#クィーン

[atsushi-egami]

クィーン

[showamagicalgirls]

I’ve recently been diving into the work of Leiji Matsumoto (松本零士) more than I have in the past. He influenced so many things, but I don’t think he had a major, direct impact on the Showa majokko trope. Still, there are two connections I might point to, and one of them is through his adventuring heroine pictured here, Queen Emeraldas (クィーン・エメラルダス). She’s definitely in the mix of Japanese female hero figures that predated the Heisei boom magical girls warrior stories.

[myxbxsidexlifexfourxseasons]

クィーンの塔 横浜税関 みなとみらい 光芒

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2021年11月下旬 撮影

[mediaomnivore]

This weekend I read the first fifth of Queen Emeraldas (クィーン・エメラルダス), Vol. 1 by Leiji Matsumoto (松本零士) which debuted in 1978.

[ashitakaxsan]

Creator Leiji Matsumoto Died

It’s been many years since I watched the anime movie Arcadia of My Youth,by director Tomoharu katsumata.I remember with fondness this movie.So it hit me hard when I read that the Legendary Creator  Leiji Matsumoto died,on February 13 .

   The prolific man was born with the given name Akira in 1938 at Kurume City,Fukuoka Prefecture, and he debuted as a manga artist in 1953 with Michibachi no Bōken (Honeybee's Adventure) while he was still in high school.   After graduating high school, he moved to Tokyo and became popular in the 1950s as a shōjo manga creator under a pen name. He then adopted his most famous pen name, Leiji Matsumoto, in 1965.

 His notable works include Space Pirate Captain Harlock, Galaxy Express 999, and Queen Emeraldas — all of which inspired multiple anime or live-action adaptations — and he contributed designs and created the tie-in manga for Space Battleship Yamato. He also supervised animated music videos for French electronic pop group Daft Punk's Discovery album, and the videos were strung together into the INTERSTELLA 5555 film. His designs and works have influenced multiple generations of artists around the world.

Below Emeralda

In 2001 Matsumoto was awarded the "Medal with Purple Ribbon" honor, and in 2010 he was awarded with the "Order of the Sacred Treasure, Gold Rays with Rosette." In 2012 he received the Chevalier de l'Ordre des Arts et des Lettres (Knight of the Order of Arts and Letters) decoration from the French government.

Matsumoto was hospitalized in Turin, Italy in November 2019,  but his condition eventually stabilized the following day. The Asahi Shimbun newspaper reported that it was suspected that he had a stroke at the time of his collapse and that he was in serious condition. He was discharged that December.

My conclusion

The man was an outstanding Creator who made his dream Real.He was making mechanical designs that varieded from sleek warships(inspired by early 20th century dreadnoughts) to fantastical space trains.he created marvelous space opera series,with supporters even today. His characters similarly ranged from cartoonish or caricatured designs to grounded, realistic figures.To me he’s a Great Sensei,who died proud for brilliant manga,anime he crafted:)

[fey-t-ff]

[meowmoedotcom]

我が家の猫の上下関係 【メインクーン】【マンチカン】 Hierarchical relationship of my cat #shorts

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[mahonofude]

一粒一粒、描きたして行きます

こちらは「安芸クィーン」の水彩画

秋に実りを迎える今の姿

ブドウはもう何度もいろいろな種類を描いていますが

何しろ、同じ粒は一つもない

だから、一粒づつ辛抱強く筆を進めていく

最後にポチッとお尻の点を加えると

ブドウらしさが増す気がする。

ストックイラスト販売中

[siim-tv]

【コスチューム】見習い忍者の服

目次 ▼【グラクロ】【コスチューム】見習い忍者の服の基本情報 ▼【グラクロ】【コスチューム】見習い忍者の服のステータス ▼【グラクロ】【コスチューム】見習い忍者の服の着用可能キャラ ▼【グラクロ】【コスチューム】見習い忍者の服の評価 【コスチューム】見習い忍者の服の基本情報 部位 衣装 レアリティ UR 入手方法 神器ショップ 価格 セット￥1600 【コスチューム】見習い忍者の服のステータス 防御力＋180 クリティカル耐性＋3％ クリティカル防御＋2％ 【コスチューム】見習い忍者の服の着用可能キャラ 【クィーンの後継者】フィーロ 【コスチューム】見習い忍者の服の評価 フィーロの新コスチュームセット 盾の勇者コラボ第1弾でキャラ実装されていたフィーロの新コスチュームセットが販売中。今回のコラボリターンズガチャからも排出されるキャラなので、もっていない人も狙っ…

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京急平和島駅界隈 ランチのラーメン髭さんでの食事の帰り道、西口高架下を散策。すでに信濃路平和島店跡地は更地になっていますが、こちらはまだまだ廃墟？ながら健在でございます。 . Coffee クィーン、宝ストアー、気になりますぞ。それとこのカフェバーはいつ出来たのかなと。 . ホルモン、焼肉のパイ一やは年内にも訪ねたいですぞー。 . #京急平和島駅 #coffeeクィーン #宝ストア #パイ一や (京浜急行平和島駅) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl8jTu_y0lv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[rohisato]

【作戦成功！】Alien Quest EVE gameplay18 / A successful operation (エイリアンクエストイブの...

[yandere-toons]

Toga Himiko | ブラッド・クィーン

Warning: strong and bloody violence.

Word Count: 2.127

Artwork: Akiyama Yoco's first illustration for Toga.

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Death's ghost rained down in fine red embers, bringing with it the smell of a hundred knives rusting deep within fly-torn flesh.

A mist of blood, nearly steaming on cheeks aflame with heat, clothed the muscles so taut in her neck. The fill of her stomach took a leap and a bound, aflutter and twitching, like a bird fraught with excitement.

Thump after thump drew blood flush over her skin, matched the pounding of drums in her heart, slipped along her mouth at every breath, danced bittersweet on the end of her tongue.

The music of dreams carried on the blood-wind, singing of what it was to languish beneath the stars in decades past.

For a while, you sat and listened, fingers dug in round the edge of the armrest, knuckles sharp against skin.

The gramophone beside an open window stuttered for a moment, as if struggling to perform its duty in the face of the room’s two living occupants. The eerie echo of the distant singer, of a time long since passed, seemed almost to sedate you. In contrast to her, so animated and audible, the music seemed so rhythmic, blending into other sounds of the night, cancelling out all else.

All else, that is, except her. She glided over and around the mangled forms scattered throughout the room. Some almost seemed alive, displaying occasional twitches of stress from their agonizing last moments, whereas others seemed little more than lumps of twisted meat, stinking and splattered. A giggle, authentic and dripping with joy, reached your ears.

She didn’t mind the macabre display, and neither did you. There was intimacy in the scene, even if hidden and shamefully unappreciated. Not long ago, the desiccated husks were full of life, bemoaning their fates, casting aspersions against yourself, one another, and her as you’d made your way around the room, making selections together. None of them could properly resist, of course, and so the two of you could, and did, take your time.

The gramophone stuttered again, and you cast a quick glance at the machine, less out of curiosity and more out of annoyance. That made for a second stutter within the same song. You took a mental note to adjust the machine afterwards, and your eyes returned to her. The moonlight cast a small shadow of her upon the wall, and you wondered for a moment if she had noticed its diminutive size or if she remained lost in her bliss.

She squealed as her boots stomped a gore pulp beneath them, the squelching reminiscent of a watermelon splatting against the ground. Dollops of blood flew, and within another motion, both her boots and legs had received a fresh coat of crimson. Her eyes shined like freshly minted coins as she revealed a toothy grin, and she ran her tongue over sharpened teeth that resembled fangs. Yes, clearly, she was enjoying herself amid the gruesome redecoration of the room.

She twirled once more, and her eyes fixated upon you as you rose from the chair. You approached her softly, but intently, and she wouldn’t look away. Tucking her hands behind her back, as if suddenly bashful, her eyes travelled the length of you. Her movement slowed, but her smile remained. Tenderly, you extended a hand towards her, your eyes never missing an opportunity to make contact with hers.

Her body stiffened; breath caught in her throat. You cocked your head, less out of confusion, and more to survey her from a different angle. The edges of your lips curled up ever-so-slightly, and with your head leaning in towards hers, she was frozen. No voices, no gurgling from the butchered wretches below, and no stuttering from the gramophone.

Her lip quivered momentarily, and you took another step forward. She could feel your hot, yet restrained, breath on her face, and you could see the rapidly developing makings of a red tinge on her cheeks. The splotches of red on her chin, the stains of bodily fluids in her formerly pristine hair, and the reeking stenches all around meant nothing. It was only the two of you, sharing a moment that only two such wayward souls could appreciate.

She shivered as your hand reached her midsection, teasing her hips lightly until it reached its intended target. Tracing blood-stained fingers and feeling out the point of a sharpened blade, you tenderly clasped hold of several of her fingers around the blade and, with eyes never leaving hers, guided her hand from behind her back to your sternum.

With mere inches of distance separating you, you placed the gore-drenched hand with the blade over your heart and, in a voice barely more audible than a whisper, blew forth a single word: Dance.

Her hand shook, and with eyes beholden to your own, she grinned from ear to ear. Nodding, she pressed herself against your chest, the knife locked between two grasps as though it were a child in need of protection. Her other hand surreptitiously made its way to your side, and yet the motion garnered no reaction from you.

She sighed, and you laid your other arm about her back, drawing her closer. The gramophone performed its duties, and the rest of the world fell away as the two of you traversed the room, deliberately yet fluidly. The sporadic squelches, the scratching of boots against solid floors, and the blow of the wind served only to bring serenity to the both of you.

It was an intimacy and affection few could imagine and even fewer could experience; it was one Toga Himiko shared deep in the nights of you.

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After what seemed like only a moment, the two of you had made your way across the room more than once. The moonlight, shining through a precious few windows, continued to illuminate the scene, even as the night grew darker and a fresh chill entered the air. The corpses had taken on much larger shadows, and though none twitched as they had previously, the light seemed to pass about them, throwing intriguing shapes upon the floors and walls behind.

Toga hummed, buried in your chest, face no longer visible under that bloody mess of hair. She didn’t seem to mind that, in the motion, your hand had won against hers for the primary grip on her vaunted knife. It was your fingers that kissed the slick steel, even as hers remained tightly, but not painfully, clenched along the grip. While she couldn’t bring herself to fully let go of the object, she was content to share it with you, and you were content to share it with her.

Your formerly coordinated motions slowed to a halt. The two of you seemed to be sharing an extended hug more than anything else, and as she raised her head, a creak uttered from somewhere else in the room.

In an instant, you were separated, and Toga shot her head sideways, scanning the area for any threats. You mirrored her approach, intent to ferret out and eradicate whatever had interrupted your bliss, but on further observation, nothing revealed itself.

Motionlessly, silently, you both waited, eyes and ears attuned to the most minute disturbances, and still, nothing. Toga, peering upon the carnage with seemingly fresh eyes, noticed a more full-bodied corpse toward the center of the room. The quarry had not been easy to pacify from the hunting ground, and his size made the drag to the room more difficult than expected.

She pounced on the offending mass of flesh, back turned to you, but just as passionate and animated as ever. She straddled the corpse, skirt partially hiked, legs planted on either side: there stirred in Toga a warmth throughout her body. She spared the corpse below a glance, as though he might revive to cheer this opportunity, and buried the knife in his chest cavity one final time. The fool’s glazed-over eyes offered nothing save for the lingering imprint of his final terror.

As she plunged the blade from its target, dead sinew tore, and blood spewed from the former captive, splattering across her chest and face, washing what had already been soaked in past excursions. The moonlight worked to augment her crimson coat, making Toga’s body shine, and as she grinned, her face seemed to absorb every photon of light in the room. The knife was again doused, its temporary reprieve resting against your chest forgotten.

You approached, transfixed on her exquisite form, heaving with exertion and bolstered by excitement. Your boots crunched the severed fingers of another offering, even as your eyes remained centred on her within your approach. Witnessing such fervour was a treat, but enabling it, and being so proximate to it, that was a delicacy to be savoured.

Breath shook out of her, then rose anew, before she flung herself close, again tucking her head underneath your chin, with hair loosely tied and frayed about your vision; both hands came upon a shoulder, where, one by one, the nail of each finger drove deeper, encouraged by the sweet longings of a crooner, frightened by the lightest sway of your body.

Without yielding an inch, you gently removed the tensed, clasping fingers from your punctured tissue. You continued to pry one finger at a time from its familiar destination, and with your touch, Toga shivered, eyes not daring to meet your piercing gaze. She pressed herself deeper into your chest, hot breath palpable through the ripped fabric guarding your newly bleeding form. You offered a slight push, less for easier access to your fresh wound than to attain renewed sight of Toga’s expressive face.

A flash of fire erupted in your shoulder. Cold lips of steel once again pierced cloth and flesh, a kiss upon bone, turned warm under a stream of red.

A blood-strip flew to the lower portion of your eyelid; and for a moment of complete instinct, you squinted, barely a twitch and nothing more.

Toga, with her face at last visible, watched as though she might cry, bright eyes fogging over to something like molten bronze. “Take my blood,” she breathed, giving out a piece of herself in ways long held inside, “We can share the pain!”

She detached from you and, gasping, took the knife to her palm; or, rather, the blade of the knife swung low at a centre vein when you caught it, fingers wrapping the serrated edge. Blood colder than steel leaked forth to the ground. Each plop, each scattering of a blood-ball transfixed Toga a little more, the spell broken only at the wisp of a word from your mouth.

No, and the thrumming of her pulse stilled. Toga set the golden light of her eye upon you, seeming a curious child than anything wicked.

Crimson fluid oozing from between your sliced fingers, you stepped forward, towering over the paralyzed Toga. Once again, your eyes did not break from hers, and she could not stop her knees from shaking, bending inward as if they suddenly couldn’t bear her slight frame any longer. With liquid dripping between the two of you, you stretched an arm across her waist and behind her back.

All she could do was utter a squeak before she once again was pulled into your leering form. Neither one of you said a word as she settled, her immediate tension from the surprise contact melting when she realized its intention. She purred, low and sultry, yet aside from a turn of her head to allow her ears closer to your chest, she remained stationary.

The whole of one ear pressed to your heart, a low beating of something far away, enough to stay living and no more. Against the still of your body, Toga's heart pounded forth as if to join the two.

There the two of you stayed, once more locked in one another’s embrace. The sacrificial flesh scattered, defiled, and eviscerated across the floor, the walls, and even traces on the ceiling were nothing. The droplets of blood flowing from your shoulder were nothing, simply a weakness of the body. The stenches filling your nose, the memories of screams and mutilation that played in the back of your mind, the urge to snuff out the warmth of life so close to you—all had been replaced with serenity.

The terror of the departed flesh served its purpose. The experience you both shared with them was distinctive, but the intimacy shared with Toga was singular. So few could understand that you had found each other. None of the flesh could appreciate that their screams, their cries, their entreaties, all of it served a purpose they couldn’t imagine. Toga could, though, and you would share it with her for the rest of your days together.

Another, she whispered.

[minato-division03]

Queen Card

“Obsessed by fairytales, we spend our lives searching for a door and a lost kingdom of peace.”

Character Information

Japanese: クィーン カード

Romaji: Kuīn Kādo

MC Name: Queen Card

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 23

Birthday: October 26

Star sign: Scorpio

Blood type: O

Occupation: stage magician, detective

Division: Minato

Team: R.I.P Märchen

Height: 175 cm (5’9) / 181 cm with heels (5’11)

Weight: 48 kg (105 lb.)

Hair color: violet, periwinkle, lilac

Eye color: rose red

V/A: Yū Shimamura

Rap voice: Ailee

Stage actor: Snow Kong

Appearance

Queen Card is a slim yet curvy young woman who is of above-average height and has snow-white skin. She covers her rose-red eyes with a silver blind mask she built herself, which shape is reminiscent to that of petals. She has wavy hip-length hair that gradients from violet to periwinkle and lilac. She takes small sections from the sides of her hair and pins them back.

She wears a black bustier with two types of sleeves: balloon sleeves and elbow-length sleeves with extended hems. Her full dress has gold embellishments along her bust, midriff, and she wears a hip piece that separates her bustier from an ankle-length asymmetrical skirt. She accessorizes with long, black gloves with a finger loop that hooks around the middle finger and a gold ring for each loop, gold anklets, and a silver thread earring with a sword-shaped charm on her left ear. She completes her look with a black and gold thigh-high boots and a black cloak held together with gold beads.

Personality

Queen Card is a regal, theatrical, confident, proud, and somewhat of an eccentric character who presents herself as a queen-like persona who stands above the crowd. Her mannerisms are refined and her spoiled nature emphasizes this due to her aspiring to be like European royalty. She speaks with formal Japanese at all times, even with people she’s close to. She is described to be incredibly charismatic and alluring on stage, captivating the audience with her fantastical flair. While she is idolized onstage by her audience, her employees (and at times, even her own teammates) find her haughtiness to be overbearing and irritating, though they know her it is rightfully placed and they still look up to her.

She has a strong presence, but also holds back on any chain of reasoning for detective cases, never revealing her logic or only giving cryptic hints until the very end, when she can explain all of her theories and deductions. Queen Card is willing to break laws in order to solve a case, such as lying to the police, hiding evidence, or breaking into private homes and properties.

Because of her immense understanding of the human brain and emotions, despite her level of self-importance, she is incredibly empathetic for victims and her allies. She showcases mischievousness and kindness towards her allies, in her own unconventional way. 

Abilities

Her rap ability, Open Book, allows her to force her opponents to relive memories or intensify their emotions after cold-reading them.

Trivia

Queen Card is ambidextrous.

She likes apples, bicycle cards, and fairytales while she dislikes loud noises, strong smells, and mundanity.

Her favorite food is quiche while her least favorite food is anything in the mollusk family.

The inspiration behind Queen Card’s name is that the Queen Card, in several card games, is a major card to avoid taking, with each queen taken inflicting a penalty on the player.

She takes great pride in the fact that she builds all of her stage and magic props herself.

It is revealed that in the 2022 birthday event, Queen Card often invites her employees to dinner after her shows as gratitude for their hard work.

In Memories of the Damned — Track 2, it is revealed that the Queen employs prisoners who have been released from prison and cannot find work due to their criminal records. In return for their hard work they provide for her detective agency and mentalist shows, she provides them and their loved ones protection as well as monetary compensation. Protection from what, that has yet to be revealed.

[doublegroovesite]

DOUBLE Naked couture for the night 素肌にまとう究極のオート・クチュールたち 「ROCK THE PARTY」で新たなるステージへの扉を開いたダブルがスタイリスト・亘つぐみさん、ネイリスト・HIROさんと真夜中のためのオート・クチュールを提案。官能的な夜をテーマにした新曲「Call me」とともにネイキッド・ビューティを堪能あれ。

Nudie✕Tribal DOUBLE の爪だからこそできた、新しいオーバル・クチュール スクウェアなスカルプチャーにゴテゴテしたアクセサリーをつけるのは、自身のない子供のようだと思いませんか？丹念に手入れされた健康的な爪に、ほんのりとヌーディーなカラーを敷き、まるで浮き出るかのようなレーシーなトライバルをアート。Vulgarならではの引き算で見せるエレガントな装いこそ、素肌とマッチする真夜中のためのビューティなのです。

とろけるようなアイスクリームみたいにスイートに

ホワイト✕ホワイトで作る ロング・ヌーディー・エレガンス これぞ究極！！まずはヌーディーなホワイト・ベージュを塗り、根本に更にホワイトを。仕上げに粒子の細かいグリッターを一度塗れば最高にリッチなロング・ネイルの完成です。DOUBLE のサンタン・スキンとも相性抜群。口元は最新流行の深紅のリップで男性をドキッとさせてしまいましょう。

贅沢な夜にこそふさわしい、 小指だけのストーン使い 指先に新しいニュアンスを探している方へオススメしたい、とっておきのネイルを最後に。例えば他の指をヌーディなホワイト単色でカラーリングし、小指だけにピンキーネイルをつけるのはいかが？すべての指だとトゥーマッチになりかねない赤のラインストーン使いが、とびきりファッショナブルなアクセントに早変わり。足の爪はラインストーンに合わせて赤のエナメル使いをするとよりエレガントな印象に。

光によって表情を変える、 孔雀の羽のような瑠璃色ネイル うすいヌーディなペイル・ブルーを贅沢に三度塗り、その上からさらに濃いブルーを二度塗ってから、あえて半乾きの時にリムーバーでこすると、下のカラーが浮き出てくるという、立体的なカラーリングを施したネイル。楽曲によってイメージが変わるDOUBLE のように、光の当たり方や角度によって印象が変わり謎めいた指先を演出してくれる。

DOUBLE　Interview for girls 夢を与える職業だからこそ、DOUBLEの瞬間は美しくありたいと思っているのです DOUBLEのニュー・シングル「Call Me」は超絶クールなフロア・チューン。 彼女がR&Bクィーンと呼ばれる所以。そしてその気概を示した極めて中毒性の高いマスターピースだ。また、今回は特別にWOOFIN'girlの読者へ向けてDOUBLEがビューティへのこだわりや メソッドを優しく伝授、これは必読だ!! ● HIP HOPとしても機能するドープなダンストラックになりましたね。 ○ 現在のポップス・シーンの中ではかなりマニアックな内容になっていると思うんですけど(笑)。これこそ「私が好きなのはこれです!」と言える作品。今作を通じて私が本来、〈コアな部分を持っている〉ということをみなさんに知っていただきたい、という気持ちもあったのですが。それ以上に「Call Me」 がシングル としてリリースされるという事実の方が遥かに重要なことだと私は思っています。 ● 古今東西、男女の恋の駆け引きを描いたフロ ア・チューンは無数にあるけど、「あと少しなのに/ 二人の事どうするつもり?」という女の子の気持ちを代弁したリリックには脱帽!! ○ でも、そういうシチュエーションって実際にあると思うし、女性としては「最後はあなたから言って」 みたいな気持ちもあるじゃないですか(笑)。 で、「あなたがもしもシングルだったら電話してね」というのがリリックのテーマ。 実際、 私自身が男性と出会ってすぐに電話番号を渡すタイプではないですし、立場上、それを実行するのは抵抗があるので(笑)。 実は、ちょ っとした、 私の願望がここには秘められているんです。 ● 今回のPVには、DOUBLEさんがイケメンに名刺を渡すシーンが収録されていたり、と。 ストーリー仕立ての内容になっている点が魅力的! ○ 初めて演技に挑戦したのですが、 女優という職業がいかに大変か、痛感させられましたね(笑)。 それと、今回のダンスの振りつけは、 ブリトニー・スピアー ズなども手掛ける振付師にお願いしたんですけど、ダンスも過去のPVの中で一番難しかったんです。 ● このPVのためにLAでオーディションしたというプロのバックダンサーに匹敵するダイナミックなダンスは必見。 DOUBLE さん、とても日本人には見えませんね。 ○ みなさん、そうおっしゃいますね(笑)。 LAで撮影したことも功を奏して、向こうの質感��空気感が巧く出たPVになりました。 あと、今までは素の部分を出さないようにしてきたのですが、「Call Me」のメイキン グでは素顔に近い自分を出している点もポイントです。 ● 今まで素を出さないようにしてきたわけとは? ○ 夢を与える職業柄、表に出る時は美しくありたいと思っているのですが、基本的に仕事とプライヴェー トの区別をつけたいタイプなんですよね。そんな私が目指しているのは、瞬間の美。 ドラァグ・クィーンにも通じるような、表に出るその瞬間だけ綺麗になる、ということを心掛けているんです。 ● そんなDOUBLEさんのビューティに対するこ だわりとは? ○ メイク以外は基本的に見た目がナチュラルなモノを選ぶようにしているんです。例えばネイルにおいても、なるべくスカルプチュアを使わないで、自爪にアートを施していますし。 ● そこまでナチュラルにこだわる理由とは? ○ 第一にそれをして自分自身が居心地が悪いのが嫌なんです。今はいろいろな技術も発達しているので、自分のアイディアと工夫次第で、美しく見せるのは可能なことだと思うんです。実際、私は何もしなくても良いというほど容姿端麗なわけでもないし、ましてやナイスバディを持っているわけでもないけれど。 一体、どういう風にすればDOUBLEとして美しく綺麗に見せることができるのか、というのを常日頃から、 そして時には寝る間も惜しんで研究に励んでいるんです。その努力とアイディアをとっておきの瞬間に発揮できる集中力。もしかしたら、それこそが私の生まれながらの才能なのかもしれません。

[mediaomnivore]

I’m very much enjoying Queen Emeraldas (クィーン・エメラルダス) from Leiji Matsumoto (松本零士).

[sorcjapan]

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