melville length fanfiction, or painting a Vermeer quality fanart, you might want to consider putting that time and energy into something that’s completely yours.

And like I said; writing a paragraph or two I can see. That would be like writing down some character notes that you may want to utilize for your own project at some point in time. But a thesis? That I see as excessive. And yeah, I stopped reading the essays a looong time ago. (They still find a way to make it onto my dash though, hahah.)

Here’s the thing I came to sheepishly realize: fan works have a value that you can’t monetize. People who make fan works are, by and large, participating in a community. With fan works, they’re having conversations, both with each other and with the work. They’re giving themselves and each other what they want, which is more of that, please. In many cases, they’re critically engaging with the original work and not just deriving, but transforming it in ways the creator never intended - or even thought of. Gatekeeping isn’t nearly so successful with fan works, so marginalized and unrepresented voices get a chance to make room for themselves without being told, “Sorry, but works about [X] just don’t sell.”

Making original work has its benefits, but it is a very different thing from fandom, and some people are just not interested in making original works. They’re interested in the community and conversations they get from participating in fandom, and getting more of the thing they’re a fan of. Community is not a waste of time.

If you’d like to find out more about what drives people to create fan works, I suggest you read this piece by Tor editor Teresa Nielsen-Hayden.

Finally: as one creator of original content to another, I must gently remind you that it behooves you to stop looking down your nose at fandom, at least in public. Those fans who are willing to write hundreds of thousands of words of fiction or meta about what you make are a sign of your success. People falling so in love with your work that they’re willing to devote a considerable portion of their free time to engaging with it and talking about it with others are a blessing. They deserve to be appreciated for their work in making your stuff a talked-about thing.

so in this new system, stories as intellectual property, as inventions, if you think it up, you get first dibs on making money off it, and no one else can copy you for awhile. of course, i want to point out that since the start of the 20th century, corporate interests have been pushing for longer and longer copyright terms. spans? anyway, a lot of disney’s works should be public domain now, that is, derivative works wouldn’t be fanfic but considered ‘original’ and worthy of ‘publishing’, under the original terms of their copyright, but disney the corporation has been up to some serious shit over the years to make sure they’re the only guys around that can keep telling the stories they own. stories— fairytales and legends— that were originally in the public domain.

and then corporations buy and sell these usage rights. the original teams that are brought in to write these stories for them— after the show’s canceled, that’s it, even those guys can’t write the ‘official’ story anymore. motorcity is done. firefly is done. the rights to these stories are held by people other than the guys who wrote them. people other than the writers get to decide what counts and what doesn’t. and we all know a lot of movies and shows have corporate interests that pressure the writers to keep things safe, and stay in familiar territory, drawing on the same themes and plots as proved popular in the past. hollywood’s the ultimate derivative work.