Ruki: I’m reading every single one of your birthday messages one by one. thank you so much for the many feelings you guys are giving me. Ruki: this year again I want to focus and work even harder to deliver exciting things to all of you! this year will already be the GazettE’s 15th anniversary. from now on I’ll be waiting for lots of fun things. let’s all make this an amazing year. Ruki: also, I was finally able to announce 『NIL DUE / NIL UN TOKYO』and I’ve been very particular about not only the music and images or the CD jackets but also all the things I am putting out including the website and LIVE GOODS. Ruki: I’ve been thinking about it for a very long time, through the production of all kinds of things at some other point I decided to start NIL DUE / NIL UN TOKYO as a place that would allow me to bring out all those items and things that I personally find really cool, things that I couldn’t quite display within the scope of LIVE GOODS only. Ruki: I hope I can make this even more fantastic and add a touch of beauty to it with the music that I’ll be making myself. we will definitely be producing nice things so stay tuned! 🙆 Ruki: P.S. it took us about half a year but yesterday we finally finished the mixing of the ballad best-of re-recording. Ruki: looking back on all sort of things, I’m truly happy that I now have a place where I can express what’s on my mind and I wanna keep nourishing and cherishing this. I won’t let anyone take this away from me and it was a birthday that made me think, once again, that I wanna make lots of things that you guys will love for many many years to come 🤗 Aoi: he has something he wants to do. he has a place where he can express it. I want him to enjoy this blessed environment and to bring out his talents to the full. ah, I’m having Yakiniku*！＼＼\└(‚ω‘)┘//／／ *Yakiniku means grilled meat/BBQ
Ruki: the Yoyogi performance on March 10, the day when we’ll be opening our 15th anniversary year, is SOLD OUT, thank you all so much. I’m running out of words to say how grateful I am but I’m sure it’ll be a LIVE that’ll allow us to show our gratitude to all the many fans who have supported us for the past 15 years, so please look forward to it, you’re gonna love it! 🇯🇵 Ruki: also, we suddenly decided on a couple of additional shows. we thought, it would be good to add some extra dates, both for the many fans who can’t come to Yoyogi and also cause there were a lot of songs that didn’t make it on the setlist for Yoyogi. do come ! ! Ruki: nevertheless, this is only the beginning of the GazettE’s 15th anniversary, only a small part of it, so it’d be better to expect even more to come. we will give you an amazing year with all our gratitude 🙆 Ruki: the image quality of my icon just turns out crappy, no matter what I do. I have no idea why.
Can I request a scenario where all 13 boys discovering that their lover was a singer (of their favourite genre of music) by going to a concert without knowing their longer was going to perform?
[Mun] マリ: Dude, it’s like you read my mind! I’ve been thinking about a prompt like this for so long. I’m (unfortunately) going to have to divide it up though, otherwise the post will become way too long and I take only one family per request (for obvs reasons… look how long this is omg). Feel free to request the other families separately so that I don’t forget. Hope you like it! 💕
Also, please consider listening to the songs/watching the video I imagined for these prompts! They’re super rad.
Ruki || Frank Sinatra - Fly Me to the Moon Ruki curiously wandered into a local pub late at night, drawn in by the sound of jazzy music that could be perceived from almost a block away; trumpets, soft drums and bass, accompanied by a clear and almost angelic voice pitched slightly louder than the music. Upon walking in, to his pleasant surprise, Ruki found his lover standing on the stage, eyes closed, swaying gently behind an old-fashioned microphone as she sung Frank Sinatra’s Fly Me to the Moon with every ounce of feeling and sensuality that she could possibly muster. She wore an elegant babydoll dress, its wide sleeves drifting on the air with her every move. It took her a while to notice Ruki, who leaned against the bar with a glass of red wine in hand and a cocky smile on his face, and her voice wobbled a little when she did, but she quickly regained herself and finished the song without missing a beat. After exiting the stage, she felt a hand gently pressing against the curve of her back, followed by a soft kiss to the cheek as she turned around to meet Ruki’s gaze. “Forgive me for overlooking these talents of yours,” he whispered, overcome with admiration as he held her firmly by her waist and pressed his lips tenderly to hers. “You have an astonishing voice, one that I would like to keep only to myself… I reckon I can make you even sing more beautifully when I take you home with me…”
Yuma || Blues Saraceno - The River The cafe was extremely crowded; Yuma wat sat at the bar, quietly sipping a pint of Guiness as overheard snippets of conversations of the people around him. Suddenly, he felt a drum beat echoing through his body, followed by acoustic chords and a sweet voice that made everyone fall silent and turn around instantly. O my lord, take this soul, lay me at the bottom of the river… Leaning on the bar with a hand on his chin, Yuma tilted his head to face the stage on the other side of the room, and was greeted by his lover looking him dead in the eye as she sang almost too innocently. He had to blink a few times to make sure it was actually her, and frowned at her when she smirked in return, fully aware of the way she was enticing him with the look in her eyes and the subtle swaying of her hips. The devil has come to carry me home, lay me at the bottom… Yuma watched hungrily, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt and biting his lip as he watched his lover throw her head back while the heavy sound of the electric guitars kicked in, tracing her exposed neck with those nimble hands of hers. He promptly stood up, making his way through the sea of people towards the back of the cafe, where he practically dragged his lover off the stage when she had finished her set, angrily pushing her against the wall in a dark corner of the backstage area. He lifted her up and allowed her to wrap her legs around his waist, pushing his body as close to her as possible. “What the fuck do ya think you’re doing, Sow?” he growled, scowling at the satisfied look on her face. “Ya might be hot as hell when you’re moving about like that, but that doesn’t mean you should do it before all those guys, fuck…”
Kou || BTS - FIRE (click here for the dance cover I had in mind) The vampire stood backstage, a towel draped over his shoulders to catch his sweat, talking to his manager about the set he’d just finished with his idol group while the crew prepared the stage for the next act to perform. When they were all done, a group of girls dressed in pink-ish satin sportswear excitedly ran towards the stage with microphones in hand, one of whom deviously kissed his cheek as she passed him. Kou had not really been paying attention, and so he turned around to look at the girl. He was suddenly met with his lover’s eyes glancing back at him, winking as she made her way up the stairs while the music started building up in the background. Before Kou could call out her name in disbelief, he heard one of the girls yell bultaoreune! before the four of them broke out into dynamic, synchronised dancing, moving expertly to the strong beat of hip-hop. The manager nudged Kou’s shoulder. “Is that your…” he asked him tentatively. “Uh-huh…” Kou replied as he watched the girls, and particularly his girl, expertly moving about and singing at the same time. He was left flabbergasted, his mouth slightly agape. How had he never heard or seen her sing and dance around the house before if she did it that well? They performed a couple more well-known Korean pop songs before leaving the stage to a standing ovation from the crowd. Kou’s lover proudly trotted towards him, and he took the opportunity to pull her against his body, blatantly kissing her in front of the crew and the other performers. “My, my, M-Nekochan!” he chuckled. “The fact that you dance so well… you can bet your sweet little ass that you’re going to dance some more for me in private tonight.”
Azusa || AWOLNATION - Like People, Like Plastic It was late at night and Azusa was on his way home with bags of groceries for the rest of the week. It was about a ten minute walk from the Mukami property to the nearest convenience store, which left Azusa no excuse but to go by foot. He turned a corner and he had nearly reached the town square when he heard a soft, familiar female voice singing. As curious as he was, he walked onto the square and neared the small crowd of people tapping their feet, clapping and bobbing their heads, some even singing along, as they stood around the presumed street artist. I stand alone and curse at the sky, I stand alone beside you… Upon coming closer, Azusa recognised the girl as his lover. Why was she standing there? She wasn’t standing there for people to throw some coins in her hat, was she? He joined the crowd and admired her with the others, not knowing exactly why she was there, but glad that she was; a shiver ran down his spine as she belted out perfectly clear note after note. I’ve never felt so alone in my life, baby, I stand alone beside you… The people clapped loudly and praised her when she wrapped up the song, to which she bowed humbly, and slowly started walking away. Eventually, it was just the two of them left, and she smiled shyly at Azusa before he took her into his arms, her guitar still hanging on her back, and planted a tender kiss on her forehead. “That was… very good…” he whispered. “I like it… keep on singing… but only for me…”
Ichiruki. Angst. Post-TYBW, before 686. Canon-compliant in the worst way. Consider yourselves warned for ichi//hime and implied ren//ruki. Also, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it ishihime. Thanks to @leohzy and @hashtagartistlife for the read-through. ~2100 words.
I can’t find you in the body sleeping next to me/what happened to the soul you used to be
Fall rushes in on the cold wings of a storm that strips the leaves off the trees and tosses them into soggy piles up against doorways and into the gutters. Ichigo scuffs his feet through the piles on his twice daily walk between the campus and the apartment complex where he lives. It rains in icy gusts that chill him to the bones and make him hunch his shoulders and turn up the collar on his jacket. He walks, hands stuffed into his pockets and head down, earbuds pushed into his ears to discourage any friendly overtures that aren’t already put off by the scowl that darkens his brow and twists his mouth.
Kurosaki Ichigo, substitute Shinigami no more, is twenty-one years old, ginger-haired, and outwardly, completely happy with his life. He’s got a job and an apartment, he’s got papers to write and exams to study for and a girlfriend to dote on, who dotes on him in return, but there’s something missing. Ichigo has never been the kind of person that spends a lot of time on self-examination, but he is intimately familiar with the shape of the thing that is missing – it is a little under five feet tall, possessing eyes the colour of a twilight sky and is the reason he used to get up in the morning.
Ichigo turns off the sidewalk, and heads into the apartment complex, where his flat waits, dark and cold, to welcome him home. He toes his shoes off at the door, and drops his bag and his keys on the floor next to them. The rain falls in sheets against the windows, and Ichigo flips the blinds closed, preferring not to look out at the sodden city. He hates the rainy season.
He pads through his flat, opens the fridge, decides there’s nothing of worth inside it, closes the fridge, and stands, aimlessly, in the middle of his dark kitchen. He should eat. He should study. He should call Inoue. He should - do a lot of things. Instead, he stands, shoulders slowly hunching forward, in the middle of his kitchen, until the ringing of his phone shatters the silence.
Ichigo startles, and then flings himself towards the entryway and his bag. He fishes his phone out and accepts the call without looking.
“Yo,” he says, and there’s a startled inhale on the other end of the line.