#fujimoto shiro

[midnight-in-town]

Ao no Exorcist is a Shonen series written by a woman and it shows

Since the latest chapter, I've been thinking about how several usual Shonen tropes are written rather differently under Kato-sensei's pen. No judgement or anything, it's just cool to observe. Some examples :

1) Rin's mentor is a woman

2) Rin's secret, despite being the MC, was revealed in ch13 to the entire cast, meanwhile Shiemi, The Main Girl, who was introduced to be so helpless is only starting to be explained.

3) Also, the Mysterious plot-relevant Shonen Parent is actually the twins' mother. (Of course Shiro is super plot-relevant too, but Satan is still angsting over Yuri and she's a huge part of the reason why he's the big bad)

4) Rin also changed his view about his future throughout the story: from dropping out of school, passing by hoping to become the Order's Paladin (probably to cope with Shiro's death and also to antagonize Arthur), to finally showing way more interest and potential in the (less epic and heroic in appearance) field of talismanic cooking.

5) When it comes to arcs, mental illness is a valid reason to build a character arc around...

6) And so is making an arc about girls being "cursed" to basically "get married and have children before they hit 30, the age where their beauty fade thus they become useless" :

7) ANE is a story about women becoming traitors to protect their loved ones, like Mamushi

or becoming overwhelmed because men toyed with their feelings like Tamamo

8) Older women can be absolute badasses like Shiemi's grandma

or Lucy.

9) Complicated mother-daughter relationship and girl friendships are given as much focus as complicated father-son relationships and sweet bro friendships (like Bon and his dad during the Kyoto arc, as well as the complicated but deep bond between the Kyoto Trio)

10) And one of my favorites: full time single dad, asking for help to do the job as well as he can and finding his true purpose in life by doing so :D

Hmm and now that I think about it, the only other Shonen series written by a woman I've been as invested in is Kuroshitsuji, by Yana Toboso, and similar examples can be found in it too, namely:

1) If Ciel ever finally admits needing a mentor, his aunt Frances will probably play that role

2) Girls can be super strong & skilled (Elizabeth, Mey Rin) and clever (Sieglinde)

3) (one part of) the Big Bad is a woman (Queen Victoria)

4) maybe Ciel's entire revenge stems from a conflict between Queen Victoria and Ciel's maternal grandmother, Claudia.

5) the Undertaker has been a continuously freaking pain in the ass because he probably fell in love with that same maternal grandmother and couldn't mourn properly

TL;DR we love our boys and their spectacular growth and development under women's pens a.k.a shonen series written by ladies are hella fun to read. :D

#ao no exorcist #okumura rin #okumura yukio #fujimoto shiro #yuri egin #kirigakure shura #moriyama shiemi #kamiki izumo #kato kazue #kuroshitsuji #yana toboso #claudia phantomhive #ciel phantomhive #queen victoria #frances midford #elizabeth midford #sieglinde sullivan #mey rin #undertaker #my analysis #why you should read or watch #narratively speaking on aspects such as plot intensity and worldbuilding in manga #the best series i've read is Berserk written by Miura who's a guy and One Piece is another extremely good title #but when it comes to depth i really enjoy Kato-sensei's writing as well as Yana's #it's quite an interesting contrast in what it brings to these stories and characters and i feel very lucky to be able to read all of them

[haruzardous]

don't sexualize religious people this, don't sexualize religious people that

STFU HERE'S SHIRO IN SEXY NUN OUTFIT RAHHHHHHHHHH 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

#father fujimoto #fujimoto shiro #aoex #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #fanart #my art #anime #manga #i am an artist i can draw whatever i want #idk how to draw thunder thighs my skills are lacking #so this is the only thing y'all get

[rikan-oo]

Shiro: Hey, Yukio. Let's try these new eye drops instead of your glasses

Yukio:

Shiro: Understandable

#blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #aoex #blue exorcist manga #ane #blue exorcist meme #yukio okumura #fujimoto shiro #okumura yukio

[bakedbananners]

I’ve been thinking about Yukio’s name wayyy too much because at first it was funny that everyone kept calling him Yukiotoko when seeing his ID but then it made me sad that Yuri named him after Shiro and Yukio has such a complicated relationship with him being his father and protector but also forcing him to grow up way too fast, but also now it’s doubled back to being really funny / kinda endearing because I imagine that Shiro spelled Yukio’s name that way on purpose like some kind of inside joke

#also the fact that Yukio looks a lot like Yuri. fucked UP man #every time Shiro sees him write his name thinking ‘Does He Know…?’ #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #yukio okumura #fujimoto shiro #yuri egin

[purple-chaos-clown]

Day 9 Theme: "Scarf"

Mephisto being a bastard as always fills my heart with joy!~ 💚

I also wrote a short One-Shot for this scene:

#aoexadventcalendar23 #blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #aoex #ane #mephisto pheles #mephisto #fanart #Fujimoto Shiro

[veliamore]

im curious if maybe someone would enjoy me writing for blue exorcist , together with tbhk. I really love that anime , i've watched it like 5 times hhfjjbfd im starting the manga too. I could write for the main people like

rin

yukio

bon

shima

konekomaru

shiemi

izumo

mephisto

amaimon

shura

fujimoto ( platonic or romantic idk hjhg )

arthur

please tell me what do yall think !!

#anime #blue exorcist #ao no ekusoshisuto #blue exorcist x reader #rin okumura #yukio okumura #ryuji suguro #konekomaru miwa #shiemi moriyama #izumo kamiki #mephisto pheles #amaimon #shura kirigakure #father fujimoto #fujimoto shiro #arthur auguste angel #teruuw talks #shima renzou

[unamokkeecuatoriana]

#blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #mephisto pheles #samael ao no exorcist #samael blue exorcist #fujimoto shiro #shiro fujimoto

[megane-boys]

Today's Megane is: Fujimoto Shirou from Ao no Exorsist

#Fujimoto Shirou #fujimoto shiro #blue exorcist #ao no excorsist #todays megane #fulltime megane

[tonguetiedraven]

I think that shiro was afraid of going insane for most of his life, can u write anything about that

I have gone with angst and somehow I lost the insanity fear along the way, and I'm not sure it flows quite the way I wanted it to, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! Also it is sad. Warnings for multiple character deaths.

 — — — — —

"We've got to get out of here."

It was quite possibly the earliest thought Shirou had ever had. The need to escape the horrors he was always surrounded by. The urge to fight and run and keep running until they were free. He'd lived his entire life in one cage or another (which hadn't been a long life, but he wasn't old enough or free enough to even understand that, and people younger than him died every damn day.) But even still, he knew they were prisoners, and he knew there had to be a life outside of this. He was going to get himself and Gorou out, and he was going to do it before they joined their older siblings in that horrible silence.

"Hang on," he told Goro, flinching as they stuck another injection in him and tied them to those torturous chairs. "We're going to get out of here."

Even through the screams, he would reach for his brother and hold his hand as the agony flooded his veins. Gorou would hold on until they were separated in the tanks, and even then, his dull eyes would brighten a little when they both got out and met each other in the 'play room' for a few pain free seconds.

"We're going to get out of here," Shirou promised, and he really believed it. He had to or he'd lose it all. His mind was all he'd ever had. His body had never been his own, and that had been made known since he was a toddler. There were no early memories, because pain eventually just faded into one mass horror, incapable of being separated into moments.

But what he did have was control of his thoughts. No one could determine what he was thinking (though he made it known as often as he possibly could) and they were powerless to make him think differently. Even through the pain he could hold onto the one thought: We're getting out of here, you bastards. His mind was his own, and it had always been the only thing he had, and the only thing they couldn't touch.

Until they did.

Shirou woke up to the dizzying agony of whatever they were pumping into his veins, vaguely wondering when he’d passed out, and turned his head to get a grip on his bearings.

Gorou was in the bed next to him, head lulled to the side, and Shirou couldn’t make out if his eyes were open or not.

“Hey,” Shirou sucked in a painful breath and shifted towards his brother, pulling at the ivs in his arms and the leather straps on his wrists. “Gorou? You okay?”

Gorou’s head didn’t move. Shirou shifted down on his chair, terror pushing past the pain. Gorou’s eyes were open, and they were staring at the floor in an entirely unseeing way.

“Gorou?!”

Nothing. His brother didn’t move, blink, or anything.

 — — — — —

"I've got to get out of here."

It was the only thought in Shirou's mind as he was walked down the hall. The moans from their last 'study' were stuck in his mind, and they were somehow worse than the screams. The screams sounded like agony, but they were meant to. It showed someone that was alive and understood the hurt wasn't the way it was meant to be.

The moans sounded defeated. They sounded confused and hurt and as if they thought that was all they could be. They sounded broken.

"I've got to get out of here."

He was put back in his cage (they could call it a room, but it had all only ever been a cage. All of this had only ever been a cage with changing décor.) and left to rest, but he never used this time to rest. He used it to study and train his body and mind.

He did crunches while he thought of empty eyes. He read as he did his push ups. He did his lunges and thought of never hearing his brother's murmurs. He practiced his drills while remembering rare laughs and swore he would never lose the spark in his own eyes.

 — — — — —

Meeting her felt a little like insanity, but not the kind he saw everywhere. It didn't feel like the snap of a mind losing everything that made it a mind. It didn't feel like losing and letting go and becoming nothing.

It felt like insanity but in that everything was too much. Every laugh, every tease, every inane topic of conversation or stupidly hopeful conversation about the potential to befriend any and every demon.

It felt like insanity, because he found himself forgetting about screams when she laughed. He found himself listening -- something he rarely did in any kind of seriousness (he listened only to out think and progress his plan to get out.)

And mostly, it felt like insanity, because he found he wanted to believe her and in the ridiculous world she described.

But he'd been raised by monsters, both the human and demon sort, and the sort of caring home she described didn't exist. There was no world where caring got you anything but hurt.

(Caring just meant something you would lose. It just meant dull eyes that stared at you without knowing that they should care. With nothing left of who they had been.)

So he pushed her away with realistic (and harsh) words. He kept her around for what she could give (she was a brilliant Tamer, and her laughter could ease the weariness of the newest cage) but never let her have any illusion that her dream was anything but insane.

And he would never give into any kind of insanity, no matter how much sweeter its call might seem.

 — — — — —

He heard the rumors first, and didn't think much of them. The entire point had been to provide hosts, so of course some of the clones (he no longer thought of them as any relation to himself. He was certainly of no relation to them.) had found vessels in the mindless bodies.

Late in the dark, he would ponder if that had always been the intention. For the minds to snap so there would be no fighting another mind moving in. He would ponder and then he would roll to his side and curl up and force his thoughts away. (Never to her even though they'd try to shift there.)

It wasn't until he heard the subjects previous designation that he paused, and even then he only allowed himself a moment.

Gorou had been an empty shell for years. Shirou wasn't, and he was never going to be.

"I'm going to get out of here."

 — — — — —

Shirou agreed to her pleas because he knew he would be ordered if he didn't comply, and he'd rather make the choice to do it. She was also not afraid to play dirty, and she got dangerously creative when she was mad.

It was Gouro, because of course it was Gouro. The body was the same, but the dull and gentle eyes were not. They burned now, and they were intelligent. The blue fire made his hair appear entirely white instead of a neutral kind of gray, and the slight smile had been replaced with a scowl.

The first laugh had made his skin crawl. It was Gouro's voice (one so similar to his own) but there was something unhinged in it. Something wild and reckless and wrong in his brother's tone.

When 'Rinka' (which was a stupid name) threw himself at Shirou, it was another shock, but of a different kind. Gourou had never been strong enough, or pain free enough to do that. They had never tussled like children were supposed to. Any fights they had were real, and they were to stay alive. Those who stopped fighting slipped away until their eyes were empty and their minds were broken.

Shirou had always fought hard, and this was no different.

 — — — — —

She told him through tears, and he had no idea what sort they were, but they sound insane to his ears, and for a moment he was certain something in his mind had broken.

But she repeated herself as they splashed down her cheeks. They were going to be twins, she said, brothers and she hoped they loved each other and she couldn't wait to meet them, and she was going to have a family, could he believe it?

He broke her imaginary world with a few harsh (and shocked) words. He knew what type of tears were in her brilliant eyes as he left, and the fight in them gave him courage even through his horror and disgust. (And heartbreak.)

Her world was entirely imaginary, but he knew she would fight for it anyway.

You'll have to get out of here if you want that, he thought as he ran to follow his newest orders. I know I will.

 — — — — —

"I'm going to kill a kid with this," he promised.

The bald monk laughed. "No you're not."

It was another kind of insanity. The defiant trust in a stranger who had aided in the healing of a couple of sick people simply to insure his own safety and to barter for an old blade. Who trusted someone who had attacked and robbed them?

Shirou took the blade and ran down the mountain, the sound of Tatsuma's certainty making him move faster. He was going to kill the child. He was going to do what he had to to get out of his prison. The monk was a fool for trusting so easily, and Shirou would never be a fool.

 — — — — —

"SURRENDER TO ME!"

Shirou had never surrendered to anything in his life. He held the demon off, keeping him from Yuri with all of his might, and when it moved into his own body (You and me are the same!) he fought all the harder.

His body moved without his consent as something in his mind started to scream. The heat of hate and greed burned hot through his mind, hotter than the flames that had destroyed this room and stolen so much.

Get out! He screamed as his body was taken from him-- but there was only one way to stop a forced possession, and screaming wasn't it.

It was strange how cutting his own throat didn't feel anything like insanity. Grabbing Yuri's arm and pulling her off the bed felt like the only sane thing he had ever done in his entire life.

"I'm going to get us out!" He promised.

 — — — — —

Be good brothers, she whispered to them, voice cracked from exhaustion and pain, patting their little arms. Her eyes met his for a final time, always so much more alive than anyone else's had ever been, and then they were going dull. Dull in the same horrible way that Gourou's had gone. Dull in the way his other brothers had when he was too young to understand it meant death.

He had understood his brothers all too well in the next moments. As he fell to the snow covered ground and watched the massive demon heft up the babies, he wanted to give into the nothingness that was promised if he just stopped fighting.

Dull eyes of his own didn't seem so terrible. After all, a broken mind couldn't hurt any more.

But they screamed. The babies--tiny brothers trapped in the giant demon's claws, tiny babies who couldn't even understand what brother meant yet or the thickness of the cage they had found themselves trapped in were screaming as they reached for each other, in pain and knowing they shouldn't have to be. Fighting and clinging and knowing that this was wrong, and that they had to get out of the terrible grip they'd found themselves in.

Shirou pushed up with blazing eyes, holding onto what he still had.

 — — — — —

The trap had been laid brilliantly. Shirou had stepped out of one cage and found himself in a golden one before the door on the other had even clanged shut.

He met the Demon King's glare head on anyway. He had glared at other Kings and wrestled with their very god. He would find a way out of this trap. He would get out and he would never be caged again. He would fight them all.

He would get all three of them out of this damned cage. As he hefted the babies up and left the room, he found himself repeating the familiar mantra.

"We've got to get out of here."

He wouldn't let them follow the same path as his brother. Their eyes (just like Gourou and her) would never lose their splendor.

Shirou wouldn't let any of them fall to that.

 — — — — —

Shirou had lived his entire life in one cage or another. He'd been running and fighting and holding on to what little he could as tightly as he could. He had trained his body and his mind and held onto it through clenched teeth even when it seemed impossible. He had raised her children until they felt like his own, training and teaching and trying desperately to give them the keys they would need to get out of their own cages. He had avoided talking to the voice in his head for years, but eventually he responded, and he couldn't help but laugh at that.

It was always said that hearing voices in your head was the first sign of insanity. But none of the people Shirou had met who seemed entirely insane had ever talked about voices. They were either empty of any voices, disillusioned about a world that couldn't exist, or far too trusting.

If that was insanity, what was talking with them? Arguing with them and belittling them?

What was being afraid of them?

 — — — — —

"Don't ever pretend to be my father again!"

It was strange how the cracking of his heart covered the clang of another cage falling in place. The final prison and one there had always only been one way out of.

Shirou was going to die in a cage, but he'd give Rin the key out of his with his dying breath.

"I'm going to get you out of here," he promised, and stabbed himself in the chest.

#shirou fujimoto #shiro fujimoto #father fujimoto #ao no exorcist #character death #mentions of blood and torture #blue exorcist #ane #aoe #aoex #fujimoto shiro #yuri egin #gorou #satan #i think this needs some more smoothing out #and i really lost the insanity somehow

[grinu]

The Mockery of Satan 

#blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #rin okumura #shiro fujimoto #aoex #gifset #my gif #anime gif #anime #manga #made some gifs from the jump festa manga edit #rin #okumura #my gifs #blueexorcist #aonoexorcist #青の 祓魔師

[blueexorshit]

I saw a spiderverse meme with this and “bi”, so I decided to make a version for Aoex

#ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #rin okumura #yukio okumura #shiro fujimoto

[midnight-in-town]

Never thought I’d see the day cooking would be used as a power up for exorcism and to further character development :D

Can I also say it’s just so sweet that Osceola’s knowledge (who’s been a strong but secondary character until fairly recently, i love him and his design so much tho) resonates with Rin on such a personal level? 

After all, cooking is the one thing Shiro thought hard about and decided that Rin would study at home with him...

because Rin needed an efficient way to learn how to control his strength. 

Now we reached a point in the story when Rin admits to “having defeated his demon side” and controlling his flame, talking to Yukio about his doubts, and Sensei parallels it in the same chapter with...

...Rin actively learning about the field of talismanic cooking.

Also, I love how, little by little, Sensei highlights how Rin’s objectives have changed throughout the story, because of what he learnt about himself and about the dual world (made of Assiah and Gehenna) that they live in. In shonen series, the hero(es) often have one or several immovable goal(s) to achieve but Rin’s have steadily evolved. He initially wanted to kick Satan’s butt for Shiro’s death, but now...

...he realizes there’s just too much he doesn’t understand to be sure of what he can actually do. 

EDIT: To elaborate, this was foreshadowed way back, during the Kyoto arc, that without understanding of both sides Rin would never become a bridge between Assiah and Gehenna...

...and once more in the Aomori arc...

...but it’s good that he started mentioning these doubts to people around him.

After all, in that alternate future that Mephy saw, Rin became the “demon king”, leader of the demon army, meaning that Rin’s hesitation is worth expanding on, or he’ll choose one side and fight against the other before long and I don’t think this is the answer Kato-sensei is going for. Yukio (with whom he discussed in this chapter) has just always been on the more careful side of things (also he’s like 16 years old) compared to, say, Shura...

...who understands that Rin’s situation has no precedent and that, at some point, Rin has to follow his instinct (still vouching that he’ll have to travel to Gehenna to gain more understanding of the situation but hey, I could be wrong). 

Additionally, Rin also once said, early in the story, that he wanted to become Paladin, because that’s the title Shiro held before dying (and maybe also out of animosity towards Arthur), but reading this chapter, I found myself relieved thinking that Rin’s true calling might finally be upon us. :)) To say nothing of the fact that Paladins are previous Section 13′s Baal clones who are chained to the Order, I think the Paladin title (a very specific position at the top of the Order’s hierarchy) would suit Yukio or Bon more than Rin. 

Great chapter!! :D

#ao no exorcist #okumura rin #fujimoto shiro #okumura yukio #osceola redarm #kirigakure shura #ane spoilers #ane theory #ane 143 #my analysis

[room25-morgue-street]

some doods, mostly Shiro because he is fun

#blue exorcist #doodles #aoex #shiro fujimoto #yuri egin #rin okumura

[frobby]

rin okumura, age 11: I'm different from other kids....is something wrong with me?

Shiro, sweating: it's the autism

#It was actually in fact the autism #Rin okumura #shiro fujimoto #blue exorcist #ao no exorcist

[rottenprincessshura100]

#blue exorcist #mephisto pheles #ao no exorcist #shura kirigakure #rin okumura #shiro fujimoto #aoex fanart

[brightorangetea]

Kitty Maid Day commission of Shiro for @yukiokumura!

#blue exorcist #my art #shiro fujimoto #maid day #commission