Well, here it is…tagging this is going to be a hassle! Hmmm…oh, I’d like to also give credit to @seiyuunotabi for providing some of the twitter links I wasn’t aware of, as well as stalkerofseiyuu on wordpress who had most of the twitter accounts already saved on her page. Anyone who’s a fan of seiyuu should DEFINITELY check her page out. It’s worth giving it a go! Oh, if any twitter account is incorrect, please do let me know and I’ll fix it. Also, if anyone has any other to contribute or add, go right ahead. And if any account is no longer in use, please do not hesitate to correct me! Enjoy!
Since I’ve already made a list of male seiyuu birthdays, which can be found HERE, and a seiyuu twitter list, which can be found HERE, AND a seiyuu blog list found HERE, AND FINALLY a guide to seiyuu pseudonyms used for BL Games, found HERE, I thought why not a list of Seiyuu Nicknames commonly used to address these wonderful and talented individuals? If you’re new to the seiyuu/anime industry in 2015, I hope this guide will help those of you to understand who’s talking about whom! Well, here it is:
Akira Ishida: Akki/Aa-san
Aoi Shota: Shou-tan
Atsushi Abe: Beshi/Abeshi
Atsushi Kisaichi: Ki-chan/Akkun
Chihiro Suzuki: Chii-chan
Daisuke Hirakawa: Hirarin/ Onii-chan
Daisuke Kishio: Daisaku/ Dai-chan/ Kisshii
Daisuke Namikawa: NamiDai
Daisuke Ono: OnoD/ Onodi
Daisuke Sakaguchi: DADA/Dai-chan
Fumihiko Tachiki: FumiTachi
Hideo Ishikawa: Hide/ Hide-san
Hikaru Midorikawa: Midorin/ Midorikawa-sensei/ Green River Light/Hikki
*Special credit to seiyuunotabi for providing most of the information; all nicknames compiled from various sources online. Also, if a name is blank, it’s because I was unsure or unable to find a nickname that has been applied to the particular seiyuu. Of course, if anyone knows or wishes to correct a nickname or inform that I’ve forgotten someone, do let me know. Otherwise, I do hope it helps for the future.
Well, Akemashite Omedetou Gouzaimasu, Minna Or HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!
Summary: The three times you realize you love Tetsurou, and the fourth where you finally say it. A redefinition of the love that came to you, unanswered.
Characters/Pairings: Kuroo Tetsurou, You, (Miya Atsumu comes on ch 2)
Warnings/ Genre: Mentions of alcohol (beer?), tattooed!Kuroo, Angst, Unrequited Love, Healing, Slice of Life
Word Count: 3.2k
a/n: I felt some things last night and thought about some songs, so therefore here is an angst that is near and dear to my heart.
[Part 1] | Part 2 | Epilogue | Bonus
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The first time the thought came to you was at age 13. You didn’t know what love was, never really felt it before, but as you stared at the way he hid behind his bangs and shuffled closer to his black jacket- you felt it. The first tap on your heart, first flutter of the butterflies, and the first kisses of an oncoming blush blooming onto the apples of your cheeks.
At thirteen, Kuroo Tetsurou said his hellos through cheeky smiles and light laughter. When he didn’t have volleyball, he’d be seated next to you in your orchestra class sharing a music stand, and engaging in small talk. He scoffed at your weird jokes, but he looked straight at you when you talked about your day.
You remember thinking about him in the school bus on the way home.
synopsis: it’s supposed to be simple. the author made the curtains blue because he liked the color blue, so sakusa’s more confused than anything when you come into his life and challenge that thought.
characters: sakusa kiyoomi, you
genre/warnings: tw: character death, hurt/slight comfort, angst lol, head empty just a bunch of talking n metaphors i think
wc: 1.7k+
a/n: xave this is all ur fault; i’m supposed to be in my pajamas now watching henry cavil interviews yet here we are with an angst,,,i kid, ily too much ;w;
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“Why does the author color the curtains blue?”
The answer can be as simple as it could be complex. But really, it’s all subjective.
In one perspective, blue could depict the author’s use of imagery to further emphasize and convey the atmosphere of sadness—if the story was, well, sad. A somber shade of blue—like the color the world associated with sadness, or even a deep midnight blue, like the void the author must have felt when he spiraled down after the story’s climax.
Summary: Marriage with Wakatoshi felt natural, until, eventually, it didn’t. A story about how love can sometimes be met through those that have been lost.
Characters: Ushijima Wakatoshi, You, + surprise character that has no name sorry
Warnings/Genre: No warnings! Angst, Slice of Life, Fluff(?) but tbh mostly angst
Word Count: 3.8k
a/n: This one is for my late mother, because I have been missing you lately. Hope you read this from the other side.
sakusa was the kind of man you had always dreamt of.
the two of you met at 18 — or you could say; the two of you knew each other’s existence, at least.
sakusa was a quiet guy, and neither of you had friends in common or knew someone from each other’s circle. but, somehow, and although you weren’t expecting it, sakusa recognized you one day, in the middle of the hallway while you were on your way to one of your classes. the two of you studied at the same university (you had known long ago, sakusa was quite the popular guy; but as for him, you didn’t have any idea, and until then, you could’ve sworn he completely ignored your existence).
you never expected for the two of you to hit it off. you weren’t the friendly type, nor were you shy, but, although studying in the same establishment since kids, sakusa had never looked your way, and you never expected him to.
you were quick to find out he wasn’t that oblivious of your existence like he’d tricked you into thinking.
sakusa was a passionate guy. you knew that already, but, when it came to love, he had no limits. it was hard to explain, really, and you’re sure if any of your school classmates found out about sakusa and his mysterious love ways, they would roll their eyes and call you crazy. but it didn’t matter, because they didn’t need to know just how much sakusa loved you, because that love and passion was only for you to feel.
you didn’t date for long before he was on one knee, with a velvet box that could’ve come out of a movie. you cried, and so did he, a little, although he always says he didn’t essentially cry.
and god, was there more of him, and this enormous love he seemed to have for you? you’d be surprised.