master-of-his-craft

In 1985, a young designer came to my store seeking guidance. He had incredible talent and electric ambition, so I took him under my wing. I let him design and produce his own t-shirts in my store and sell them to the various entertainers that would come to shop with me. After mastering his craft, he went on to open his own store in Harlem, design the Bad Boy Entertainment logo for @diddy, and create a huge movement with his own line called #Ferg54. That movement also changed lives by creating lots of jobs for people in our communities. Years later, his son, @asapferg, is one of the biggest names in hip hop and I could not be more proud.

Midnight Tales

Pairings: David 8 x Reader
Words: 640
Warnings: None, it’s pure fluff
Summary: David finds himself confused while reading one of the books the reader borrowed him. He wants to clarify some things.
A/N: Me posting new stories earlier than expected? Can’t be! I had a blast writing this part so I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as the first one! (Repost, tumblr is being an ass again)
Thank you @delightfulsepsis for requesting the next chapter

Originally posted by dailyaliens

“Y/N?” David’s soft voice woke me up. He was kneeling by my bed with an apologetic smile on his face.

I sat up and wiped the rest of sleep off my eyes. I glanced at the alarm clock and frowned a bit. If it wasn’t for his smiling face I would begin to worry. After all, David shouldn’t be waking me up in the middle of the night.

“What’s wrong?” I asked yawning, I couldn’t bring myself to be angry at him. There was a spark of curiosity in his eyes, even bigger and more noticeable than usual. Just another thing that the rest of the crew wouldn’t focus on.

“Nothing,” he answered and handed me a book that he borrowed a while ago, “I just wanted to clarify a few things.”

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Submission

I don’t even know who to blame for this one, sorry…  In response to the fanboy Kakashi anon:

Kakashi doesn’t think he compares to Jiraiya-sama, not in the least. The man has a truly enviable grasp on subtle turn of phrase and the greatest eye for folds and drapes that hint in ways even more erotic than showing. Jiryaiya-sama is a master of his craft, let no one dare deny it.

(Else Kakashi will fight you. In the face.)

The thing is, though, that Jiraiya-sama is gleefully, viciously, irrevocably straight. (Or, if you’re truly a connoisseur of his works and a bit of a genius gifted in looking beneath-the-beneath, tragically, desperately, and obliviously closeted.) And while Kakashi is and always will be ever so fond of the way Machiko-chan tilts her head just so when Seichiro-sama nibbles just there, Kakashi just can’t help but think that the whole third chapter of Violence #5 would have been greatly improved if Satoshi-kun had just kicked Seichiro’s feet out from under him and promptly shoved a hand down his hakama.

It’s nothing more than an idea for a while, an odd little brain-doodle of a what-if that bubbles up in the long stretches of boredom nobody tells you make up 85% of ANBU ops. ‘Would there have been a war,’ he wonders on day 5 of what ends up being an 18 day stakeout, if neither feudal lords felt the young prince had wronged their busty daughters? ‘Would Satoshi still have died tragically stepping in front of a poisoned needle meant for his dear childhood friend?’ he ponders once he’s lost and/or killed his tail and settled in for the 18 hour run back to Konoha. 'Could everyone have the happily ever after that never exists in real life?’ he contemplates over a bowl of high-calorie mush meant to prod his chakra coils into filling up faster.

“What about Machiko!” cries Ebisu, a berk of a chuunin made just tolerable by being a fellow enthusiast. “Where does her happy ending come in?” Kakashi thinks long and hard on that one for about 8 seconds.

“Clearly loyal, supple handmaiden Hana would sweetly ease her woes.”

The two men contemplate that for a blissful second, before Kakashi remembers that the chuunin currently possesses all the paperwork required to spring him from the prison Konoha calls a hospital.

It becomes kind of a thing a month later, when Kakashi is back in his least favorite place, damaged enough that there’s no escaping through the window. He’s trapped for the foreseeable future and granted no distractions but the pen and forms required for an after action report.

He doesn’t do the report. He’s got a reputation to live down to.

A week after that, paperwork-chuunin Inuzuka Hige runs him to ground in training ground 15, waving his not-report like a declaration of war. “If you leave this here I will gut you like a boar,” she roars and in fear for his balls, Kakashi turns out ten thousand words of slow, sweet, 'incredibly glad we both somehow survived’ hardcore yaoi fix-it in less than a day.

It becomes absolutely a thing after that. There are message boards in admin building basements where first his, then others’, hand-scribbled fiction is pinned up, and tiny post-its of praise are pinned up under it. It seems like the village had been waiting poised on an exhale for someone, anyone, to start the tide. Because then there is a flood, spanning volumes and series and worlds, scratched on anything from expensive calligraphy paper to the margins of a BBQ menu and distributed on an old clunker of a photocopier that in some accounting somewhere has been listed as both non-functional and disposed.

It becomes so much more than him.

Someone starts illustrating, and someone else starts coloring. And yet someone else starts writing fictional derivations of Kakashi’s own derivation and this, he thinks, is what it must feel like to be happy.

(One writer’s time-travelling, world-building epic is so goddamn astounding he finds himself first in line next to the photocopier exactly on time every Tuesday morning like clockwork to get his print.)

His nose isn’t always buried in Icha Icha any more, though you’d have to know him better than most do to even notice behind the lurid orange covers he tacks on everything. He’s still unflinchingly loyal to the classic originals but now his horizons have been blown wide open. There’s a new wave of pornography storming across the hidden continent and Kakashi has to stay at the forefront of it all to remain a big name in fan-writing. Viva la fucking revolution!

(Oh my Kentarou-kun, what could you and Takeshi-kun possibly do with those soft, smooth tentacles you’ve sprouted?  We should all find out.)

Requested by fourtyninekirbygamzeegirl: Can you do a Sherlock x fem! Reader where the reader is a psychologist and lives in the basement apartment. She walks in on Sherlock and Irene Adler and it gets awkward. Jealous and fluff, please?

(gif not mine but writing is)

The Woman who was no Lady

You lived in the basement of 221B Baker Street in London. After 6 months of living there, you had become friends with your neighbours who lived upstairs, consulting detective Sherlock Holmes, Dr John Watson and Mrs Hudson who owned the building. Sherlock Holmes’ abilities astounded and enthralled you, he was truly a master of his craft. Sometimes you liked to think that he also respected your work. You were a psychologist and you’d moved to London as your skills were needed there. Sometimes you felt that 221B needed you just as much, as the people who you lived with were all damaged in some way. But it was a two way street, you felt like you needed them just as much as they needed you.

You sat in your apartment reading a detective novel, one of your favourites genres at the moment. Then it dawned on you, some key information about a client the boys had in yesterday. You chuckled to yourself. It was right in front of Sherlock’s face but he didn’t see it. Placing the book on the table, you smooth down your long white dress which was covered in a floral print. Excitedly you walked up the stairs, they creaked with every step you took. You could hear Sherlock talking. Great that means that John is home too.

Opening the door you see the familiar dark curls and chiseled cheekbones of Sherlock sitting in his chair. “I was thinking about yesterdays client and something occurred to me…” Your words trailed off as a stranger turned around in John’s chair. It was a woman wearing a short black dress that left nothing to the imagination. Her face painted with red lipstick and thick mascara, her dark hair pinned up. You stared at her slightly in shock. You knew that clients did not sit in that chair. Who is she? Studying her again you whisper “dominatrix” a smile flickered on Sherlock’s face. You must have been correct. “Sorry Sherlock, I didn’t realise that you were with a client.” you said nonchalantly as you started to back into the doorway.
“Come in we were only chatting. Besides we need someone to make the cups of tea. I’m parched.” said the woman with a smirk on her face. Sherlock did not know if her last sentence was meant to be a joke or not.

“(Y/N) this is Miss Irene Adler. Irene this is Miss (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).” said Sherlock though he predominantly gazed at you.
“Pleasure to meet you Irene.” you say to her, smiling politely. Irene looked at you intensely and then back to Sherlock as if you weren’t even standing there.
“Oh Sherlock, I didn’t know that you had a mouse problem.” she said with a smirk on her face as her eyes darted to your direction. Her words took Sherlock by surprise and a look of confusion appeared on his face. She had only just met you but her words were cutting as if she was spitting them at you. Sherlock was about to interject in anger but there was a smile on your face that stopped him.
“It’s alright, I can come back later. I didn’t realise that you were busy.” you say politely. It was clear that Irene did not want you there for some unknown reason.
“Run along sweetheart.” she said, confirming your suspicions. Then something happened. Something that you least expected.

“No stay (Y/N). Please.” Sherlock said as he stared at you. Irene looks at him slightly in shock. Even you knew that it was rare for Sherlock to say the p word. You pulled a chair close to where they were sitting so the chairs would form a loose triangle. Your face looked strained as you sat down. Sherlock could tell that you were biting your tongue and trying your best to be polite.

“Well this is cosy.” Irene said sarcastically whilst leaning forward. As she spoke she placed a hand on Sherlock’s knee and it slowly crept up his thigh. Her plan was working until Sherlock kicked her hand away. His eyebrows furrowing into a frown. You sniggered a little as her plan didn’t work. There was a moment of awkward silence. You didn’t really know what to say.
“Not sure why you are friends with this one Sherlock. A girl like this boring and plain. I mean look at her. Doesn’t even know how to hold a conversation.” Irene said looking at Sherlock as if you weren’t even there. He stared at you with a pained expression. Clearly you must not be the only one holding your tongue.

“Friends… Ah yes that reminds me I must text John to let him know that you have more information on yesterday’s client (Y/N). He’ll want to get home quicker.” Sherlock said whilst texting on his mobile.
“I wouldn’t think it would be possible for her to have more information than you already know. When I see how your brilliant mind works.” Irene’s breathing became heavier as she spoke. “Well the things I would do to you. Sherlock you would be too breathless to speak.”
You raised your eyebrows in disbelief. This must be the weirdest and most awkward conversation you have ever witnessed with someone you had just met.

Suddenly your mobile vibrates silently notifying you of a new text message. You read it discreetly. ‘It’s OK let her have it. - SH’ A smile grew on your face which was mirrored by Sherlocks who has noticed your change in expression. He must of been texting you not John. Now that you had permission, this conversation was going to be fun. The conversation up til now had been in her control. Maybe the power should go to somebody else for a change.

“What is the deal with your dress (Y/N)? They look like curtains.” said Irene, it was obvious that she wanted you to argue back.
“Classic” you say in an unmoving voice.
“What is?” Irene asks with a confused look on her face. You promptly answer whilst staring at her directly in the eye.
“Classic. What you are wearing. The thick dark makeup on your eyes and the red lips. Specially designed to draw attention to them, instead of where you are lacking.”
“How dare you!” she exclaims but you keep on talking.
“Must have been easy for you to move out of your family home. Sad to see that Mummy and Daddy didn’t love you. Is that why you are wearing big girl clothes?”
Irene flinched. You had obviously struck a nerve.
“I knew from the second I saw you what your profession was and your conversation confirmed it. Though I never would have thought that you were into that kind of thing Sherlock.” you say whilst playfully shaking your head at him.
Looking at him you could see a massive grin on his face. Sherlock was enjoying this. You picking apart a woman he could not read and deduce.

“I don’t have to listen to any more of this. Are you really going to let her talk to me like that? Sherlock, I thought you’d be more careful who you choose as your friends!” Irene growls as she stood up. Sherlock also stood and signalled for you to aswell. She was now boxed in and unable to move.

Sherlock stood looking at her as he spoke, with anger in his eyes. “Irene you couldn’t be more wrong. (Y/N) is one of the most intelligent people that I have ever met. Which is evident from the way that she picked you apart. She is never boring or plain because she makes the most interesting and eloquent conversations. She is intelligent but does not let it rule her head. A fault that I have myself. Her dress is beautiful not only the colours but how the fabric hugs her body. She is perfect.” a look of shock and realisation is etched on his face as he looks at you.

Irene pushes past you and storms out of 221B, slamming the door behind her. Sherlock is stood like a statue, staring into your eyes. “She is perfect.” he repeats. A hint of red fills his cheeks. You could also feel yourself blushing.
“(Y/N) you are perfect.” Sherlock said smiling.

Theory: The Thirteen

This is a theory created by @steampunklegacy centering on The Thirteen and how their likenesses may have passed. 

According to the Bible TFWiki, the Thirteen were first mentioned in Transformers: The Ultimate Guide, and we’ve slowly been getting “nano-bits” of information about them ever since. Each member of the Thirteen, from the huge Leige Maximo to the first minicon, Micronus, were all bless by Primus with innate abilities. With these abilities, they were able to carry out the prime reason for their creation: defeat Primus’ “eternal arch-enemy”, Unicron. They continued to live on and create their own stories.

It hasn’t been explicitly described as being the case, but since the Thirteen are the very first Transformers, it can be inferred that they were then made the “blue-print” for all Cybertronian transformer life that would follow them. Imagine that Amalgamous, the “joker” of the Thirteen, but also the first Shifter, had been the sort of a finished prototype all his own, and had then been the “inspiration” for the abilities, attributes, and unique qualities of so many Cybertronians to be created after him… The easygoing (as TFWiki put it), the entertainers, the laidback, but also those who could go from fun loving to 100% crack-down serious in the flash of an optic.

If this is the case, that perhaps, we can guess just who had been the “blue-print” for some of the Cybertronians that we know and either love, like, don’t care for, or hate. Maybe it is not just the abilities of a Cybertronian, but also their personality that is inspired by one of the first Primes. Almost all the following is carried over from TF Wiki…

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So here we go… This is my “unHOLY SHIT!” project. Well, Part I, anyways ;D

So - first off, this is my costume of Papa Emeritus III. Made from the EXACT SAME MATERIALS as the real deal! The only things that aren’t exact is the gold fabric on the mitre, the frilly stuff on the white part of the mitre, and the purple lining.

It’s a complete blast to wear - I had my first outing in it last night at the Kansas City, September 30th ritual. Did meet and greet again… and holy shit, Papa and the Ghouls were wide-eyed and speechless again! The crew and merch people loved it, the blond british gal who works the merch table went BONKERS over the costume! “Oh, I really dig your costume!… Wait… Where did you get that fabric?? How the- how the hell did you know those details!!! Holy shit!” she proceeded to take photos of me, took close-ups, and said “I’m showing this to Papa, nice work!”

So after spending an hour or so stuck in the same place as everyone wants a photo (not complaining mind you, it was an awesome experience) it was time for the meet and greet. The guy who sends you in looked at me, leaned back and yelled to Papa “Oh, you’re gonna LOVE this guy!”

I met Papa at the bus after the ritual, what a hottie holy sHIT, and he signed my Papa dollar and looked me over and said “Nice work! I dig it. Keep it up.” JDFKLAJDFKL;AN HELP

And then I wake up to the OFFICIAL BAND INSTAGRAM posting a picture of me while I was doing my meet and greet - holy shit! HOLY SHIT. HELP. THIS IS AMAZING.

So credits due:
Scott Blake of Yordreem Creations, for doing this one-time-only custom commission of both the mask and the costume - total badass and master of his craft. To be clear, he does not sell these.

Sewcherry Onatopp Stitchwork, for drawing up the mitre design, and doing all the embroidery work.

Enjoy! If you wish to join the journey, I’ll be posting more to this tumblr (I suck at staying active), and I also post to my instagram, @notpapaemeritus.

Match Made In Manipulation...((Again, I am sorry for these awful titles lol))

((Soooo these are basically the same thing, right Soo I just combined them into one one shot. I have never written a full one shot for Petyr Baelish sooo I hope his character isn’t too…OOC. And I hope the anons who requested aren’t annoyed/angered that i didn’t write them seperate one shots.))

((Word Count: 1,808))

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if you’re gonna complain about touken development that’s fine be my guest but then at least be consistent in your critique of ishida’s handling of the overall story. like this dude’s writing has been an absolute rollercoaster (not in a good or fun way) for like three or four arcs now. his treatment of various characters and their individual developments have also been a mess, frankly since day 1 (although i had held on hope that it would change, it never did)

ex: i love touka and would die for her. she has received little development on-screen, if you will, when considering her obvious and contextual importance to the plot. her development happened, and it was great development as a character, but we didn’t really get to see it and for as important as she is, she does not get nearly enough spotlight. i felt the same way about hide, although i didn’t care for him as much bc it felt like he had even smaller of a role (despite a HUGE impact). he just sort of appeared when necessary and convenient. i can’t even begin to talk about the fucking shitshow that is mutsuki and frankly whatever the hell has happened to the quinx ever since shirazu died. what was done to eto was also a literal disgrace to writing after building up such a strong character.

what I’m saying is people are quick to point out ishida’s flaws in fleshing out development whenever it involves touka or touken. but will seemingly laud him as a master of his craft otherwise. it’s hypocritical and highly likely misogynistic in nature. anyway.

加州清光 Kashuu Kiyomitsu

“I’m Kashuu Kiyomitsu.The child from the downstream of a river, a child of the river bank I guess. I may be difficult to handle but my ability is excellent. I set no limits for welcoming anyone who would handle me lovingly and adorn me afterwards.“

Kashuu Kiyomitsu is forged in the Edo period, 17th century, and has the same name as his swordsmith (referred as Kiyomitsu here). Kiyomitsu was a master of his craft but was stricken with poverty during his lifetime, barely able to feed himself. He lived in the slums of the hijin(非人) by the river bank, who were part of the untouchable burakumin, an outcast group at the bottom of the Edo social order due to their "unclean” professions such as butchers, tanners and entertainers. These people suffer from severe discrimination and were hurdled into specific poor communities away from the rest of the society. The hijin were not allowed to work on rice fields so they lived by the river bank that was unsuitable for agriculture, thus they were also called people of the river bank(河原者). This is what Kashuu means when he calls himself a child of the river bank. He was born in the poorest and most oppressed part of Edo society, therefore he takes such great care in adorning himself and presents himself as a refined beauty so that his master would shower him with love and he would never have to be reminded of the poverty where he came from.

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anonymous asked:

Red&Toby: Since we R tech challenged please put up side by side photos that we portrait artists think sum up change in Eddie: 1) S3 cast photo from page 2 of his bio & 2) Eddie at his desk as he 1st looks up at Abe B4 standing to great Arnold in E5. There is a definite transition from Lost Puppy to Veteran Guard Dog. While the hair does make a difference, the facial expressions convey two totally dif personas. True BG is 1 Y older BUT we think it more to do w/ him being a master of his craft.

I get what you’re saying, but…

…let’s keep in mind that Hewlett has never been just a puppy overall. That season 3 pic? IIRC, that’s him looking at Anna. With most other characters (exceptions, to a lesser extent than Anna: Mary, Richard), he’s always been much more like what we see in 4.05: civil, even upbeat at times, but also aloof and collected and a bit clipped. The way he addresses Abe in 4.05 does have a subtle air of, mm, superiority, I suppose I’d call it — he’s got power over Abe and knows it — but it’s also not much different from the way he was with Abe in season 1.

So, has Edmund changed since we saw him last? Probably somewhat. But I wouldn’t base such an analysis on “The Way He Looks At His Beloved” vs. “The Way He Looks At That Asshole, The Cabbage Spy.” What I do absolutely agree with: Burn Gorman is a freaking master. His entire face transforms with his characters’ emotions; a genuine smile can take 10 years off him in an instant. I hope we see more of that smile soon.

Seiyuu Sensibility - Part 3

It’s been a minute since I’ve done another one of these, but with so many amazing seiyuus to choose from, I want to make sure that I do these right.. So, without further ado - some of my favourite seiyuus (and probably some of yours too)!

1 - Kousuke Toriumi

The first time: If you know me, then you should know exactly where I first heard him - as the voice of Asuza Asahina from Brothers Conflict.

What I like: He has a soothing type of voice that kind of makes you feel almost safe, which usually tranlates to those kind, dependable characters like Asuza (Brothers Conflict), Kosuke Wakamatsu (Kuroko no Basuke). He also uses that voice to either go up a level from there, e.g. Cecil Aijima (Uta no Prince-sama) with his head-in-the-clouds kind of attitude, or down a level, e.g. the more serious, straight shooter Haruhiko Usami (Junjou Romantica). Of course, every “nice guy” can also have a darker side, and we get a good glimpse of that as he plays one of the sadistic vampire brothers, Shuu Sakamaki (Diabolik Lovers). As is always the case, the reason we love these voice actors is because they have voices that we recognise as soon as we hear them, which just makes a show that much better for having them in it. Having Toriumi there is no different.



2 - Kouji Yusa

The first time: This would be in his role as the decadent, off-beat, never-in-the-loop, chinese opium den owner Lau (Kuroshitsuji). Completely lax and completely relaxed, unless he’s hatching a scheme somewhere..

What I like: His voice is one of those that you recognise but it might take you a second to recognise who it is. That’s because he’s got range that allows him to play someone as disaffected as Lau but at the same time play someone as stern and intense as Ryuuya Hyuuga (Uta no Prince-sama). That said, a number of his characters have a little bit of mischief up their sleeves, e.g. Tsukitachi (Karneval) and Farlan Church (Shingeki no Kyojin) which makes me think that perhaps he’s got a bit of that going in real life too.. Lol.. He’s got what can best be described as a pleasant voice to listen too and I have no objections to that kind of soothing sound.



3 - Yoshimasa Hosoya

The first time: This would have to be a toss up between Reiner Braun (Shingeki no Kyojin) versus Yuusuke Asahina (Brothers Conflict). Technically, the first time I heard him would have been as Reiner since this was one of the first animes I watched (yes - I am a bit of a noob to anime by comparison to some of the veterans out there) however, the first time I took notice of that voice was when he played the fiery 11th brother of the Asahina household.

What I like: Hosoya has a voice that you could hear a kilometer away and you would immediately know that it’s him. He joins the ranks of Suwabe Junichi, Hirakawa Daisuke and Ono Daisuke (among others) in having one of the most recognisable voices around. Of course, like the others, this doesn’t mean that he’s limited as a voice actor, however I do see that he usually gets those roles as the brash young man with the voice to match. No one shouts, growls, rumbles and makes a fuss quite like the characters he plays, whether it be Junpei Hyuuga (Kuroko no Basuke) shouting at his team mates and telling Izuku to “die” whenever he makes a pun, or Yuusuke-kun who is always fighting with his younger brother Fuuto. He can also bring out a bit of off-beat mischief-making characters like Loki Laevatein (Kamagami no Asobi), all of which makes for some really entertaining viewing.. Distinct, rough and sometimes positively adorable for it..



4 - Takahiro Sakurai

The first time: To be honest, I guess the first time would be as Hikaru Genji (Genji Monogatari) - the soothing voice of the most beautiful prince who was also the biggest playboy around.. 

What I like: Sakurai is like a vocal chameleon. That is the only way I can describe it. A lot of voice actors are distinct, and don’t get me wrong - he is as well, however he is the only one that I have been completely fooled by on more than one occasion. The best example of that being when he played the role of Misaki Takahiro (Junjou Romantica)! Had I not bothered to look into the show/Sakurai, I don’t think I ever would have figured out that the person voicing that young fresh-out-of-high-school boy would be the same person voicing someone as stoic, almost depressed-sounding Luka Crosszeria (Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru)! In addition to young, fiesty and stoic, Sakurai can also do sadistic and calculating - voicing those characters that you love to hate - the sames ones you hate to love.. Playing the demon Claude Faustus (Kuroshitsuji II) made you want Sebastian to take him out back and teach him a lesson and his work as Shogo Makashima (Psycho-Pass) was near sheer brilliance. That cool, calm, calculated tone that just lets you instinctively know that the person you’re dealing with is dangerous. A true master of his craft and someone whose roles are as diverse as the voices he can play. Now that I know him better, I can pretty easily pick him out when I hear him, but I’ll always be impressed with how easily he can fool me..



5 - Nobuhiko Okamoto

The first time: More boys-love here and this time it would be in his role as the cute, baby-faced 30-year old Kisa Shouta from Sekaiichi Hatsukoi

What I like: There is no getting around it - Okamoto has a voice that could probably put some women to shame. Nothing came as a bigger surprise than hearing him voice Hikaru Asahina (Brothers Conflict) - the cross-dressing novelist brother that loves to stir up trouble.. Okamoto has a gift for playing these slightly effeminate characters that just make you want to love them even more. Case in point has to be Mikoto Mikoshiba a.k.a. Mikorin (Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun) - you can’t tell me that you don’t adore him.. It’s impossible! When he gets discovered at the figurine store, or if he’s feeling left out at the fake mixer, or trying to figure out the best position for art poses, Okamoto brings our lovable Mikorin to life like no one else can. That doesn’t mean that he gets typecast all the time in those roles (although I don’t think anyone does it better - except for maybe some competition in the form of Yuichi Nakamura - something that still shocks me) but he can also be the ultimate dude, something we get to see in Beezlebub when he takes on the role of Miki Hisaya. A great voice that spot-on suits the roles he plays..



That wraps up this edition of my favourite seiyuus and the roles they play.. If anyone feels like adding to the list or letting me know of other roles these guys have been in that have impressed you, feel free to let me know.. I’m always interested to see where else they pop up and what else they’ve done… There will definitely be a part 4 so keep your eyes peeled and watch this space!

Kashuu Kiyomitsu
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加州清光

I am Kashuu Kiyomitsu. The child beneath the river, the child of the river banks, I suppose. I may be hard to handle but my ability is top notch. I am always looking for people who can use me well, shower me with affection, and dress me beautifully.

俺、加州清光。川の下の子、河原の子ってね。 扱いにくいが性能はピカイチ、いつでも使いこなせて可愛がってくれて、あと着飾ってくれる人大募集してるよ

あー。川の下の子です。加州清光。扱いづらいけど、性能はいい感じってね。

Uhh. I’m the child beneath the river. Kashuu Kiyomitsu. I may be difficult to handle, but my performance is good.

Kashuu Kiyomitsu is forged in the Edo period 1684 CE with a 73cm long blade, and has the same name as his swordsmith. Kiyomitsu was a master of his craft but was stricken with poverty during his lifetime, barely able to feed himself.

He lived in the slums of the hijin(非人) by the river bank, who were part of the untouchable burakumin, an outcast group at the bottom of the Edo social order due to their “unclean” professions such as butchers, tanners and entertainers. These people suffer from severe discrimination and were hurdled into specific poor communities away from the rest of the society. The hijin were not allowed to work on rice fields so they lived by the river bank that was unsuitable for agriculture, thus they were also called people of the river bank(河原者). This is what Kashuu means when he calls himself a child of the river bank.

He was born in the poorest and most oppressed part of Edo society, therefore he takes such great care in adorning himself and presents himself as a refined beauty so that his master would shower him with love and he would never have to be reminded of the poverty where he came from.

Kashuu’s most famous master was Okita Souji of the Shinsengumi in the Bakumatsu period(1853-1867), who was a prodigy in swordsmanship. Both Kashuu and Yasusada are swords who are difficult to handle but can be unleashed to their full potential in the skilful hands of Okita, he is their source of pride and rivalry. Yasusada has a much stronger loyalty to Okita while Kashuu wholeheartedly welcomes any new master who would love him, it might be partly due to their differing backgrounds, Yasusada was not born into the poor outcast community like Kashuu was, where he would fight for any shred of love. When you take them to the shop, Yasusada comments that Kashuu would be frolicking if he were there, and Kashuu really would be quite pleased when he is taken to a shop.

Okita took Kashuu into battle with him in the Ikedaya Incident(1864) where the Shinsengumi went into armed conflict with the opposer of the Tokugawa shogunate, the joui shishi. It is said that Kashuu’s tip was broken during the battle and he was deemed unrepairable, thus abandoned by Okita. That is why Kashuu becomes so insecure when he gets battered up due to fear that he would be unwanted if he becomes anything less than the usual beautiful image and top-notch condition.

Also since Kashuu was born in a poor environment, he cares a lot about his appearance. He thinks having a clean-looking appearance will earn him his master’s love. The mole by his mouth shows his indescribable, bewitching beauty.

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The thread pulled easily. Silk thread crashing through the softest cotton. Following the pattern etched in his mind. Finding a remarkable counterpart in the real world. Closer and closer to his vision with every stitch. One last pull and he bites the thread. Just as he set the completed garment on the desk, the bell rang to indicate a visitor. There’s a slight discomfort at he sound. He was a master of his craft, but very bad with the customers. He could already feel a lump in his throat as he looked up. Immeasurable relief as the familiar face comes into view. Minguk. Friend and family for as long as he could remember. The wolf returned the smile his friend always wore. Standing up and beckoning him over.

“I just finished something new. Want to be my model?”

Dunkirk - Review

(Don’t worry, this review is spoiler-free. But also this film is based on true events, so…)


In the months leading up to the release of Christopher Nolan’s most recent directorial outing, there was a lot I was expecting. I expected superb performances. I expected well shot and edited action. I expected an emotionally resonant story that I would connect with. What I didn’t expect was for all of it to be done so flawlessly. Nolan’s Dunkirk grabs you from the very first scene and never lets you go. It shakes you violently, sends your anxiety levels skyrocketing, and then gives you a brief moment of respite, only to do it all over again. Dunkirk is the definitive cinematic experience of the summer (quite possibly of the year as a whole), and another shining example of how Christopher Nolan has mastered his craft.

“If we go there we will die.”

Dialogue is sparse in Dunkirk. Even when it is present it is nearly drowned out completely by distant (or uncomfortably close) bombings, the roar of airplane engines, or the sound of gunfire. All of this adds a sense of chaos into the mix which only multiplies the sensory overload that the film is going for. And while it could be surmised that the lack of dialogue could lessen our understanding or compassion for the characters on screen, I found my experience to be the exact opposite. Nolan leaves it to the actors to fill in the gaps, and they nail it. Often times I was able to tell a character’s motivations and past without even a word being said. Particular standouts in this department were Cillian Murphy, Mark Rylance, Fionn Whitehead, and, believe it or not, Harry Styles. In this way, Dunkirk is truly special. It doesn’t flood you with expositional dialogue, but instead allows for you to connect with and care for these characters just through inferring who they are through the excellent performances and direction. It isn’t afraid to ask you to think.

This demand for your attention also stretches over to the way the story is told overall. Dunkirk tells its story from three different perspectives: land, sea, and air. Each of the three stories cover a different amount of time, and the way the film cuts between them is brilliant to say the least. Each story has its heights of anxiety and its “calm before the storm"s, and Dunkirk uses this to its advantage. Each plot line is expertly weaved in and out of one another allowing maximum tension. In one moment the land is under attack, and though the air sequences take place days later, the film cuts tense air battles into the land action. It’s a bit jarring at first, no doubt about it, but once the key is revealed and you can see how all of the pieces fit together, it’s one of the most satisfying moments in recent film history. I’d compare it to the way the battle of Endor is edited in Return of the Jedi, except with the added dimension of time. Christopher Nolan has always had a penchant for nonlinear storytelling, and here is where he definitively shows how masterfully he can pull it off.

“You can practically see it from here.”                                                               “What?”                                                                                                             “Home.”                       

As I was sitting in the theater and the credits began to roll I couldn’t help but recognize an aspect of this film that I haven’t seen discussed at all: Dunkirk is a horror film. Sure, that may sound absurd, but think about it. All of the pieces are there. The feeling of being trapped, the constant struggle for survival, the anxious score, the feeling of dread and hopelessness, and the ever-present threat of an enemy that hides just beyond the frame ready to strike at any moment. Of course it would never be the first way I’d choose to describe its genre, but Nolan’s direction is too deliberate for it to have been an accident. He uses familiar devices seen in the horror genre to invoke the emotional responses he aims for, and you can’t help but feel them. It’s no secret that Nolan can nail huge waves of emotion (I mean, have you seen Interstellar?), but in Dunkirk he is on a whole other level.

Dunkirk is one of the most expertly executed pieces of cinema I have ever seen. It takes all the best pieces of Christopher Nolan’s recent endeavors and puts them into a story that will tug at your heart strings. The heroism that was shown by both civilians and soldiers in those moments where death was encroaching on the Allied forces’ is truly inspiring, and I’m glad Christopher Nolan did them justice. Dunkirk is a fantastic movie, from the editing to the star-making performances, and I can’t recommend it enough. Nolan is one of the greatest filmmakers out there right now, and he doesn’t hesitate to demonstrate that to you in his magnum opus. Now can he just have that Oscar already?

“We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender…”


Dunkirk is in theaters now, and if you couldn’t tell, it is my favorite film of the year so far.

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Imagine: Imagine Carisi trying to teach your child how to walk and talk.

Pairings: Sonny Carisi/Reader; Barba/Reader/Carisi (Mentioned)

Warnings: Polyamory, Cuteness overload

Word count: 1,215 words

Reader gender: Female

Author: Ilariya_Lavoro writes

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