#riku Tazumi

[pomurai-npuff]

You cannot tell me that stream regarding Selen's termination was not deliberately scheduled at the same time as Doki's stream. A bit shady and fucked up for them to do so. Very disappointed that ANYCOLOR would tell three of their livers to address the situation instead of management doing it themselves. I feel bad for Elira, Vox, and Ike for having to speak out on the situation on behalf of ANYCOLOR. It shouldn't be the livers job to address legal issues of a company.

edit: Doki was ready to move on from the situation, for ANYCOLOR/Nijisanji management to pull this stunt WHILE Doki was streaming was beyond rude and fucked up. They knew they were on the losing side, so they felt like if they addressed their "side" of the situation, they'd probably win. As much as still have respect for the livers, this situation is going to stain ANYCOLOR and haunt them.

edit 2: Again, do not harass the livers. They're just doing what they're told to do. If sources are correct, Tazumi is going to release a video regarding the situation. Keep in mind that there are only so many things the livers can LEGALLY say on stream. You are not helping the situation by spreading hate.

[isahome]

Riku Tazumi will lose all his money over his greed

Like to charge, reblog to cast ffs

[helshollowhalls]

There is also an AI cover sung by a Riku Tazumi AI-

[mayday396]

So I just found out Selen and Kyo have "graduated" from Nijisanji EN...HOLY SHIT

I don't blame Vox and Elira for reading the Scripted message from Nijisanji cause they probably want to keep their Jobs as much as possible because Finances and Elira is in Japan working on her Visa.They are just trying to protect they are also trying to protect own livelihoods as much as possible.

[indigojacket]

Give this company a "YIKES" for their PR.

This company can always suprises us by selfsabotaging itself the most.

[vtuberconfessions]

We should start photoshoping devil horns on Tazumi's head, just like the gaming community did with Bobby Kotick (an actual devil and formerly of Activision Blizzard). It would also be quite a kicker if he then complains that it would cause problems whenever he uses dating apps.

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[thechaoticplayer]

my breakfast ❤️

blended riku tazumi

That's gross why would u even want to drink that piece of shit 🤢

[affymoon]

Seeing Nijisanji's downfall in realtime is something else man. How does a company fuck up THIS BADLY. Now I'm starting to get the feeling that Alban was actually being kinda serious when he joked about being broke that one time... Also not surprised tho. The red flags have existed for aaages. We've just been looking past em for the sake of our talents. Now that they themselves are showing how fucked up the company is to them though. The agency might as well be done for. It's a shame too, there's so many genuinely good people in the agency. Like Uki and Fulgur off the top of my head are some of the most supportive and kind internet celebs out there and you can tell they're genuine from their very mannerisms and how they treat other people at all times.

Might as well just let all of niji graduate at this point. Move on to Vshojo or Idol or literally anything else

Anyways all y'all dragoons go subscribe to Dokibird, she deserves the world for what that shithole of an agency did to her.

[lostyth]

background practice # 1

my other socials! Twitter (pretty more active here) Pixiv Instagram and more!

[khattikeri]

nijisanji making another tweet clarifying they only shared those Sealed Legal Documents with a few livers who happened to be named in them... when doki's legal documents were about "bullying within the company"... and then having the people involved livestream a corpo statement reading plus their own sad thoughts about it... you mean to tell me that For Sure elira vox enna millie and ike(?) are implicated in that document? for bullying selen? ok nijisanji

[luvxiem]

thinking about. luxiem kkomas. throws them into my air fryer

[pomurai-npuff]

I was not expecting Tazumi to speak in English lmao

I thought they'd just have him talk in Japanese and there'd just be English subs

Haven't watched the video yet...

[sillyprettyfairy]

Like genuinely the whole Luca thing is making me sick and angry. How do you hire someone with two sexual harassment allegations BEFORE they join your company and then get more AFTER the fact. And then to find out Aster has allegations too that haven't been addressed. Like there's so much insane information that came from this document I'm so fucking shocked nijien is still staying afloat. It has be held together by a single rubber band and a glue stick because atp I really do hope the entire branch falls apart and disbands. And I hope Uki is able to exit most unscathed and in good mental and physical health because I can only imagine how it must feel to be working for a company like this.

[rizzyu]

hey there! could i request luxiem reacting to their s/o cosplaying as them or one of their alter egos? :) thanks!♡♡

When You Cosplay As Them

Pairing: Vox, Mysta, Luca, Ike, Shu x gn! reader

Category: Fluff, slightly suggestive if you squint hard enough

Warning: Uhhhh slight cursing in Mysta’s, mentions of exposed chests and smol waists, pet names

Summary: If you’re braindead and didn’t understand the title, this is how the Luxiem members react to you cosplaying as them stoopid :)

A/N: thx for the requeeeeeeeeeeeeeest I wanna cosplay as shuey shu :3

Vox Akuma

As you step out of the changing room, Vox’s eyes widened at the sight of you in the white suit and red shirt identical to his own. And just like his, your black and red hair was sprayed over your shoulders. You looked away from him, blushing, as you were worried about what his reaction would be. “Darling, don’t be shy, look at me.” Your beloved demon walked over and lifted your chin, making you face him. Your red eyeliners and golden lenses were displayed clearly for him to see. “Holy Riku Tazumi, you look so hot.” You felt your face heat up at his comments. Vox chuckled at your reaction and leaned in to peck you on your lips. “See? No need to be shy, you look stunning. I’ll have to take a photo later.”

Mysta Rias

“HOLY SHIT-” Mysta’s lips were left agape, and his eyes got so wide when you walked into you and his shared bedroom wearing a cosplay of him. You were dressed in the orange patterned shirt, white pants, and the fox beret similar to his. You had one hand on your waist, the other lowering your orange sunglasses, showing him your turquoise lenses while slightly sticking your tongue out. Your cleavage was also slightly revealed by the orange shirt. Mysta was ready to just cross his arms over his chest and pass out right there. Why do you look so beautiful?? “So, what do you think?” Your question snapped Mysta out of his thoughts. Mysta lifted your taupe coloured hair to peck your forehead. “Absolutely perfect.”

Luca Kaneshiro

What’s a cleavage? Your entire chest was exposed at this point. Luca’s face immediately heated up at the sight of you in the similar looking white striped suit, dark grey shirt, and fur coat. To be honest, both of you were way too flustered right now. Luca had never seen you wear such exposed clothes, and you never had worn any. “So uhhh… do you like it..?” Luca tried to keep his composure and lifted two thumbs up. “You look so poggers babe.” You chuckled “And you were so adorable just now” You walked over to him to squish his cheeks, causing him to become a blushing mess (not that he wasn’t already). “My cute golden retriever boy” Oh man what did you do to him?

Ike Eveland

Ike leaned forward on his seat when you came out all cute looking in his cosplay. He felt like in heaven when he saw you in heels, fishnet gloves and the golden rimmed glasses. You even held a book and a quill pen by your side as props. You tucked away some of your grey-to-blue coloured hair while slightly blushing. “Heheh, your cosplay was kinda hard to put on. At least it looks good.” Dammit, how could you speak in such a sugar-coated voice while cosplaying as him? You were going to make Ike ascend. Ike walked over to you, and like the gentleman that he is, he took your hand and tenderly placed a peck on the knuckles while keeping eye contact with your golden lenses. “You look way more than good.”

Shu Yamino

“EYYYYYYYYYYYYYY” And that was the hardest Shu had ever eyy-ed before, just from looking at you in his sorcerer cosplay. As soon as you showed Shu your cosplay, it was visible that Shu was looking at your small waist bound in the black corset. “Shuey, it’s not nice to stare~” You chuckled as you managed to snap your banana boi back to reality. “O-oh! S-sorry…” Shu could only sheepishly look away blushing upon getting caught staring at your waist. You pulled him closer by the arm, close enough for you to whisper in his ear. “Don’t worry pretty boy, I often stare at your snatched waist too.” Well if that did not bring the true flustered Shu out. Broski was standing there stuttering and everything. He’s too cute you couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction. “H-hey! Not funny! You’ll be paying back later when I get to hold your snatched waist all to myself!”

[evelandscripts]

Would it Kill You?

Ike Eveland x  gn!Reader

warnings: none!

genre: fluff, mutual pining, slow-ish burn

word count: 1.9k

a/n: this is my first time posting actual fanfic on this hellsite even though i have been an avid user since 2014. slightly embarrassed that i have the nerve to lose my tumblr fanfic author virginity to luxiem but honestly it’s what riku tazumi would have wanted. enjoy! or don’t!

Ike Eveland was one of, if not the most, frustratingly charming people you had ever had the honor of crossing paths with.

You didn’t know what was worse— that he was so unaware of his own capabilities of rendering you speechless with a seemingly innocent quip, or the fact that every time he noticed that his comments had made a warmth rise to your cheeks, a fuzzy blush running across your face, he’d only smile silently and swiftly move on with the conversation. He garnered such an audacity to toy with your heart, but didn’t appear to have any interest in taking accountability for his constant teasing; if you could even call it that.

It didn’t take long for this repetitive, yet wordless back and forth to catch up to you. The novelist was taciturn, but he didn’t have to say much to leave your mind relentlessly racing with thoughts; like the time he bashfully complimented the way your sweater hugged your shoulders.

“You look—“ he paused, taking the time to assess the dipping collar of your top, choosing his words a bit too carefully, “comfy.”

Comfy? That’s it? Was he just going to ignore that behind his gold tinted frames, he nearly undressed you with his eyes? But that was Ike, a man of few words, ironic considering his many accolades as an esteemed penman. You decided you had enough of this wordless play, that if Ike really had something to say, you wanted to hear him say it with all sincerity.

He had been sitting at his writing desk since the sun had fallen, only a candle fashioned next to his ink pot to light the way for his work. He was concentrated, his mantel sliding down his shoulder after continuously shifting on the writers bench. His thumb was coated in deep sapphire liquid, no doubt the solvent he was jotting on the parchment with. You could tell he had been at it for a while, wearing a calm but tired expression. As to not startle him, you quietly ambled to his side, bending at the waist to get a better look at the novelist and the manuscript in from of him. 

He didn’t move an inch. You admired the way that the flicker of the flame bounced off his glasses, hiding the glow of his eyes for a moment before the fire twitched again, revealing their grey hue once again. You watched as his face contorted slightly as he thought of his next sentence, his lips pursing and eyebrows sinking towards one another. He brought his free hand up to his chin, scratching it a bit before returning it to the page. You wondered if he had noticed your presence, or if he was too focused on his writing to have realized your place next to the desk. 

“Hi Ike—“ you whispered, once again trying to prevent disturbing the man at work. 

“You don’t have to be so hushed, I knew you were watching me.” He returned, chewing on his lip as he continued to ponder over what word to write next. 

Your mouth fell agape, searching for a response to such a confident claim. He saw you watching him, taking in the curves of his jaw and crescent of his mouth. He knew you were standing there, but chose to let you embarrass yourself as you fawned over how perfect he looked while writing. 

“Oh.” was all you could muster out defeatedly. Although your ego had been quelled, you still sat onlooking; he was clearly untroubled by you watching him. 

He let a quick breath escape, a curve appearing on his lips.

“Cute.”

Your heart immediately plummeted to your stomach. He was doing it again, the exact thing you had decidedly put your foot down against. You straightened out your back, passing your hands over your front to smooth your shirt. You were about to turn on your heel to exit the room, when the novelist began to rustle for a moment. He had moved ever slightly to the far side of the bench, leaving just enough room for you to fit snuggly next to him. He passed you a virtuous look, before inviting you with the wave of an ink covered hand. You’d be a fool to decline the offer.

So there you sat, legs pushed against to his, his mantel enveloping your shoulder that met his own. Warmth emanated from his side, a barrier of layers upon layers of clothes failing to break the contact between you and Ike. It’d be a lie to say you weren’t nervous, or excited, or a delirious mix of both as you gulped down a choke. But he stayed put, placid, back to scribbling on the page.

As you watched the pen dance on top of the paper, a curious idea slipped into your mind. Perhaps, this was a chance for you to make him regret toying with you all this time. Evil, yes, but not ill-mannered. If anything, it was deserved. 

You started slowly, craning your neck to the side so it lay in the nook between his head and shoulder comfortably. A shivered ran down Ike’s body in response to the sudden change of position, but he quickly returned to his focused writing. You sighed, knowing it’d take a lot more to get through to him. 

Thus began your calculated escapade of cracking the novelist. You moved your hand from its place resting in your lap, snaking it over his leg and cupping your fingers around the inside of his thigh. You allowed your thumb to move freely over his pant leg, tracing the the fibers with dangerously slow movements. 

Ike stiffened at your touch, his body tense as your fingers methodically pressed against him. Still, he put on an unwavering facade, holding a tighter grip on his fountain pen as a way to gain a false sense security. He let out a dry cough before continuing his work, ignoring your attempt to break his attention.

His lack of reaction did not put a damper on your plans, though. You turned your head positioned on his shoulder to face his neck, blowing a breath of hot hair against his exposed skin. A layer of goosebumps formed underneath the layer of condensation you imposed on his neck. You could tell there were wheels turning in his head, his once fast paced writing brought to a halt with one simple exhale; bringing a smile to your lips. You let your fingers trail a bit further up his pant leg, but not far enough that he’d get any satisfaction out of your doings. Your actions were innocent enough, simply enjoying his company as he paid attention to the open book ahead of him.

It wasn’t until you heard the metal clang of a pen dropping to the hard oak desktop that you realized you may have pushed the novelist past his breaking point. He was no longer engaged in his creative pastime, rather, he shifted his torso to you with a sudden jolt, your head forcibly snapping up to face him. 

His eyes, formerly cast with the warm candlelight, were now a smokey silver, a shadow engulfing the majority of his face besides a sharp glint of light off his glasses. This time it wasn’t you with a red hue painting their face, but instead Ike was adorning a beautiful shade crimson across the bridge of his nose and tips of his ears. He looked at you coldly before breaking the silence.

“Does someone need attention? Or are you done playing a game that you are sure to lose.” He spoke snidely, confident in each word that rolled from his tongue. 

“You speak very boldly for someone who hides behind false innocence, Mr. Eveland.” You retorted, knowing very well his tactics. Play dumb, deny any wrong doing, and repeat; there was no blame to accept if he simply protested doing anything at all. 

He left his gaze unbroken, but slid his hand to meet yours. You couldn’t remember if he had ever reached out to you like this, whether or not this was the first time he had so tenderly grazed his fingers over your skin. His hand traveled from your wrist, past your lowered forearm, and landed atop the dip of your waist. Your breath hitched, but you knew better than you let it show your defense was faltering. 

“If you were feeling needy, you could have just said something.” His voice dripped with anticipation, laced with uncertainty of just how far you were willing to take this. 

“Says the one who can hardly formulate a forward compliment…I expected a lot more from someone who has such a way with written word.” You spoke leveled and confidently, nodding your head towards the half written page atop the desk. He frowned slightly, but his stare persisted.

“It seems, though, that the messages were still relayed though…am I wrong?” 

He wasn’t. You knew with every quick remark the underlying notion that Ike was aiming to reach you. It didn’t make it any less frustrating, though.

“Would it kill you to tell me how you really felt instead of leaving me to put the pieces together?”

Alright, you were definitely losing your pride a bit. In fact, you were practically pleading with him to drop the act altogether. Your tolerance of his discreet way of flirting you was reaching its peak, and you were about ready to put an end to your charade. Ike had other ideas.

He didn’t respond with words, but rather his actions. He brought his free hand up towards your face, brushing the hair against your forehead towards the side, letting it fall after his touch. His hand stayed against your face, though, cupping your cheek and resting against the slant of your jaw. His eyes softened slightly before he finally spoke up.

“Alright then.” Within the brief moment it took for you to register what he had even said, he leaned forward to plant a kiss against your lips. You melted completely into his touch, tilting into the kiss and bringing your hands up to meet the sides of his face. 

He broke away first, leaving a small gap between the two of your faces, his eyes still closed as he processed the decision he just made. You used you gentle grip on his jaw to tilt his head upwards, meeting his eyes once again. This time it was you pressing your lips into his, returning the sentiment he had just graced you with. It was sweet, it was wordless, but it spoke more than any of his writings could ever hope to communicate.

When you finally pulled away, there was nothing but a devious, grinning Ike in front of you.

“Y’know, if I had known all I had to do was kiss you to tell you how I felt, I would have done it a lot sooner” He chuckled, taking a deep inhale to recover from the lost breath.

Your face relaxed, and instead of being offended by his mockery, you gave into his toying and wrapped your arms around his shoulder, letting your body weight press against his chest. He gladly excepted your embrace, clasping his arms around your resting form.

For a novelist, he spoke plainly and reserved. Still, he found ways to let it be known his feelings; and it seems as though you may have discovered a replacement for all those sly comments he had made in attempts to reach you. 

[indigojacket]