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the magnum opus and the muse.
yaguchi yatora x reader
notes: [818 words.] geidai yatora makes me question everything fr ): anyways pls give blue period the love it deserves!! i am literally scraping the floor for crumbs
disclaimers: university au! yaguchi, mentions of smoking & drinking (they discourage it tho), brief mention of underage drinking, reader & yaguchi are probs depressed, friends pining for each other, questioning the future & reminiscing abt the past!!
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“How does it feel to hate the things you love?”
A puff of smoke escapes his chapped lips, eyes glistening with a sense of mirth from your question.
Yatora Yaguchi has always been an enigma. From the moment he dyed his hair and pierced his ears, to when his love for art blossomed into an almost self destructive endeavour.
You wonder why he did it. Why would he go through such lengths for it all? For his definition of love.
Even more so now, as he stood in front of you. Yatora looks different now, you thought. Clad in nothing but an all black hoodie and weathered jeans gifted to him during his high-school days, one would think he looks the same as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary.
But you know better. He knows better.
His usually bleached hair is showing his natural roots. The whites of his eyes are bloodshot; Yatora walks with a sense of lethargy instead of self-assured confidence, a feeling you know all too well.
He, too, is hit with the feeling of sullen dreams.
“It fucking sucks. I have no idea what I’m supposed to be doing.” Yatora brings up a hand to his face, covering the bags that rimmed his eyes. “Pass me another smoke, would you?”
A reluctant grimace finds its way onto your face, hand reaching into your pocket for the box of poison anyways. “You’re killing your lungs that way, y’know.”
“And you’re killing your liver. You’re one to talk.”
Downing the liquor you would once steal from your parent’s cabinets, and were now legal to buy it with your own money, you reminisced.
Back to your youth. Back to when Yatora was encapsulating a blue Shibuya - not living amongst the colour. Back to when you and he didn’t lay in shards of crushed hopes that pierce through the very cores of your beings.
“It would be easier,” you turn to him, watching how the evening glow of Shibuya painted his face with warmth. “If you lived without passion. Like me.”
A beat of silence passes through the air. “No thanks,” he interjects.
“Hey! Why?” You punch his shoulder half-heartedly, “I’m serious. I almost died trying to create a so-called ‘magnum opus’, and now you might too. That’s the last thing I want from you.”
Another cloud of smoke enriches the air around you. And with the smile he gives you, one with the brilliance of a thousand stars, Yatora makes you realise. Within this ghost city, so devoid of life, there was still hope. Hope that came in the form of an ex-delinquent boy, now a Geidai student.
“Because, you said it yourself back in our second year of junior high. That’s the worst way of living. And eventually, you’ll lose sense of yourself, right?” His hand reaches to readjust the scarf he placed around you, delicately. Like he always was, with you. “I believe you still live with passion. You just refuse to believe it.”
Yes, you thought to yourself. Yatora’s right when he says you do live with passion.
But it’s not what he may think.
It’s not in the form of art, not in the tangible, literal sense anyways. Not in the way society thinks of what art is.
It’s in the form of love.
In the form of him.
Yatora is your magnum opus. And you hope to see him bloom into something magnificent.
So, you partly know the answer to your own question. To feel hatred for the things you love? It is to feel hatred towards the man you dedicated yourself wholly to, for he is the one who is slowly leading himself into turmoil.
But, just as before, you will wait. Forever, and evermore. The words lingering on the tip of your tongue will remain unspoken until he, too, sees you in a similar light.
You sigh. That’s enough thinking; you’ve drunk too much again.
A slight tug to your hands snaps you back to reality. “C’mon, daydreamer. My mum has been wanting to see you again. How does spending a night at my house sound?”
The slight desperate tone in his voice makes you realise that maybe, just maybe, Yatora is clinging to the past too.
Little do you know, he views you as something incomprehensible too. Why does he always search for a glimpse of you in the Geidai halls? Attending class would be the last thing you do. It is all unknown to him.
Yatora’s love burns. He is able to paint even through tears; he never feels as if too much is enough. And maybe that’s why he refuses to let you go. He can never get enough of you.
He can never get enough of the person that historians would dictate as his muse.
And maybe that's why he refuses to say the words which cling onto the deep crevices of his heart so very deeply.
Gang, Im depressed. (A rant/review of the blue period manga or how I am reflecting on emotions and my art)
so I first started reading the blue period manga like when the anime first started airing. And man that was the most depressing stuff I had ever seen. I got to about the beginning of the second year of university before I stopped reading it. And that kinda put me in a slump mentally with art. Yatora represented everything I was at that point in my life.
A high school student just wandering through life with no intended real goals who got an interest in art and decided to pursue that, only to become overwhelmed with everything that comes with it.
I act like I know art but I don’t. I don’t make great or amazing art. Everyone around me seemed to be making art just to make art. But I could only make art for assignments or on assignments. I was actually afraid to draw.
This panel hit me so hard. Everything about it resonated with me. It’s actually really pathetic. Everyone sees me as an artistic creative person when I couldn’t even make art for myself. Yatoras journey after getting into art school was me. Everyone seemed to know what they wanted to do at some capacity. Surrounded by people with years of experience and mountains of motivation. But what was I? Why was I there? Why am I making art?
there are moments in the manga that are very practical. They show the artistic method and all that. They show the practical way about art and the artistic process. The ways that make it look so easy. That you can just make art. That it’s so simple to create something.
And then it’s not that easy.
it really isn’t
And then I get stuck again.
I make one good piece.
And then I don’t make any more art.
Anyone can do what I can.
Maybe.
Actually no.
No they can’t.
And so I stopped reading Blue Period and stopped making art. And then I made art again. And I really liked it. It’s fun. I’m so happy when I make something. When it turns out well or I try something new. It’s exhilarating. For 6 months. 6 months I could make art and be proud of it.
And then I read Blue period again. And all these emotions came flooding back. Everything I made up until that point was worthless garbage. I actually had a panic attack after reading a few chapters. It’s kinda funny in a way. I’m so disturbed by this manga because of how much of it is me. But I have to move on.
I don’t think I’ll ever finish this manga. I don’t think I can. Not if I don’t want to lose an important part of me. So overall its art style and story telling is a 9.7/10. Would recommend for people who only appreciate art.
in full bloom
yatoyota + a yotasuke screencap redraw ✿
yes, i definitely recommend reading blue period <3
i was supposed to color them but! i decided to scrap it because my program screwed up again and it got rid of my progress to redraw yotasuke’s outfit :’)
initially, i had him in beast!atsushi’s outfit because i thought it suit him better?? but that immediately changed when i just kept drawing him in aku’s outfit so ill just redraw them someday
feel free to request abt these silly boys <3 dunno if i should expand the crossover universe yet
couldn’t help but draw my boys for a school project
sskk!ytyt au; after battle shenanigans alternatively; listen i just want them to cuddle
yotasuke tries to beat the gay allegations
credits to incorrectblp on twt for the inspo!
bonus (from the first panel):
i was inspired by @yotasukekun‘s tag:
i was rlly tempted to draw yota smacking other characters but i?? didn’t know??? who yotasuke would genuinely smack other than yatora and hashida
so you get cozy yotasuke bonding with his classmates in general instead
“no matter what i draw, it’s my art”
I've been really normal about them lately ☝️😋💥💯
Btw sorry my camera is really bad it has been through some shit 💀
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randoms manga icons
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I couldn't find birthday icons for them🥺 (@sadieshouko )
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[Blue Period Official Art]
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