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paunchsalazar · 4 months
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Bisco Hatori illustrations for the cast of the Ouran High School Host Club musicals
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landofanimes · 4 months
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Musical Ouran High School Host Club Trilogy
OHSHC, January 2022
OHSHC ƒ (forte), December 2022
OHSHC Fine, December 2023
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3motionally3xhausted · 2 months
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More Ouran redesigns!
Below the cut, listen to me ramble about the art choices I made in the redesigns, please. (Honey, Yasuchika, Kasanoda, Renge)
+A little sketch of Haruhi & Tamaki 😊
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I redid Honey's because I was so unhappy with the first version, but I like this one a LOT more. He kinds of looks like an idol, but I'm not mad at it lol
The main thing I don't like about the canon design of Honey is that he looks like a literal child (wow new idea alert) and somehow in my first redesign I didn't get rid of that problem?? And I just didn't like the way that one turned out art-wise.
So! This time, I made his face a lot less round and decided to give him shorter hair in a more natural/ash blonde color. Instead of going full l*lita, I was aiming more for "soft boy" & I spent a good minute just coloring his eyes so they look pretty magical (or a bit creepy, I can't tell lol) but I wanted him to have long pretty lashes. Also, I added a little scar on the bridge of his nose to hint at his hidden violent side
(That shirt is entirely improvised lmao)
Anyway, Yasuchika!
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I always felt kind of bad for him (for that one episode that he appeared lol), so I wanted to lean into the fact that he's kinda bitter Honey left the Judo club but still admires him a lot.
I had to remember what he looked like first, but I actually really like his design in the manga so its practically the same lol. The hair is slightly different though. And, it's subtle, but his hair is bleached here as a tiny nod that he wants to be more like his brother, though he didn't go full blonde. And since their hair and eyes are different, I now headcanon that they have different moms, because I can and it tugs at my heartstrings for some reason.
Now, Kasadona's and Renge's were done kind of a while ago, so the art is marginally worse imo, but anyway
Onto Kasanoda!
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Another character that I always loved and felt sad about! This time he has two episodes, I think.
Since it's important to his character, I had to keep him looking scary, but that doesn't mean I couldn't make him look sad too! I love aiming for subtle expressions lol, I remember this one was really fun.
I can't tell you why I made his hair wavy/curly, I just wanted that, but those little shaved bits at the corners of his hairline were very intentional; it's meant to kind of mimic devil horns just to solidify that he's seen as kind of evil and whatever. And his eyes! I think that blizzard nickname/reputation (i can't remember) is really unique, so it exaggerates his cold glare.
(Trying to avoid saying 'kind of' so much, jeez)
Last up, Renge!
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She also kind of looks like an idol, mostly 'cause of the pose and little sparkle, though. And oddly enough, I really didn't like her when I was originally watching the show (thought she was annoying lol) but I kind of adore her now because..
This girl is a nerd, she's silly, she's a cosplayer, a complete madwoman, and girl boss! (Character-wise, I only really take issue with the 'fuj*shi' 'y*oi stan' part, so that's cut for my version) But I really wanted to show that more fun, adventurous part of her, so she has pink dye on the underside, with her hair pulled into this big red bow.
I don't have many thoughts on her past what I already said, she just deserves to be cute and have fun. But I do think she should be in on the secret that Haruhi's a girl, and they should be good friends, the show is just lacking in girl friendships. (Excluding the Zuka club, they're full on lesbians and the show portrayed them so weirdly imo.)
(***I only censored some words cuz I don't want anything to end up in my feed lol)
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ohshcobsession · 7 months
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I feel bad for Chika (Yasuchika Haninozuka/Honey's brother) because he is like constantly compared to his older brother, and has always had a extremely harsh and strict upbringing not even giving him a choice in who he would be, his entire life planned out for him all because his brother strayed from the family traditions and instead of sticking up for chika and taking down the whole toxic belief he allowed him to suffer and be forced into a position that was not his to fill, basically becoming a stand in for honey.
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anipast · 2 years
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She does.
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ko-fanatic · 2 years
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Rotten Palaces (Part two)
Rating: Mature
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairings: KyoKao, MoriKyo, HikaKao, TamaHika
Summary:  (Crimson Peak AU)
TW: Ghosts, Murder, Major Character Death, Gore, Incest (NOT FOR KINK), Abuse, Major Illness, Poisonings
The streets were crowded as Kyoya walked briskly to the office of Mr Komatsuzawa, a thick envelope pressed tight to his chest, containing the fruits of his two years of labouring over empty page upon empty page with ink-smudged fingers. His father would probably be more impressed if he'd completed a non-fiction book, but he'd toiled over this earnestly enough that the man decided to say a good word for him. Hence, his visit to the publishing office.
He wanted to do this on his own merit, but as usual his father's kind favours were given without a single conversation with the recipient. He thought it'd be rude, however, to turn the man down and waste his time, so he'd neatly packed up his manuscript and was on his way to the other side of town. 
The brick building was imposing, but a welcome sight. No more worries of destroying the copy and having so much of his time go up in smoke; not to mention with about an hour to spare to fit in some quick edits and such. Final primping before it came before an audience, even if said audience was a single person. 
Up the stairs he went, hand trailing the railing, marching ever onwards to the gentleman's office and to a professional critique. 
"Ootori!" 
He startled slightly, looking around before seeing the distinctive, cropped hair and large build of his lifelong friend, a smile stretching his lips and his chest fluttering in a pleasant way. A warm way. 
"Morinozuka!" He replied in kind, the two of them meeting on the staircase. Mori had gotten taller yet again since he'd left Ouran, now a whole head taller than Kyoya, "You should have told me you were back. Father's been concerned that you had fled to the Outer Hebrides, never to return to civilisation again."
"As attractive an idea as that is," The taller man nodded, his steady, calm voice betraying just a hint of amusement, "I can't very well help others if I'm living my life as a hermit. I did go to Edinburgh to study. In fact, I'm setting up my own office as it is, on the floor just above us. Not enough heart specialists here, as you well know."
"No, but the great Morinozuka is here to fill that devastating void," He teased, smirking, to which Mori just rolled his eyes.
"Enough about me, dear Ootori, what about yourself?" He enquired, "You're a little way out from the house."
"I'm here on business myself, actually," He informed, adjusting his glasses, "The novel is finally finished."
"Oh? Con-"
"I think, at least. Fiction novels never seem to get completed, always more to edit and such," He continued, practically steamrolling over Mori's attempted congratulations.
"Well, still incredibly impressive," The older man nodded, almost sagely, despite being barely a year his senior, "You must let me read it soon, you've piqued my interest with the snippets you've talked about these past few years."
Their conversation was cut short, however, by the appearance of Mori's mother and cousins, who seemed to be tittering about the latest in society life. It was a strain for Kyoya to not roll his eyes, but he endured, if only to not upset his friend.
"Of course, we met them upon visiting dearest Takashi, and they seemed to have followed us back to Japan," Mrs Morinozuka tittered, before registering that there was more people in the stairwell than the two Haninozuka children, "Hello Master Ootori, you probably haven't heard the latest, but we've got a couple of visitors from Satoshi's business acumen across the sea."
"It's nothing to do with me, mother," The boy in question murmured, head ducking in the way it did when he was embarrassed, "Mere coincidence."
"Well, I hear they share a Baronet title," Mitsukuni Haninozuka imparted, to the confused mutterings of his younger brother and Satoshi. 
Kyoya nearly rolled his eyes, not favouring the idle rich all too much. Some would perhaps call him a hypocrite, but the simple truth was that the Ootori Company branched off into many sectors, with a majority focus on healthcare, but also useful sects such as finance and other worthwhile investments. His father inherited the company, as one may inherit a title, but the man was more than talented enough to be worthy of the honour; although he wouldn't wish to say that aloud. Far too saccharine for his family.
"What exactly does being a Baronet entail?" Satoshi questioned, and it seemed Kyoya could hold his tongue no longer.
"From what I've heard, while once a title holding honour - if not all that highly ranked - it is now nothing more than a position held by greedy parasites who do too little to help the people they are meant to protect - and too much to hurt," He rambled, the others on the stairwell looking a little shocked that he'd expressed such an opinion so openly. 
Bar Mori, that is. The man might've hidden it behind some papers he was carrying, but he could see the tell-tale crinkles besides the taller man's eyes; he was smirking. It partly emboldened him to straighten his back and debate his position, although he knew that he'd certainly get a smack from his father if he continued on and word got back, young adult or not. 
"Well, I assure you, Master Ootori," Mrs Morinozuka smiled, demure with a hint of belittling humour, as if Kyoya were merely a naïve child she had to correct, "These parasites, as you call them, are perfectly charming - not to mention excellent dancers. Although,  you've certainly made your distaste for balls and parties alike... well known. Therefore I cannot imagine how that would concern you. Our very own Pierre Bezukhov."
"Mother, please -"
Mori was once again cut off - a habit he'd do well not to fall into - as Kyoya squared his shoulders, raised his chin and corrected the lady in front of him. 
"If I were to be any of Tolstoy's characters, madam, I would prefer to be Alexei Karenin," He smirked, before turning on his heel, "At least he was a somewhat successful man."
He decided to walk to the other staircase to continue on to Komatsuzawa's office. While he would have liked to talk to Morinozuka longer, he couldn't stand society tittering. While useful in regards to finding out important information, he had better things to do today. 
Hence, why he sat in the office for far too long, ink smudging his fingers as he rewrote a sentence or two, and changed the odd word. It was still a finished draft, of course, even if he was constantly editing and such. A writer's task was never done. 
"Good afternoon, Master Ootori."
The deep, steady voice startled him, head snapping up from his manuscript and jaw a little too slack than it should have been in order to give a decent impression. Or, at least, not seem like a gormless idiot.  He raised from his chair, offering a noticeably blackened hand to the older gentleman, purely out of reflex.
"I see you're early," Mr Komatsuzawa continued, sitting at his desk and not taking the offending hand. Not that Kyoya blamed him, mind you. 
"Just a little, I suppose," He nodded, a pleasant smile on his face, and thus began the arduous task of simply sitting and waiting as his manuscript was read over.
Kyoya's back was ramrod straight, purposefully still, yet he was searching for any micro expression that would give him a hint as to whether the man liked his writing or not. A furrow of his brow, twitch of the lips, anything. He supposed stoicism was to be expected, even if it was slowly but surely driving him to madness as the minutes ticked by without a word.
"A ghost story..." Mr Komatsuzawa stated, voice deadpan, "Your father didn't tell me it was a ghost story..."
"Well, it's not really a ghost story," He began to explain, ignoring the shrinking feeling he was getting from the tone of voice Mr Komatsuzawa used, "The ghosts are simply a metaphor, and -"
"Yes, Master Ootori, there is no need to explain to a publisher such basic techniques of writing," Mr Komatsuzawa intoned, raising a brow, "However, you must understand that this still appeals to said demographic, and that the publishing industry is positively swimming in the supernatural right now. Spiritualism is the new trend..."
He nodded, holding his tongue lest he said anything else to offend.
"If I may offer a word of advice Master Ootori..."
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The maids startled at the slam of the front door, but Kyoya couldn’t care less. He wasn’t running, but he’d kept up his brisk pace since he left Komatsuzawa’s office, his shoulders tense and muscles coiled tightly. It was fair to say he was irked. 
“Not a triumphant slam of the door, I take it,” Yoshio observed plainly, without so much as a hello as he stormed into the dining room, “From the absolute thunder on your face, at least.”
He had to take a breath, not wanting to vent his anger in an indelicate, brutish manner, even if the comment only made the frustration much worse. It wasn’t his father’s fault, per se, but his involvement in all this wasn’t doing him any favours. 
“You didn’t even tell him… anything about the novel?” He began, voice forced into calm monotony, even if he could hardly keep the glare out of his eyes, “Father, while I am grateful to you for such an opportunity, I’ve made my opinion very clear; I don’t want to succeed due to pure nepotism. I don’t want to meet a publisher simply because of my last name. I’m confident in my abilities… in my skill…”
Yoshio looked up from his plate for a moment or two. He sighed, napkin wiping at the corners of his mouth before being placed on the stark, white tablecloth once more. He stood, and Kyoya stood still, waiting for whatever it was that Yoshio was about to relay; be it a reprimand or otherwise.
“My boy, my child,” He began, tone tender and hand on his shoulder; Kyoya couldn’t help but give him an unimpressed look at that, “I know that. I know you have talent and drive, and I’ve imparted my own standards onto both you and your siblings. I’m proud of that. However, you are born with privilege that you would be a fool to neglect.”
He swallowed harshly then, biting down his anger once more as he shook off his father’s touch, going back to his seat at the table. He wanted to snap at his father, explain his annoyance, but he knew that Yoshio wasn’t really going to change in any meaningful way when it came to this. For someone so focused on the merit of one’s own work speaking for itself, he was certainly machiavellian in his approach to helping his children to succeed.
“Komatsuzawa was forth-coming with his opinions, I take it,” Yoshio inquired, sidestepping the previous conversation.
Kyoya groaned, sounding far too adolescent in that moment, taking a seat himself and resting his face upon his hand, elbow on the table. “He says that I should include a love story,” He grimaced. 
“Well, he is old fashioned that way, but if he thinks it would be more interesting -”
Kyoya clicked his tongue, shifting in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest. “It will bog down the actually interesting and relevant parts of the plot. I simply don’t have the pages to spare,” He explained, “That’s not even getting into the issue of how I’d know anything about such a thing. I leave the house once a fortnight, at most.”
Yoshio acquiesced to that, at least.
“Well, while this was meant to be a celebratory present…” Yoshio began, reaching down and procuring a small, perfectly wrapped gift box. He only raised an eyebrow before taking it, delicately untying the golden ribbon, “I’m a jack of all trades, one might say, so I know the importance of good tools…”
Kyoya opened the box, greeted by a new fountain pen. Not something that was merely picked up on a whim or out of necessity, however; this was expensive. It was elaborate by even his standards, gold gilded and expertly crafted. There was fine etching, flowers and swirls in impressive detail, and a nib that promised to provide an elegant flow of ink. Truly beautiful. 
“This is a most generous gift, father, however…” He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to seem ungrateful, but plowing ahead anyway - better to be direct, “I actually hoped to type it, in your office.”
“Type it?” Yoshio parroted, a look of confusion on his face. 
“Well, I was thinking. There are many publishing houses in bigger cities - like Tokyo,” He elaborated, “And a typed manuscript would look far more professional.”
“Of course,” Yoshio nodded, going back to his meal. 
Rather than listening to the impulse to retire to his room, to pour over his manuscript once again with all the fury of a madman, Kyoya sat down to dinner with his father.
A thoughtful action deserved some sort of recognition, he supposed.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE:
"I'm hoping to update every day of October!" ... So... That didn't happen... Uh... Have this, ig??
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santaanya · 2 years
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Nerve
Pairing: Haninozuka Yasuchika x Original Female Character 
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College AU | Aged-up characters Genre: Romance, Angst Warnings: Mentions of alcohol consumption
Summary: Seven dates was all it took for him to grow fonder. 
Status: Ongoing
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akid6 · 1 year
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마이너 먹는 인생 힘드네......
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piyoandpome · 3 months
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ouranhighschool · 2 years
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paunchsalazar · 1 year
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I’m going to abduct them….
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landofanimes · 2 years
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Ouran High School Host Club ƒ (Forte) Musical
December 2-11 (Tokyo) and 17-18 (Osaka), 2022
Main poster of the second musical, featuring all 12 members of the main cast!
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hostagine · 2 years
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Remember when:
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Yasuchika kicked Mitsukuni straight oFF OF TAKASHI'S SHOULDERS
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ohshcobsession · 7 months
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Songs in my Playlist I think Ohshc Character would Listen to (Plus side Characters Cuz they are underrated)
Tamaki Souh: Line without a Hook, Rises the moon, this December, Until i Found You, Guy.exe, Another Love, Beautiful people, Mr. Loverman, If We Have Eachother, As it Was, I Love You So, Safe and Sound, I Wanna be Yours, Sunroof, Dandelions, Cupids Chokehold / Breakfast In America, Everybody Talks, Fairytale, Daddy Issues, Deja Vu
Kyoya Ootori: Rises the Moon, Two Birds, Are You Satisfied,
Hikaru Hitachiin: Partners in Crime, Supermassive Black Hole, Beautiful is Boring, American Idiot, Last Resort, Cupids Chokehold / Breakfast In America, we fell in love in october, Cooler then Me, Not Another Song About love, I Wanna Be Yours, I Wanna Be Your Slave
Kaoru Hitachiin: Notion, Partners in Crime, Breezeblocks, Two Birds, I Hear a Symphony, Washing Machine Heart,Cupids Chokehold / Breakfast In America, Cloud 9, As The World Caves In, Prom Dress, Heather,Cooler then Me, Lovely, Sweater Weather, I Wanna Be Yours, Deja Vu, Drift Away Omnicord Cover
Morinozuka (Mori) Takahashi : Somebody I Used To Know, Little Talks, I Wanna Be Yours, Dark Red, Everybody Wants to Rule the World, Closer
Mitsukuni Haninozuka (Honey): Passing Through, Sarcasm, Misery Business, Fat Lip, Beautiful is Boring, Last Resort, Me and My Husband,this December, Until i Found You, Guy.exe, Another Love, Beautiful people, Mr. Loverman, Cats
Haruhi Fujioka: Drift Away Omnicord Cover,, this December, Until i Found You, Guy.exe, Another Love, Beautiful people, Mr. Loverman, Ain't It Fun
Yasuchika (Chika) Haninozuka:Sarcasm, Misery Business, Fat Lip, Beautiful is Boring, Last Resort, I Can't Fix You, Are You Satisfied
Ritsu Kansonada:Sarcasm, American Idiot, Misery Business, Closer, Fat Lip, Beautiful is Boring, Last Resort
Nekozawa: Sarcasm, Misery Business, Fat Lip, Beautiful is Boring, Last Resort
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anipast · 2 years
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Wrong.
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asofterouran · 3 years
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it's the little things that keep us going. like violence
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