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[snowball-doie]

so i realized that u write the kids addressing yuta as chichi. i just wanna share that in my knowledge chichi is not used to address ur father directly, it's used to refer to ur father when talking about them to other ppl that you're not that close with, since the term is formal.

the comparison is like this: if u use otousan in public or w ppl you're not close with, it's like referring to ur dad as 'daddy'. ppl might think you're not acting mature or smth.

and if u use chichi when talking to someone close to u, it's like referring to ur dad as 'father'. feels like unnecessarily formal so it's not typically used inside the house.

disclaimer tho i'm not japanese and barely learned japanese during high school, idk why we didn't cover this then. the comparison is my own understanding and i feel like this helped me understand well: https://www.quora.com/Do-Japanese-people-actually-call-their-own-fathers-Otosan-or-Chichi

hi, lovely!!! you make a good point, so i'll explain why they call him chichi!! (for context, i learned japanese during my undergrad haha so i prob should have explained this sooner too for those who know japanese and were like uhhhhhh)

when reyna was idddyyyyy biiddyyyy and yuta was first starting out trying to teach her japanese, he was explaining all the simple words like "okasan" and "otousan" so that she could refer to her parents, right, but reyna was all like "chichi" and "haha" is more fun tho. "yeah, it is fun to say, but it's not correct" .....you try explaining that to a toddler bahahahaaha- she did NAWT want to listen to that lmao. so even though yuta tried his best, he couldn't get her to stop calling him "chichi", and honestly he learned to like it because it's more like a pet name/nickname than her being proper, if that makes sense?

for those who know korean, i'll also explain that reyna and jooha call hyuck "oppa" on purpose. all of their other korean dads go by "appa", but reyna ........ you know, she's really hyuck and jungwoo's kid cuz she's got an ATTITUDE, and she didn't want to call allllll of her dads "appa", so she figured since hyuck is the closest to her in age (lmaoooo) that she can call him oppa. "reyna, that's not proper, you can't call him that." "but i wanna" "but you cant" "says who" "says appa and eoma" and with all the sass in the world, this little girl goes, "i don't care" LIKE OK BUDDD TIMEOUT!! but eventually it stuck, so everyone knows if reyna and jooha refer to "oppa", they're talking about hyuck.

...i used to do this with my parents and calling them names in hebrew lmao so it carries over into my writing all the time~~~

[aeoki]

Fine Trip Album Story - MC 1 ~ MC 4

MC 1:

Touri: “Everyone~! Welcome to ‘fine’s’ album commemoration concert!”

“That song just now was ‘Angelic Grace’. It’s a special song that was made just for the album ♪”

Yuzuru: “It’s a song full of thank-yous and hope.”

“I hope everyone who listens to the song will be able to feel how much we appreciate your support – even if it’s a small amount.”

Wataru: “Hehehe. Small? How humble you are, Mr. Butler.”

“We don’t always get to have an entire concert to ourselves. Let’s be greedy and thank everyone for the large amount of support with both our arms outstretched ☆”

“And then, we’ll receive smiles from all over the place! Let’s bury the world with love…☆”

Eichi: “Right. That’s what we’re here for today.”

“We’ll do our best so that more people can learn about us and come to like us.”

“Alright, the next song is ‘Dreaming Ocean’.”

“It’ll be performed underwater in VR. I hope you can all enjoy it.”

MC 2:

Touri: “And that was ‘Dreaming Ocean’! Do you guys know how many species of fish appeared?”

“I didn’t so I did some research by reading the books in the Book Room. It’s like a mini library in our dorm.”

“Hibiki-senpai said it would be better for me to see them in person, so he said we should visit the aquarium.”

“I only got to stay for an hour because of work, but I’m glad the four of us were able to go.”

Wataru: “We happened to come across the penguins out on a walk, so it was a nice change of pace.”

“Himegimi followed the penguins and almost ended up being trapped in the aquarium. It was such a delight to watch…☆”

Touri: “Don’t spread misinformation~! I didn’t join them and I didn’t get trapped, either!”

“Anyway, I had a lot of fun since the four of us don't usually get to go out together much.”

“I hope we can go again someday…☆”

Wataru: “Indeed. Let’s take our time to see everything next time.”

“Alright, next up, we have Himegimi’s solo.”

Touri: “Yup! Please listen to ‘Treasure Memories’ performed by me, Touri Himemiya.”

MC 3:

Touri: “Phew… I was a bit nervous but I’m glad I managed to sing it properly~♪”

“Let me introduce myself again. I’m Touri Himemiya. What did you think of my solo song, ‘Treasure Memories’?”

“It’s a song written about treasure.”

“But what do you guys treasure?”

“I have lots of things that I call my treasure.”

“But the thing the idol Touri Himemiya treasures the most is ‘fine’.”

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t a member of ‘fine’ and I wouldn’t have met the others.”

“I would’ve lived my life not knowing about this dazzling world.”

“That’s why I love ‘fine’ and I want to convey this ‘love’ to everyone else too.”

“I’d be happy if you guys also consider ‘fine’ one of your treasures.”

“Okay, the next song is ‘The Tempest Night’. Please give us a round of applause as our flowers bloom!”

MC 4:

Wataru: “And that was ‘The Tempest Night’. Thank you all for listening!”

“We performed this song in spring, on the day ‘Eichi Day’ was created.”

Eichi: “I’ve mentioned this a few times in magazine interviews, but we should clarify that it’s not an official holiday.”

“...Well, Wataru loves giving surprises, so maybe that’s why he chose not to give an explanation on purpose.”

Wataru: “Hehehe. ‘Eichi Day’ is a holiday we created for ourselves. It was made to force Eichi to rest since he just wouldn’t.”

“Humans require rest. That includes us and you. Let’s rest up properly so that we don’t collapse somewhere ♪”

Eichi: “Hehe. It feels like we’re on a health show.”

“Maybe it’s because we feel very comfortable around each other, but I think we could talk for hours and hours.”

Wataru: “If that’s what you wish, then I wouldn’t mind chatting with you for as long as you like.”

Eichi: “I think the concert will come to an end while we chat. …It seems the preparations for the next song are ready, so let’s move on.” Wataru: “Next, we have ‘Wandering Clown’! It’ll be a song you’ve never heard of – one that’s full of surprises…☆”

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[pink-strawberry-kissess]

Hi! I recently subscribed to your blog, I really liked how you discuss aeon, your opinion helped me expand my horizons regarding the relationship between Ada and Leon – you opened my eyes to some important things, thank you!! 💖

I'm sorry if my question seems boring/typical / it's already happened; I'm new here and I don't write English very well. But. I wanted to ask you: how do you think Ada and Leon's relationship will develop in the near future (after RE6)? Could they ever become a family or something like that, that is, have a strong relationship on a permanent basis?

Oh, and also, do you think they would give each other nicknames / some vulgar and sweet names? What would they call each other in an intimate setting?

Thank you for the content you create! Once again, forgive me if my appeal seemed incorrect or uninteresting to you!! 💦💞

HIHI! SO IM SO SORRY BUT??? MY INBOX LITERALLY ATE YOUR ASK FOR LIKE TWO MONTHS

it literally did not show up i was so confused when it just popped up.

but yes, thank you so much!!! i'm glad you've enjoyed your time here hehe

so far i haven't gotten too many repeated questions!! but these are also fine! (also please do not worry about your english, i am very patient with people who do not use english as their first language, so if you ever send something and just mention that english isn't your first language, and if something is confusing to me, i will just ask)

(also if something needs to be clarified, just ask)

also i appreciate anyone who tries to practice their english! <3

i think that both leon and ada need closure at this point. it's been 20 years and capcom had been writing them together for so long. ada has been and always will be a pivotal character in leon's life and vice versa. it would be such a disservice to both of them to not have them end up together (or god forbid, have one or the other die in the others arms)

i think realistically, they wouldn't have kids. (I KNOW I KNOW i'm a big advocate for aeon children) but they would have to have kids like RIGHT NOW if they were going to. I WOULD LOVE for them to have kids. but yeah.

so for the longest time, i've realized that most people struggle with leon giving ada pet names. and that he fell in love with the name ada so he just calls her ada a lot. i've played with things like, "my love," "lover," i just don't see leon calling her sweetheart or anything too endearing if that makes sense. like it's patronizing sometimes. i see him MAAAAYBE saying darlin randomly. but like- he mostly just calls her ada. she's his ada. and that's enough.

but ada calls him handsome, cutie, cute, she also calls him random things in chinese lol but handsome is the only one that's canon and so everyone sticks to that one a lot lol

OH AND ALSO HUN. ADA CALLS HIM HUN. YOU KNOW WHAT I JUST DECIDED LEON ALSO CALLS HER HUN.

he jokingly calls out "honey i'm home," and it just kinda spiraled from there lol

also vulgar things, i don't think leon would call her a whore. maybe a slut if she egged him on about it. he would call her a bad girl one time, and she'd flip him over and just fucking peg him- lmao

thank you so much1!!!

and i'm so sorry that this ask never showed up until now!! it was so weird!!!

[b1mbodoll]

AAAAAAA OMG DO I HAVE A LONG ASS ASK FOR YOU. MY DATE/NOT DATE HAS JUST CONCLUDED....

So a little back story - I worked with this guy this past summer and like the first time we met I alr liked him. Like he was exactly my type. Like 100%. But I'm super shy (never dated anyone, never kissed anyone, never held hands with anyone) so I never really did anything obvious that I liked him bc I was nervous. We kind of flirted (maybe) a lot near the end of the summer. We texted a lot a lot but he ended up moving up to college for his apartment earlier than expected so we never got to see eachother after our last days of work. There was lots of drama on my end surrounding that trust. Like mental anguish bc I fumbled the bag hard.

Anyways. We start school respectively (I go to school in NY and him in TX) and we don't talk that often, just snap like everyday. But as the semester goes on we reply to each other's stories and have short, friendly convos more frequently. Flashforward to like, a week ago or something. I reply to his insta story and we start talking. He finds out that I'm going home for Thanksgiving and he is to so he asks me to hang out. This is odd bc we weren't close enough as friends for me to think that he would ask to see me.

Anyways again, I'm skipping details bc otherwise I'll never finish this lmao - the date/not date was like everything else we do. Vaguely romantic but could also be friendly. He picked me, we ate dinner and then went ice skating together. He walked up to my door to get me, held open doors for me, and opened the car door to walk me back to my house after we got back. But like - no moves were made. No attempts to hold my hand or kiss me. AT ALL. But like he also complimented my butterfly hair lips like sir 😭😭 idk what you want from me.

But now I'm feeling kind of tired of 6-7 months of not knowing where we stand with eachother. So I texted him afterwards saying "Thank you so much for tonight, I loved seeing you again! Although, I did want to know if it was a date or if it really was intended as just a hangout, bc it did seem like it sometimes? Either way, I'd love to meet up with you again if we're both in town!" He then liked bith of the thank you messages and replied, we definitely should. But then he replied to the daye/not date ask with - I don't know. I'll have to think about it. He then said something about it being more than he anticipated but still good, so idk if that means that it wasn't intended as a date but became one and he enjoyed it or if he meant it as a date but I fumbled the bag (I give just as many mixed signals bc I'm an anxious coward lmao) but it still ended up okay.

HOWEVER, I AM A GENIUS, LIKE RIZZ MASTER 1000. I accidentally left something in his car so tmmr morning he's gonna drive back to drop it off (It's like an hour round trip for him). And tomorrow is the day I will stop being a bitch. I'm gonna tell him that I'm interested but that I also do genuinely enjoy him as a person so like, however he intends to meet up with ne in the future I'll be okay with that.

So yeah. Story time over 🫶🫶🫶🫶 Sorry that it's actually so long but I remember how excited you were so I wanted to let you know how it went 💗💗💗💗

IM ON MY KNEES RN STOP u r so cute and agh!!!!!! i will be needing an update with whatever happens pretty please, honey 🤲

im so ☹️☹️☹️ u guys went ice skating ☹️ that’s so so so so fucking cute!!!!!! that actually is so cute my heart cant take it ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ but no moves being mad.. 🤬 yeah i need to have a stern talking to with this man!!! what r ur intentions with my little angel, you HEATHEN!!! hehe no but srsly dont be anxious sweetheart! i know its hard n way easier said than done, but you seem so wonderful and im sure he thinks that as well! im so glad you had a good time <3

rizz master 1000 has me crying omg ur too silly 😭 but him driving AN HOUR TO GIVE U UR THINGS STOP IT my little heart is so warm :( im proud of u for messaging him and asking for clarification about what the lil hangout was! n pls u r anything BUT a bitch!!!!! ur perfect and i hope things work out well with him!

dont apologize for he length! i love anything romance so inwas looking forward to this update!!!! wishing u the best of luck with him <3 mwah

[vohtaro]

Hi hi!

This is just a message to express my appreciation for your blog and your thoughts thanks for what you bring to the fandom (especially your art it’s delicious)

I am also letting this be the catalyst for any random Hashirama thoughts or headcanons you might have 👀 no pressure, but if you’re looking for a reason to talk about him, let this be that sign!

Okay bye and thanks again

ooooohhh thank you !!! i'm glad you enjoy the silly things i put out there into the void hehe <3 thank u for the kind words, i appreciate it

oooo hashirama thoughts........

smth that came to mind the other day was the notion that the "will of fire" is hashirama paying some sort of homage to madara even after he's left the village. i don't recall if the manga every fully clarified when hashirama coined the will of fire as a core part of konoha's philosophy, but i'd like to imagine that it's an almost-literal reference to madara, and by the extension, the uchiha. hashirama himself likely didn't understand the emotional depth uchiha could really feel, but i think he recognized madara's passion to protect and wanted that mantra instilled upon all of those who resided in the village. after all, it was his & madara's shared dream to that bore the idea, and regardless of madara's eventual path, hashirama must have admired madara's drive, his will, and his determination to see things through.

hashirama is in some ways so funny to me bc i deeply enjoy his character for its potential in canon. while i have a lot of wishes for how things could be different in the actual story, i kind of like how much is left out. there's just enough to get a sense that hashirama made some short-sighted decisions and was not as sure of himself diplomatically as he was through sheer strength. if anything, i wish we could have seem some sort of precursor "argument" between him and madara before their meeting at the shrine when madara departs. i'd love to sink my teeth into moments of obvious tension while they become more and more aware of the growing rift between them.

i often find hashirama more interesting to write than to draw LKSDGJLKS. while his character isn't honestly that fleshed out in canon, there's enough insight for me to think about who he is as a person to explore around all the caverns of his psyche and go nuts lmao. i almost hate to be that guy but i did write a fic exploring this a teeny bit and u can read it here -flees into the night-

ty again for the ask ! :>

[jakexneytiri]

ahh that was so fun to read, I love learning more about my favorite writers hehe🤭

I hope you don't mind that since you shared yours I'll share mine with you as well🙈

and omggg we actually have the same skin type so I'm taking notes of some the products you use🤓📝

I usually start off by washing my face with cleanser that makes some sort of foam because I feel like that cleanses my face better. then I use oxy total care clarifying moisturizer that has 2.5% benzoyl peroxide which completed obliterated my stubborn acne over a year ago in the span of just a few days so I've always stuck to that moisturizer no matter what. I don't even have to use it every day. If I notice some flare ups- I just go back to the regime and it'll fix it. since it can be a bit drying, I use a light moisturizer on top but since it's summer, my face gets oily very easily so during the day I apply the second moisturizer only over my eye area to keep it hydrated. for spot treatment I just use oxy rapid spot treatment with 10% benzoyl peroxide and make sure to apply it to my nose if I wear sunscreen (as sunscreen gives me annoying under the skin pimples on my nose) but that completely prevents it so I ✨love✨ it then biore spf 50 watery essence sunscreen (it's very light) for make up I just use elf instant lift brow pencil for my eyebrows, I love the little brush it has. and finally some tinted red chapstick to keep my lips moist at night If I'm not too lazy, I'll double cleanse using ponds cold cream and a warm wet towel then use one of my regular foaming cleansers I use the same moisturizers as the day time but apply the second moisturizer over my whole face as well and the spot treatment(if needed) under my moisturizers

I think my explanation was a bit over wordy but oh well😬

you🫵 definitely cured some of my boredom💗hehe

of course i don’t mind!! ooooh i need to give the oxy a try! and the biore sounds so nice and refreshing 🤩

i’m glad i could cure some of your boredom <3

[thesweetestdevotion]

hi it’s 💋💌🍸 I’m here for the feedback. Wanted to let you know that I enjoyed the readings and appreciate your time. The insights are helpful and so interesting.

1st reading: the comparison to the movie is endearing. I do feel a certain connection to this person and what you got do resonate with me but it’s just questionable sometimes with him. what’s up with the hispanic reference, this literally appears in my second ask about my future spouse too.

I asked if this person is my future spouse and it seems to be the case since you clarified. does it then mean this person is the same person from my 2nd reading about my fs?

also could you give me additional hints/insights on the future energy that you picked up on us "working together"? You mentioned in an institution or study/work from home and such. It’d be lovely to know!

2nd reading: the messages here are for real a bit random which I can’t seem to resonate with, at least for the first part but that’s alright because it doesn’t have to sometimes. Though thanks for the heads-up about the news. I do feel like I’m attracting new things to me, anticipating the best!! btw are the channeled songs/lyrics and images from the pov of my future spouse? Like that’s what they might be feeling about me or telling me when we’re together?

all in one thank you so so much! It’s fun and worth asking. Your blog is so cute btw. I love the vibe <3

have a beautiful day!

Hi!!! Im so glad you liked your reading! Honestly I didn’t even realize those two readings were connected, but the Hispanic vibes were there!! Now that o read back I definitely was channeling the same person, just wasn’t aware of it hehe. I honestly just felt an energy of you two collaborating in something related to work! and I did keep seeing a person working from home on a laptop pretty significantly! I honestly don’t know much more than what I said about that sorry 😅.

As for your second reading, I literally just kept hearing random unconnected thoughts, like someone kept switching the channel/station on a radio or tv. I’m not sure if they’re even connected or if they are relevant to your future spouse specifically. But I was guided to tell you about them! maybe they’ll become relevant later, maybe not!! The lyrics could be their feelings but honestly idk 😭😭 sorry your second reading was so random and all over the place!! I hope you liked them though

[savagewildnerness]

Hehe, I’m glad some people liked this.

I just want to clarify.

I adore Nicolas primarily as he is the character in ALL OF FICTION where I felt seen & represented.

I first read him as a 12-year old.

I started playing violin aged 8 (in October! Right around now! I’d have been 9 in March following.) I just auditioned in school & had free, weekly 15 minute lessons.

Then, aged 11 I moved to secondary school & discovered there there existed children from rich families whose parents could play (any!) instrument! Who’d played violin since aged 3! And whose parents paid for far longer lessons than me missing a few minutes of school work. I was ok… but I’d never be their level. And my parents couldn’t afford to pay for violin lessons. And I’d honestly never realised differences like this till now! But I felt old & useless, aged 12. And like Nicolas, I understood all that I could never be. Even as I adored & felt music so deeply.

I began learning piano aged 12 (nearly 13) right as I read TVL & my piano teacher went into semi retirement months after I began with her. The amazing violinists (one was 4 years older than me, the other (sisters) 1 year younger) were taught by her too!

My piano teacher told my Mum due to semi retirement she’d have to stop lessons with me. Then I had a lesson & she told my Mum I played with too much feeling & actually no - she’d keep me! She’d continue my lessons even though I was still only a beginner!

I felt EXACTLY like Nicolas de Lenfent! CHOSEN through some musicality (absolutely not through skill/talent.) yet doomed to always also be inferior, lesser… added to by my lack of social skills or popularity.

And as such, I will always love Nicolas, for his music. And perhaps similarly to Lestat I can simultaneously never fully comprehend the darkness of Nicolas… yet (similarly to Lestat too!) I have a chasm of darkness as part of me. I am not Lestat in terms of I am introverted & don’t have Rizz (thanks my close friends for telling me!) & am not *so* positive, but my worldview is more Lestat than Nicki.

But Nicolas, I love you & I believe (AS DOES LESTAT!) that you truly loved Lestat too!

I wanted to make the post with just quotes mainly, few words to avoid any bias. Sorry it just: was.

But I cannot overemphasise how important Nicolas is to me!

Nor can I overstate how deeply it upsets me when anyone comments on Nicolas from the perspective ONLY of his final argument with Lestat!

Not that there’s zero truth in Nicolas’ words!

But also:

- he was mad as a mortal by then

- is Very mad as a vampire

- that he loves Lestat means even now he wouldn’t want to destroy Lestat, so he NEEDS to say THE WORST words so Lestat will leave & let him go as much as is possible

- Nothing negates the love we SAW from mortal Nicki towards Lestat!

I am ready to Defend Nicolas in S3! Though I don’t believe I’ll need to as surely Joe Potter & Rolin understand him fully 🥰

Some Fragments of Nicolas.

Fragments of their first conversation...

“A great energy poured out of him, an irrepressible passion. And this drew me to him. I think I loved him. “

“"Ah, you are a dreamer!" he said, but he was delighted. He was beyond handsome when he smiled.

"And I'll know people like you," I went on, "people who have thoughts in their heads and quick tongues with which to voice them, and we'll sit in cafes and we'll drink together and we'll clash with each other violently in words, and we'll talk for the rest of our lives in divine excitement."

He reached out and put his arm around my neck and kissed me. We almost upset the table we were so blissfully drunk.

"My lord, the wolfkiller," he whispered.

When the third bottle of wine came, I began to talk of my life, as I'd never done before -- of what it was like each day to ride out into the mountains, to go so far I couldn't see the towers of my father's house anymore, to ride above the tilled land to the place where the forest seemed almost haunted.

The words began to pour out of me as they had out of him, and soon we were talking about a thousand things we had felt in our hearts, varieties of secret loneliness, and the words seemed to be essential words the way they did on those rare occasions with my mother. And as we came to describe our longings and dissatisfactions, we were saying things to each other with great exuberance, like "Yes, yes," and "Exactly," and "I know completely what you mean," and "And yes, of course, you felt that you could not bear it," etc.

Another bottle, and a new fire. And I begged Nicolas to play his violin for me. He rushed home immediately to get it.

It was now late afternoon. The sun was slanting through the window and the fire was very hot. We were very drunk. We had never ordered supper. And I think I was happier than I had ever been in my life. I lay on the lumpy straw mattress of the little bed with my hands under my head watching him as he took out the instrument.

He put the violin to his shoulder and began to pluck at it and twist the pegs.

Then he raised the bow and drew it down hard over the strings to bring out the first note.

I sat up and pushed myself back against the paneled wall and stared at him because I couldn't believe the sound I was hearing.

He ripped into the song. He tore the notes out of the violin and each note was translucent and throbbing. His eyes were closed, his mouth a little distorted, his lower lip sliding to the side, and what struck my heart almost as much as the song itself was the way that he seemed with his whole body to lean into the music, to press his soul like an ear to the instrument.

I had never known music like it, the rawness of it, the intensity, the rapid glittering torrents of notes that came out of the strings as he sawed away. It was Mozart that he was playing, and it had all the gaiety, the velocity, and the sheer loveliness of everything Mozart wrote.

When he'd finished, I was staring at him and I realized I was gripping the sides of my head.

"Monsieur, what's the matter!" he said, almost helplessly, and I stood up and threw my arms around him and kissed him on both cheeks and kissed the violin.

"Stop calling me Monsieur," I said. "Call me by my name." I lay back down on the bed and buried my face on my arm and started to cry, and once I'd started I couldn't stop it.

He sat next to me, hugging me and asking me why I was crying, and though I couldn't tell him, I could see that he was overwhelmed that his music had produced this effect. There was no sarcasm or bitterness in him now.

I think he carried me home that night."

And then...

"From then on, when I was not hunting, my life was with Nicolas and "our conversation."

Spring was approaching, the mountains were dappled with green, the apple orchard starting back to life. And Nicolas and I were always together.

We took long walks up the rocky slopes, had our bread and wine in the sun on the grass, roamed south through the ruins of an old monastery. We hung about in my rooms or sometimes climbed to the battlements. And we went back to our room at the inn when we were too drunk and too loud to be tolerated by others.

And as the weeks passed we revealed more and more of ourselves to each other. Nicolas told me about his childhood at school, the little disappointments of his early years, those whom he had known and loved.

And I started to tell him the painful things -- and finally the old disgrace of running off with the Italian players.”

“From then on, when I was not hunting, my life was with Nicolas and "our conversation."

Spring was approaching, the mountains were dappled with green, the apple orchard starting back to life. And Nicolas and I were always together.

We took long walks up the rocky slopes, had our bread and wine in the sun on the grass, roamed south through the ruins of an old monastery. We hung about in my rooms or sometimes climbed to the battlements. And we went back to our room at the inn when we were too drunk and too loud to be tolerated by others.

And as the weeks passed we revealed more and more of ourselves to each other. Nicolas told me about his childhood at school, the little disappointments of his early years, those whom he had known and loved.

And I started to tell him the painful things -- and finally the old disgrace of running off with the Italian players.”

After Lestat's existential crisis...

“"You'll be all right," he said over and over. Someone was beating on the door. It was the innkeeper, demanding why we had to carry on like this.

"You'll feel all right in the morning," Nicolas kept insisting. "You just have to sleep."

We had awakened everyone. I couldn't be quiet. I kept making the same sound over again. And I ran out of the inn with Nicolas behind me, and down the street of the village and up towards the castle with Nicolas trying to catch up with me, and through the gates and up into my room.

"Sleep, that's what you need," he kept saying to me desperately. I was lying against the wall with my hands over my ears, and that sound kept coming. "Oh, oh, oh."

"In the morning," he said, "it will be better.””

In the days that followed...

“"But how do you live, how do you go on breathing and moving and doing things when you know there is no explanation?" I was raving finally. And then Nicolas said maybe the music would make me feel better. He would play the violin.

I was afraid of the intensity of it. But we went to the orchard and in the sunshine Nicolas played every song he knew. I sat there with my arms folded and my knees drawn up, my teeth chattering though we were right in the hot sun, and the sun was glaring off the little polished violin, and I watched Nicolas swaying into the music as he stood before me, the raw pure sounds swelling magically to fill the orchard and tile valley, though it wasn't magic, and Nicolas put his arms around me finally and we just sat there silent, and then he said very softly, "Lestat, believe me, this will pass."

"Play again," I said. "The music is innocent."

Nicolas smiled and nodded. Pamper the madman.

And I knew it wasn't going to pass, and nothing for the moment could make me forget, but what I felt was inexpressible gratitude for the music, that in this horror there could be something as beautiful as that.

You couldn't understand anything; and you couldn't change anything. But you could make music like that. “

In Paris...

“But I was in paradise again. And so was Nicolas though no decent orchestra in the city would hire him, and he was now playing solos with the little bunch of musicians in the theater where I worked, and when we were really pinched he did play right on the boulevard, with me beside him, holding out the hat. We were shameless!

We ran up the steps each night with our bottle of cheap wine and a loaf of fine sweet Parisian bread, which was ambrosia after what we'd eaten in the Auvergne. And in the light of our one tallow candle, the garret was the most glorious place I'd ever inhabited.”

Getting into some sense of a routine of their life in Paris...

“Nicolas was studying music in the mornings with an Italian maestro. Yet we had money enough for good food, wood, and coal. My mother's letters came twice a week and said her health had taken a turn for the better. She wasn't coughing as badly as last winter. She wasn't in pain. But our fathers had disowned us and would not acknowledge any mention of our names.

We were too happy to worry about that. But the dark dread, the "malady of mortality," was with me a lot when the cold weather came on.”

The final moment Lestat and Nicolas have together when both mortal...

“I was still sitting there, too unsure of myself to say anything, when Nicolas kissed me.

"Let's go to bed," he said softly.”

When (vampire) Lestat hears about Nicolas from Roget, after he has been showering him with money, gifts and a place to live...

“As for Nicki, I should have known he wouldn't settle for gifts and vague tales, that he would demand to see me and keep on demanding it. He was frightening Roget a little bit.

But it didn't do any good. There was nothing the attorney could tell him except what I've explained. And I was so wary of seeing Nicki that I didn't even ask for the location of the house into which he'd moved. I told the lawyer to make certain he studied with his Italian maestro and that he had everything he could possibly desire.

But I did manage somehow to hear quite against my will that Nicolas hadn't quit the theater. He was still playing at Renaud's House of Thesbians.

Now this maddened me. Why the hell, I thought, should he do that?

Because he loved it there, the same as I had, that was why. Did anybody really have to tell me this?”

When Lestat (now a vampire) watches Nicolas through the window...

“He wore a jewelled ring I'd sent”

“There seemed in him a frailty I'd never perceived or understood. Yet he looked infinitely intelligent, my Nicki, full of tangled uncompromising thoughts, as he listened to Jeannette, who was talking rapidly.

"Lestat's married," she said as Luchina nodded, "the wife's rich, and he can't let her know he was a common actor, it's simple enough."

"I say we let him in peace," Luchina said. "He saved the theater from closing, and he showers us with gifts.. ."

"I don't believe it," Nicolas said bitterly. "He wouldn't be ashamed of us." There was a suppressed rage in his voice, an ugly grief. "And why did he leave the way he did? I heard him calling me! The window was smashed to pieces! I tell you I was half awake, and I heard his voice..."

An uneasy silence fell among them. They didn't believe his account of things, how I'd vanished from the garret, and telling it again would only isolate him and embitter him further. I could sense this from all their thoughts.

"You didn't really know Lestat," he said now, almost in a surly fashion, returning to the manageable conversation that other mortals would allow him. "Lestat would spit in the face of anyone who would be ashamed of us! He sends me money. What am I supposed to do with it? He plays games with us!"

No answer from the others, the solid, practical beings who would not speak against the mysterious benefactor. Things were going too well.

And in the lengthening silence, I felt the depth of Nicki's anguish, I knew it as if I were peering into his skull. And I couldn't bear it.

I couldn't bear delving into his soul without his knowing it. Yet I couldn't stop myself from sensing a vast secret terrain inside him, grimmer perhaps than I had ever dreamed, and his words came back to me that the darkness in him was like the darkness I'd seen at the inn, and that he tried to conceal it from me.

I could almost see it, this terrain. And in a real way it was beyond his mind, as if his mind were merely a portal to a chaos stretching out from the borders of all we know.

Too frightening that. I didn't want to see it. I didn't want to feel what he felt!”

When Nicolas senses Lestat's presence nearby and knows the way to connect to him - to play his violin...

“He had turned to the window, and he was rising as if he'd been called by a secret voice. The look on his face was indescribable.

He knew I was there!

Instantly, I shot up the slippery wall to the roof.

But I could still hear him below. I looked down and I saw his naked hands on the window ledge. And through the silence I heard his panic. He'd sensed that I was there! My presence, mind you, that is what he sensed, just as I sensed the presence in the graveyards, but how, he argued with himself, could Lestat have been here?

I was too shocked to do anything. I clung to the roof gutter, and I could feel the departure of the others, feel that he was now alone. And all I could think was, What in the name of hell is this presence that he felt?

I mean I wasn't Lestat anymore, I was this demon, this powerful and greedy vampire, and yet he felt my presence, the presence of Lestat, the young man he knew!

It was a very different thing from a mortal seeing my face and blurting out my name in confusion. He had recognized in my monster self something that he knew and loved.

I stopped listening to him. I merely lay on the roof.

But I knew he was moving below. I knew it when he lifted the violin from its place on the pianoforte, and I knew he was again at the window.”

When Lestat sees Nicki in the flesh, at Renaud's...

“I heard Nicki, and knew he was only a foot away, staring at me, and that he was too glad to see me to be hurt anymore.

I didn't open my eyes but I felt his hand on my face, then holding tight to the back of my neck. They must have made way for him and when he came into my arms, I felt a little convulsion of terror, but the light was dim here, and I had fed furiously to be warm and human-looking, and I thought desperately I don't know to whom I pray to make the deception work. And then there was only Nicolas and I didn't care.”

More fragments at Renaud's...

“Nicki was talking rapidly:

"Lestat, what is it? Tell me!" as if the others couldn't hear us. "Where have you been? What's happened to you? Lestat!””

When Lestat has a mental breakdown on stage and Nicki has to be restrained to stop him rushing to Lestat...

“it seemed of no import that Nicolas was trying to get loose from two of the actors who held him in fear of his life as he shouted my name.”

When Nicolas watches Lestat be killed, yet not die & Lestat prophetically compares Nicki's anguish to the prolonged ugly death his mare suffered the night of the wolves...

“" Lestat!" Nicki shouted.

But the shot exploded and the ball hit me with full force. I didn't move. I stood as steady as the old man had stood before, and the pain rolled through me and stopped, leaving in its wake a terrible pulling in all my veins.

The blood poured out. It flowed as I have never seen blood flow. It drenched my shirt and I could feel it spilling down my back. But the pulling grew stronger and stronger, and a warm tingling sensation had commenced to spread across the surface of my back and chest.

The man stared, dumbfounded. The pistol dropped out of his hand. His head went back, eyes blind, and his body crumpled as if the air had been let out of it, and he lay on the floor.

Nicki had raced up the stairs and was now rushing into the box. A low hysterical murmuring was issuing from him. He thought he was witnessing my death.

And I stood still hearkening to my body in that terrible solitude that had been mine since Magnus made me the vampire. And I knew the wounds were no longer there.

The blood was drying on the silk vest, drying on the back of my torn coat. My body throbbed where the bullet had passed through me and my veins were alive with the same pulling, but the injury was no more.

And Nicolas, coming to his senses as he looked at me, realised I was unharmed, though his reason told him it couldn't be true.

I pushed past him and made for the stairs. He flung himself against me and I threw him off. I couldn't stand the sight of him, the smell of him.

"Get away from me!" I said.

But he came back again and he locked his arm around my neck. His face was bloated and there was an awful sound coming out of him.

"Let go of me. Nicki!" I threatened him. If I shoved him off too roughly, I'd tear his arms out of the sockets, break his back.

Break his back . . .

He moaned, stuttered. And for one harrowing split second the sounds he made were as terrible as the sound that had come from my dying animal on the mountain, my horse, crushed like an insect into the snow.

I scarcely knew what I was doing when I pried loose his hands."

When when Lestat is about to leave, and here we have a Nicolas who is now truly broken.

"I scanned the crowd around for the source of this strange distraction, what was it, not Nicolas in the door of the deserted theatre, watching me with a broken soul.”

[ootahime]

analyzing every gojohime moment in the manga p2

part 1 is here :3

this post includes more excruciatingly long paragraphs so grab urself something and enjoy LOL

chapter 40 

i know they’re not interacting in this panel but i still want to bring it up.  i’m gonna give some context to this scene in case someone needs to jog their memory.  so basically, mei’s ability to command crows is what allows the staff to observe the students from afar.  however, gojo notices that there’s lack of footage where yuuji is and asks mei why that’s so.  she tells him that they’re animals at the end of the day so she can’t control what they look at.  he doesn’t believe her so he asks her whose side she’s on (for yuuji’s execution vs against yuuji’s execution) to which she responds with, “whose side?  i’m on the side with money, of course.  there’s no value in something that can’t be bought since you can’t exchange that for money.”  in other words, she’ll always choose the side that offers her more money because she doesn’t care about how morally “correct” or “incorrect” something is.  it’s not worth fighting for a cause that doesn’t benefit her in the long run which is why she views things that are unable to be bought (friendships, relationships, favors) as useless - they can’t be exchanged for money.  it’s clear that gojo knows she’s not on his side because he replies with, “spoken from experience!” or “i wonder how much!” (translation varies).  he says it out loud to perhaps let gakuganji know that he’s onto him.  i find it interesting how utahime is in the panel as well with a “?” to express her confusion at his words.  let’s overthink dissect that.  why is she there in the first place? if the message was to let gakuganji know that gojo is aware of his ulterior motives then a panel with gakuganji and gojo would have sufficed.  why add utahime with a question mark? 

here’s a personal headcanon of mine that makes no absolute sense, but who cares? it makes me happy LOL.  so let’s examine the panel.  gojo’s face is more simplified and cartoonish with a grey background on top and some sort of white bubble surrounding the three characters.  gakuganji is staring at utahime and gojo.  in the official viz translation, he replies to mei with, “i wonder how much!”  

normal and logical explanation: shading the principal by asking out loud how much mei was paid by him to avoid monitoring yuuji.

gojohime brainrot explanation: 

mei: “there’s no value in something that can’t be bought since you can’t exchange that for money”

gojo: (in response) i wonder how much utahime’s love would cost if it did have a price.

utahime: ?

you’re probably thinking i’m delulu (true) BUT HEAR ME OUT.  IT WOULD SOMEWHAT MAKE SENSE IN THIS CONTEXT...

mei’s saying seems to be what she lives by.  relationships, love, friendships, etc. do not matter to her as this is evident when she ultimately abandons everyone in shibuya to escape to malaysia, selling all her stocks before japan’s economy goes down.  she doesn’t care about anyone else.  she even takes advantage of ui ui’s adoration for her.  she contrasts utahime.  utahime is loved by her students.  children, especially teenagers, are picky when it comes to choosing the adults they admire and respect.  while everyone trusts gojo, they do not respect him because of his childishness and overall absurdity.  it’s refreshing to see how they always call him an idiot or have a -_- face when he’s around.  when akutami says everyone absolutely adores utahime-sensei, it says a lot.  we haven’t seen her interact with her students all that much, but she’s obviously close to them because she’s frequently arguing with momo.  even a closed off person like mechamaru wanted to keep her away from danger.  she most certainly expresses a lot of concern and care for her students, and gojo and her students can pick up on this. 

i’ve talked about this in every post LOLOL but there’s a reason why he went to utahime first to help him investigate.  utahime is a loyal person through and through.  she would never do something that harms the students even if she was offered everything in the world.  she values relationships above everything else.  besides her concern for the students, how else was i able to come to this conclusion about her character?  well, she got shoko to stop smoking because she was worried about how it might damage her friend’s health.  from these two details, it’s obvious that she’s the complete opposite of mei.  

maybe that’s why he calls her weak.  she’s too selfless and compassionate in a world where every sorcerer is for themselves.  the world is cruel as a sorcerer.  no matter how hard you try to fight, in the end, you’ll always die alone.  remember his talk with megumi after the baseball game?  after witnessing megumi pull a sacrificial bunt to help his teammates advance, gojo has a talk with megumi about his attitude and potential.  he says that being selfless and caring about others is not a bad thing, but in a world like this, where people always die alone, he is wasting his potential by being concerned with others.  it’s okay to be selfish.  this is why we see fierce independence in a lot of the sorcerers like mei, nanami, and gojo.  they each have their own reasons as to why they work alone, but it’s still a common characteristic.  i feel like utahime doesn’t have a selfish bone in her body.  i speculate that her selflessness is the exact reason why she is being held back.  during her mission to exorcise a grade 1 spirit by herself, the final task before being promoted to grade 1, she likely got distracted trying to help civilians out of danger and failed her mission.  he’s right when he says she doesn’t have the guts to be the traitor, utahime doesn’t have it in her to do something so boldly solely for her own benefit.  

after this long tangent, how does this relate to your headcanon, ootahime?  

as you know, love is not transactional.  you can’t pay someone to love you.  what if gojo is asking himself how much it would cost to buy her love.  hence, her confusion because she is oblivious to what he really means.  it could be probable because gakuganji is observing not only gojo, but utahime as well.  so what gojo says must involve her too, right?  

or she could just be confused because his words seem out of place because she is unaware of what gakuganji is doing behind everyone’s back.  that explanation makes sense for viz’s official translation but it doesn’t make sense when he says, “spoken from experience!” because his words make sense in that context.  he’s basically saying that mei’s beliefs must be based on her past experiences so he understands why she feels this way.  that’s an appropriate response to mei’s statement so i don’t see why utahime would be confused by this.  unless i’m interpreting this whole scene completely wrong.  in that case, whoopsies!  

let me know if you’re confused because i’m willing to clarify.  idk why but i found this really difficult to explain.  maybe because i’m reaching so hard haha

chapter 40

he finds any way he can to tease her.  they seem like a married couple watching a movie or something.  does he take pride in being the only person she doesn’t get along with?  i mean, she says it herself so he is aware she thinks he’s annoying, but he keeps picking on her anyway.  he doesn’t even pick on his enemies this much LMAOOO i think the only other person he likes to make fun of is gakuganji but he does so because he doesn’t agree with his views.  with utahime it’s different.  he trusts her a lot and even looks out for her.  

chapter 44

why are there two separate instances of gakuganji observing utahime and gojo’s interactions from afar?  nah i’m just playing.  he’s just looking because he’s concerned she’ll run into the semi-grade 1 curse he had for yuuji.  OKAY BUT I NOTICED SOMETHING KINDA CUTE?  whenever utahime says something suddenly, he always has those 3 little triangles near his head.  it’s like he’s thinking, “oh!  utahime is speaking, i must listen <3″  look at his face too.  he’s looking at her like :O

this is also an example of her showcasing her concern for the students in front of gojo.  i feel like he questions why she’s so caring because if it were him, he would have left the student to figure it out themselves.  i really wonder how she would react if he answered her truthfully when she asked what he’d do if she were the traitor.  

chapter 45

there’s not much to say here...they’re just cute.  i know it’ll never happen but i’d like to see them fight side by side one day.  i’m aware that gojo works best alone but i just want to see how they’d work together, okay? 😔

chapter 45

see the little triangles on his head again?  UGH SO CUTE.  

chapter 45

IS THIS NOT INTENTIONAL???  they share the same thoughts.  he even finished her thought.  mannnnnnnnnnnnn what is akutami doing?  giving us false hope and stripping it away just for fun?  making them work so well together for what??

chapter 52

cute how he looks out for her.  i have nothing more to say LOL

chapter 53

notice how they’re sitting across from each other?  HEHE

chapter 53

yet another instance of her caring for her students in front of gojo.  in the anime she has the cutest expression when she says she’s glad the students are safe.  i bet gojo saw that too.  i also bet that she looks prettier from his point of view.

extra

from the manga and light novels, gojo and utahime are the ones that talk about sports the most.  he most definitely chose baseball to cheer her up.  it’s not a coincidence people!  

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i feel like i had a lot more to say but i completely lost my train of thought while writing this, especially with chapter 40. i’m once again writing this at 4 in the morning LOL........  please please please add on or share your thoughts!  thank you for reading and sorry for any mistakes.  

[aalissy]

Cooking Together

Day 6 is donee! And it’s all about Adrienette cooking together which I lovee hehe. Lemme know what you think <3

AO3

A giant beam lit up Adrien’s face as he pushed open the door to the bakery. He and Marinette were going to cook together. He had always wanted to get into cooking and when he had mentioned that fact to their friend group, Marinette had shyly murmured that she could help him learn how. Brimming with excitement, he searched the bakery, looking for her. He felt a brush of disappointment when he didn’t see her. Scratching the back of his neck, Adrien briefly wondered if she had forgotten or simply didn’t think he was being serious.

Before he could fight himself for too long, though, Tom called over to him, “Oh, Adrien you made it! Our little girl is going to be so happy when she finally wakes up.”

Tom shot an amused glance towards the trapdoor and Adrien followed his gaze, understanding finally dawning on him. Of course Marinette hadn’t forgotten about him. She was simply sleeping in like she usually did. Shooting a fond smile upstairs, he hoped that she would wake up soon.

“You stay here, Tom. I’ll go wake Marinette up.” Sabine patted her husband’s arm before beginning to walk up the stairs, calling for her daughter as she did so.

“So, how are you doing on this fine weekend?” Tom walked over to him after his wife left, putting an arm around Adrien as he beamed happily.

“I’ve been great!” he chirped, “Especially now that I’m here and get to learn how to bake from my favorite teacher.”

Tom opened his mouth to speak but before he could, a loud crash came from the stairs. Both of their gazes jumped over to see a rumpled Marinette sprawled on the floor. With a quiet, warm chuckle, Adrien walked over to her, extending a hand to help her up. She blinked up at it for a few, brief seconds before taking it with a bright, pink flush. 

“S-sorry I’m late.” Marinette gave him a sheepish smile. “I missed my alarm but I’m so glad that you could come! Are you ready to learn how to make something?”

“Of course!” Adrien chirped back, “And don’t worry about being late. You wouldn’t be Marinette if you were on time.”

He gave her a wink and her pink cheeks turned into a bright shade of red. “I-I thought we’d start by making something easy today. You don’t mind making croissants, do you?”

“Of course not! Those are my favorite pastries!” Adrien gave her a bright smile. 

  “Great!” Marinette chirped back before gesturing towards the kitchen. Picking up a pink apron, she tied it neatly around herself. Following her lead, Adrien reached for an apron as well, slowly putting it on. 

“Now, I’ve laid out all of the ingredients that we need on the counter. I did the measurements a while ago but if you’d like them just let me know and I’ll tell you. I’ve also gone ahead and preheated the oven so we can get to the best part which is eating them.” With a quiet giggle, Marinette began to hand him the ingredients. “Now, for the first step, you need to put flour, water, milk, sugar, yeast, and salt together in a bowl.”

Sticking his tongue out in concentration, Adrien carefully began to follow her instructions, taking care that nothing spilled. He was not going to mess this up! Clearing his throat slightly, he then asked, “Alright, what’s next?”

“Next we’re going to go ahead and mix and knead the dough together.” Marinette walked over to him looking down at his bowl proudly. 

“And, uh, how do I do that,” he asked, giving her a sheepish grin. “Sorry, this is my first time making anything.”

Marinette frowned before placing a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t be sorry, Adrien. It’s okay to ask for help. I should have clarified earlier. Here, watch me.” 

With her hands, she reached into the bowl, slowly kneading and mixing the dough as he watched on with amazement. Sliding the bowl over to him, her blue eyes twinkled over at him. “Now you try.”

“Right.” He gave her a determined nod before reaching in, attempting to do the same thing that Marinette did. After a few seconds, Adrien glanced over at her, hoping he was doing the right thing.

“That’s perfect, Adrien! See, you’re a natural!” Marinette giggled, bumping her shoulder against his lightly.

A flush of pride welled up inside him as he glanced down at her shyly. If only he could come over every night. It was so warm and happy in the bakery... just like Marinette herself.

Together, he and Marinette went through the rest of the steps. Every time he was confused or unsure of something, he would just shoot a glance at her and she would instantly understand what he needed. It was almost strange how well they worked together. It was like they had already been doing this for years. Like they instinctively knew what the other was thinking.

Together, they slid the final product into the oven. With a deep breath, Adrien said, “I hope they turn out okay.”

“Of course they will!” Marinette giggled back at him. “Like I said already you were a natural. These might be some of the best croissants I’ve ever made.”

“You really think so?” He turned his head around to ask the question eagerly, 

“Mhm,” she hummed back at him, a soft smile on her face. 

Pink dusted across his face as Adrien blushed slightly. “Well, it’s only because I had the best teacher ever.”

With a happy giggle, Marinette opened her mouth to say something else when their timer started going off. Quickly, she opened the oven, taking out the golden-brown croissants. Gasping proudly, she said, “Wow, these look so good!”

Grabbing one, he ignored the burning in his fingers in favor of taking a large bite. It was hot and practically burned his mouth but it was almost as delicious as Marinette’s own croissants. With a content sigh, Adrien finished the rest of his croissant.

“Are they any good?” Marinette asked, blowing on one gently as she gazed up at him from beneath her lashes. 

“They’re perfect!” he said with delight, watching eagerly as she bit into the one that she had grabbed. She hummed cheerfully around the croissant and Adrien felt like he could take on the world. Marinette liked his croissant! This was the best day ever.

“You’re right,” she finally murmured, “These are even better than mine!”

He flushed happily, opening his mouth to contradict her when her blue eyes twinkled back at him mischievously. “Now, what do you say we go and play some Ultimate Mecha Strike III while we eat these before your bodyguard gets here?”

“Sounds like a plan to me!” Adrien said, following her after her quickly as she yanked off her apron and began running up the stairs. If only every weekend could be like this. Marinette made his life absolutely perfect.

[thedancefloorsilly]

Hello Darling! Would you mind writing a few headcanons for Killua with a candymaker S/O?

I really love your writing and your theme.

Good day —🌹

Hey anon!! ah of course of course I love this idea :D and omg thank you so much that means a lot !! and im glad u like my theme hehe <3 hope u have a good day too :))

- To start off, Killua always knew you had some sort of a knack for making sweets!! You love to bake together with him, making the most delicious desserts such and cookies and brownies and other stuff of that sort.

- You would also often bring Killua (and sometimes Gon) some candy stored in your pocket knowing how much of a sweet tooth the boy(s) had. It become a custom for him and Gon to always ask for new treats every time you were around, the candies were just THAT good. But they also weren’t aware of how you were the ones making them. 

- So it didn’t take long for Killua to finally ask where the HECK he can buy those candy. He was willing to spend a whole fortune with all the money he had just to get his hands on them. But once you told him that all this time you were the ones making the candy, he couldn’t help but to be shocked! 

- You had to clarify that you were a literal candy maker to him, which made him even more surprised! How did he not know that his beloved s/o was a candy maker? Killua honestly just assumed that you always had candy on you. if you can make candy for him. He’s going to try and ask you in the most innocent tone with that cheeky look on his face. 

- Something he ALWAYS asks you is if you can make chocolate robots. Even though you don’t have the exacttt recipe to make them, it’s basically just chocolate in the mold of a robot (so how hard could it be?). A few days later, you surprised Killua with a whole BASKET full of them and his other favorite treats, too. This boy just looked at you with stars in his eyes, greedily taking the basket out of your hands just to eye at all his sweets. 

- But of course, you didn’t take offense to it because you could tell how much Killua appreciated it with the look on his!! The first thing that boy did was start to eat at the chocolates right away. If you hadn’t told him to slow down, Killua would’ve eaten everything right on the spot!! After he finally get a hold of himself, that’s when Killua will finally tell you how appreciative he is of the gift, giving you a little kiss to show his gratitude!!

- Sometimes you love making him baskets full of candy for any special holidays or his birthday. This is different from the usual gifts you give him because you always put your heart out into these!! The decorations of the basket is always so pretty, and fits the theme of whatever special ocassion you’re celebrating! Seeing how much thought you put into these gifts makes Killua blush. 

- He’ll also ask you if you can make him some sweets to give Alluka!! He knows for a fact that she’s never tried any of your candy before but he KNOWS that she’ll love it. Even though Alluka isn’t that much of a sweet tooth when it comes to chocolate, she can never get enough of those gummy candy!! Killua will ask nicely if you can make something special just for his beloved sister :)

[carbootsoul]

oh i wanted to clarify that i do really love your stories on ao3 (i use this blog as a spam bc my main writing one is were I'm shy on), and i was mainly on a kaebedo fic searching today and loved the way you played into diluc's dynamic with kaeya. i don't usually read for diluc because kaeya's always been my main interest but the small moments of intimacy you place between the two warm my heart yk! like how kaeya could have just ended the job and mondstatd's sign of hope but how his sheer love for a younger brother blinds the task. i also found the "i want you (you want me baby)" fic so entertaining it had me floored. i really like it when authors take albedo's perspective bc he is hard to write for. he's someone who won't interpret love the same way as someone else, someone who needs pushes to finally accept his own humanity. i think it's sweet how your fics focus on the idea of want? kaeya wanting diluc to live and for them to finally be happy? albedo wanting to fall in love and be fragile enough to be human? it kind of reminds me the dynamic of Orpheus and Eurydice in hades town :)

ALSO i forgot to mention this but your implementation of beauty fascinated me. i love your way of having it flow together? attraction to kaeya is beauty, and how albedo continues to find or depict the beauty in things through wishing to capture it with art. i can't provide the best explanations for your works but i think there's so much character you bring.

additionally, i really like the aspect of initial attraction between the two? ik a lot of people think they're a slow burn, but i think it fits them as people to be fast paced yet slow in realizing their love for one another. they talk about matters that seem important, albedo can look past all the mindless speech and will hammer down on the topics that really mean for the real kaeya to appear. i think i can't properly describe the emotions at the moment bc my head is in sheer shock of it all, but i just thought "wow they have layers". like the scene in church, how kaeya most likely has religious trauma, and how albedo notices the stain glass---maybe it's me who grew up as a forced into church, but it's how simple little depictions like the dislike of worship in both characters that make them seem so human.

hope you're doing well love :)

oh my god this is so nice thank u so much <3 <3 i feel almost the exact same way about diluc (i mean he's fun but i won't usually search out content abt him because kaeya is more interesting) BUT if i think abt him for more than a few seconds i get the most insane brainrot ever. i've got a fic abt his bisexuality that's been open on my computer for months and it's embarrassingly long bc this guy just makes me have so many thoughts if i dwell on him. bc yeah he and kaeya are siblings and yeah they are both so alone even when they aren't. insane.

i really like writing for albedo but yeah it is a little different than writing for a lot of characters!! its a fun experiment imo and i don't think i've quite got it down but it's a weird balance between "this guy is just living a normal life hes just a dude" and "this guy is essentially a god and he was created for one reason and that is Destruction" thats fun to mess w. hehe i'm glad u thought the want theme was fun!! it was on my mind bc i think it's a queer thing that isn't explored v much- the transition that happens when u discover that attraction and wanting things is fun and not a chore or something to be scared of is a rly exciting one! and so of course i needed to project onto albedo my favorite man. also the idea that queer love/attraction is something beautiful, not something dirty of embarrassing was something i was messing with :) also i think part of albedo embracing the fact that he is alive is really connected to the fact that he loves things that are alive? things that are alive are beautiful -> albedo is in love -> being in love is beautiful -> albedo is beautiful -> albedo is alive

NO YEAH obv kaebedo is fun as a slow burn (part of the initial reason this isn't slow burn is only bc im incapable of writing slow burn) and i think maybe in my actual perception of the canon timeline they are a slow burn- obviously the initial interest in one another is there from the very beginning but i think it takes a while for anything to go past the superficial. however these two are both so starved for anything resembling understanding (albedo dumps his problems on a random 17 year old in canon like five days after their first meeting, this guy is dying for someone he feels can hold his confessions) that i also think them taking that potential for connection and running with it is totally plausible too.

oh man i've got so many thoughts abt the church of barbatos & also kaeya's specific relationship w the church. to get out of the way: beyond the obvious aesthetic influence/internal structure, i don't think the mondstadt church has much in common w modern christianity. since the existence of barbatos isn't disputable (the archons exist and no one debates this fact) and barbatos doesn't punish people who don't go to church, going to church isn't a "do this to escape eternal damnation/prove that you believe in god" thing but a "do this to celebrate/find community" thing. obviously there r still a lot of social pressures surrounding it but i don't think the core of the church is as harmful as christianity can be. anyway

i think the church a complete nonissue for albedo: rhinedottir obviously wouldn't have raised him religious and i'm sure he's not a fan of the seven, but i think he's too detached and rational to hold anything against the church for something the gods did. the church of barbatos especially is so far removed from the actual god, the only thing about it that would stand out to albedo would be the stained glass (this thing of beauty, which interests him unlike the rest of the church). but kaeya.. "mr i have complex relationships with everything in the world" i mean in canon his best friend is a nun, i'm sure he went to church regularly as a child/teenager, etc etc but at the same time he is from khaenri'ah in a very raw way & he wasn't able to approach the church from the adult perspective albedo has, since he's been going since he was six or something. i do think the church of barbatos is/was an important part of his life but i also think it's a very hard thing for him to reckon with, especially after master crepus's death. idr what exactly i said in the church but honestly i bet he still goes to church for the social aspects.

anyway thank you so much for these asks, they absolutely made my day <3 i hope you're doing well too and i'm so glad you liked my writing :)

[prosebushpatch]

Hi, I'm a huge fan of your Detective Pikachu AHIT au, so much so that you've inspired me to try and make an AHIT au of my own. I was wondering if you had any tips or advice for me though because I've never really written an au before, let alone a fanfic. I'm not sure how to word it well, but I'll try my best. I guess what I'm wondering specifically is how do you find the balance between standing apart from the original media and making the two blend together in a way that feels natural? If that makes sense? And/or general advice. I've been wanting to write this story for a long time but actually writing (and posting it for others to see) is very intimidating. Sorry if this is a lot to ask for though. I really look up to you a lot when it comes to writing stories. You do such a good job of making the characters easy to relate to and I can almost physically feel myself in your stories when I'm reading them because of how full of life they are. If the advice thing is too much, I understand. If nothing else I wanted so say thank you for all the AHIT stories you've written. They've helped me through some difficult times. Still are. It gives me something to look forward to when everything else is unclear. Thank you very much <3

Oh gosh, first, thank you so much, this is so kind and I’m so glad and grateful my stories can do that for you ;o; <333 It means a lot! I’m happy to share my thought processes for writing! Under the cut because I get a little rambly, but I hope it helps a bit and feel free to ask me to clarify anything!

For balancing aus, what I usually do is pinpoint the main pieces of the original media that I think are most important to the media itself and then if there are any matching themes/vibes with the media I’m working with, I latch onto those too. For example! The main thing I zeroed in on in the Detective Pikachu au is how the dad gets turned into a pokemon, gets amnesia, and has to team up with his kid to unravel the mystery surrounding his predicament. That’s the part that, I think, makes it a Detective Pikachu au first and foremost and it’s where I’m the most faithful to the source, and then I deviate quite a bit, like how I keep the prince/snatcher a lawyer and turn him into an eevee instead because I thought it fit the character more.

And then with that au, I threw in the shadow pokemon mechanic because I thought the artificial corruption of hearts and closing them fit how Vanessa and the prince in ahit are corrupted/overshadowed by their heartbreak. And a smaller thing I did to combine Detective Pikachu with the prince was how, in the movie, detective pikachu is obsessed with coffee and since I made the prince’s partner a polteageist, it made sense to have him have an affinity for tea. And then from there it was a matter of just playing around with how the characters and the world of ahit would change with pokemon!

The most important advice I can give is to write the moments/tropes/emotions that you most want to! For as much as I can justify my choices for the story above, I also just really wanted to write them like that, haha. Like I just adore the shadow pokemon mechanic and wish it was utilized in games more, so I brought it into the story so I could play with it!

I totally get nervous posting stories too. And, looking back, there are a lot of ways I could improve the aus, like I feel that my majora’s mask au could have more influence from majora’s mask itself, but also I do love the story I ended up with! So I think, just writing things that make you happy/call to you is the best place to start. There are a lot of moments in those aus that I was certain no one else but me would enjoy, but then they ended up being some favorites of readers! (Like Wuka ;w; I wasn’t going to keep him in as long but I was delighted to find others loved him too, so I indulged in more shameless owo moments hehe).

This got a little long, but I hope it helps and I hope you start writing your story soon!!! I think my favorite thing about stories is how many ways you can tell the same one, or similar ones, or ones that start in the same place but branch into different paths, and how they all matter. In some way, big or small, stories matter. And your story matters! Wherever you start it, and however you guide it through its journey, it matters! And I most certainly look forward to reading it when it’s ready! <333

[lumilasi]

Hi, I love your fics so much!! They're amazing!!! I don't comment a whole lot bcs Im bad at it I wish I knew what to say ;;;

Do u have tips or something for comments? Like what authors would like? IDK if this is a weird question but I thought a writer would maybe know how dafaq to do this ahaha IDK sorry if Im bothering u or smth

Aww thank you! Glad you like them C: and no, you’re not being a bother at all!

Haha I don’t blame you, figuring out what to say in comments is kind of tricky! I know because I always try to leave comments when I read something; since I’m a writer too I get why not getting feedback can be incredibly demotivating. Kudos and hits are ultimately just numbers, whereas comments can make writers go ’yes, this thing is actually worth posting, actual people are enjoying it!’. At least the other writers I’ve spoken to have all shared this sentiment, so I’d figure it’s pretty universal feeling? Of course I can’t know how every writer thinks, but this would make sense to me haha!

Not saying non-writers wouldn’t realize this too btw, but I guess it might be the easiest to see when you are kinda ’in it’ so to say? I dunno how to put this sorry lmao OTL

(Side note; I wonder if I’ve seen a post about commenting tips or if this has been asked from me before? This feels vaguely familiar lmao.)

So, uhh yeah. I guess I could share some of the basic ’comment ideas’ or whatever I use when I myself comment on the few fics I still read? You can do whatever you want with how you comment, but maybe these could help coming up with what to say? They help me at least cuz yeah, commenting is hard sometimes!

You Could....

1. Bring up the parts you especially liked in the chapter you commented on, or the story so far in general; this gives the author a good idea what is working in the story. You can type this out freely or just basically quote the parts from the fic (latter is probs easier haha)

2. Maybe theorize a little where things might be going. You might either guess somewhat correctly - meaning the breadcrumbs we’ve left are working yes - or maybe even give the author something to think about they hadn’t thought of before. (The amount of times readers have pointed stuff out to me that kinda makes sense that I didn’t think of, is kinda funny.) This one can be hard to do I admit, but I figured I’d still throw this in there; these are just comment ideas like said, to maybe help you come up with what to say!

3. Express the emotion the chapter made you feel, whenever it made you sad/happy/etc. You can for example, express this humorously, like all those people shaking their fists at me for making them sad over AFO in FS lmao (sorry, I’m mainly using examples from my own fics because I don’t really go reading other people’s fic comments heh) or just go ’I’m crying in the club rn’ or something (a phrase I’ve also seen commenters use hehe)

4. Maybe you can comment about what you think of the character’s actions in the specific chapter/some overall part of the story? If you think they’re being a dumbass or if you’re glad they did what they did. This I guess can be tricky because you can’t know as the reader what the author’s intent fully is, but comments like these can still be fun/interesting to read! Sometimes it gives me an incline I need to clarify something if too many people are getting confused by it lmao (thankfully this is super rare, but it has happened. There was one extreme case of me deciding to rewrite an entire chapter because one comment from a reader made me alarmed enough that the vibes in that chapter were badly off. It was just this one person who seemed to notice it, but after they pointed it out I couldn’t unsee it so I rewrote the whole thing lmao)

5. Maybe lightheartedly roast a character who is doing something dumb in the story? I roast characters I write myself in author notes sometimes hehe

6. Just simple ’I love this,’ ’this is great,’ etc. Can be more than enough if you dunno what else to put there!

So yeah. Those are few things I can think of to maybe help you come up with what to say?

I know it can still be difficult to type anything down (especially if you are more of a shy/anxious person, it can be intimidating for sure!) but it is worth it! Not only are you brightening an authors day, but you are helping them to stay motivated to provide you the story you enjoy reading. Even if not every comment gets responded to (I try to respond to most of them personally, but even I don’t always do that, purely because I might not know what to say, ironically lmao) they all get read in all likeness.

This is all ofc written from my perspective, these are the kind of comments I feel are probably the most common kind out there.

[bokutos-eyebrows]

Heyo, it’s me again (sorry for requesting more than once, I just really love your writing) Anyway, do you think you could maybe do some kenma x reader where kenma is streaming and reader like walks into frame or calls out for him bc they don’t realise he’s streaming and he gets kinda shy and embarrassed but like shows u of anyway?? 👉🏻👈🏻 also I read ur tsukishima x reader fix’s and Oof 😳😳😳, ur so good at writing for horny tsukishima. They were really good as always:) 💗💜💖❣️💘💕💝💞💓

Hehe hey there! I don’t mind multiple requests! I’m glad you like my work that much, thank you! I’m sorry it took so long to follow back I literally thought we were mutuals already I’m dumb LMAO. I love love loooooooooove this idea~ I hope you enjoy :3

P.S. Thank u i literally am so in love with Tsukki I read through the Tsukishima/Reader tag on AO3 constantly. 

Kenma Showing Off His S/O on Livestream

Kenma x Gender neutral reader 

You and Kenma had recently moved in together. You already knew about his live streaming and had been there while he did it before but never really popped in or interrupted.Kenma likes to keep his private life super intimate and offline, plus he didn’t think his viewers were into that kind of thing.

You didn’t mind because he has such a large following it was honestly intimidating!

It was a quiet afternoon, not Kenma’s typical time for streaming so you thought he was just on mic gaming with friends. 

“Kenmaaaaa, do you remember where I put my incense kit? I really wanted to burn a new scent today..” You walk into his gaming room, looking over his shoulder at what game he’s playing.

Oh no he’s live…

He turns to you, super casually,  “I think you left it in a box in the front closet. Do you need me to help look?”

You’re already out of frame to not be a distraction, “Oh no it’s okay I’ll go look thank you!!!!” 

After you leave Kenma looks at the chat on his stream.

OMG who was that?? Kozume-san’s s/o??

No way! They must have been a roommate or friend!!

Kenma’s rich, why would he have a roommate. They’re dating!!

Everyone was already questioning and speculating.

Kenma sighed, he knew the chat would go on like this until he clarified things.

“That was my partner, y/n.” He mumbled into the mic

INTRODUCE USSS

We wanT TO SEE Y/N

KENMA WHY WOULD U HIDE SOMEONE SO CUTE FROM US

The chat started to pop off!!!!!!!!

Kenma sighed again and stood up to go get you.

“Y/n,” Kenma stood at the doorway of your bedroom. 

“Kenma I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were streaming. I should have checked first!!!” You blurted out.

“Oh it’s fine..I don’t really mind that, it’s just,” Kenma turned his head blushing, “They want me to introduce you on the stream.” 

You smile at your sweet boyfriend. He gives you a few minutes to fix up your hair and change your clothes to something “presentable” although Kenma thought you looked great before too. Then you walk into his streaming room.

Kenma nods at you and turns to the webcam, “E-Everyone, this is y/n.” You smiled and said hello.The chat started going crazy with praise and compliments.

Y/N is so cute! Good job Kenma!

Bring y/n on more often!

Thank you y/n for taking care of Kenma!

“Haha the stream loves me!” You beamed.

“Y-Yeah,” Kenma nodded, “And so do I.”

Thank you for reading!!!!!!!! 

[janette-b]

Out Of Time - Part 2

Adrien's POV

"I still can’t believe I kissed Marinette, Plagg." Adrien confessed, admiring the ceiling.

"Me neither, kid, me neither." Plagg was nibbling on his love, Camembert as per usual.

"I don't know what got into me, I just… when I saw her eyes, oh they were beautiful and her lips, they felt so soft against mine and-" His admiration of Marinette was interrupted by Plagg.

"Ewh, you don't have to go into detail. Let me eat my cheese in peace." Plagg groaned in disgust.

"The point is I like Marinette. I know we only kissed yesterday but, I’ve known her for years! She had to have felt a connection too, why else would she have kissed me back, right?" He asked rhetorically.

"Really, Adrien? First it's Ladybug, then it's Kagami, and now it's Marinette? Are you ever gonna make up your mind kid?" 

"I mean it this time though, I was just trying to get over Ladybug with Kagami, and I don't really have a chance with Ladybug since she says she likes someone else, then there’s the fact that we can't know each other’s identities. With Marinette though, I can talk to her about almost anything, and plus she seems to also like me.”

“So you’ve finally figured it out? You must feel so dumb after how obvious it was.” Plagg cackled.

“What are you talking about, so Marinette does have a crush on Cat Noir?” Adrien seemed in awe at this piece of information.

“Are you serious- ugh forget it. To think I assumed you were smart for once. So, are you gonna ask her to go on a date or what?” Plagg rolled his eyes, disappointed that his owner hadn’t grown out his oblivious ways.

“I can’t, Plagg what if we start dating and it’s all over the news? Especially because she probably tells Alya everything. Knowing her, Alya would post it on her blog as soon as she knew. Hawk Moth is bound to find out and use it to his advantage. I can’t risk putting Marinette or her family in danger like that.”

“Well simple solution, you just ask Marinette to ask her friend to keep it a secret, how hard can it be for you humans to keep your mouth shut?”

“I guess you’re right.. it shouldn’t be a problem asking Marinette this favor. She’s always so considerate, I’m sure she’ll understand. Thanks Plagg.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re planning on going over there right now? I was gonna take a nap.” Plagg grunted, snuggling up to his cheese.

“Guess it’s gonna have to wait then." Adrien shrugged and transformed, while wearing a cheeky grin. 

Meanwhile with Marinette

“Can you make the inside fabric comfy?” Tikki asked while Marinette was choosing some fabrics.

“Don’t worry it’ll be fully Tikki-approved.” Marinette replied, wearing a bright smile.

“Thank you Marinette, sometimes I like taking a nap when you’re in class. I even sneak a cookie in from time to time.” She admitted, chuckling.

“No wonder I find crumbs in there. I’m just glad you don’t like Camembert.” Marinette teased while making a smelly gesture.

“At least I eat something normal, All Plagg eats is cheese. I mean I’d understand if it was normal cheese but Camembert? Ugh and I swear if that stinky sock calls me “Sugarcube” one more time I’m gonna explode!” Tikki scowled.

“Oh, so that’s where Cat Noir gets his flirtatious personality.” Marinette chuckled. Just as Marinette was about to continue the purse, she heard a knock on the trap door.

“Speak of the devil.” Tikki giggled, while hiding.

“Oh hey Cat, what are you doing here?” Marinette gently opened her balcony trapdoor.

“I thought I would take you up on my offer from yesterday. You know the one where I help you design and stuff?” Cat asked coyly as she led him into her bedroom.

“Oh… You mean like a- a date?” She blinked in surprise, cheeks suddenly turning pink.

“Only if you want it to be, we could just hang out as friends… if you don’t feel that way-”

“Y-Yes! I would love to go on a date with you.” Marinette burst out, unable to stop smiling.

“Really? Oh thank goodness, I thought I’d be making it awkward if I asked.” He took a breath of relief.

“Awh, was my kitty afraid I was gonna say no?” 

“Maybe just a little. Hehe” Cat Noir blushed slightly. “I just thought, well you’re a beautiful girl, Marinette I’m sure there’s plenty of other guys who would like to date someone as great as you.”

“Wow that’s- I… Thank you Cat, that's very flattering.” Marinette suddenly felt self-conscious and simpered. “Anyway.. Uh, I kind of started our date without you. I was actually just about to finish sewing the hems of the inside of my purse together so I could go to the craft store and pick out some leather for the outside of the purse.”

“Oh, okay. How can I help?” Cat Noir asked, unsure of what to do.

“Let’s see… Oh! I know you can sketch out some ideas for what to put on the outside. I was thinking of like a paw print or ooh, maybe a little black cat, Oh wait we could put a cat and then two paw prints on the sides! Hold on, let me get some inspiration from pinterest really quickly.” Cat looked at Marinette as she pulled out her phone, mesmerized by how excited she was getting to make this purse.

“I thought I was the one sketching, or did you decide to leave me empty handed?” Cat Noir teased her.

“Don’t worry kitten, you’ll get your paws on something soon, I just need to make sure you know what you’re doing. You can make a simple drawing, right?” Marinette raised a brow, teasing him right back.

“Of course, I mean I’m more of a musical artist than an actual artist but how hard can it actually be, am I right?” 

“You’d be surprised Cat Noir.” She laughed. Marinette began finishing what was left to sew, while also criticizing Cat on his drawing skills. Once finally finishing the inside of the purse, they took a trip to the craft store to get some items for the rest of the purse.

The Craft Store - Cat Noir’s POV

“I think we need to find some silver or gray leather since the cat is gonna be black, I want it to really pop against the background, ya know?” She clarified as they strolled around the fabric isles together. She looked so comfortable in this place, and him? He barely could tell the difference between all these leather fabrics and she chose them out like it was nothing. 

“Cat? Cat. Cat Noir? Is something wrong? Oh no do I have something in my hair!?” Marinette looked around nervously, and tried plucking a ghost object from her hair.

Oh no... was he staring? Awh Camembert he was!

“What? Oh, no, no. Don’t worry your hair looks as beautiful as ever, I.. was just umm-” What possible excuse could he have for staring into those mesmerizing, deep, beautiful bluebell eyes for too long? Maybe he could say that she-

“Oh I see what this is! You’re trying to be flirty with your eyes. Well listen here tomcat, I know we’ve known each other for almost 3 years now, but you’re not getting another kiss out of me that easily. Let’s just have a few dates and see where this goes... okay?” Marinette looked up at him and pointed up at his face, a bit demanding. Well at least now he didn’t have to worry about making an excuse as to why he was staring at her.

Hold on. Did she just say she wanted to have a few more dates with him? As in.. more than one? She really liked him just as much as he liked her? Cat Noir couldn’t contain his camembert-eating grin, as his heart began to beat faster for her. Plagg was right, he really did have a chance with her!

“Cat... why are you grinning like that?” Marinette narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms.

“Oh nothing. I just realized, while we’re on this date looking for fabric materials, how much I like spending time with you.” Chat Noir gave her the most affectionate smile, making eye contact with her. He could have sworn he saw her cheeks turn pink and chuckled at how adorable she looked. “Oh, that reminds me! Shouldn’t we also be looking for some accent grays to go on the linings of the purse?” He had a little bit of an idea on what clashes, what matches and all that, since his dad has worked with a bunch of designs for his company.

“Uh- Oh yeah! I almost forgot about those, let’s go find some!” Marinette grabbed his wrist and dragged him along with her to the other side of the shelves, where the darker colors were. They continued looking for a few fabrics until finally finding the perfect ones. After that they went back to the bakery and ate some delicious macaroons and continued making her Cat Noir-inspired purse. What a lovely night it was for the two teens to end off their first date.