#yet another date of Victor x MC calling out all the single people in every existent and non-existent languages :>

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[CN] Victor’s Food Blogging Date (Eng Translation)

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 吃播之约 , that is yet to be released in the global server! ♡

[Translation Under The Cut]

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For the sake of the consistency: The karma was announced on January 23.

Since it takes forever to collect the karma shards, the date was released on 30th April (according to my time zone LOL). And, it’s scheduled before “Heart’s Content Date”, though the content of the date is likely from even earlier time phase~ :>

Link to the video, if you wish to follow along (recommend doing it as always):  ♡ 

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✧ [SECTION 1] ✧

After getting off work on Friday, I walk out of the office building in brisk steps and soon catch sight of that familiar car.

As soon as I get in the car, I impatiently look at the person sitting in the driver’s seat.

MC: Victor, I have a piece of good news and bad news.

Victor pauses slightly. Then, he habitually pushes the handbrake and steps on the accelerator.

Victor: Let’s hear the good news first.

MC: The good news is––

MC: The pet show we produced aired this week, and it has topped the charts! With two times more rpm in ten thousand clips!

MC: For these past few days, words related to the show have continuously been roaming around in the hot search~

Hearing my tone filled with pride, Victor tugs at the corners of his lips.

Victor: It appears that a certain someone’s recent all-nighters and overtimes haven’t gone in vain.

Victor: And what’s the bad news?

I heave a sigh, my voice trailing off.

MC: In order to coincide with the main show, we have arranged for some of the show’s “celebrity pets” to have a daily food-blogging livestream.

MC: But just now, a guest who was supposed to be on the show tomorrow told me that she had to leave.

MC: To ensure the livestream continues without a hitch, she wants me to go to her house tomorrow.

Victor’s index finger lightly clicks on the steering wheel, wearing an expression of clear understanding.

Victor: So, we have no other choice but to cancel tomorrow’s big feast at Souvenir.

Victor: For a certain someone who’s been clamoring on about a big feast the entire week, it’s indeed a piece of bad news.

Not in the mood to retort his teasing, I can only wave regretfully in my heart at the distant great feast.

MC: Moreover, you’re going on a business trip the day after tomorrow. You won’t be back for a week...

I sigh long and hard as I watch the dense evening rush hour traffic.

MC: We only have one day left, and it was supposed to be our weekend date tomorrow. But now, it will only be hogged by work.

Victor: How long will this food-blogging livestream take?

Victor looks at me in the rear-view mirror and sees the corners of my lips almost drooping to the ground. After a few moments of silence, he suddenly speaks.

MC: It will take about two hours. What’s the matter?

Victor: Text me the address of that guest. I’ll take you there tomorrow.

I look at Victor with some puzzlement, catching the tinge of a smile within his eyes.

Victor: You’re not the only one who wants to spend the weekend together.

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✧ [SECTION 2] ✧

At two o’clock on Saturday afternoon, Victor and I arrive at the guest’s address. The tranquil sunlight descends on the apartment buildings, making everything appear gentle and peaceful.

I unlock the door with the spare key the guest has given me, while looking at the bag in Victor’s hand.

MC: What’s in it?

Victor: Some snacks for the dog.

Victor: I just happened to pass by a pet store on the way to pick you up and bought them conveniently.

I still want to get to the heart of the matter. But the second I push the door open, I see the pupils of Victor’s eyes contracting violently.

I follow his line of sight, my eyes widening as well––

The bright living room is in a complete disorder, and the floor is splattered with a dazzling red, trailing the striking traces as they expand over large swathes.

The stool next to the coffee table is slanted unsteadily, and the cushions on the sofa have also fallen to the ground. Two or three bowls and utensils lie upside down on the floor, with a small amount of flesh and bone scattered beside them.

I stare in a daze coming to terms with the mess before us. After quite a while, I suddenly think of something.

MC: Little Tornado...!

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[Note]: MC addresses the puppy as “小龙卷 - (xiǎo lóng juǎn). The phrase “龙卷” has multiple meanings - waterspout, tornado, twister. I thought “Tornado” would be the most suitable name given its characteristics HAHA~

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I trot to the kitchen, the unease in my heart growing more and more. Just as I rush to the door, the scene before me instantly leaves me stumped for words––

In the middle of the scattered kitchen utensils, a chubby pug is lying motionless on the floor, enveloped in a hideous red all over.

Victor also rushes over, and I scramble to fish out my phone.

MC: Qu-quickly, let’s call the police!

Victor: Hold on a minute.

Knitting his brows in a slight frown, Victor steps forward and reaches out, stretching ahead his hand in front of Little Tornado’s nose. 

As I watch his back, I feel my heart clenching a little.

MC: It... how is it?

Victor: ...

Victor: ...very well.

Victor’s gaze falls back on my face, the emotions surging in his eyes having already melted into serenity.

He pokes Little Tornado’s head. Then, he wipes a dab of red from its body with his index finger, twitching it lightly between his fingers.

Victor: It’s covered with dragon fruit stains.

MC: ...

I cast my gaze towards Little Tornado, sizing it up more calmly and carefully––

Its nostrils quiver faintly, and its round and bulging underbelly is heaving up and down incessantly.

It takes us about twenty minutes to clean up the scene and put things in order.

MC: I never thought that it’d actually “play dead” to get away with eating a dragon fruit on the sly from the kitchen!

Little Tornado: Woo...

I force Little Tornado into a corner. Its small, crumpled face rests on the floor, and it looks extremely wronged.

Victor, who’s washing the dishes, takes a quick glimpse at it and then speedily turns his head back.

Victor: It likes to hide after getting itself into trouble. In this aspect, it actually resembles a certain someone very much.

Ignoring my dissatisfied expression, he puts the bowls and utensils in order into the kitchen cabinet. Then, he turns around and looks at me.

Victor: What are you planning to do now? Re-prepare the food for food blogging?

I look up, and my eyes happen to fall on the clock behind him. There are only less than forty-five minutes before the livestream, and I can’t help but frown in some distress.

MC: What should be the best thing to do? It has eaten almost all of the raw meat and bone that were initially prepared...

After listening to what I said, Victor contemplates for a moment, then he opens the refrigerator on the side.

His eyes browse back and forth between the different compartments. Finally, he takes some ingredients out of the refrigerator and sets them on the table in an orderly fashion.

Meeting my inquisitive gaze, he opens his mouth unhurriedly.

Victor: The ingredients in the refrigerator, plus the snacks in the bag, are sufficient to make a “cake” for it to eat.

Victor: If we start now, you should be able to make it almost in time for the livestream.

Victor supports his hands on the kitchen countertop and looks straight into my eyes.

Victor: It’s just my proposal, though.

Victor: This is your show, so the decision rests with you.

I gaze into his serene eyes. And inconceivably, the worries in my heart gradually dissipate without even me realizing it.

MC: This proposal comes from the manager of Souvenir. Of course, it’s a great idea~

MC: Let’s get started right now!

I walk up to his side. As my gaze sweeps over those ingredients, I’m instantly filled with a rejuvenated sense of confidence and enthusiasm.

Inadvertently, I catch a glimpse of that bag Victor has brought along. It appears to be overstuffed.

MC: But why did you buy so many snacks for the dog?

With that said, I reach out and try to look through the bag, but am stopped by Victor.

Victor: And let someone eat them again?

His gaze sweeps over Little Tornado, then lands back on me.

Victor: After all, we have more than one glutton here.

I feel choked for a moment by the connotation of these words. The corners of Victor’s lips, however, lift in a soft arc, and he taps his finger on my forehead.

Victor: All right, don’t just stand there in a silly daze. Come over and help.

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✧ [SECTION 3] ✧

Unexpectedly, putting the idea of making a dog cake into practice is much more complicated than we thought.

Along with the time for the livestream unceasingly drawing nearer, my emotions also grow even more restless.

Victor: Hold on.

As I fail to separate the yolk from the white once again, Victor tugs me from behind.

His warm breath descends on the nape of my neck. He unties the somewhat loose knots of my apron for me and ties them back again.

Victor: Take it easy. Why are you so nervous?

Victor: As I said, we still have time.

His baritone voice lands on my ears. I inhale a deep breath, nodding heavily.

MC: I have Souvenir’s manager safeguarding me. I’m sure I’ll get it done without a hitch!

Reminiscent of a snuggly embrace, the pleasant and warm sunlight wraps around us tightly, reflecting the cozy atmosphere of the room.

After this brief interlude, our cake-making process gradually becomes smoother and smoother.

Looking at the cake that has slowly started to take shape, I suddenly remember something, and a smile creeps up on my face.

Victor: What’s so funny?

MC: I just suddenly thought of the last time you made a cake. You made the cake with such precision, but Pudding messed up the whole thing.

Thinking of the incident that just took place, I open my mouth thoughtfully.

MC: It seems that dogs and cats are different after all.

MC: I remember Pudding was still leaping and frisking about after causing trouble, but Little Tornado chose to “play dead” with a guilty conscience...

MC: I guess dogs are indeed a bit smarter than kittens, huh?

As I’m soliloquizing, Victor seems to be wanting to say something. But the next second, I hear a muffled sound of something falling on the floor behind me.

MC: ...Little Tornado!

I look at the instigator of the incident. Little Tornado, who has been reaching its claws towards the potatoes, shudders, and retreats half a step.

Just as I’m about to chase after it, a slender figure rushes ahead of me.

“Click.”

With a crisp closing of the door, Little Tornado is mercilessly shut out of the kitchen.

Victor: Let it wait outside on its own for a while. We will open the door again when the cake is ready.

Victor walks back to my side and helps me to roll up my fallen sleeves, and speaks with an unchanged expression on his face.

Victor: It appears it’s not much smarter than Pudding after all.

I freeze for half a second. Then it dawns on me that he is replying to what I said earlier, and I can’t help but laugh out loud.

MC: Pfft. That’s true, though. After all, Pudding is the smartest kitten in the entire world!

Seeing Victor being so protective of his “own child” like this, my heart suddenly stirs up the idea of teasing him, and I bring my face in front of him consequently.

MC: But why don’t you usually praise him more to his face?

MC: Although occasionally mischievous, overall, Pudding is still an obedient, well-behaved kid. 

As I say this with dead seriousness, Victor gives me a look and reaches out to squeeze my face.

Victor: Aren’t you usually the one who “plays the role of a hero” in front of him?

Without Little Tornado disturbing us, Victor and I let our hands and feet relax even more in the kitchen.

Thanks to our tacit understanding and rapport, the cake is soon only left to be decorated.

Success appears to be right under our noses. But as soon as I take the cookies out of the oven, I find them toasted to a charred black, and the smell of burning pervades the air.

MC: ...I clearly baked following the instructions word for word as it says online.

I lower my head somewhat in despair when someone gently taps on the top of my head.

Victor: Every oven has its own temperament.

Victor: Oven’s temperature varies from brand to brand and model to model.

Victor looks at the oven. After a moment’s reflection, he speaks again.

Victor: Set it to 130-160°C, lower the temperature and give it a try again.

MC: ...will we be able to succeed this time?

Hearing my cautious and solemn question, Victor purses his lips, revealing a faint smile.

Victor: We will.

His tone is calm and tranquil, but it carries an unquestionable certainty. It’s as though as long as he says something will be a success, it will definitely  be a success.

Surrounded by the pale, golden light, everything appears tranquil and warm. Looking at the person next to me, I can’t help the upward curve that steals across the corners of my lips.

Victor: What’s with the silly smile again?

MC: Victor, have I ever told you how great  it is to have you?

Tiny specks of soft light and shadow flood the pupils of that pair of serene eyes, and he gently nudges the tip of my nose.

Victor: Dummy. You’ve told me that; a very long time ago.

Just as Victor said, we bake the perfect cookies after another attempt.

I take the pastry bag and add small flowers to the cake. While I’m doing this, a few strands of my hair fall loose from the side of my ear.

Just as I’m thinking of pausing in my motion and tying up my hair, a pair of hands are one step ahead of me.

MC: ...!

Victor: Don’t flail about. Give me the rubber band.

The calming woody fragrance leaps into my breath, causing my heartbeat to unconsciously accelerate a little.

I hand the rubber band tied around my wrist to Victor, who stands behind me, gathering up my hair with a gentle force.

Victor: Why are you in a daze?

Victor: We are only one last step away from the “success” you talked about. Concentrate on that.

At his reminder, I return to my senses and look back at the cake before me, resuming my actions.

It’s not until I finish carving the last one of the tiny flowers do I heave long a sigh of relief.

MC: Success!

I turn my head around jubilantly. Suddenly thinking of something, I wink slyly at Victor.

MC: Cough, cough. May I ask the manager of Souvenir to comment on how the cake has turned out this time?

Victor: Are you sure you want to hear my evaluation?

MC: ...can you give a subjective evaluation?

Seeing that my imposing manner has suddenly receded for the most part, Victor releases a soft laugh, and it makes its way into my heart as clearly as a plucked violin string.

Victor: Even if I were to give the most objective evaluation, my answer would be the same.

Victor: Very nice.

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✧ [SECTION 4] ✧

As the cake is ready, it happens to be the time for the livestream as well.

At my request, Victor sits on the sofa behind the tripod and enters the livestream using his phone, helping to examine the live feed.

I press the start button of the livestream. After greeting the audience, I turn around to find the show’s protagonist, Little Tornado, only to find it lying on the rug and sleeping soundly.

MC: Little Tornado? Little—Tor—nado——

I call out several times in a row, but it doesn’t respond.

Thereupon, being left with no better option, I use the trump card–– picking up the cake, I bring it up to its nose.

Little Tornado: Woof!

Little Tornado’s eyes widen for a second, and the audience in the livestream room shoots out a series of “HAHAHAHA” one after another.

The food blogging livestream pulls open its curtain in a cheerful and lighthearted atmosphere. Little Tornado lives up to the expectations with its own innovation, “Tornado’s steamed rice method,” and sweeps clean all the food, stunning the entire audience.

Seeing that its face is covered with food residues, I casually look at Victor. Tacitly understanding what I meant, Victor draws out a tissue paper and hands it over to me.

However, when I glance at the livestream screen again, I find that there are way more pop-ups all of a sudden.

I, Deja, am in the Northeast: “IS THERE A GUY?? Is the beautiful sister actually not single? ∑(っ´ﾟД ﾟ` ;)っ How can you stick close to a man?”

General Manager of Spicy Sticks: “That beautiful hand with such sharp joints! MAY I!!”

Lamb kebabs are pork ribs: “KNEELING AND BEGGING FOR THE HANDSOME GUY TO SHOW HIS FACE!”

MC: Hold on... what are they talking about?

As I watch the pop-ups constantly drift by, my eyes widen in bafflement.

“What’s the relationship between the little sister and him!”

“TELL US THE DETAILS, TELL US THE DETAILS—”

Only now do I realize that it was Victor’s hand just now that entered the lens, prompting the unceasing stream of pop-ups to pour in.

I didn’t realize that every one of the netizens seemed to be holding a magnifying glass, continuously capturing even the tiniest of details.

MC: Ahem, don’t make random speculations. The star of today’s show is Little Tornado!

MC: Everyone, let’s give more attention to it~

I explain in a bit of a flurry. Little Tornado is still wearing that extremely wronged expression from earlier, seemingly unaware that it’s been robbed of its thunder.

I find some light snacks and put them in front of it. Little Tornado’s eyes instantly light up, and its “thunderous” eating style quickly draws back the attention of the audience.

I immediately feel relieved, although I can’t help but glance at Victor sitting across from me.

Behind the camera lens, he is still looking down at his phone. However, a soft curvature graces the corners of his tightly pursed lips.

Seeing that there are only five minutes left on the livestream, I smile as I make my concluding remarks to the camera.

MC: The segments for today’s livestream are coming to an end. Thank you, everyone, for another beautiful feast with Little Tornado.

MC: See you all next week at the same time~

With that said, I put away Little Tornado’s tableware. But when I get up, I trip over its foot as it’s been scurrying around.

My body lunges forward uncontrollably. The next thing I know, a pair of hands catch me just in time.

A familiar scent embraces me, and I raise my head to see Victor’s mouth opening and closing a few times.

My heartbeat shoots up immediately, deafening. At such a nose-to-nose distance that can be collapsed with a simple breath, I can clearly make out the contours of his face.

Victor: “Dummy.”

MC: ...

As I stand still, I sweep my gaze over the screen out of the corner of my eyes— on the screen, it shows that a man attired in Western-style suit-pants is holding me tightly in his arms.

However, because of his height being too tall, the camera only captures the part of him below the neck region.

I heave a sigh of relief. However, I feel the hand around my waist pressing me slightly harder. Following this, Victor leads me to a corner that is a blind spot on the camera.

I pat my chest lightly, my heart pounding uncontrollably. Watching that Little Tornado is eating with gusto directly in front of the camera, I can’t help mumbling in a low voice as I divert the subject.

MC: Seeing it eating so happily, I seem to be a little hungry too...

Victor: Yup, so hungry that you can’t even walk steadily.

Knowing that he is just teasing me for my clumsiness, I prod him in the chest with indignation.

Victor: Your food is ready to be served.

Victor speaks in a voice that only the two of us can hear. Seeing the confusion written on my face, he pulls me even more tightly to himself.

Victor: Didn’t a certain someone say that she’s been looking forward to the big feast the entire week?

Victor: Souvenir is open as usual tonight.

The scorching breaths cascading from his lips crash against my auricles. Looking into his smiling eyes, I’m slightly taken aback and remember that especially bulging bag he’s brought along.

MC: The snacks you brought me... you mean that’s  tonight’s big dinner?

Victor: Not too slow-witted, after all.

Victor: However, “There’s no such thing as a free dinner in this world.”

Standing in the afterglow of the setting sun, the lights stirring within Victor’s eyes also reflect a crystalline glow. He looks at my pleasantly surprised face, the corners of his lips lightly hooking up in a smile.

Victor: I haven’t yet charged my bill for today.

He leans down, the exquisite scent of his body wrapping me within instantly.

The sweetness of his breath permeates the air as it ferments. I don’t know how long has passed before his whispers sound in my ears once again.

Victor: As for the rest, I’ll make it up when I return from my business trip next week.

On the other side, the “quick glimpse” on the camera just now causes the livestream room to blow up again.

On the screen, which has never been turned off, the pink hearts sent by the audience explode one after another––

Along with the messages, “May the two of you live a long and happy life together. Wishing you two eternal love!” filling the entire screen.

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[Note]: The messages audience was sending is “祝百年好合, 长长久久!” (zhù bǎi nián hǎo hé, cháng cháng jiǔ jiǔ). This is what one says in Chinese when they’re congratulating or blessing a married couple/newlyweds~ 🥺💘

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[Personal Thoughts]: The fact that this man wasn’t home the whole morning LOL and cooked at Souvenir to keep it a surprise and when MC asks he’s like yeah just some snacks I picked up before getting you hnnngnnn 🥺 Also MC’s “how great it is to have you”  and the LIVESTREAM KISS!! 💘💘

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[alloveroliver]

Author Interview

I was tagged by @peacheat and @dear-mrs-otome THANK YOU GUYS!!! (I also added more Qs if you want to answer those as well *sweats*)

Name: Ash Knight

Fandoms: Now: MLQC, Ikemen Revolution, Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Sengoku, Mystic Messenger, annnnnd one or two other otomes I like lol.  Want to do in the future: Obey Me (Currently playing) Ikemen Genjiden (translating got to be too much but its GOOD!) Tokyo Debunkers (when it comes out in April!!!)

Where You Post: Mostly Tumblr but also Ao3!

Most Popular One-Shot:  By far Victor x MC “In This Moment.” I’m glad cuz I spent a lot of time on this one and I love the concept of Victor stopping time because he know’s he’s going to miss MC <3

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: Mmm, I don’t have any muli fics yet BUT I do have 10 chapters of my blood thirsty fics!  they are all oneshots though. 

Favorite Story You Wrote: Its actually my first Oliver fic I posted around Aug of 2018 (Omg have I been doing this for that long???) It needs to be rewritten BUT heres the link. Oliver x MC “Giving Up Control” I still think about this fic often lmfao. Femdoming Oliver is 🤤👌

Story You Were Nervous to Post: Ooof, a recent Oliver fic. Only because it had alcohol themes and smoliver asking her on a date. Just due to his curse and things I didn't want to change too much but it was all consensual with adult Oliver. I was just nervous some people would read into it and take it the wrong way :( Oliver x MC “In A Perfect World You’re Happy With Me” (Looking back at it, it actually got a good response! I am surprised cuz I posted it then tried to put it out of my mind lol. #thanksanxiety

How You Choose Your Titles: First thing that comes to mind. Song lyrics, one word that sticks out in the fic. Or if its a common word or a word/title I’ve used before I put it into One Look Reverse Dictionary and find a similar word that means the sameish thing. I don’t dwell on titles too much tbh. 

Completed: Last I counted, I had over 500 short stories under my belt. You can read them all on my blog but not everything was put into my masterlist. This was just due to the tumblr purge we had and I had to make a new masterlist since a lot of my fics got shadowbanned due to the tagging system back then. I didnt wanna repost them all lol

Incomplete: I have an entire spreadsheet that I plop all my ideas on... and it is FULL. I organize it by fandom, suitor, and fluff vs. smut. Ummmmmm.... See below: Coming soon lol. 

Do You Outline? I usually start writing when I have an idea and if I need to step away from my computer I will do a quick outline. AKA just some quick bullet points of what I was thinking would happen next lol. If I ever take the time to properly do a full outline, I 100% go off the rails and do my own thing away from the outline. I am what is called a ‘discovery writer’ lol. I discoverer my own story as i write it then go back and edit it and act like I knew what I was doing all along lmfao.

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: I have 3 substantial WIPS (like 2-3k words) I bounce between that I’m working on. Victor x Mc, Vincent x MC and Faust x MC. 

A plan to do part 2 of Gavin x MC’ s ”Distortion” . 

I also have an long running AU fic with Gavin x MC (8k currently) but that is far away from being done lol. 

There is also an 11 chapter fic I am planning. I have 2 chapters written but I cant seem to figure out one major plot detail and its keeping me from getting it done anytime soon :( 

There is a chapter fic im writing for a cradle born MC, however its a mesh of our MC and my OC and its kinda complicated. Also its fluff and I’m less interested in writing that BUT I really want to share this story <3

Valentines day is actually prob going to be the next thing yall see from me tbh and that is TBD

Do You Accept Prompts? I used to every once in a while but I have so many WIPS and no personal computer at home rn. (SOON THOUGH!) So I don’t have the chance to write as much in my free time as I used to. I’ll take prompts but I let them sit in my ask box until I am able to write them <3. I am not the person to ask people to stop sending them, cuz I like to see what yall want me to write and take that into consideration for sure. I like taking asks for Thirsty Thursday (even if its not thurs, I will hold onto them until then) and answer them 😍 I love those because more people are involved other than me and I like being a part of something bigger than myself ���

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: My Victor x MC story. Its UMMMMM........ ITS SLOW BURN YALL. LIKE WHO AM I?! lmfao. 

*(I am going to personally add a few questions to this tag that I am interested in knowing about others as well lol)*

What do you use to edit?: I pay for Grammarly (its AMAZING even the free version is super worth it) 

For word meanings, synonyms, and better wording I use OneLook Reverse Dictionary ALL THE TIME for every single fic. (and like I said before, to help with titles)

When I feel like something is off and grammarly doesn’t quite know and I don’t know, I put the fic through Hemmingway Editor. It tells you HOW readable a sentence is. If its hard to read I rewrite it and make things a bit simpler for the eyes. Its free in the browser. 

Writing setup: Ideally, the sun is coming in through the window, It’s cool inside, I’m wearing a fuzzy sweater, I have hot coffee or tea, and my head phones are in. 

I listen to lofi music station on youtube but If its distracting I put on lofi without lyrics. I love THIS playlist. (this is live so it’ll prob break but here’s an alt link to their offline playlist) If I am in an upbeat mood I like “Electropose” music. Or I listen to the ‘setting’ a fic is in. Like if its raining in the story, I put on rain ambiance and things like that. 

Do you use a beta reader? No 😬, not really. Anytime I have someone beta read and they comment on the content and not the editing I get way too nervous to post the fic and suddenly it get sick to my stomach laskjdlsdj. I trust a couple gals to beta read in an editing mind set but I don’t bother them all the time. I like to go balls to the walls and trust grammarly, post the damn thing, and bite my nails hoping for the best. 

Where do you get your writing inspo?: Bruh, #1 READING! Reading books, reading fics, reading summaries for things. Also, reading the routes in otomes, watching anime, and letting my mind wonder lol. I also like to chat with people on discord and let the stories unfold. Inspo has also come from a lot of my dreams tbh. My dreams are hella vivid and I try to write them down when I wake up if they are interesting lol. 

Can we get a quote from an upcoming WIP?: 

[     Without cars and crowds, the evening wind picked up nothing but serene sounds. Crickets gently chirped and leafs quietly brushed one another. The branches rustled together, making an organic symphony that the wind carried up to the balcony you leaned on. 

*****’s warm hands ran up and down your forearms, warming your chilled skin. From behind, he bent forward and nipped at the shell of your ear. 

“Is that better?” His silky hands moved faster, creating heated friction. 

“Mmm,” You relished in the sensation. “Much better.”

His gentle chuckle against your pulse made you wiggle into him. ***** pressed his solid chest against your back and sighed. “Maybe if you were wearing more than just my shirt, you wouldn’t be so chilly.” 

“I just want to be out here for a moment. The fresh air is nice.” You pressed your lips together into a small smile and angled your face up to him. “Don’t you agree?”  ]

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