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ຶ⵿ू✿ ⠀ ◌ ♪ ۫ ✢ ㅤི ⊹⠀.⠀ *ੈ

‧₊˚🎐 소녀 키스 (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

⠀𐦼🪷 𝗉⍵𝗍𝗍𝗒 i’m your type, i’m the vibe

Something small I did to warm up and practice my perspective a bit :]

sorry nana, I had to...

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO THOSE WHO CELEBRATE!!

Just some Chibis otps for September

(yes, I love the Nana's manga too much...)

working up the courage to watch the next episode of Nana because this shit is getting real sad real fast

my personality is a concoction between these bitches

Hachi is the BIGGEST Ghibil fan. One night, she made Nana watch Howl's Moving Castle with her, and she proceeded to yap endlessly about her huuuge crush on Howl and how much she longed for the love he and Sophie have. Nana acted annoyed, but she was so thoroughly entertained by the way Hachi's eyes lit up and the little bounce and exaggerated hand movements she had while talking about this movie. She ended up buying them matching Howl's Moving Castle inspired rings while trying to act so nonchalant about it too

ai yazawa’s art

I need help finding another show where there’s a character constantly blaming a nonexistent entity

like it’s genuinely my favorite thing ever when kaidou blames everything on dark reunion or when hachi blames everything on the demon lord ARGHH I need more of that

◌⠀E FOI⠀ ꒰͜͡ ୭ ͜͡꒱ ◌ a primeira 𝅄　vez 　　　✦ que ela amou　☆　　e se arrependeu　,‎⠀⠀⎯⎯⠀⠀　　　　de ter amado　　　.

Nana cats ! 🐱

I actually never watched Nana and I don’t ever plan on doing that because I just know this show would piss me off (I’m not saying its bad or anything but it’s just kind of tragic and frustrating from what I’ve heard) the character designs are very cool tho so I’ll probably draw them again in the future

Thank you embracing me when I was having a bad dream and calming me down.

Thank you for holding my hand when I had nobody to hold to.

Thank you for being there when no one was.

Thank you for giving strength when I had none.

Thank you for loving me, for I love you too.

1. Definitely Hachi! I love her!

2. I not only have particular favorite outfit and at the same time I just can’t simply decide only one character, since everyone starting from Hachi, Misato, and everyone from Blast and Trapnest have an incredible sense of fashion. However, the ones I specially like are Nana, Hachi, Ren and Takumi styles. Nana and Ren dress themselves as punks and evoke the Sid and Nancy aura, which I completely love. Hachi is more girly and sophisticated, which I find lovely; and Takumi dresses himself so damn good!

3. Again with Hachi. I'm not so dependant as she is, but I used to fall in love quickly and I do know that I sometimes can be a little naive.

Just like Hachi, I like to help and I believe that there are times that I find myself protecting the ones I love with a mix of a mother feeling.

Either way, I personally like her style because I too tend to dress like her once in a while. I also like to cook and do house chores, and finally I don't know if I'll ever get married, yet I do want to be a mom and have my own family.

4. Once again, it's a bit hard to choose just one favorite scene from the whole anime, but one that stands out is when Takumi calls Hachi for the first time. She had just lost her job, so she sits somewhere and drinks a coffee, expressing her deepest wishes, when Takumi calls her literally out of nowhere although at the right time. So she replies to him that she'll get to him and then she says to us viewers "It was in the beginning of summer. I was 20 years old."  Having said this, in my perspective that’s how their relationship actually began. 

5. This. It's a quote that I can truly relate.

6. It's obvious that I love Nana and Hachi's friendship. Despite the fact that they're incredibly different from one another, they share a bond that no one can break. They spend time having fun, dealing with problems and evolving together in this fucked up thing called life. And that's really special.

My favorite couple are Hachi and Takumi. Indeed.

First of all, Hachi always loved Trapnest, and she had always shown interest in Takumi. So when they meet, she's terribly embarrassed and everything, but when they spend their first night together, she strongly believed that she would only be the girl Takumi would have sex to that night and the next day he would simply forget about her. It didn't happen that way, despite the long time they were apart, because every now and then Takumi would eventually return to Hachi and with time he found himself falling in love with her, in spite of not admitting it.

When he found out that Hachi was pregnant, he took immediate responsability when he didn't even know if he was the father of her child or not, and after that, he provided her a luxurious house where she could quietly stay because of her state and also become the housewife she dreamed of being.

Therefore, they begin living together and their relationship undoubtedly strengthens.

So, I wholeheartdly believe that even though they're different, they accept, complete and understand each other like no one would do that to both of them. Hachi's dependcy on people is somehow adjusted by Takumi's immense responsability and maturity. Even if Takumi is sometimes a jackass to her in behavior and cheats on her, he knows that deeply in his heart he loves Hachi, and she's the one who's willing to wait for him when he gets home and someone who provides him the love that he in fact needs and lacks. He also has a perfect notion that she is only woman who he has been with that is able to make a family with him. That's why they eventually marry and have two kids, Ren Jr. and Satsuki.

7. Yup! I have a the first volume of the manga, a bookmark, a pin and three posters.

8. My God, I love this cover so much! <3

Seven NANA WEEK Asks for the Community

Who’s your favorite character?

Which character has the best fashion taste? Do you have a favorite outfit from the series?

Which character are you most like and why?

What’s your favorite scene from the entire series?

Favorite quote or lyric?

Do you have a favorite couple or friendship dynamic?

Do you have a favorite piece of NANA merch you’ve collected along the way? (Pics!)

Bonus! hachi lol. Which volume cover is your fave??

Would love to chat with y'all <3

Would you die for me?

Will you kiss me forever?

I was, unknowingly, a groupie, and who got me in the raffle was the rocker that caught me off guard and kissed me right away as soon as he saw me crossing the avenue.

If we need love, and sadness we avoid, the friendship that unites us, and the separation that goes unpunished, it doesn’t apply, it only gets better, doesn't get worse, it will only be for now.

I was 20 years old when we first met. You were 23.

I was a country girl who moved to the city and was completely helpless.

I didn’t go to college. Instead I tried my best to work, but in the end it lead me nowhere.

And then you came up. One day after meeting you, I was wandering the street, like a stray cat walking here and there.

In a catch of a glimpse, we found one another and you took me to paradise.

Sadly, you had to leave me. Either way, you turned out to show eventually.

How could I know that later on there was a baby growing inside me?

How could I imagine that you’d ask me to marry you and you’d say that you’d also take care of our child?

How could I possibly think you’d fall for me and I’d fall for you?

Was fate that joined us? Maybe it was, surely I don’t know, yet I believe it was.

No matter how far we are from each other and how different we are in person.

I do know you love me and you too know I love you.

Life is a fucked up mess full of ups and downs. In any way, love always wins.

The following excerpt has been in my drafts for months, but I feel like it's been so long since I've worked on this that I ought to throw this blog a bone. We're still in T territory. No M as of yet.

Hachi felt a flash of heat rise within her as she remembered the night before, when a cackling Nana had waved her bandmates out the front door, slamming and locking it behind her as Hachi watched from the table. Nana didn’t often get this drunk, but they’d been celebrating the release of a new album and she had let loose in a way Hachi had never seen before - laughing heartily, drinking abundantly and making her way into each guest’s lap like a stray cat. It was cute. And as Hachi watched her through bleary eyes, she thought - not for the first time - that if Nana was a guy, that she definitely would have fallen for her.

“Why not as I am now?” Nana asked, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips.

Shit. Shit. I had said that out loud. Curse the Demon Lord, I can’t believe I said that! Agh...

“You’re still talking, you know?”

By this time, Nana (or drunk Nana, rather) had sidled in on the bench next to her, loosening her collar and leaning in invitingly. She had taken Hachi’s hand into her own, and she was close enough that Hachi could feel her warm breath. She wasn’t sleepy anymore. How could she be? She could feel the blood rushing to her ears, and as she felt Nana’s thumb rubbing circles on the back of her hand, she let out a small squeak.

“I asked a question... Why not as I am now?”

Nana was gazing at her directly now, long lashes framing hypnotically dark brown eyes that were unreadable. It didn’t feel like she was being teased anymore. The question sounded (or maybe that was just her wishful thinking) almost genuine.

Why not...? Because you’re a girl. Because you’re with Ren. Because we’re... roommates?

Hachi fumbled around for an answer mentally that made sense, but as Nana was in front of her, looking thoroughly debauched and wanting - none of her usual excuses worked. She didn’t have one. She didn’t want one. And she couldn’t bring herself to say a word.

She swallowed as if to speak, and by the time she had parted her lips, Nana’s were already on them. She had let go of Hachi’s hand and had brought both of her own to cup her face, and as the kiss deepened her arms naturally settled around Hachi’s neck with one hand in her hair.

Morning After

I tried looking for Nana x Hachi fic yesterday, and it was a struggle bus so here I am to write my own fic after a very, very long hiatus. Inspired by every Hachi playlist on Youtube because god bless those creators. 

Synopsis: What if it didn’t matter that Nana was a girl? What if Hachi was in love with her? And what if they… kissed?

Rating: M (maybe E, we’ll see lmao - this first chapter feels more T though) 

Content Warning(s): Dubcon

Pairing: A very bisexual Nana and a comphet lesbian who is currently single Hachi (Nana Osaki x Nana Komatsu) 

Keep reading

Morning After

I tried looking for Nana x Hachi fic yesterday, and it was a struggle bus so here I am to write my own fic after a very, very long hiatus. Inspired by every Hachi playlist on Youtube because god bless those creators. 

Synopsis: What if it didn’t matter that Nana was a girl? What if Hachi was in love with her? And what if they... kissed?

Rating: M (maybe E, we’ll see lmao - this first chapter feels more T though) 

Content Warning(s): Dubcon

Pairing: A very bisexual Nana and a comphet lesbian who is currently single Hachi (Nana Osaki x Nana Komatsu) 

As autumn sunlight streamed in through the large window over the kitchen table, Nana began to stir. It was warm, but it was bright - and the pounding in the back of her head was starting to ramp up to a pain that she couldn’t ignore. Her muscles felt stiff, and the back of her neck ached from leaning against the table all night. 

Just what the fuck happened last night? 

She opened her eyes, slowly so as to avoid the worst of the glare and rubbed away the remnants of last night’s eye makeup with the back of her hand. The last thing she remembered was singing loudly with Hachi on the karaoke machine that Nobuo had brought over, and then nothing. As she straightened up,  something moved in her lap. She glanced downwards. 

Oh. 

Hachi had shifted to bury her face into Nana’s thighs, her light brown hair tousled and messy from sleep. She was breathing steadily, the rise and fall of her chest indicating that she was still dead to this world and quite comfortable where she was. And though she had shifted relatively quickly, nothing could hide the red lipstick prints peppered across her cheeks, her neck, her lips. 

Did I - ? Could we have? While we were drunk? 

The idea of it didn’t upset her, but there had always been a line. A thin one, sure, but the thought that they may have crossed it without knowing it was upsetting. She groaned, and Hachi seemed to groan softly in response. She heard a quiet, “Nana...” and the arms around her waist tightened for a moment before her roommate’s eyes fluttered open, widening as she realized what she was doing. She let go and shot up, banging her head on the table in the process. 

“Ow, ow, ow!” She gripped the back of her head and looked to be in almost as much pain as Nana, and her face flushed a deep pink as tears welled in her eyes. 

“I’m- I’m so sorry, Nana! I didn’t mean to- I mean, I did mean to but I didn’t think I would fall asleep-” she was blubbering now, the words tumbling out in a cascade of um’s and ah’s.

“It’s okay, Hachi.” 

She raised a hand to rub at the bump starting to grow on the back of Hachi’s head, smoothing her hair down in the process.

“Are you okay?” 

“I’ll be f-fine,” Hachi said, averting her gaze as her voice hitched. What Nana hadn’t realized was the trail of pink lipstick marks across her own face that wound their way into her shirt - as well as the purpling hickeys on her neck and collarbones. Hachi had noticed though - after all, she had been the one to put them there. 

Nana looked unconvinced, but she scooted off the bench anyways and headed to the kitchen - returning with two glasses of water and the bottle of painkillers they kept in a cabinet for hangovers. Hachi took the water gratefully, bringing the glass to her lips and swallowing two pills. A wave of relief washed over her - until Nana asked something that nearly made her choke. 

“So, what happened last night?” 

drowning love (japanese: 溺れるナイフ, hepburn: oboreru knife, lit. “the knife that dropped in water”)

“we broke up to avoid hurting each other, but if he completely ignores me, i feel hurt anyway. and when he does mess with me, even just a little bit... it’s a bother.”