Hello, Ruki. Do you like Twilight? What were your thoughts when you voiced Edward Cullen for the Japanese dub?
Oh dear... Where do I start. Have you read the new one from Edwards point of view? Truly frightening.
I believe Edward Cullen is an obsessive stalker with manipulative tendencies and Bella Swan a whiny teen with the survival skills of a three year old.
But well, I just did the voice acting to look into current representation of vampires in media and I was deeply disappointed. Not all of us are creepy virgins...
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*Sobs quietly* A-Ayato/Richter/Laito..our baby..its so ugly.. 😭
Ayato: Huh!? Since when did we... Forget it. If it’s Yours Truly’s kid, it wouldn’t be ugly! Quit kidding yourself that it’s mine!
Laito: Well, nfu... Those bad genes definitely aren’t mine. Don’t pout though, Bitch-chan. As if it is actually mine, anyway.
Richter: ...And, when exactly did we decide upon raising a child together? This cannot be my child... Don’t fool around like this.
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💌 how do you forget yourself in the process of preserving the memory of someone else?
@lucult elaaaa :DD i know you were supposed to beta read but i’m feeling confident today :strongguang:
[12:29AM] why do we say that people are in a better place after death? is this sentiment acknowledging the bitterness of life, or is it merely a reference to the pain that comes with losing it?
it may be a simple pleasantry, but whatever the phrase’s purpose, lucien doubts that he will ever say it with the same weight as others do. death is dark. it is not easy, it is not a break, it has only ever been an end.
some things we naturally have decided to cut short — the decaying stems of a bouquet left in water for too long, or a student's skirt that’s been rolled at the waist. but life is meant to flourish. there is no part of it that is meant to be cast aside, or forgotten.
no person that is supposed to be forgotten.
graves go years without flowers being placed beneath them. family heirlooms are found discounted in pawn shops. one could argue that it’s only natural to be forgotten, but if there’s one thing lucien has always believed about death, it is that there is always a way to keep parts of someone alive.
she always named her flowers. after the stars, a character from her favourite book, even old pets who had passed on were given new life through a pot of purple gardenias, or a fresh sprig of roses. though lucien was significantly worse at coming up with such meaningful things, every plant he hung from his balcony, or kept on his kitchen table, he named for her.
because she is not truly dead, not as long as at least he remembers her.
lucien did not believe the place after death is better, simply because it implies that the place before it will always be worse. how could he, when she was the one to walk the earth next to him? yet without her, in the moments he was left to stare at her footsteps in the dirt, he almost began to reconsider.
the pain of losing someone never subsides — that is the cruel truth. but nothing is worse than knowing that one day, the pain may dim. it may get easier, and his flowers will live on namelessly once again.
but by some miracle, the flowers that bloom on his windowsill remain named. they remain named until she is back in his arms, given just as the universe had taken her. the instance of returning from an opposite world is a rare experience, surely possible due only to her genes, but lucien knows any explanation would suffice.
because no matter the circumstances, she is alive, and she is his.
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