#really enjoy but Kira showed up and now things r getting good . would be better if kira was a woman tho. she is. to me.

[heatwa-ves]

Did you already get to jojos part 5?? 😳

I DIDN'T I'm near the end of part 4 there's like 10 episodes left or something but I saw this post earlier and. what if I exploded forever.

[soranihimawari]

day 1: shenanigans

foxes den shenanigan (1)

summary: snippets into the slice of life of being one of the few young women who interact with the inarizaki volleyball club. every member is all tough on the outside until they meet kira, yn: the one who had been neighbors with the miya twins all her life. her best friend, nakiri-chan, is convinced at least once in their life all three of them (osamu, kira, and atsumu) had loved each other. this mini series is a going to be a little reflective, a little dramatic, and overall deals with themes of growing up to learn the difference of love. 

genre: slice of life/ angsty-teen love/ rated pg-15+ for language and juxtopostional humour. 

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-------[Inarazaki High School, 11:47 a.m.]-------

“you can’t be serious,” my best friend’s voice of disbelief tells me. we were on lunch break when we decided to head to the vending machines by the gym. there were various students talking amongst themselves buzzing with excitement for the annual art festival. 

“oh, but i am,” i said. i took a deep breath when i gripped her shoulders. upon my exhale i nodded.

“b-but your class representative said your homeroom was putting together a maid cafe all because she found out you know how to bake?”

“i blame the last bake sale my cooking club did to raise funds for a new mixer. all the members of the boys’ volleyball team bought a bag of my ‘cosmic star’ cookies.“

“i see. well, it can’t be all that bad, right? if you’re going to be the one coming up with the menu and the baked treats, you don’t really have to wear the maid outfit.”

i hum in response when i place my bill into the machine. the vending machine rumbles before dropping my can of mango nectar. once she buys her drink, she and i head back to our class on the third floor; before we separate, she wishes me luck with coming up with the menu.

“so, what did you have in mind kira-chan?”

“macaroons and maybe tarts. i don’t know what kind yet though. i’ll see ya after classes are over so we can walk home together. later nakiri-san!”

***

the day of the festival approached even faster than you had thought. after many attempts at making various macaroon flavors and tart ideas that paired well with the boba-styled drinks being served, me and the other bakery/cafe volunteers were ready for business. the other students in your class were divided between servers and baristas. the girls and boys who were selected as the maids and butlers were thankfully the only ones that had to wear the full garb. since it was the day before the festival, i decided to do a sampling of the sweets i chose to make for the servers and baristas so they can help our prospective customers tomorrow with describing the menu items. my fellow classmates, the team of five standing next to me (our bakers team consisted of six), were able to try out their own treats and thanked me for showing them how to make the treats. aside from macaroons and cookies, we collectively added two parfait flavors: one was strawberry themed for our school colors and the other was themed around sunset colors.

before the meeting was adjourned, i breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the news from our class rep up until she mentioned something about the bakery staff wearing cat ears and other nicknacks of cafe worker approved jewelry. when i got home that evening, i screamed into my pillow to relieve some excess stress over the maid cafe. 

i immediately called my neighbor and although i wasn’t expecting him to answer the phone, i felt relief wash over me when i heard his normal greeting on the other end:

“miya residence and no, atsumu isn’t the better twin.”

i chuckled at his statement. after years of living next door to them, i can only say that miya osamu was right (also, he was the first person to express the same level of joy in cooking for others). he immediately cleared his throat when he heard me laugh.

“ahem. oh, hey kira-san. what’s up?”

i am not surprised i heard a short lived scuffle in the background as well as atsumums “ack!” in the background followed by a soft thud that only chucking a pillow could have made.

“osamu? it’s me. say, do you still have the cat ear hair clips from last halloween?”

***

the festival was in full swing: streamers lined the hallways as the people visiting came to enjoy what our school had to offer. i heard from nakiri that her class voted on doing a paint by numbers mural. other classes in our year were doing their renditions of living portraits and face painting. apparently, my class along with our neighbors across the hall divided up the cafeteria to encompass both a savory restaurant booth along with our class’ maid cafe. 

i was busy with the other members of my team making sure orders were being ran on time while placing the finishing touches for the treats on the tray. even though i was allowed to wear my pistaschio green chef coat, i couldn’t get away with just wearing a macaroon earrings. to push my bangs back, i had a pair of cat ears clipped into my hair. 

“shift change kira-san!” my class rep’s voice said in an exuberant manner. she was in charge of patrolling the hallway trying to gather more guests to come into our side of the cafeteria. business was steady to say the least, but i recalled i had signed up to take over the advertising part once hers was over. 

“ok! can you give me a few minutes? i need to fix my make up real quick.”

elsewhere, the members of the inarizaki volleyball team were seen wandering around campus enjoying the festival. the twins along with suna had long sinced branched off and found nakiri’s class. 

“hey guys! come to paint?” she offered them a sponge brush and a little to-go container. 

“isn’t kira-chan supposed to be with you?” osamu asked perplexed i wasn’t near by.

“yeah, aren’t you two joined at the hip?” his brother chimed in. nakiri rolled her eyes at the blond before shaking her head. 

“oh? you didn’t hear?” nakiri asked slightly taken aback by his question.

right at that moment, nakiri pointed behind the boys toward where i was standing speaking with over festival goers who were looking at the menu for my class’ cafe. i had a smile on my face when the guests mentioned they’d absolutely stopped by for a refreshing treat. when they waved their good bye to me, i was suddenly greeted by a different family who asked what i would recommend for their five year old (while they would opt for teas, their child really wanted something sweet). after asking a few questions (are they allergic to anything? does their child prefer strawberries or oranges? etc), i pointed out our strawberry parfait as a great option for them to all share. 

“i heard one class chose to do a dessert cafe, but i didn’t think it would be a maid cafe,” rintarou stated flatly. he took the paint and the brush from nakiri before stepping inside to paint his section of the mural. on the other hand, the blond twin elbowed his brother. there was a teasing glint in his eyes. 

“kira-san looks really cute, doesn’t she ‘samu?”

nakiri caught on to how pink the gray haired twin’s cheek became when his brother teased him. for the life of him, osamu couldn’t help but wonder why his neighbor called him asking to borrow the cat ear clips the night prior and now it was all making sense. 

“shut it atsumu.”

“hmm,” nakiri hummed. she tapped her index finger on her lips in thought. “my shift is almost over for the hour, so why don’t we all go visit the cafe, yeah?”

***

“oh my god!” 

my class rep burst through the kitchen doors again when my shift was over causing me to almost drop the parfait in my hands. i had successfully placed the dessert on the tray. one of the front of house staff members gripped her shoulders to calm her down a bit. thankfully, none of the ingrients toppled over, but we did lose a cookie straw in the process.

“breathe class rep,” i saidx. i was trying really hard to not laugh at her panicked expresion. “what’s going on?”

“h-hot miya twins outside.” 

that was all i needed to hear before i pinched the bridge of my nose before cursing my best friend and her family nine generations back for slipping out my secret assignment for the festival.

seeing my neighbors through the window of the kitchen swing doors was honestly the last thing i needed today, but of course we couldn’t always win the fortune of the gods. mumbling a quick, ‘the gods are testing me again,’ caused one of the cooks to snicker. to be fair, i could live without the thought of hearing atsumu’s teasing jokes or osamu’s sass, but alas, i did not win fortune’s favor that hour. also, this was the last outfit they’d expect to see me in because half of the volleyball team had tried (keyword:tried) to get me into a maid outfit for y e a r s. that campaign stopped as soon as shinsuke became captain.

“they’re asking for you to serve them too,” the front of house manager said when he walked into the kitchen shortly thereafter. i was having a good day up until this turn of events, and although it took every fiber of my being to not kill those two, i realized i should handle this in an appropriate manner. i mentioned i’ll handle it relinquishing my duties to my second. 

when i walked outside, i noticed that not only were my twin neighbors outside, they also sent a text to their entire team asking to visit the cafe area. i calmly turn my lips upward in a saccharine smile as i approached their table. it’s the same familiar smile which caused atsumu and osamu’s blood to run cold; they knew i was pissed as soon as i let the spirit of customer service take over my body.

“welcome to the foxes’ den masters,” i greeted them with a bow. “how may i be of service?”

atsumu’s eyes bounced back and forth between me and his brother who seemed to have found the parfaits description very interesting. 

“can i order something off the menu?” atsumu asked in a teasing way. if looks could kill, i’d sent the setter back home with a killer bruise on his shoulder, yet I remember how violence is frowned upon at a festival.

seeing as i did not object to his question when i replied with, “if it is your wish master.”

“can i buy an hour of your time from ya for my dearest younger brother?”

i blinked caught off guard by his forwardness on his twin’s behalf. all of our patrons had ceased speaking to other members of their parties after hearing his proposal. where was a pillow when i needed to scream into one? all color drained from osamu’s face. nakiri looked just as shocked as i was mouthing a ‘sorry’ toward me; she gave me an encouraging smile. (it’s been four years since both of the miya siblings gifted me friendship chocolates on white day as an apology for poking fun at my wacky homemade candies. my parental figure thought it would have been nice to make some for the neighbors’ twins in middle school.) 

my smile disappeared while i pondered my answer to the setter’s eager eyes. to spare both osamu and i further embarrassment, I spoke the first thing that came to my mind:

“if that is what your brother wishes, young master, then he should ask me himself,” i said kindly.

this caught osamu’s attention real quick; his eyes snapped up at me with a curious stare. suna had his phone out obviously documenting the whole thing. i tilt my head to the side and posed my hands under my chin prentending to think before i shrugged.

“he should also know that my shift ends at five-thirty and he should meet me here if he doesn’t mind walking me home. now, if you’ll excuse me, i have to garnish table seven’s parfaits.”

the murmurs of conversations began up again once i bowed and took my leave back into the kitchen. the last thing i heard was nakiri laughing as atsumu exclaimed that they were seated at the table i mentioned and osamu claiming that he’d kill his brother for fourth time that day. 

“i’ll have you know that i could have asked her at any time right?” osamu seethed. “i don’t need you to line up dates for me.”

“yeah, yeah. you hate me, i hate you. we punch each other a little, and then you get to date kira since you’re clearly not going to do anything about this one sided love you think you two have,” atsumu said before resting his chin on his hand. suna caught what atsumu said all on the video he was recording, including nikiri’s stunned face.

“woah, back the fun bus up. seriously?!” she asked. “no wonder kira had been acting a bit more strictly with her recipes lately. look at the little drawings on the menu.”

she was quick to point out the little drawings of the chibi macaroons (“one was blueberry the other was mango orange, a silent reference to you three’s friendship,” she briefly explained) the design team made and colored.

“must be true, look at how red his cheeks are becoming & i don’t think that’s because of anger,” suna replied.

“c‘ mon, let’s go.” atsumu suggests, rising from the table. “i suddenly recall having passed by the boardwalk games section. osamu, you stay here and tell me what i should order.”

—to be continued—

[cheemerthelizard]

Wishful Thinking (Kira body swap)

Aaaaaand here’s the second one! Enjoy!

Another dead end to your quest. You groaned. You and your friends had been looking for a man by the name of Yoshikage Kira for a month or so now, a man with a deadly power that he’d been using to kill innocent people in Morioh since before you were born. So far, nobody has had any luck tracking him down, and you were all starting to get frustrated.

“I wish that Kira would just appear in this room right now!” you screamed into a pillow.

“Are you sure?” a strange voice called out to you. You looked up from your pillow and saw a genie-like figure, standing over you. You quickly summoned your Stand and backed away from it.

“Who are you?” you asked, although it sounded more like a demand. “Are you a Stand? Who’s side are you on?”

“Relax, I’m on your side,” the genie told you. “I’m Wishful Thinking, a userless Stand, here to help anyone in need.”

“Anyone in need?” you said suspiciously. “Well, I would say I’m in need. What can you do for me?”

“I can grant your wish, of course,” Wishful Thinking answered you. “That’s my one and only duty. Now, do you wish for Kira to be in your room, right now?”

“Yes. Wait!” you suddenly interjected. “But I wish for him to not harm me.”

“Then it is done!” With a snap of his fingers, colorful dust appeared everywhere, and slowly faded away. You looked around your room, but no Kira.

“Are you trying to say that I look like a fool?!” you snapped, when you noticed your voice sounded nothing like it should. It was… deeper. Manlier. Uh oh.

“Do you think that’s what I’m trying to say, Yoshikage Kira?” Wishful Thinking chuckled.

“You! Kira set you up for this, didn’t he?!”

“No, no. Right now, Kira’s in your body, having just as hard a time coping with it as you. I care nothing for ‘sides.’ I just like causing mischief and chaos, and your little dilemma was the perfect bait. Don’t worry, though, your Stand is still the same, so you can show your friends that you’re not him.”

“Well, that’s one thing that’s good about this,” you muttered. “But my mom’ll still call the police if she sees me.”

“That’s up for you to figure out,” Wishful Thinking shrugged. “Have fun!”

And with that, he disappeared, leaving you alone in Kira’s body. Great. First things first, how were you going to get out of your room?

“I guess I have to sneak out through the window,” you groaned. “That’ll freak Mom out if she sees it, but what choice do I have?” As quietly as possible, you opened up your window, and put your legs through before slipping the rest of your body out, then closed the window and started making a run for it.

You were in the body of Yoshikage Kira! You could find your friends, show them what he looks like, then find out how to reverse this. So long as they don’t attack you, that is. You were planning how to find Wishful Thinking, seeing as he fled before you had the chance to attack, when you bumped into someone smaller than you. “Oh, pardon me, I didn’t mean to-”

You looked down to see the face of the person you bumped into, only to see yours staring right at you.

“Kira!”

“By the sound of your voice, it seems that you don’t like me all that much, meaning you must be working with Josuke,” Kira observed, calm as can be. “So the fact that you’re me and I’m you is not just a coincidence, is it?”

“It’s not,” you admitted, “but I didn’t intend for it to turn out this way. See, I met this genie Stand called Wishful Thinking, and-”

“Classic mistake of trusting a genie, I see,” Kira nodded. “Well, since you don’t want to be me and I don’t want to be you, do you think we could form some sort of truce? You know, track down the user of this Stand, kill him, and reverse the effects once and for all, together? No being at each other’s throats?”

“That sounds like a deal,” you agreed. The two of you shook hands. You were now temporarily teaming up with your arch enemy.

It was awkwardly silent as you were walking with Kira to find this guy. I mean, what do you say to the guy you’ve been tracking down for so long to either kill or get arrested?

“So, uh,” you desperately thought of small talk to end the awkwardness slowly killing you inside, “what do you like to do? I mean, besides kill women and keep their hands for your own pleasure?”

“Can’t a man just have a little quirk without everyone going insane?” Kira groaned. “I’m quite a simple man, really. I like an occasional drink, I work as an apartment store employee, and I just want a quiet, peaceful life. What’s wrong with one thing that’s so different from society’s standards?”

“I didn’t ask for your life story, dude, I asked why you have a hand fetish,” you told him. “Why don’t you just date someone with good hands instead of killing the girl that the hand is attached to?”

“Look, I have specific tastes, alright?” Kira argued. “All of the girls with good hands have a horrible personality, and I’m not going to put up with that.”

“You are killing people, actual people, with a family, friends, maybe pets, and you feel little to no remorse for it?”

“Is it that bad that I don’t?”

“Yes! It is! It’s very bad! Something’s messed up in there!”

“Well, I don’t think it’s such a big deal.”

There was no reasoning with this guy. At least it was better than having awkward silence, though.

“Hey, I think that’s him,” Kira whispered to you. He pointed to a genie-like Stand that was talking to a little boy who just dropped his ice cream. You recognized those features anywhere.

“That’s him, all right,” you muttered. “Come on, let’s get this thing reversed once and for all!”

Kira leaped out from his hiding place, charging forward at Wishful Thinking.

“Oh, it seems some unhappy customers have come to pick a bone with me,” it chuckled.

“Hey! What are you doing to that poor boy?” you asked. Wishful Thinking looked behind him, seeing the boy drowning in the ground.

“He wished for an unlimited supply of ice cream,” Wishful Thinking answered, “so I made it that anything he touched would instantly become ice cream. Of course, that means the ground beneath his feet, too. Should’ve been more specific, just like you, (Y/N). Or should I say,”

“Yeah, yeah, Yoshikage Kira, I get it,” you rolled your eyes. “Now, prepare for our final attack!”

Jumping up to reach him, Kira summoned Killer Queen and slapped Wishful Thinking before falling back down to the ground. Then, forming his hand into a thumbs-up, he lowered his thumb to his finger and watched as the Stand blew up into dust before flying off into the wind.

“You did it!” you cried, hearing your voice call out in joy. “We’re free!”

“Yes, we sure are,” Kira agreed, dusting himself off. “That means we can go back to being enemies now, as well.”

Your enthusiastic cheers stopped suddenly as he spoke those words, and you turned to meet Kira’s eyes. “R-right,” you laughed nervously. “I’m just gonna… see ya!” You took off in the opposite direction, hoping to outrun him.

“Not so fast,” Kira smirked. “Killer Queen has already touched your shirt sleeve. There’s no escape now.”

Before you knew what was happening, your entire body felt like it was burning from the outside in, from your torso to the rest of you.

“No!” you screamed, but before you could finish it, your soul was floating away from the ground, your body completely disintegrated. All except for your hand.

“Josuke, you have to stop him,” you said, well aware your friend couldn’t hear you. “You have to beat Kira. Not just for me, but for everyone who he’s killed. I believe in you.”

[mustlovelance]

relationship as equals. I quit Volt/ron because I got so involved in all the theories about kla/nce and hints from VAs that I was legitimately sad about everything.. After s6 got out I started watching and shipping it again bc yaaay loto/llura was Canon and Lance *gasp* complimented Keith. It was true love. And. Then it wasn't. At all. It all disappeared in s7 and Allura came back to Lance. I was again so angry for the producers promised something completely different for Lance than what he

started from and told that making Allu/rance Canon would be disrespectful for the characters. AT LEAST I wanted a scene in which Allura will realize that Lance is a very cool guy that will make her feel like a better person. But no. It was a little patchy but I started to realize that. A lot of things are patchy in this cartoon. And its not as good as Fandom makes it look. So I kinda understand the DreamWorks and Fandom's point of view. That being said you helped me see a lot of this

and I'm grateful for your posts. I'm not sure that I will continue to ship kl/ance although I think that lea/kira is a really cute idea. I'm sorry for this longass ask but I wanted to tell you that you and your opinions are very objective and valid. I think you see the Vo/ltron as it is and not only see the interactions of 2 specific characters. So I'm sorry that you lost followers but I'm grateful that you stay true to yourself. 

i do agree that i thought they were going somewhere with keith and lance’s dynamic, and until s4/s5, i was pretty confident that it could be canon, and i’m disappointed that s7 removed the softness established in s3 even though they trust each other now. 

canon lot/ura died as soon as we found out what loto/r was doing, so it was before s7. allura and lance had been getting closer even after she started crushing on loto/r (they were basically BFFs), so she didn’t come back to him so much as just see him in a different light over time. as for lance being somewhere different than where he started--the scene in s6 when lance talked about being a heartbreaker showed us what they actually meant: that lance had wanted another fling at first, but he eventually realized that he wanted a serious relationship. i’m not sure what you mean about them saying that all/urance would disrespect the characters--LM just said that allura wouldn’t be using lance as a rebound because she cared about him too much. as for allura realizing that lance is cool--she’s the one who told him that he’s a natural, that he has greatness within, etc. she’s been the most supportive of lance in the whole series. it’s because of lance that she’s been able to unlock certain abilities and feel confident in herself. 

the show isn’t perfect. my sister dropped it a few seasons ago because she was fed up with the multitude of plotlines that she felt were necessary. i’m frustrated with the direction of a lot of plotlines and the inconsistency in certain pre-established themes. overall, i really enjoy it (which is why i’m still watching it), but it isn’t without its flaws. 

leak/ira would be cute to me if it didn’t have certain associations, but if it makes people happy, i certainly won’t begrudge them for enjoying it. as for me, i’ll just use keith’s s3 characterization when i ship kl/ance. 

don’t apologize for long asks! and thanks for the compliment! i love attention, but never at the expense of authenticity. what’s the point if they don’t even like what you truly want to say? but honestly, i wasn’t upset about losing followers so much as amused that it highlighted how inconvenient i am, haha.

anyway--thank you for these asks, anon. i hope that you find happiness in some other part of fandom, whether that’s lea/kira or something else.

[bisansastarks]

I Put My Head Underwater, Baby

Looking back, Lydia swears it all starts with Allison’s funeral. Or the Sunday after her funeral when she first appeared to Lydia- translucent, close mouthed smile, and blood stained.  

Scott will argue that nothing happens until that night in her house, drinking Kentucky bourbon with a strange summer rain outside.

Stiles, of course, says it started long before, which causes them both to laugh and Lydia to tease, “Maybe in your dreams, Stilinski.”

@hanleialukes

But Lydia is right. It is because of Allison.

Lydia hates funerals. True, she’s never been to one that actually mattered. The last one she attended she was 7, and it was her great, great, grandfather. Lydia doesn’t remember him at all except that he smelled like death, and tiny pristine Lydia wrinkled her nose every time she had to visit his house.

She remembers her mom cried, however. She thinks of that now, as she looks in the mirror and gets ready for Allison’s.

Allison would absolutely loathe the dress. It was shapeless and black and cut to the legs.

Allison would hate a lot of things about her own funeral, to be fair, because Allison was all colors and laughter and bright shining life.  Allison and funerals didn’t belong—every time Lydia tried to think the two ideas together, it felt wrong, like picking the wrong equation and then trying to figure out a sum.

Lydia hated the dress, too. Hated to see herself in it. But that was kind of the point, wasn’t it?

Scott and Stiles are picking her up. Her mom wants to come, but Lydia said no. She keeps thinking of her mom crying at her great great grandfather’s funeral, and she is trying to compartmentalize her feelings into neat little boxes.

Allison. Her best friend. Shiny black curls and “someone could be falling in love with your smile.”

Her funeral.  Lydia’s mother’s tears.

The ones unshed behind Lydia’s own eyelids.

Lydia hears Stiles’ jeep pulling up and thinks, stupid, worthless, piece of garbage. Usually, she’d say that to his face and then Stiles would get very red and argue with her. It was fun, arguing with him. Sometimes she has more fun arguing with Stiles about well, everything, than she does on dates. She’s taken it as a barometer of how well a date goes. Is this conversation about sports cars more fun than teasing Stiles about his hair? Is this make out session more exciting than shouting back and forth about the inaccuracies of Star Wars?

Allison gave her a very knowing look when she had told her this. Which caused Lydia to stiffen up and say crisply, “Well, it’s not more fun than sex.”

“You haven’t had sex with Stiles,” Allison had said, her voice all singsongy and smug. God, Lydia wanted to punch her, then. She misses her now.

“Shut up Allison!”

Stiles beeps. She’s pretty sure it’s again.

Another day and she’d insult his car AND his manners.

But not today.

The ride over is long- or maybe it’s short? Lydia feels like she’s floating, trying to plant her feet on the ground and failing. She’s holding Scott’s hand probably tighter than necessary but he never complains. Only smiles at her. He looks good in a suit, but she wonders if she looks as sad as he does. There is a weariness in his eyes- Scott takes care of everyone, but who takes care of Scott?

Allison did. Now, she’s gone.

Stiles, somehow, looks even worse.  Dark circles under his eyes and he’s as pale as a corpse, his mouth looking like it’s forgotten how to smile.  He looks guilty, Lydia realizes.  She wants to slap him, hug him, make him pull over, something. Stop it! This isn’t your fault! It’s mine! Or maybe it’s no one’s, but it’s not yours!

But to do that, she’d have to let go of Scott’s hand, and that means falling. So, she stays silent and listens to the radio.

Chris cries and so do other Argents. So does Scott. Stiles stands between them, his hands on both their shoulders, trying to offer comfort, but it’s a bit like trying to hug a cactus if Lydia is being honest. She sees Isaac briefly in the crowd and she wonders how he’s feeling. Almost being loved by Allison Argent must be a terrible thing.

Lydia doesn’t cry. This funeral is ridiculous. It’s not for Allison. Half the people here Allison hated, and Lydia didn’t even know she was Catholic. Allison would want something on the beach with her favorite music playing. Or a Viking burial, light an arrow and burn her on the water—Allison would love that! Lydia almost giggles at that ridiculous thought, until she remembers where she is.  

She doesn’t cry. She repeats this like a mantra in her head.

She doesn’t cry.

“Here.”

Chris holds it out to her awkwardly, as if she should understand what is happening. She’s at the Argent’s for the after whatever it’s called. She was thinking about sneaking some of the scotch floating around and finding Stiles and Scott when Chris approached her.

Which is weird in and of itself. Besides thinking Allison’s dad is a total silver fox and teasing Allison about it mercilessly, she doesn’t have much of a relationship with Chris. Although, she knows how much Allison loved him. And she feels a special kinship to him now- people Allison left behind, people who loved her in all sorts of ways.

It’s Allison’s bow and arrow and Lydia didn’t cry at the funeral but she really, desperately, wants to now.

“Um….” Lydia is speechless. She’s a banshee and she’s not even sure what that means, but she knows it didn’t come with weapons skills. She doesn’t know how to work that.

“Allison would want you to have it. She would want you to learn. To be safe,” Chris says, and his voice catches on Allison’s name and gets softer with each word. He hurries away from her then, probably to drink. That’s what Lydia wants to do.

She stands there in the Argent hallway, holding her best friend’s favorite weapon, and she cries. That’s where Scott finds her.

“Lydia,” he says quietly. It’s a funeral. You have to be quiet. She thinks that might be the first word he’s said all day. Her name sounds so safe in his mouth. He brushes her hair away from her eyes with one hand and rubs circles on her back with the other. Lydia grabs him, the bow clattering to the floor, loudly, too loud for a funeral she knows.

She doesn’t let go, though.

He smells like Allison, which is absurd, it can’t be true. She just misses her so much.

---

The weekend passes in a haze. After the funeral Lydia goes home and sleeps for six hours.

She wakes up to find ten missed messages- apparently her old crowd, the ones that liked Allison because she was pretty and dressed well and always smiling but didn’t know Allison, were throwing a kegger in her honor.

You have to come!!!FOR ALLISON!!!!! Reads a text from this girl Ashley, who if Lydia recalls correctly was always a passive aggressive bitch to Allison. Jealous of her looks, jealous of her newly hot boyfriend, jealous of her kindness- all things Ashley lacked.

Lydia rolls her eyes. A kegger in Allison’s honor. Allison hated beer and only really only liked to get tipsy off wine while bingewatching tv shows or having Leonardo Dicaprio Marathons with Lydia. Still, she thinks Allison would enjoy the idea of people having fun in her honor, and getting completely black out drunk sounds like a great idea at the moment.

She steals her mom’s expensive rose wine. It was Allison’s favorite.

When she gets into the car, her hands pause on her phone, considering. She should invite Scott and Stiles and Kira. Scott can’t really get drunk (or he can maybe? But it takes a lot) but Stiles and Kira could, and god knows they deserve a good time.

Lydia doesn’t. Maybe because she doesn’t want them to see her get fucked up. Maybe because she sees Allison when she looks at them and it feels like a blade between her ribcage. She feels jealous when she sees Scott- Scott who was loved by her, Scott who got to say goodbye. She can’t handle Stiles guilt. Doesn’t want Kira’s sympathy and offer of friendship.

Whatever the reason is she doesn’t. Instead she goes to a kegger, with a 100 dollar bottle of wine in her hand. Pretends like she was the same girl she used to be; gorgeous, sexy, fun, and carefree.

Without a best friend. Just a string of Ashley’s who smell like cheap victoria secrets perfume and hug her tight like it means anything at all.

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Lydia is dying.

Okay, maybe she’s not dying, but she definitely feels like she’s dying. She somehow wound up back in her bed which is worrisome, but she can vaguely recall some JV player she gave a hand job to in 9th grade giving her a ride home because apparently he owed her- that was his first sexual experience, wow she was great with her hands, wanna do it again sometime? Or something.

Everything is very fuzzy.  And painful. Her head feels like it’s underwater and being hit with a hammer, simultaneously. Did she go for a nine mile run last night? Her legs are aching like she did.

Lydia may have drank more than that bottle of wine. There may have also been screwdrivers. And two (three, Lydia remembers now) shots of tequila. Well, at least she didn’t end up crying on someone. Good job Lydia!

“You’re thinking very loudly” says a voice from her right, and also far away.

Oh shit. Fuck. Lydia can’t bare to open her eyes yet, she just burrows underneath her comforter farther. Did she give JV player another handjob? Well. She’s pretty sure they didn’t have sex. Or at least not good sex. That area is really the only part of her that isn’t sore.

She hopes they didn’t have sex. Unsatisfying sex was such a waste of time.

Except...the voice. It’s not familiar exactly. And now that the person has stopped talking she can’t even recall what they said. But she has this feeling the voice was female.

Which….Lydia has no problem with Sapphic love. But it’s not something she usually goes for. Except once at summer camp in eighth grade with Olivia, who had c cups and curves, and was everything 13 year old Lydia wanted to be and was for some reason interested in playing seven minutes in heaven with her.

I’ve got better boobs than her now, Lydia thinks randomly. She wondered what Oliva was doing now. But she was just getting distracted,probably because of the fogginess and massive headache, point of fact, there was a girl in her bed! Which isn’t a thing she did besides that one time at summer camp….and well, that other one time. But she was definitely not thinking of that.

“Seriously. Such loud thoughts.” The voice, the definitely female voice, teased. It sounded strange to her ears. Far away and yet directly in her brain cutting through her hangover and setting her on edge.

Lydia rolled over. Okay she got drunk after her best friend’s funeral and went a little Lilith Fair. Definitely had nothing to do with Allison. She was just drunk and horny she decided. No big deal.

She opened her eyes. She promptly closed her eyes because what the fuck.

Lydia was dreaming. She was definitely dreaming. Or Hallucinating due to alcohol poisioning? Because that was the only way to explain what she thought she just saw.

She took a deep breath, and opened her eyes again.

Allison was lying there. Or well, not lying there. She was on her sheets but not touching them,floating above. Lydia couldn’t see space between Allison and her sheets- but she was absolutely sure that Allison was not touching the bed. She looked unreal, like Lydia’s worst nightmare and best dream rolled into one.  Her skin was white and shimmering and Lydia swore she flickered in front of her, but so quickly that she never quite disappeared from her eyes.

Allison’s hair was long and curly like the day she first met Lydia. She couldn’t figure out what she was wearing, her brain couldn’t seem to focus on it- but she felt as if she wearing the same outfit too.

Suddenly Lydia felt her eyes move downward to the image’s stomach and she felt sick. There was a large blood stain there- it looked wet, and Lydia imagined it dripping onto her comforter.

She had an inane image of her scolding Allison. Allison, get up! You’re getting blood all over my three hundred dollar comforter! She wanted to laugh. She wanted to cry. (Don’t cry).

“Lydia,” the mirage said, and it didn’t sound like Allison exactly but it sounded achingly familiar. A voice Lydia would want to wrap herself up in if not for the bitter wrongness.

She could smell death in the air now, like her great great great grandfather’s house. She could also smell sea salt, which was Allison’s chosen soap smell.

This is either a dream or she’s losing her mind. Lydia decides to embrace the former. She’s seen the pyschiatric wards in Beacon Hills.

“I’m dreaming,” Lydia says, as if she can convince herself. She sinks back into the comforter and briefly considers hiding underneath it. Like a kid scared of the monster in the closet. Except this monster was her best friend, shimmering, with a large gaping bloody wound in her stomach.

“Lydia!” The crazy trick her brain was playing on her said again, more forcefully. A book shot straight out of her closet and landed by her bed. Smart, Lydia thinks. Very believable haunting. Just like the movies. My brain is smart.

“You’re not dreaming!” It said. Okay, then Lydia was insane. She tried to think of any family history with schizophrenia or other illness but couldn’t remember it. Great, the crazy started with her.

“Lydia, please look at me.” Underneath the wrongness, there was something to it’s voice, a warmth like the sun that Lydia wanted to reach out to, envelop herself in. A warmth like Allison.

She opens her eyes again, unravels herself from her blankets and looks into her dead best friend’s eyes. They’re black, not cold but dark,

“Allison…” No, NO you’re going crazy. This can’t be real. Allison is DEAD. She’s gone and all the wishing won’t bring her back. You need to get up and leave this room. It’s not Allison.

Lydia knows two things:

Allison was dead

This hurt more than her funeral. This fake mirage of her best friend, so close she could touch. Her mind was a real fucking bitch.

She felt a sob take root in her throat- it felt a little bit like playing with a wound when you’re hurt. Mom tells you not to touch it, so you can’t help but do just that. Everytime it hurts, and you never learn.

“I’m crazy.” Lydia whispers. First a banshee, now a crazy banshee.

“Lydia” the mirage is laughing. Lydia can hear it in her voice, although her face remains expressionless, hard to look at. “One of your best friends is a werewolf. You’re a banshee! Kira is a fox! And you think you’re crazy because I’m here?”

That...makes sense. That makes so much sense that Lydia feels buoyant, giddy.  It can’t be real, but is anything impossible in Beacon Hills? She looks at it, at Allison again, and she just knows.

“Allison!” Lydia cries, and oh yes, there are the tears. She reaches forward to hug her.

Of course Lydia realizes, with crushing disappointment and a sinking feeling in her gut, she can’t. She ends up crashing flat on her bed, going right through her. She expects to feel cold- that’s what happens in the movies right?

Instead she feels nothing. But she remembers, Allison. Allison laughing in the hall at school. Allison falling asleep on her during movie marathons. Allison singing along to boy bands while they drove in the car. Allison with a devious look in her eyes, mouth hot.  

She looks up, her hangover is gone- and so is Allison.

Well, fuck.

Lydia spent the rest of her Sunday trying to get her to come back.

Allison couldn’t just appear for two minutes and then disappear forever. Lydia learned a long time ago the world wasn’t fair or just, but this was too much. She had to come back.

She tried just asking, pleading the with dead air, calling for her like a stray cat.

“Allison, please, I believe you. Come back!”

Nothing.

She thought maybe this had something to do with her Banshee powers, it’s not like she fully understood them. Maybe she could conjure Allison? So Lydia sat on her bed cross legged and imagined Allison there- just as she had appeared, blood stain and all. She sat there for an hour, maybe more, until her head hurt too much from trying.

Nothing.

Lydia tried doing things Allison liked to do, because maybe Allison was bored with being a ghost and wanted to rewatch all of the OC with her. She booted up her laptop and started researching- mostly Lydia found kooks who were convinced their oven was possessed by Satan. Another woman claimed her child was possessed- Lydia was pretty sure her kid was actually a werewolf and couldn’t bear to tell her. (She was absolutely not going to tell Scott about that one, he’d drag them all to New England to solve a family problem and insist this kid was a new member of their pack and honestly Lydia was too tired for that.)

But she did learn two things

Ghosts could be reached through physical items the living person had felt connected to.

Ghosts usually occured because someone’s death was traumatic or quick. It didn’t occur to them that they were dead in the first place, and they could spend years haunting areas never finding peace.  

So Lydia spent the day carrying around Allison’s crossbow. She held it while pouring a glass of wine and making a sandwich. It sat next to her homework while she worked on Calc.

And yes, it sat in her lap while watching the OC. She decides that Stiles is definitely Seth and that she is a much smarter, prettier Summer, but Allison isn’t Marissa at all. She tried to imagine Scott brooding like Ryan and sloshes her wine as she laughs.

Allison doesn’t appear. Lydia tries not to think too hard about that second fact she gleaned. An Allison who appeared suddenly, alone, thinking she was alive and wondering where her friends were.

First day back to school felt a little bit like entering a war zone. Or facing a supernatural creature and Lydia’s only weapon was her looks. She put on her darkest red lipstick and her highest heels, and prepared herself.

There were the hugs. So many hugs from people Lydia had sworn she had never spoken to before. The teacher’s looks of shock when she actually had her homework. The boys who used every excuse to touch her.

Lydia wanted to scream. These people didn’t care. Not about Allison and not about her.

And the worst part of it was, in the corner of her eye, by her locker, in the back of the classroom: she kept expecting to see Allison. Not Allison the ghost. Allison her best friend. But she saw neither.

She was zoning out, losing it. She kept trying to open her locker but she couldn’t remember if it was K, F, B or K, F, C???????

“God fucking DAMN IT.” Lydia swore, hitting her locker and pretending the tears in her eyes was because of the pain. It did hurt. It hurt a lot. She’d probably have a bruise. Damn it.

“Uh...Lydia?” Stiles is suddenly besides her, smelling like clean soap and a little too much cologne. She really needs to make fun of him for that so he’ll stop.  He’s looking at her not like she’s crazy or with pity, but with warmth in his eyes. Which is hilarious because Stiles wasn’t warm at all was he?. He was all sharp angles and biting words, and yet Lydia thinks he’s never looked at her any other way.

“Hey Stiles,”  She winces. Her fingers are definitely bruised, “I couldn’t figure out my lock….” She is definitely wearing too much contour to blush, besides she doesn’t blush.

“Yeah, those locks can be tricky.” In a way that’s mocking her but also not.” Hey why don’t you give it a break, have some food with me and Scott. Come back to it fully fed and ready for round two.”

“I didn’t want to carry my books” She admits. She just had Calc and Psychics and each book weighed at least ten pounds. And now that her hand is also bruised- it really doesn’t help.

“I’ll take them” And he just does, and Stiles is definitely scrawny but she doesn’t make the obvious crack. She has to tease him though. She has to.

“Are you gonna give me your varsity jacket to wear next?”

Stiles blushes. They walk to lunch.  

Lydia files that blush away for later when she can appreciate it more. It is a lovely shade of red.

Scott has saved them an entire table, and Lydia wonders if Kira and ten other friends she didn’t know existed will be joining them. She goes and grabs a salad and joins them. Stiles is eating a sandwich and Scott is eating four.  Scott smiles at her when she sits down and she compares these two boys- her two favorite boys perhaps.

Scott is kind. She remembers Allison saying that, and Lydia had scoffed because kind didn’t get you get off. But she understands why Allison was drawn to him now, has stopped being jealous- Scott is kind and good and he makes you feel the same. Lydia wishes she could bottle up that feeling sometimes, use it when she’s having a bad day.

Stiles is volatile. He can be kind, he can be a lot of things, but it’s now what defines him- Lydia isn’t quite sure she’s figured out what defines him.

She’s contemplating this when she watches Stiles shove an entire half of the sandwich into his mouth.

Nevermind, Stiles was defined by his idiocy.

“How was your weekend?” Scott asks, she avoids his eyes. This weekend was the funeral and tequila shots and a freaking ghost. Lydia doesn’t want to discuss it.

She should tell them. Not telling them sits hard in her stomach until the sight of her ceasar salad is making her slightly nauseous. It’s not like they wouldn’t believe her! She dated a lizard for god sakes.

But she doesn’t because…. because Lydia is a terrible selfish person.

She wants to keep Allison to herself. She knows Stiles and Scott and god, Chris, miss her as much as she does, but Allison came to her! She felt like she was floating away, and there was Allison. It meant something.

She swallows her guilt and leaves the salad untouched.

“Hey Lydia, did you hear us?”

“Of course!” She sputters, wait what?” “Uh no…”

Stiles gets very excited. He’s about to ramble, she can just tell. His arms start flailing and Lydia scoots away from him.

“Scott, our beautiful friend, our alpha--

“Louder please, I want everyone to know”

“Is basically an incomplete hallow wreck of a man. Devoid of soul, really.”

“Uhhhhhhhh…..” Lydia looks at Scott. He does look sad, but don’t they all?

“Yeah. He hasn’t seen Star Wars” Stiles finishes, as if, duh! “You have to come! Partake in the marathon.”

Lydia has plans. Well okay. She was gonna carry around Allison’s crossbow again and continue to watch the OC will thinking very loudly about Allison appearing.

“You have to come Lydia, “ Scott says softly, like it really matters.

“Lydia. You’re our only hope!” Stiles cajoles, draping his arm around her. He really needs to chill with the cologne. But she doesn’t really mind the arm.

“I am not Obi Wan Kenobi!” Lydia glares at these two stupid boys, her boys, kind of “Fine!”

And then she feels guilty for agreeing to have fun. This whole grief thing is the fucking worst.

[leio13]

For your ask meme, how about 4, 11, 18, 25, and 30?

Digging for that salt, eh, Mina? well, that’s cool. I can dig it (some of the things listed below on the other hand…).

4. Least favorite anime character: BOOOIII you should know there are a lot of characters I don’t like. I can’t choose, so just take this list of awful characters: Is*a Y*ra, Kayneth whatever the frick, G*lgamesh, Pride, T*gami, G*de. They all stink. Thanks for listening.

11. anime you didn’t expect to like, but did:

LOL do I watch animes I don’t have high hopes for? (No) But actually–and it shames me to say this–I used to loathe Fullmetal Alchemist with a passion for no good reason (other than me being a hipster or something). Anyway, then I actually gave it a chance and fell in love by episode 2. 12/10 would recommend

18. 10 worst animes you have watched: I’ve only got 9 ranks orz

9. (the best of the worst). The Pand*ra He*rts ANIME. It’s last because I love the manga lots, but the ending was just so wrong and so so bad...

8. H*gurashi no N*ku K*ro Ni R*i. I haven’t seen any of kira, so its not going on this list obviously even if I think it’s bad and worse than Rei this was just pointless and weird and I just didn’t like it. like, why?

7. G*kuk*ku no Br*nhildr. I don’t remember this show being tagged as ecchi, but it should have been. That’s my main issue honestly, but it also just wasn’t impactful really. I don’t remember the end at all, only that some weird nuns or something showed up out of the blue and nothing made sense.

6. N*n N*n Biy*ri / K-*n! These shows (both of which I never finished nor intend to) are tied because they were both extremely boring. I tried to care with K*n but I couldn’t. Admittedly I stopped trying after one episode of biy*ri (it was that boring)

5. Fr*its B*sket / K*n*n The other two most boring animes. What makes these ones different is that I actually enjoyed them/parts of them at one point in my life. Still, they are ranked worst than ones above because of how badly they failed even when I “liked” them. By this, I mean that I got bored during arcs of some of my favorite characters from the shows. Even when the arcs were in theory interesting. Props to the creators for making something interesting boring.

4. P*ella M*gi Mag*ca Mad*ka 3rd movie In case I didn’t dislike the anime ending enough, they added something worse after it. The first part of the movie was eh. Not bad, but not really great either. The second half though--god, I hate it so much. Hom*ra was never one of my favorite characters, but boy, I like her even less now. I just have to ask the creators “why? Why did you make this?”

3. F*ll M**n the ANIME. I’m not being as nice to this show as I was with #10 because frankly, it was a worse adaptation. Like, #10 was like: “we gotta conclude this show somehow” *messes up badly* but this show was like: “we’ve got 52 (or so) episodes. Let’s not follow the plot.” They didn’t even take it in a good direction! I didn’t even finish the damn show, but they had removed Mer*ko’s backstory, ruined the depth of Mits*ki’s character, and they completely OBLIVERATED Iz*mi’s character!! He went from being a trouble maker but still a good guy to some complete scumbag who’s just plain evil! I’m so miffed about it

2. M*rmaid Mel*dy P*chi P*chi P*tch P*re. I’m only putting Pure here because I admittedly enjoyed the entirety of the first season when I actually liked the show. By no means do I think the first season is good now, but I enjoyed as a kid, so it will get a pass for now. This season though? Garbage. Even when I was watching this season, I knew it was bad. The love rival was the absolute worst. The villains weren’t much better. If you recognize the phrase “fukufukufuku,” I’m so sorry.

1 (THE WORST). Sw*rd A*t Onl*ne Season 1 second half. I actually did enjoy the first half quite a bit. I know a lot of people didn’t because the protagonists are mary sues and they didn’t come for a romance, but I wasn’t too invested in the action premise, so I didn’t mind, and I eat cliche romances for breakfast. However, the second half (not second season, I’m not touching that) was absolutely atrocious. 1. it was just some contrived bull to get them back into another game. K*r*to and As*na should have just left s*o and start to live normal lives again (albeit with some trauma probably). There was absolutely no reason to continue it, but NO! they did, adding in an annoying love rival, rape, tentacle rape, and much more. what the frick. why. And then they go into a third game apparently? The hell?? Just no.

25. anime you would recommend to someone who hates anime: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood. Like anime or hate it, I would recommend this show to anyone (unless they’re too young for some of the themes or whatever). This is actually the best anime I have seen in my life. Tell me anime is for kids or just a cartoon after sobbing during hologram in the last episode. yeah.

30. one anime conclusion you would change: A lot of them. I would change the Pand*ra He*rts anime ending so that it wasn’t bad and there could be more seasons (I WANT A REMAKE). I would change the Mad*ka ending so that it wasn’t some convoluted deus ex machina. Thinking on it now, they should have all just died or became witches. That would have fit the atmosphere the show was building a lot better. In N*gi no As*k*ra, S*yo and Kan*me were so abruptly forced together. I didn’t want my boy to be alone, believe me, but I’d rather that than the bull they pulled. K*znaiver: the main ship seemed forced. Plus, the ending was super melodramatic. Ang*l Be*ts’ main ship also seemed forced and the ending also seemed melodramatic. There’s no way Ot*n*shi and K*n*de would feel that strongly about each other. Good lord. I don’t dislike most of these series by the way, but their ending were just... bad.

Well, that’s enough salt for today!

...Who am I kidding? I can salt infinitely in case anyone wants to hear more!

Thanks for the ask!

[kirakiraproject]

Kira Beauty - Eira

This week's Kira Beauty is our only 3rd generation UK member, Eira from Team R. I'm Mizuki and I'm the one who gonna interview Ori.

E = Eira M = Mizuki

M: Hi Eira!

E: Hi Mizuki! How are you?

M: I'm fine thanks. How about you, Eira?

E: I'm pretty good! I had two days off to relax so I'm doing great.

M: So what have you been doing on those days?

E: As little as possible, lol. It's rare that I have any days with no plans at all so I stayed in bed and played video games.

M: Staying in bed is also something I do very often haha! Anyway, how do you feel by being a Crystal Rose member so far?

E: I'm really enjoying it! So far the assignments have been fun and I've even performed live representing Crystal Rose already, which was one of my goals when I joined!

M: Yeah!! How was the performance?

E: It was so good! I've performed live a couple of times before but this last time was definitely the best. The audience were great, they cheered so loud during our giveaway it surprised me lol.

M: Wow!! What an amazing feeling when the audiences show the supports! So what was the reason that made you audition for Crystal Rose?

E: When I started performing at events last year I became interested in the UK net idol scene and Crystal Rose UK started around the same time so I started watching Crystal Rose videos. I really like Crystal Rose's original music - Win This War and Impress are my favorites. The more I paid attention to Crystal Rose the more I wanted to be part of it!

M: Ohhh, I didn't know that you saw us performed! Wow, that's so cool! So at that time, were you performing alone or in another group?

E: I didn't get to see Crystal Rose live but I watched the videos of you performing ^^ I was in another group at the time.

M: Oh, so when did your dream as being an idol start?

E: I started doing covers over 10 years ago actually. At that time it was just singing on YouTube and I didn't think performing on stage was possible for me, though I always dreamed of it! I was really shy when I was younger and no one else had the same interests as me so I kept it mostly private lol.

M: So it was when you were about 12 right? Did you start with doing covers in English or Japanese?

E: Yep. I started doing Japanese covers of songs from Mermaid Melody which was my favorite anime then and really popular in the J-pop covers scene on YouTube, even before Hello!Project got popular.

M: Oh, so your love to J-pop started with anime, right?

E: Kind of! It was partly anime and partly because I loved the game Kingdom Hearts and got to know Utada Hikaru's music because of that.

M: Ah, I see! So have you think about releasing your own song in the future?

E: I have! When I was 15 or 16 I produced some Vocaloid covers and an original song, it was really fun but I stopped making music after that. I picked it up again a few months ago and I have an instrumental that's almost complete, but this time I have to adjust it to my own range and not a vocaloid so it's taking some time to complete!

M: Wow!!! Are your original song uploaded anyway?

E: They aren't. Sadly I lost the first one when my computer broke, kinda annoying since I get the song stuck in my head sometimes and it just doesn't exist anymore lol. I plan to upload new music to my SoundCloud eventually though.

M: Ah that's so annoying!! Maybe you should re-produce it... I think it's a great idea to upload your songs somewhere to share it with everyone to listen. Were you the one who composed and wrote the lyrics?

E: I might try one day! Yep, I did everything myself, though I don't think I'm very good at writing lyrics so I'd like to work with other people on that in the future. Maybe other members of Crystal Rose!

M: Yeah, there are some members who love to make lyrics so I'm sure that they are willing to work together, but I still think you are better than you think you are. And about the genre, do you have any specific music genre that you would like your songs to have?

E: Aw, thank you! I have a lot to learn in all areas of making music. I like electronic rock a lot as a genre, like Negoto, School Food Punishment and some Vocaloid stuff sounds light and dreamy but it's definitely still rock. I think my voice is good for that kind of music too, so I'd love to make something like that!

M: And do you have any specific topics you would like your songs have?

E: When I write I like finding ways to describe something, like an emotion or the atmosphere of a certain scene. I'd really like to write lyrics that can make you feel something when you hear them.

M: Oh, like something very very deep right?

E: Mostly, but it doesn't have to be! Like Win This War has really simple lyrics but singing or listening to it makes me feel strong!

M: Yeah, I really like those lyrics that make me feel like that too. 

M: So other than being a singer, do you have another dream occupations?

E: None at all, lol. I like to work on the things I love most in my free time rather than for a job. I love art and music and fashion but when I studied art I got burnt out a lot because it's stressful with all the deadlines and having to make things to get a good grade rather than because you like it. I work hard even at my hobbies so it works well for me to keep my favorite things as a hobby for now. I think I'd like to be self employed one day though!

M: I got what you mean. Homework always make me stressful. It always end up that I study just to pass the courses and not to learn anything. But since you want to be self employed, do you know with what?

E: Yeah, I think now the best way to learn things isn't by doing a course. I think I'd like to be a fashion or textile designer eventually! I have a lot of fun making costumes for performances currently and I really want to see how far I can go with it!

M: Ohh yeah!!! I have seen one of your self-made costumes! It looks amazing! I think it's definitely something for you!!! Go for it!

E: Thank you!! I'll definitely work hard to build up my skills.

M: So how long have you been designing your own clothes? Did you learn it somewhere?

E: My grandma taught me to knit when I was little and I started to sew clothes for dolls when I was about 13. I learned embroidery, crochet, print and other textiles techniques in my own time as part of school projects, and I started to make my own clothes about two years ago I think! My grandma was a seamstress and left us a lot of nice fabrics and threads so I've been able to practice without spending money on supplies.

M: Wow, you have learnt a lot! That's amazing to have a grandma who could teach you, plus that you were willing to learn. To be honest, I know nothing about textile haha! And how about the music, did you learn it somewhere or were you self-learned?

E: I'm self taught with music but I took drum lessons and singing lessons in school which helped a lot! I really love learning to make things so I spent a lot of time learning new skills as a teenager.

M: You seem smart who love to learn a lot of things. That's really good. It was really fun to talk with you tonight! Take care and have a super nice week, Eira! And thank you to everyone who just read our interview!

E: Thank you for interviewing me, Mizuki! It was fun!

M: Bye everyone~

[peaceandcows]

Tv show: TEEN WOLF, HAVE FUNN BOOOO

Finally had time to do this thx so much @songmeanhoe! u know me and my fandoms so well :)

Send me a show/fandom and ill answer -  Teen Wolf (my fave trash show)Top 5 favourite characters: 1) Lydia Martin, 2) Stiles Stilinski, 3) Allison Argent, 4) Scott Mccall, 5) Isaac Lahey (Derek is a close 6)Other characters you like: Alot of them. Derek, Kira, Malia (but it took me until s5), Danny (WHERE DID U GO BBY?) The twins, Cora, The parent trio (Melissa, Sheriff, Chris), Mason, Erica, Boyd….i think i should stop now….Least favourite character: UM I HAVE ALOT. but lets just say Gerard, Theo, and Kate cuz i really hate them.Otps: STYDIA STYDIA STYDIA (FOREVER AND EVER MY BBIES). Also scallison (i miss them everyday). I have alot of ships but these 2 are the OTP level.Notps: LMAO MARRISH (EW FUCK THAT NASTY SHIP), Jydia (Jackson was not a good bf to Lydia and that is that), Stalia (though i do enjoy them as a brotp)Favourite friendship: OBVI SCILES. Just the pack in general gives me so much feels. OH OH allydia was beautiful and i miss them sm. Also i am enjoying lydia and malia’s friendship this season. very much appreciated.Favourite family: the mccall pack is a family tbh. But also the stilinski family. Stiles and his dad are SO IMPORTANT AND THEIR STORY KILLS ME!!!Favourite episode: Ummmm this is so hard. I love 3x06 (motel california, but that’s almost everyone’s fave ep), 5x16 (MY FAVE STYDIA EP TBH), and 6x05 (wonderful just wonderful, makes me cry). its legit a three way tie.Favourite season/book/movie: Season 3. Specifically season 3a. Everyone picks 3b but their are some things that trigger me in that season…(stiles stabbing scott when he went all void, allison’s death, stalia banging in a dingy basement…just alot of weird shit)Favourite quote: “Not all monsters do monstrous things”….”Be your own anchor”….”I look for my friends”…”We always seem to find eachother anyway” and some others that i cant remember rnMoment that made you fangirl/boy the hardest: stydia’s first kiss, when scott said “because I love you” to allison and in the s1 finale she said it back to him.When it really disappointed you: Lmao seasons 4 and 5 dissapointed me alot. Specifically the way they treated kira in s5, never mentioning allison unti it was ‘necessary for the plot’. TAKING WAYYYY TOO LONG FOR STYDIA TO BE CANON (and putting unnecessary relationships in the way like stalia). believing it was totally okay for a deputy to be having sex dreams of a female high school student. ew. amongst other things….oh and this wasnt in s4 or s5 but stiles losing his virginity to a girl he barely knew in the basement of some mental institution was the most ooc thing ever with his character like what the fuck was that???Saddest moment: ALLISON’S DEATH. I STILL CRY AND GET TRIGGERED IT WAS JUST SO SAD. also boyd and aiden’s deaths were super sad aswell. UM LETS TALK ABOUT SEASON 6 WHERE EVERYONE HAS FORGOTTEN STILES INCLUDING HIS SOULMATE, BEST FRIEND AND HIS DAD. There are plenty of others….Most well done character death: Allison’ death for sure….I did not see that coming at all. And it has had long lasting affects on the pack and the show in general.Favourite guest star: Ummm idk…has teen wolf had guest stars?? oh oh Posey’s dad guest starring was cute.Favourite cast member: DYLAN O’BRIEN TRASH IS ME. Also, holland roden and tyler posey.Character you wish was still alive: ALLISON ARGENT NO DOUBT ABOUT IT. and i might be super selfish…but claudia stilinski FOR REAL (thx s6).One thing you hope really happens: UH UH KIRA TO COME BACK. THEO TO DIE FOR GOOD, GERARD TO DIE FOR GOOD. THE PACK GOES TO ALLISON’S GRAVE. STYDIA REUNION KISS AND THEM BEING FLUFFY CANON IN 6B. for everyone to graduate lmao. Most shocking twist: ummmmmmm STILES BEING VOID WAS WHAT THE FUCKK. allison dying…idk what else. OH THAT ENGLISH TEACHER BEING THAT DARACK OR WHATEVER ITS CALLED. 

When did you start watching/reading: well back in the 10th grade, so over two years ago thx to @songmeanhoe lolTrope you wish they would stop using: Idk thinking all teen watchers care about is couples making out/having sex. give me intimacy thx very much (aka why i love stydia so much haha)One thing this show/book/film does better than others: Hmmm giving supernatural plot lines that are actually interesting/creative. Making me really really care about these characters (specifically stiles, lydia, scott, and allison). Oh! actually having the parents involved in their kid’s lives and help elevate the plot. they aren’t just there to be there they have a purpose in this supernatural teen drama shit.Funniest moments: LOL that time when scott and stiles went to a gay club in s2. When stiles was FREAKING OUT that he was going to get sacrificed bc he was a virgin in 3a (”someone needs to sex me today, like someone needs to sex me right now!”), anything coach says. idk teen wolf makes me laugh alot before everything got wayyy too dark like woahhCouple you would like to see: CANON STYDIA. THEY ARE IN LOVE SO GET STILES BACK AND BE CANON ALREADY. i’ve always said this…sheriff and melissa (tho that is wishful thinking at this point)Actor/Actress you want to join the cast: Ummmmm idk tbh. like any young female actress would be great thanks.Most boring plotline: lol season 4 was SO BORING LIKE WHAT WAS THAT. Just all of s4 was a mess.Best flashback/flashfoward if any: OMG OMG WHEN THEY HAD THAT BIG FLASHBACK OF ALLISON IN THE S5 FINALE FROM SCOTT’S MEMORIES IT ACTUALLY STILL FUCKS ME UP THAT WAS WONDERFUL AND UGHHHH. I dont think tw has done flashforwards…that i rememberMost layered character: I think Lydia or Stiles tbh. i wish it was scott cuz he’s the PROTAGONIST but whatever fuck u writers 

Scariest moment: void stiles was scary AF. well done dylan lmao. not alot of things scare me on this show tbh. OH LETS TALK ABOUT LYDIA TAKING FOREVER TO OPEN HER EYES AND I THOUGH MY QUEEN WAS GONNA DIE WHILE STILES HELD HER FACE IN HIS HANDS THANKS TW.Grossest moment: alot of things are gross on this show. Anything having to do with that black blood or the cut open brains (u know what im talking about @songmeanhoe). Also gerard is a gross human being so whenever he is on screen hahaBest looking male: i love stiles but tbh derek has always been hot as fuckBest looking female:  all THE FEMALES R BEAUTIFUL. but i think lydia or allison are tied first idkkkkWho you’re crushing on (if any): STILES STILINSKI OBVI, also isaac lahey and scott mccallMost beautiful scene (scenery/shot wise): hmmmmm ok ok the scenes with that HUGE WHITE ROOM that they had in s3 was shot soooo nicely. idk teen wolf has a SERIOUS LIGHTING PROBLEM. so tbh whenever their happens to be light its good.Unanswered question/continuity issue/plot error that bugs you: WHAT IS STILES STILISNKI’S REAL NAME GOD DAMN IT I HAVE TO KNOW. ALSO WHERE HAS EVERYONE GONE? SPECIFICALLY DEREK, ISAAC, DANNY, AND ETHAN LIKE COME BACK MY BBIES.At what point did you fall in love with this show/book: I fell inlove in season 1 at some point. i cant remember exactly when. i think episode 5 was when i got hooked for life!

this was so fun! thanks for asking me @songmeanhoe.