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Nakada Hiroki Channel Nakacha no Ma #45 2023.8.25 Notes [Eng translation]

≫ Intro:

Again, he tweeted with very short notice soz

He only took one pic with Yuuta at Fuji-Q, although he feels like it's not a pic worth tweeting (at least we got the one Ryouga took)

He was set on not riding any of the attractions so he told Yuuta he'd be waiting instead while they stood in line and waited and waited and waited and then the moment both he and Rei got the safety bar lowered on them, it started pouring down like crazy lol ☔☔️

Hiroki is not the type to ride any of the attractions anyway, not just rollercoasters ❌️🎢❌️ And they only had a short time before rehearsals and all the attractions had like a 20 minute line (The spinning coffee cups are enough for him)

Again, he's wearing his zigzag headband ✨️ He just got home from rehearsals

His sideburns are looking fierce (also I feel like he's gotten a tan on his forehead and I can't unsee it)

The weather was hot but he feels it's still hotter in Tokyo. Besides, it was very windy around Fuji and they had rain the first day

There were lots of bugs but nothing crazy, lots of dragonflies

We get both talk of Fuji and his widow's peak 🗻 It's called Fujibitai in Japanese

This month's beer: Spring Valley White Silk Ale 500ml 🍺

He's gonna get more busy from now on with Suehirogari rehearsals and then Furuba which he hasn't gotten to memorizing his script yet

He doesn't know why he's bringing it up again but he's remembering how it was around the time when SRS22 had wrapped up and he had to cancel a play for the first time in his life (Hoshifuru Machi and Parade) and tabloids wrote that it was because he had "too many lines in the script" - which was absolutely not the case! He still thinks about the drama surrounding it til this day 💔 He won't make statements but sometimes he wants to just let it all out 🥺

It's not a matter of having an agency, he knew it was gonna be difficult to go freelance already

Sudden fireworks in the distance! 🎆 Then he realizes his house might get found out if he tells us there's fireworks in the surrounding area 🤫

He tries to convince himself that fireworks can be heard from quite a distance

Someone does the pinpon dash in the comment section lmao 🏃‍♂️💨💨

He decides to drink some more to shut himself up

Speaking of Shizuoka (someone mentioned in the comments), around 7PM last night he saw his first proper fireworks display of the year 🎆 Apparently they have fireworks when there's an event at Fuji-Q Conifer Forest

He tries to google how far fireworks can be seen heard from a distance - 4 km (and i oop)

He's already forgotten how much time has passed since Tensura performances, he loses track of time when he's deep in rehearsals

Even when ppl say they're freelance, they usually have at least someone tending to them somewhat - he doesn't have anyone like that

Chaba offers to act his manager 🙌

He's happy that we enjoyed his Benimaru and action scenes

He won't say that he looked cool on stage but he will admit his swordsmanship was beautiful

Apparently the old school he used to train under put alot of pressure on its elegance in particular, it's also important to have the right breathing technique

It's also about sliding your feet; in 2.5D, alot of actors are good at moving their upper body but has it go to waste because they can't move their feet just as well

"Everything you do starts with your feet"

"No matter how cool you look on top, if your legs look lame, it's lame"

When he went to see the Touken stage once, he thought that Suzuki Hiroki had a really beautiful technique

More talk about how to move your feet when wearing a hakama

He'll gladly tell us all more about how to stand properly

≫ Food corner:

This month's snack: Gorgonzola dipped in honey 🧀🍯

He used to be obsessed with gorgonzola back in the day, he has recently gotten into eating it again (but he can't have it without honey)

Recently, he's been having prosciutto ham, melon and burrata cheese (as seen)

Overall, he's been having alot of melon, peach and pear recently (shine muscat grapes are too expensive) 🍈🍑🍐

He also likes persimmons

Then again, he doesn't like the sourness of some peaches, and the pit is hard to remove

He finds the sweetness of some peaches compared to melon to be completely different

Peach pit = bouncy ball size

How to crack open a peach or avocado starring Nakada Hiroki

He thinks women particularly likes peaches

Someone calls him chef Hiroki in the chat, even though he doesn't cook that much; all he did was cut up the melon and ham, and poured some olive oil and salt and pepper on it lol

Okayama's specialty seems to be muscat grapes

Someone suggests that he'd do a Hiroki's dinner show but he thinks that would be alot of preparation

He used to eat an insane amount of pears when he was a child and then he got explosive diarrhea 💩

He likes his pears a bit chewy

≫ Tensura:

His hakama did indeed almost slide off during senshuuraku because he was hurrying up the stairs, he wasn't cautions enough with the hakama - they fixed it with magic tape/velcro though

He thought he had ripped it but he hadn't

He did stumble a few times off-stage

Benimaru wears two layered hakama anyways so he thinks it would be fine even if it ripped

Benimaru's outfits were super easy to move around in

Although the footwear were really difficult; he's more used to wearing tabi, so wearing setta (leather soled sandals) was a challenge (jumping was especially difficult)

Some suggested he'd wear rubber soles but it would just get flappy

He forgets what the second toe is called and calls it the ring toe

His toes would clench the setta straps 💢 but it would tingle like it was forming a bruise

Again, he's relishing in how easy it was to wear the overall outfit

At any rate, he finds heels super difficult to wear, particularly as Masaferry and his knee-high boots (they were sexy tho) - that might have been his most difficult one to wear when it comes to footwear

Shoutout to all the ladies who know the pain when the arch of the foot/shoe is rly narrow making it unstable

Shinonome was also difficult in terms of foot strain (the comments point out how he had to change footwear during the performance of Rusted Armor, idk if it was during the 1st or 2nd run)

He's contemplating whether it's more difficult to wear platform sandals or not

≫ Suehirogari:

Akashi is gonna be running this time!

He starts talking about the layout of the stage before realizing in the chat that it hasn't actually been officially announced yet lol (fans have sort of figured it out nevertheless)

The stage wasn't as big as he expected

Definitely bring a raincoat and towel in case of bad weather + lots of water

Shoutout to Beer Ball duo Kensuke and Akira lmao 🍻

He's done numerous live shows indoors already but being outdoors may bring a whole new set of difficult situation

The seats are really close to the stage but it's quite wide instead (unlike Yoyogi Gymnasium and Saitama Super Arena), however it's all same ground level

Also, the setlist is gonna be a bit of a challenge

He thinks it's because he joined rehearsals halfway through, his number of appearances might have decreased, but there's gonna be alot of songs with everyone in it (me: *praying it's not gonna be like Tori in SRS22 Fukuoka/Hiroshima/2nd half of Tokyo and he was off-stage for a good 50 minutes 😭*)

He apologizes due to the various circumstances that he probably won't be on stage much and seems to blame himself for it 🥺

Because of it, he'll show us his best Akashi when he's actually on stage 💖

If Akashi ever got a tanki, it'd just be him and the audience sleeping. He'd be playing relaxing music like when you're at the dentist lol

"Take a nap, have a snack, byebye"

He got a message on LINE from Ryouga

He went out to an izakaya with Ryouga and Nagata - stay tuned for what they had to eat!

Who gave him the banyanya cat - stay tuned!

He was also given a Snorlax Pokémon card because it looked like Akashi (it was not from Haru-chan, Kurumu or Kensuke; if it'd been from Imari, he'd been grossed out lmao)

He saw Mizue Kenta (Yamanbagiri Chougi's actor) again after a long time! (He used to also be at OscarPro)

≫ Birthday event etc:

He didn't do a gaming stream last month either but he's planning on making it up to us again

He thinks he looks like a yankee because he had his eyebrows dyed for Benimaru and it still shows. Since his own brows are rly thick and the colour comes out more naturally if they're more blonde, they ended up bleaching them a bit too much apparently

He seems proud to be complimented on his new shirt (it's a new Adidas launch)

It's not officially confirmed but he's 80% sure that he's gonna host this year's birthday event on Oct 21st (Tokyo) and Oct 29th (Osaka) 🎂

This might be his first local solo event - or not since he had one in Kyoto where Kurumu starred as guest (it was around the timing of Kishou Hongi)

He thought it'd better to have the two split up instead of the following day since they're in different places

"Don't force yourself to come" SIR I WILL TRAVEL ACROSS THE WORLD

Since the Osaka event is right around Halloween, everyone wants him to cosplay

He won't be bringing a guest (MC maybe?)

Cosplay suggestions: Uma Musume, Gojo, Akashi, Sephiroth, Haru (Rabbits Kingdom), Howl, Hamtaro, Goro Majima

He also wants to cos from Twisted Wonderland! Apparently some of the make-up/costume staff had told him he could do Azul (!!!) He doesn't know who he is tho 😭 When the chat tells him he's a megane character, he doesn't want to 🙅‍♂️ He doesn't think he's particularly suited for megane characters himself

Instead of Trey-senpai, he calls him Toilet-senpai

He wants to cosplay Malleus! And Idia

(Personally, I'd like to see him do Azul, Trey or Vil.. Some people suggested Cater as well. He'd probably do a good Sebek too)

Again, he's mentioning Meguro Ren and his hair (see Natsu no Jin Nagomi P2)

Happy Birthday to everyone born in August 🎉

"Enjoy your youth! Enjoy your birthday and your birthmonth this year and make the most wonderful summer memories, together with me!"

He's having trouble cutting the stream (as usual)

He calls Ryouga and Nakata his ochibi-chans 🥺 kawachii

≫ 2nd half of the stream:

Wife time!

He's having a particularly mouldy piece of cheese

Tori told him he went to the sauna yesterday

Shunya gave him the (secret) Pokémon card! He kept it because he didn't want to throw it away but then he passed it on to Ryousei

Apparently Ryousei has his seat right behind Hiroki at rehearsals (chat: it's like a school setting 😭 Touken Gakuen)

We get a short Ryousei impression, kawaii kawaii kawaii

Hiroki's off to pick some tea leaves and get some more beer

This month's second beer: Spring Valley Hojun 496 500ml 🍺🍺

He thinks it's fine if you don't cosplay for Halloween, just clipping something small in your hair is enough

No one would wanna take cheki with him if he cosplayed for real

The event is not gonna take place at the Hulic Hall Theatre this time

He still doesn't believe we want to see him cosplay

It might be the first event he's held in a while that won't require masks (it might depend on the venue though)

He asks if we want to go without masks or see-through partition screen; an overwhelming response for no partition screen!

What if he himself has to wear a mask if there's no partition screen?

He tries to take a peek at the cheese's calorie amount and end up dropping some of it on the floor

Cheese is low in calories so he thinks it's good for when you're on a diet (he himself is proof of it lol), protein is important as well

He hasn't been able to go to the gym at all recently

≫ Tensura and Suehirogari:

Someone mentions the Oni zap in the chat, it seems to have been part of the adlib scene in one of the Tensura performances (8.13 matinée; they had only done it once previously during rehearsals), they had way too fun with the adlibs, to the point they didn't even have to speak with one another

You can tell Hiroki rly likes both Ryo and Hagino, the three of them kept chattering away backstage

They wanted to do the adlib scene (w/ Benimaru, Souei, Hakurou) because it gave a glimpse into the everyday life of the Ogre clan, they wanted to show the warmth and bond they shared as a family, but scenes like that had to be condensed and kept getting cut down

He doesn't know who came up with the adlib idea but they kept it real each time because that's what it's like to be around family

He thinks it's super fun to do adlibs with the help of everyone, after all you can't do adlibs by yourself

It's the same with Toumyu adlib although there's more regulations and it has to be ever more condensed (probably considering how many they are by now)

That being said, he's not saying there weren't restrictions to Tensura but, he just wanted to try to convey what he felt like for the character

There might just be someone who breaks the adlib restrictions in upcoming Toumyu performances, it's gonna be hilarious (a few guesses in the chat it's gonna be Onimaru or Ichi-nii). It's gonna be something that they create together with the audience? (Like a call and response-type of thing??)

He hasn't been getting involved with the new swords at all (might be because he joined halfway through)

He thinks Rei is serious and hardworking, he doesn't understand how he's actually younger (Hiroki is 1 year older), he's always rehearsing, he's very conscious of hierarchical relationships and is very polite (speaking keigo)

But they're always being silly together lol

He really wanted Hiroki to go on the attraction but he stopped before even queuing up. Rui Kihara (Heshikiri Hasebe's actor) went on the ride too

He makes a comment about another Kihara (Minoru) who's a weather forecaster and disaster prevention officer together with the mascot Sorajiro (it's a well known evening weather programme broadcasted in Tokyo)

He and Rui has been talking alot lately

It's only been a few days since he joined rehearsals so there's lots of ppl he haven't talked to yet. He's shy around new people and have been told he's difficult to get to talk so he's been trying to reach out to them himself. He's often told that as soon as he gets talking, their impression of him changes

"Sake suki?" ww (if he'd said no, that would've been the end to the conversation lbr)

He feels like he's gotten closer to Ryouga and Nakata since last year

He invited Tori to come when they went to the izakaya but got rejected cuz he was sleeping lol

He's only seen Daigo once at rehearsals so far but he's nice

Hiroki likes polite youngsters 👶

Keita's also very polite

He thinks he's contradicting himself because he wasn't very polite when he was younger. He talks about how "back in my days", you addressed your senpai by using the -san suffix (This part of the stream was kinda confusing to me since I'm rly not into Johnny & Associates and their manners regarding the -san/-kun debate for senpai/kouhai)

Even he himself would've been pissed off if someone instantly called him by -kun back then

He thinks it's about 50/50 who calls him -san/kun atm; Ryousei says -kun, Sasamori Hiroki says Nakada-san (but that's probably since they're both Hiroki lol), the other Hirokis call him Hiroki-kun though, Seiichiro probably calls him -san

He can keep on talking about who calls who what for hours on end

Seiichiro taught both him and Nobunaga when they were trying to copy and rehearse the dances, apparently he was Nobunaga's caretaker of the day

Nobunaga recorded their dance rehearsal (looking at it from a bird's-eye perspective helps him notice things)

In short: they all get along well (he kept looking at them with a warm smile 🥺)

There aren't that many people around his age so he was happy when there was someone for once who was older (Hagino? Haru-chan?)

"Even though I'm getting older, I'm still on the older side"

He thinks he's the same as spi and Imari; Mokkun is 1 year older; Rei is 1 year younger, then Tori is 2 years younger. He thinks Araki is 3 years older (Imari is born in 1988 tho, Mokkun is also born in 1987, Tori is actually born in 1991, and Araki is 4 years older) And don't forget Haru-chan!

"Hiroki, do you like older or younger?" "Both" 👀

He hasn't seen Araki recently

He checks the message on LINE from Ryouga

He's reminded of the fated meeting he had with that old man in Malaysia, he'd like to make a DVD out of it (pls pls pls do a special one like the camping DVD). Apparently he did take some videos with the help of his tripod, he's just unsure of who he gave the video data to afterwards - turns out he put the data on a SSD and gave it to one of his usual cameramen

He needs to update his FC site and its banner pic (it's still featuring SRS22), we just have to wait a bit for it since he's doing it all on his own

He absolutely has no camping footage left ❌️🏕❌️

His nails have gotten long again! 💅 And they're shiny shiny (he has not painted them)

Some Chaba is bullying him in the chat to give up on the FC site already (he won't!)

"Don't give up!" This is related to a commercial quote by Maya Miki (a famous actress who is currently represented by Hiroki's former agency, Oscar Promotion). He met her at a year-end party some years ago, she was nice

He doesn't know how to remove the banner. It's difficult to do programming, even though he went to a tech high school

So what did he eat with Ryouga and Nagata at the izakaya? He's the senpai so of course he treated them (he then gets off-track again lol)

Someone wanted to eat at Bamiyan but they've got that in Tokyo

Apparently houtou noodle soup is a well-known dish around Fuji-Q (aka it originates from Yamanashi)

He makes up a word pun of houtou (the dish) being pronounced the same as 宝刀 (treasured sword) so if you come and see the houtou, you can also eat houtou! Let's make it go viral #Houtou mi ni itte houtou tabeta

Some Chaba worries he might say it during the curtain call but he assures us he won't. Then he starts thinking about it and realizes he might be able to say it. If he does end up saying it, all of us better laugh for him

He want us Chaba to take pride in being Chaba so don't be embarrassed if he says it

Not hokori as in dust but hokori as in pride

So what did he eat with Ryouga and Nagata at the izakaya? A. Basashi, B. Karaage, C. Umaki. Answer: Umaki!

He's had basashi too but he seems to like umaki more - although he didn't know what it was the first time he heard of it, he tries to play it off as he did know, he just had to ask about it (chat: that's the same as not knowing lol)

He saw quite a few of the uchiwa at Tensura (not so much on the second floor though because it was too high up)! If he had more time, he thinks he would have been able to see all of them

Since both Souei and Rimuru's penlight were blue, he felt a bit lonely having the red ones, but seeing the red scattered all around the audience made him feel very happy, supported and encouraged ❤️

It became a good memory for him so he'd be glad if we felt the same

"Thank you, but it's all thanks to you"

Red stands out alot more than Akashi's light purple, even he himself can't distinguish Akashi's purple (unless you have an uchiwa as well)

He'll be able to tell if we all wear purple jerseys, alt. Raiha jersey (he thinks they're quite fashionable) but he wants us all to wear what we're comfortable with

He doesn't know why Akashi gives off a jersey vibe (me: camp DVD)

Jerseys are perfect for people who don't want to work, and it shields you from getting sunburnt

If he'd be allowed to decide, he'd do the full performance in his jersey

He also wants to be able to get around the place on a bicycle or segway since the stage is so wide

Or a pulled rickshaw or roomba lmao

This month's rollcall was just an ordinary one 👋

He takes a moment to appreciate the snooze button on his phone

He hasn't been doing any gaming streams recently but the next one he's gonna do is gonna be a game called Only Down 🎮

The kitty cat from Stray is currently on hold

He might stream tomorrow (Saturday) or next week (Tuesday)

There had been a request for him to play Only Up so that's why he's doing Only Down

"I know that you are all busy and that it's not easy, but you made the time to come and see me, same as for spending money, and I'd like to thank you all. I am filled with gratitude for all of you, which is not something I take for granted. So I will continue to do my best to make you happy and create good memories with you."

"Thank you for ordering Natsu no Jin goods too!" 💖

He'll keep on working hard, even though Akashi might not appear much - then again he said the same about Benimaru and many said the opposite so maybe it's just him

Ah, necklace (iykyk)

Maybe it's because for him, behind the scenes, the amount of energy it took has been alot easier than in previous productions, so maybe that's why he felt like he was off-stage alot - the action didn't even tire him in the slightest

He judges the amount of his performance based on physical fatigue, but even if he doesn't appear in alot of scenes, he wants to impress and show you such wonderful scenes that it will be burned into your mind

"Maybe I have a presence, Idk. I am tall though"

≫ Furuba:

Ayame is a person with royal dignity 👑

This is the first time he's ever had so few rehearsals for a play (Furuba) so he's a bit scared. He'll have about a week of rehearsals (even fewer than when he did Motherland)

He doesn't think he'll appear more than he did last time (which means we'll get like three main Ayame scenes)

He also wants to wear the wedding dress!!!! 🚨🚨🚨🚨

He doesn't want to spoil it but he thinks this time it's more about Yuki's story

He hasn't had the time to properly look at the script yet

Let's enjoy the second half of the year together!

He's glad they got to tell a peaceful story with Tensura

He's gonna upload the picture of Yuuta later

Lastly, he blew us all a kiss! 💋

≫ Monthly curtain call:

Akashi fan ≠ Chaba 🍵

He's gonna sleep like a log tonight (especially after being outdoors for so long, but do take measures against the heat)!

#this post doesn't have bullet points because it exceeded the max limit lmao #if you made it to the end of this THANKS #i spent FAR too much time on this #feedback on translation is always welcome #nakada hiroki #nakacha no ma #translation #my post

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bee-s-honey · 3 years

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Obsessed With You✥

Yandere Chrollo Kidnapping His Darling🌙🕯️

Part 1 | Part 2 |

✷yandere, kidnapping, forced physical affection (sfw), romantic dark content, swearing

✿Lot's of romantic gestures, good cute stuff, I did try to make it a little humorous at times because I couldn't help it

Chrollo seems a lil ooc but no he doesn't. Yeah <3 he does. No. Very realistic. Not at all. No. Yes

Info: reader is some kind of artist (non specific. Mentioned as "works" and "pieces" could be writing, painting, ect ect ect), fem!reader, chrollo is insanely horrifically in love and very disgustingly sweet. Lot's of...fluff? Messed up fluff, but fluff nonetheless...yes. Chrollo will have random abilities mentioned that never really get addressed

I only edited/looked over the final thing once so some parts may barely be rough.

~the title was inspired from the song by The Orion Experience~

But I want to get next to you

Yeah, I love all the things you do

I want to get close to you

You are my dream come true

I want to have sex with you

Your sweet caress won't do

'Cause I'm obsessed with you

You rested on the couch, sleeping as the sprinkling rain refreshed the land outside. You were watching your show before slipping into slumber and it left a blue light to illuminate the room. Unbeknownst to your sleeping form a car was parked outside your apartment, running so it could drive away as fast as possible. Leather boots kicked the curb and Chrollo halted anyone else from moving,

"I'll go in first alone. When I come back out with her then you can retrieve her stuff."

He moved up and slipped into your bedroom, the untouched bed almost a scare before he recognized the sound of a show in the living room. When he rounded the corner and noticed you he leaned down. A foreign hand caressed its lovers cheek. This would be far better; now you'll be a bit fatigued as he takes you, and maybe it'd be less traumatizing if you're sleepy and compliant. His breath was small and contained as he stared, moving his hand to your head so he could pet your hair. With patient pace he moved his other arm under you and eventually Chrollo was lifting you up in bridal style, already prepared for you to wake up.

When you gained half a conscious you flailed and he almost let you drop back down, but ended up grabbing your waist. You tried to swirl around but he wouldn't let go and ended up reaching for your bicep, holding you close to him as he moved backwards from the spot near the couch so as to not trip over the coffee table. For a moment you both stopped moving as awareness set in.

A man had just broken in, coat damp and presence terrifyingly heavy.

When you screamed and pushed away, barely even looking at his face before running to your room. He chuckled. You nearly slipped as you hurried to close the door and for a moment you wavered in your stance while thinking of what to do. 'Hide! No. Gather stuff.. fuck it just leave the damn house. Now!'

When your feet hit the second stair of the fire escape in haste it made a noise that caused the world to go quiet. Someone stepped out of the running van and looked directly at you. Her face was unreadable but she held the same aura as the man in the apartment.

Chrollo stood still for about a second before starting to walk. He stalked down the hallway and looked around. He'd only really been in your house once before so parts still interested him. As he ran his hand under the pictures on the wall and leaned his neck back to pop it the sound of Machi's voice commanded something from outside. Ah, the fire escape door must be open. You'd tried to run away.

When you felt his hands slide onto your shoulders the first instinct was to move your elbow back but it was caught and he instead opted to wrap his arms around you from the back. In the blink of an eye he had a book in his hand and a cloth wrapped around you before you were restrained by something you couldn't see.

"Try not to wiggle too much, angel, that blanket's saving you from being hurt by the threads, ok?" Chrollo said, too close to your ear. You looked down at the pink haired woman below; she was holding her hand up like she was holding something.

You didn't know if you were stunned into silence all that time beforehand but with a loud outburst you screamed,

"Who the hell are you!? Get away from me you're fucking crazy-"

Only to be silenced again when you looked up. You'd barely seen what the man looked like before, but right now he was smiling. A closed smirk was presented to you like he hadn't just watched you run away from him in horror.

The silence didn't last too long before you started incomprehensibly screaming again, the man shushed you and put his hand over your mouth, dragging you back inside just before you heard the door of the place above you open. Everything seemed to happen at once as your mind tried to comprehend the moon glint on a thread leading through the doorway, the smell of cologne on the man, and the gentle force of you being sat on the ground with him behind you.

A woman from the deck above called out, "Everything all right, sugar? I thought I heard sm'mn."

Machi looked up with a tired huff.

"Sorry, me and my friend were just playing around together."

"Yeah, well residents live here so y'all should go play at the park."

Chrollo made an amused sound and buried his chin further into the side of your neck while looking out the doorway.

You weakly moved only to be held tighter against his chest.

"This could've gone a little more smoothly, but you've still been good. I'll explain later, ok darling?"

When you shot a glare his way, eyebrows scrunched tighter than ever. He wasn't exactly smiling anymore, but his eyes weren't evil. You'd always heard about the fear somebody's eyes could give you, funny that the person who just broke into your house had more generous eyes towards you than half of the more normal people you'd met in your lifetime.

You were still, sitting with him before he tried to stand up with you. As your feet stomped and swang around, voice attempting a wail, two footsteps walked up the stairs.

"Machi, maybe I do need a little help. Let's get her in and you come back to help Phinks."

He accidentally let go of your mouth but before you could speak the woman, Machi, snapped at you with a threatening command, "Don't talk. You're not in danger but trying to get away will make everyone else. You'll get an explanation in the car. Let's go."

"No! What the fuck are you doing?! If you don't let me go and leave right now you're not getting any leniencies on your goddamn prison sentence, you freaks!"

Phinks sadistically laughed from his stance against the wall. He picked up a little pen from your desk before saying, "Listen, I'm sure you're a little scared right now, girlie, but let's just go. You're not doing anything to help yourself right now."

"Get these off of me," you growled while trying to wriggle your way out of Chrollo's arms and out of the threads you felt more than saw around you.

"I'm tired of this." You heard Chrollo say before something that felt like small sparkles hit you in the face and a book closed as you lost your consciousness.

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The sound of road underneath the van, going faster than necessary, made your ears sore. The amount of bags, boxes, and things around you didn't help the overall misery you felt in the moment.

You had awoke to your legs draped over Chrollo's lap while you laid sideways in the seats. Chrollo held your calve. After and during multiple of your freakouts he'd introduced himself and the situation.

"I came to get you of course. I just thought it was about time, doll. You'd taken a break from producing your work so I assumed it would be the best time, and I've waited for longer than I was able to handle."

It was about all you got and it only caused more screaming and kicking, but eventually he managed to get you down again, putting a blanket he got from the house over you and mumbling something a little quieter this time,

"You'll get used to being with me. See, You have all your stuff. That's good right? Everyone's going to love you as well, even if it takes a while. You belong here with me, dear. Stop trying to leave you know you can't."

As you sat back and tried to calm your jackhammering heart pace, the sound of gravel instead of pavement sounded outside. You turned your head to finally give a look from the window but you only saw trees, dirt, and house-sized piles of trash that started thinning out. Back behind it was worse, but as you went further more gravel and less trash came up. Even trying to figure out where you were and what why the area was do different made you want to cry.

"It's confusing," you stated without much thought, receiving a chuckle in return. It wasn't from Chrollo, but the blonde man from before who sat up front.

"What is?"

You went silent and didn't want to say anything, but shortly the silence felt even worse.

"Everything."

Chrollo didn't say anything and looked forward still. Eventually he said something to Machi and Phinks you didn't really catch.

The van rolled slower into a more rough feeling ground and everyone got silent. Chrollo seemed to feel the unease and explained, "No more road. We're still going home don't worry. It's just...a bit far for better hiding."

He reached an arm over and moved you to sit up close to him. He held your shoulder a little awkwardly as he kept a sharp eye to the front of the car.

He didn't realize you were reacting to his action until you tried to wiggle out from under him. He looked down and moved to wrap his arms around your waist instead. You know he's looked at you before, that's near all he's been doing on the drive, but when you looked back as deep as him this time something shot a shiver down your spine.

Without much thought you growled out, "You're fucking crazy. Let me go and take me back home right now!"

"Watch it!" Phinks said. He looked back but Chrollo just gave him a head nod to let him handle it. Chrollo looked back down at you and your furrowed look.

"Would you like for me to talk to you? Do you think it would calm you down a bit?" He asked. You looked confused at his gentle tone, but ultimately decided to ignore him. If yelling wouldn't work something had to.

He didn't care for your lack of response and began to speak again anyway, "You've been releasing for a few years now, huh. It wasn't your first piece that I found at first, but honestly it is one of my favorites. You were even pretty good from the beginning,"

Before he could continue or you could say anything back the car stopped and Machi and Phinks jumped out. Once again, events gave you whiplash as before you could say a word two people stepped near the car and opened the doors, carrying your things in as Chrollo steadily scooted you to the side door.

"If you're scared easily don't look at anyone. It's late and they might be a big groggy-" he leaned his head out the door to address someone, "-I'm bringing her in. Thank you for the late help, but don't bother either of us directly for the night we need some adjusting."

You kicked your legs aimlessly as he held you securely and tried to walk out. You flipped and wiggled but the night drew your energy away and the infuriated confusion wore out just slightly because of it.

"Stop. I'm serious." Chrollo tried to command but it came out less like something that needed to happen and more like something that already happened.

"I'm not putting you to sleep again it'll just cause more trouble. Let's walk in, alright?"

You stopped fighting a bit but didn't stand on your own. As you leaned on him some wonder kicked in. Walk in? Where were you? What would the place ypu were taken look like? There were more people around but you listened in just not paying mind to them. You looked up and infront of you was a building that looked both abandoned and alive. It felt warm and something smelled good when you walked through the door, not even registering you and Chrollo had moved.

There was a large cross on the roof outside, but one of the sides were broke short and some laundry hung against it. There was a stained glass window somewhere above. A half of it looked old yet stable and the other was newer, fixed. There were boards filling holes, while they were clearly self fixed they weren't trashy. It was like somewhere that had been left for long enough but came together again, differently. It was a reconstruction from the dust of abandonment.

"I know you probably want to look around, but let's go to the room. We need to sleep." Chrollo lead you through the building.

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When the door opened you didn't move. You walked on your own through the house but still didn't go anywhere Chrollo didn't lead you, but now it seemed you were back to refusing movement. He looked in and then looked at you.

"Go. It's fine."

"No."

He sighed, about to pick you up but that was enough to scare you in anyway. Forget going to the secondary location, you were practically owning it. How stupid were you to just let this happen now, 'go back to the fighting! Just stop listening and doing what these idiots want! '

As he leaned against the door with eyes illuminated by candle lamp light you stilled in the center of the room. You tried to find anything that would get you out of the situation, but more innocent things caught your all to intrigued attention. The main window, another stained glass, took up nearly all of a wall and thick black curtains were installed in front of it. Both an unusual and completely fitting aspect of the room decoration. Then there was the dark oak bookshelf and the stacks of books beside it, multiple copies anywhere from centuries old to the most recent releases of literature.

You felt Chrollo's gaze and attempted to ignore him. Looking at your captor would be... interesting. You didn't know if you'd get sick or if it would be better than trying to go off of small looks from before to make a face in your head.

"I hate it here," you said quietly. He hummed in response.

"You don't look like you do. You just hate the situation, but situations pass sooner than you think."

You sneered out a laugh, turning and watching the bandage on his head get pulled off.

"You sound like a preacher for misery."

"You sound like someone who believes misery lasts forever."

"You kidnapped me, dipshit!"

"Not the point,"

"Then what was it? You just tried to convince me I liked this run-down church because a few things look neat! I just got dragged from my own home!"

He looked like he was about to laugh but never did. When Chrollo moved, his hands clasped around yours. Now being in front of you he looked so warm, but that warmness looked like it was new to him, like it wasn't his usual. He kissed your hands and his body almost seemed to sway in a melody of peace. It was a peace he didn't deserve.

Even when you tried to move away he didn't stop, but he did move closer. You continued to look around the room and tried to ignore him completely, guessing he'd take a while enjoying himself, but before much time passed at all he was letting go. Chrollo paced over to the bed and sat on the side, he patted the overthrow blanket, a black fluffy square, and smiled like he expected you'd actually come. You stayed in the middle of the room.

He kept the gaze of a lover and the aura of a cold beast. The confliction in mood put a pit in your stomach.

"Here. Lets sit, y/n,"

When you gave him a half hearted look of hesitance the smile grew...warmer? He looked at you for a moment again before turning to the bedside table and lighting the few candles with a lighter.

"I'm trying to be nice. This is obviously new for me too-"

"Yeah I'm sure it is new to kidnap someone. It's not a normal everyday thing, buddy."

"Stop."

Chrollo huffed out a breath as he took off his coat. He threw it near the rack haphazardly. The words he was supposed to say to you as you sat with him on the bed jumbled together with the smells from downstairs he was supposed to be bringing up already and the annoyance in the back of his throat. He moved his hands as he talked, leaning elbows on knees and pressing his feet harder to the floor.

"Can you please sit down. You can throw all the fits you want tomorrow because that's what I was planning. There's food downstairs and we'll get that after, just come sit. Right now."

His voice never wavered but the thinking between words and the emotion behind them did. Something in the back of your heart frowned. Was he angry? Hurt? Did he not even care? Was this expected? What did he want? It almost felt bad to continue standing there. The room was so nice and now that you think about yourself again you were tired and the way he offered things made you almost let your gard down. Dinner...bed...tomorrow... explanations, talking. All seemed so generous.

You sat closer than intended and fell into the dip he created. Chrollo's aura felt like it was still, unchanging, calm. But at the same time you felt all the annoyance and anticipation, the running and longing, the intrigue and observational focus. It was like it was all going so fast that it felt like it was still. What an odd encompassing love to be in.

You expected him to grab your hands or hold you again but he didn't notice he wanted to, instead shooting right into his speech,

"I have a few things of yours...well...even before this night I mean. [Insert name of painting, artwork, or book] didn't belong at the museum. Displays are for when something already feels over and done, I took it because it's still alive, of course. It's not like someone can't buy the copy versions to look at."

You wondered why he was only talking about this and not..why you were there. Clearly his mind was on your art and not your situation, but he didn't seem like the type to go for every small detail, for every preemptive, yet he was.

"You're a genius. It's so beautiful. Your work is one of the only things I wouldn't want to lose. Surprising for someone with all these things, but I'm serious that it would all leave me before the [painting, book, sculpture,] or...you. I wouldn't lose you either."

"Ok, ok. So you're just some crazy fan? What-"

Chrollo snapped his hand against your mouth instantly. He shook his head.

"What a rude statement. You're a little less observational than expected. Anyway, that's only my favorite. I have many others as well, in multiple copies, some the original. Of course you were next. I went my entire life thinking I would have to meet you like a fan. I hated it. That's not anywhere close to how I want to be percieved, so when I saw you walk into the cafe-"

"I've met you?"

"Yes."

Chrollo smiled at your interruption. It wasn't accusing or disgusted but a bit wondrous, interested, prompting. He finally reached over to your hands once again. He grabbed your wrists and moved them around his own figure like a hug. You didn't pull away but you didn't complete the hug with your will, arms loosely locked and head purposefully holding away from bis chest even if it hurt your neck.

He looked as new to this action in general as you did at the fact it was him you were hugging, but nonetheless when his arms moved around you as well you both softened a bit.

"I have more to say, but I'm sure a smart girl like you could fill in many gaps until later. Stay here, I have something to bring up for us."

He got off the bed and the atmosphere shifted to an unknown anticipation. He was about to leave, but he would be back. You could flee, but...It would only cause more problems. You weren't hurt.. and he was bringing you something! He was sweet but he wouldn't let you go easily. The people brought everything you owned here. You were staying here whether you would have to be caught multiple time or just this once.

Chrollo looked down at you with a threatening trust. You seemed to ask him what you were supposed to do with the situation at hand, and he seemed to answer back with a silent simple request. Just sit there for now. If you left- well- there was no sane point in leaving right now and if you stayed he would come up with a gift. He mentioned food earlier.

He moved to the door with a final few points, "You can look around if you'd like, and that bed is yours too so don't act like a stranger. Comfortability is key in making a home."

Since your sense of danger had just vanished from all the lack of feat you let your head hit the pillows and hand hold onto the blanket to keep you grounded.

He was right in being back before you knew it because soon enough a knock sounded and the door opened with Chrollo and more people.

A tall woman with blonde hair joined Chrollo, as well as a young child with black hair and a death stare, and Phinks.

They were holding wine glasses and a bottle, dinner plates, silver wear, and some of your sleepy herbal tea from your house.

"Tonight would be a good night to introduce you to some romance according to the boss, so I hope you like this. I'm not very good at cooking but I'm better than these nimrods." The woman said in a light tone. She smelled like candle wax and dark cherries when she got closer, holding your arms in a friendly manner to get you up.

"Shut. Not true." The kid said. When you looked at him again he seemed to be a bit older than just a child so you must've made an odd face. He looked at you directly and rolled his eyes.

He was definitely not a kid. That was definitely a grown person.

"She's alright." He said. You couldn't tell if that was in a positive or negative light.

Phinks joked back, "Fei, stop being grumpy. If you're rude Chrollo will stick you on watchout for the next mission again."

They set everything down. Chrollo gave some gratitude but waved them out.

"Thanks for the food," you barely got out before the woman could leave. She sent you back a smile and a wave of her fingers.

Phinks walked out the door with a few last statements, "We'll get to talk to ya tomorrow I think, so be prepared for that. These guys can be real intimidating. But anyway enjoy the night. Boss has been real excited for this-"

Chrollo shut the door slowly to cloud Phinks out. The food was set on different shelves and places around the room, and a foldable circle table with it all. Chrollo's hand moved to your jaw and his cheek found comfort against your own as he kissed your temple. He whispered, "I know you're exhausted, but have this first dinner with me? And then we'll go to bed."

You nodded. It didn't feel wrong, in fact it felt right, but there was still a dying pushback.

"Ok. Can I get some of my things?" You asked. Chrollo brightened, walking to the door and calling down, "I need the first bag. I think it's the one with the little bow"

He grinned coming back and setting up the table. His form moved fatigued and he leaned against the mahogany after finishing putting everything in place.

"If you're too tired we should just go to bed," he offered, but you shook your head.

"No. She was very nice in cooking us dinner. Just eat."

The promise of tomorrow felt so good. You would get to know things, and tonight was so weird. You felt like switches for senses were going on and off at random. Danger, care, tiredness, fear. Only a few seemed to function in the moment.

You needed food. You needed sleep. You needed another little touch from Chrollo.

You both sat down, unmoving otherwise. His little head nod at the food almost lead you to eating it but you reconsidered suddenly.

The room felt warm from all the candle heat around and your seat's stable legs made you uneasy. It wasn't wobbly enough, the lack of movement making you tap your foot.

"It's not poisoned. You should eat something before sleeping."

Even though you wanted to stand and lash out as a final try, you started to eat anyway. It wasn't the time. No matter how much bursts sense would kick back in it wasn't time to leave or fight. The breaded chicken and buttered crab washed away your unease quickly. The sound of wine pouring into a glass made you look up. Chrollo focussed his eyes closely at what he looked at, switching from the glass to you as he handed you a nice portion.

"You like the sweeter stuff don't you?" he said. It was less off-putting than it should be. A little moon charm decorated the glass tail and you instantly looked over to his. It had a sun.

You both clinked and he pulled away with a content mood dancing through the room. Your feelings were indescribable compared to his but he seemed to know how to treat them anyway.

"A thank you for your compliance. You won't try to run away tomorrow will you?"

That was what snapped your brain back slightly. You answered honestly, "No promises. You're a piece of shit." It wasn't hostile. He didn't even care this time. He knew it was honest, but only in delusions and not reality.

His face reflected a playfulness at your statement.

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That night when you stepped out from the bathroom in more comfortable clothes all the light was gone and you crushed your better judgement when you walked to the bed. He was on a side, eyes straying from the ceiling towards you at arrival. The bottom blanket was a lilac silk, the top simply smooth fabric with a black base and pattern of leaves and vines.

You didn't expect him to, but Chrollo moved closer and pulled you away from the edge of the bed. He wrapped himself around you, both of you unnaturally still. When he let out an exhale over your shoulder you let your muscles drop. You could sleep finally; The food warmed your belly, the tea helping your eyes, and the lack of words or motive making you less alert.

You thought you'd be thinking about going back right now since it felt like the only time you would be able to fully comprehend everything. Instead you didn't try to make anything make sense, falling off that clif of consciousness.

I've been working on this forever. I really love it! I'm definitely making a part two I have to! Please give me feedback I thrive off it :)

Anyway enjoy please yayyyy

I was clearly conflicted in making this fluffy yet also having reader reasonably react to the kidnapping so throughout the entire thing I just kept thinking about that funny tiktok where the person asks how long you think it'd take you to get Stockholm Syndrome. Personally? If it's Chrollo, 1 day at best, maybe 3.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #anime #chrollo x reader #chrollo oneshot #chrollo fic #yandere #yandere chrollo #hxh fic #chrollo #chrollo x y/n

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sushishorts · 3 years

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magic hour highlights!!!

i am gonna try to put the highlights under the cut; i survived the live with the kind people who were translating as they go

anyway, all of these are non-verbatim. onwards!

first segment is basically an interview by the mc; normal questions that we've heard before really

second segment is question from the fans!

key questions were what if kurosawa was the one with magic? and machi answered that kurosawa might use his power to solve adachi's problems HAHA

another one was after five years, if they had the opportunity to work together again, what would they want to work on?

sonnu was like "ACTION! WHERE MACHI IS THE BOSS! AND THEN HE SHOOTS ME THEN I DIE" (me: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)

third segment is called photo stories, where they share the backstory of the various behind the scene photos posted in the official account

one is this — basically they were waiting in between shots and machi doesnt even know that their picture was being taken?

another is the delulu date one with the champagne, posted here

ANOTHER is this

and sonnu mentions that the cherimaho pose is from one of the staff from the costume department (or sth, i don't remember the specifics); he and machi did a quick demo. it was adorable.

they also discussed this

where they mentioned that as much as they were relieved to be able to shoot properly during the pandemic, there was an overall sense of sadness that the production was over from both the cast and staff :'(

also MC asked what's their fave flowers: machi likes narcissus bc it grows in gunma apparently, and sonnu likes tulips bc he's from class tulip in kindergarten. aka that pinned tweet of his in twitter pfft

ANYWAY

fourth segment is MAGIC MOMENT RANKING, where sonnu and machi rank their top 3 fave cherimaho moments

sonnu 3rd: the kurosawa poetry scene

when asked what part he liked, sonnu just said that he likes the entirety of it HAHA. he was also excited to see it air, which made machi feel pressured to do his best for it HAHA

sonnu also said that he memorized the lines of the poem pfft

machi 3rd: when adachi stayed over

when the scene was airing, sonnu was laughing hard in the bg when kurosawa licked his chopsticks (apparently he never knew that machi did that when they were shooting so he only knew when it aired) tmachi also mentioned the gap between adachi at kurosawa's house and adachi at work, and machi was excited bc sonnu's expressions looked so cute

sonnu 2nd: rooftop kiss

they mentioned again the bottle thing that took 20 takes HAHA sonnu mentioned being surprised that the end of ep 3 aka this scene didn't have BGM; machi mentioned that during the scene, sonnu wasn't even looking at machi at all; sonnu said that he was looking at a building behind machi bc he was embarrassed

machi 2nd: confession scenes

yes, scenes: both kurosawa's and adachi's; he really liked that line adachi said about having the magic to touch kurosawa's heart

sonnu 1st: scarf scene

sonnu mentions that this is basically the scene where adachi's heart opens, and it's the beginning of it all, so that's why it's his fave

machi 1st: adachi mannerisms compilation aka

mc: what's your favorite scene of all machi: yes

sonnu demonstrates the face slap live after having a lil sip of water. which is cute as HECK

NEXT SEGMENT IS CAN YOU READ MY MIND portion, aka they try to guess what the other prefers more; this has a prize at the end and loser gets a punishment game

i can't remember all questions (i'm sure it's around in twitter) but:

COFFEE vs TEA - sonnu & machi prefers tea YAKINIKU vs SHABU-SHABU - both prefer yakiniku NIGHT vs DAY - if i'm not mistaken, sonnu likes night and machi likes day? OUTDOOR vs INDOOR - sonnu likes outdoor, machi likes indoor COOKING vs EATING - they both like eating, as far as i remember?; sonnu answered cooking for machi and machi was like "that's such a kurosawa thing" MONOCHROME vs COLORFUL - they're both wrong; they answered colorful but both prefer monochromatic SUMMER vs WINTER - they both like winter, but sonnu answered summer for machi bc of how sports-inclined machi is MOUNTAIN vs BEACH - they both like the mountains CAT vs DOG - they're both cat people! ONIGIRI vs RAMEN - they both like ramen! they also like tonkotsu ramen

ok forgive me i forgot the rest

anyway MACHI WON and he got blue muay thai shorts; sonnu's punishment is pressing on those electric shock gag pens. there's videos of this on twitter (I KNOW IT'S NOT ALLOWED) but the funniest part is how he managed to actually. convince machi to do it too even tho he won. SONNU GREMLIN

last segment is — SURPRISE HAPPY BIRTHDAY SONNU GREETING

they had machi give sonnu the bouquet; sonnu is surprised bc he mentioned it wasnt in the script and he was nervous for a bit haha! while MC is translating his thanks, off-mic he leans over to machi and asks if he knew, machi just nods and smiles

ANYWAY that's pretty much it?? they mentioned their upcoming shows, said that they'll see us again on the bluray event, and thanked everyone for attending, yadda

nope, no season 2 news so far. i know, i know. also i couldnt resist squeezing event pics here and there i am so sorry

ANWYAY god this is long. excuse the typos i am sleepy as hell. CANT WAIT FOR THE BLURAY EVENT!

bye

#cherry magic #magic hour eiji keita #akaso eiji #machida keita #sushi talks #sushi stop talking about cherimaho challenge #sushi shut the fuck up challenge

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mynameseri · 3 years

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Kitchen Nightmares AU

A/n: This is an ongoing collab between @saintchrollo and me in which the Phantom Troupe are on an episode of Kitchen Nightmares. Chrollo is Gordon Ramsay. Reader (gender neutral) is a chef. Phinks is a waiter. Machi is the assistant manager. The rest of the character’s roles will be revealed as we make more scenarios.

We’re just testing the waters with this to get a feel for the audience. If you like this & want to see more of it please let us know. If there is demand for it, we will fill it! 🖤

As you prepared the entrée for Chef Chrollo, you glanced out at the deserted dining room. Chrollo was the only “customer” out there, not that you could even call him one. As if you weren’t embarrassed enough already by the way things were unfolding, it was only going to get worse.

Phinks stumbled out of the kitchen with a couple warm croissants that were lazily tossed on a plate in one hand and a mug of lukewarm coffee in the other.

“Here ya go Chef!” He practically shouted, clumsily placing the croissants and coffee on Chrollo’s table. Chrollo cocked an eyebrow in amusement at the mannerisms of the waiter and picked up a croissant, inspecting it closely. With its dense quality and burned bottom, it looked closer to a 5 year old Mother's Day attempt than something to be paid for and enjoyed by a customer.

“And the croissants, they’re homemade, right?” Chrollo asked, masking his hesitation with a questionable smirk. It didn’t take a genius to recognize these croissants were created from canned dough from the grocery store; it also didn’t take a genius to see that Chrollo was beyond aware of this fact.

“The kwasonts? Uh, we make 'em in house.” Phinks stuttered, looking back at you with wide eyes. It was true, they were technically baked in the oven, but they were not an authentic recipe by any means. Your cheeks burned as you quickly adjusted your gaze back down at the meal you were preparing.

“Come again?” Chrollo’s voice was now louder, raising an incredulous eyebrow. It was nearly impossible to hold back your laugh as you eavesdropped on this disaster of an interaction.

“We make the kwasonts in house. Like in the kitchen.” Phinks shrugged nonchalantly, unsure of what Chrollo’s issue was with his beloved kwasonts.

“I’d hope you’re making them in the kitchen and not outback on the concrete but the what? What are you serving me?” Amused with Phinks’ pronunciation, Chrollo continued to drag out the moment, knowing it would make excellent entertainment on television.

“I told you, the kwasonts.” The irritation radiating from Phinks was now apparent as he had no desire to keep answering the same question over and over. “Was there anything else I could get for you or are you okay for now?” His tone was insincere as he didn’t really care whether or not Chrollo needed anything else. Before Chrollo could even answer his question, Phinks was already strolling back to the kitchen, ready for a smoke break.

“Yeah … ‘okay’… for now I guess.” Chrollo mumbled to himself before looking off into the distance. He was starting to get an idea of the nightmare that was Bungee Gum and he hadn’t even seen the worst of it yet.

Back in the kitchen, you looked up from where you were garnishing the main course. The micro greens were ugly and outdated, making the dish look as if it was straight out of the early 2000′s. You glanced over at Machi, who quickly returned your gaze. Like you, amusement crinkled in her eyes.

#eri.writes #hxh #hunter x hunter #chrollo lucilfer #phinks magcub #machi hxh #phantom troupe #kitchen nightmares AU

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askaceattorney · 3 years

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Dear dawsongfg,

Mod Edgeworth: Also, the updated animation, the return of Ema Skye, the return of using forensics as part of the investigation, Trucy’s introduction, Klavier’s introduction, Apollo’s introduction, the best tutorial in all of Ace Attorney, having each case connected more than the other previous games, the introduction to the Dark Age of the Law, placing Phoenix in a situation that tests his morality, might I say more? Honestly, the hate for the game Apollo Justice was overblown. The only things I didn’t like about it was the MASON system, the intro to the Jury System and how boring the trial for Turnabout Corner was. Beyond that, I absolutely loved it and, if not for Miles Edgeworth Investigations 2, this would be my top favorite with Spirit of Justice.

For the first DGS, I’ve only played through the first three chapters. And this man...

I... I think I’m in love.

Co-Mod: I’m just going by what the wiki says, so he’s Mr. Furst as far as I’m concerned. That won’t be official on this blog for a little longer, of course, so enjoy “Adam Ladyfirst” while it lasts.

To put it simply, I’m absolutely loving the Chronicles games so far (not that I wasn’t expecting to)! Even knowing how the first game’s plot goes, it’s been pretty nice to see some of the details I was unable to enjoy when I was just watching the fan localization, and the writing -- both the part I’m familiar with and the new stuff -- keeps making me laugh. Needless to say, I’m eagerly awaiting some good moments in the second game as well.

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Dear anonymous,

Mod Justice:

Machi, learn to English better before I run out of patience. I'm already low on it enough as it is.

(With all this bullshittery with that “Dawsong” guy, along with other “Anonymous” individuals that may or may not be him, it’s as if people don’t recognize that I’m GODDAMN HUMAN here. Inconsiderate jerks...)

Co-Mod: *pats Mod Justice on the back*

We appreciate all you do here.

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Dear dawsongfg,

Mod Edgeworth: I LOVE coffee. I like it strong and bitter with a bit of cream and sugar.

Co-Mod: Same here, although I prefer to use creamer, my favorite flavors being French Vanilla, Hazelnut, and Pumpkin Spice. I’m a creamer connoisseur, I suppose you could say.

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Dear Anonymous,

Co-Mod: That’s, erm...definitely a creative idea, but if the robots we’ve seen in the Ace Attorney universe are really the cream of the crop...

...Yeah, I can’t see it happening.

I kind of like the idea of characters writing the plot for future games, though. If anyone can come up with challenges for the protagonists, it’d be them.

Mod Justice:

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Alright, Reddit user “u/JC-DisregardMe,” since you were the dips*** that came up with that ASININE “Theory,” you need to pick your poison. Do I send the Oldbag or Filch to your house?

(GODDAMMIT, MATPAT!!!! Thanks to your STUPID “Link is Dead” video, I’m seeing similarities between your video and THIS sad excuse for a “theory.”)

(As if MangaKamen never said he was DONE with MatPat in the first place... UGH!!!!)

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Dear Anonymous,

Co-Mod: I’ve only seen parts of it, but I’d love to take in the whole musical someday. Many of the songs in it were written by Matthew Taranto, a favorite webcomic artist and composer of mine, and his wife, Sarah, so I know it’s bound to be high-quality stuff. Even putting that aside, I appreciate the effort it must take to combine a great story with original music, as well as adding and changing some of the lines (kind of like we do here), so kudos to Diana Papparozi, Sarah Shope, and everyone else who took part in putting that together.

Dear Phoenix,

Mod Edgeworth: I’m going to give you a piece of advise in the most sincere and kindest way possible.... get help.

Dear 91teivos,

Mod Edgeworth: Okay, I only censored that one to give an example of what my censoring would look like. I don’t mind you using the derogatory word for sex. Co-Mod is the one that censors words like that. If I do, it will be left with a warning for language. I personally feel uncomfortable with censoring words without giving everyone the choice to read it or not.

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anxietyavocado · 4 years

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fruits basket characters as days of the week:

tohru - sunday afternoons, lots of sunlight, classic music playing on the radio while cleaning or meal prepping. nothing is rushed, the sunday scaries haven’t set in yet, everything seems endless and time stretches like taffy. you’ve got a to do list and you’re crossing things off at a nice pace. it’s good to feel this productive.

kyo - saturday morning. it’s still easy to wake up early because you do it all during the week anyway, and it’s nicer then because everyone else likes to enjoy their day off. headphones in, music playing, cup of coffee after a morning run kind of day, enjoying the feeling of being the only person around for miles before everyone else starts their day. it’s peaceful but not solitary.

yuki - tuesday, middle of the night. you can’t sleep anyway, so you’re in a dark room on a bed that’s covered in twisted blankets while you read whatever you wanted to finish reading this weekend, but homework got in the way. well, homework is done now, and insomnia is a thing, so you stay up way too late reading, and don’t care if it means you’re half-dead in the morning. you always are anyway, it’s fine. that’s what coffee is for.

kakeru - friday nights. riding that high of finishing a week of doing stuff for work or school or other people, you’re ready to enjoy what you want to do and you’re going to start the weekend off right. maybe it means a movie, or a night out, or watching whatever trash tv you like without worrying about homework (that’s for sundays anyway). you’re feeling full of possibility with a whole weekend ahead of you and you feel unstoppable

kimi - saturday afternoon. you’ve brunched, you’ve shopped, your saturday has been about treating yourself and now you’re getting your nails done while you sip on an iced coffee, and even though you might not have gotten anything done for school or around the house, you feel like you accomplished something today. it’s a good feeling. there’s still plenty of time left in the weekend, so why not enjoy stuff for yourself now?

nao - monday mornings. most people hate mondays, but you don’t mind them. leaving all of last week’s disasters in the past, you’re ready for a new week, even if it does sort of make your blood pressure go up thinking about just how much time there is for stuff to go wrong. besides, today’s lunch is going to be good. that’s the great thing about mondays - whatever you meal prep is fresh, or there’s sundays leftovers to look forward to.

machi - thursday evenings. thursdays, octobers, 8 pm, and waiting for something to be done in the microwave all take approximately forever, and you’re not sure how to feel about it. mostly you wish things would hurry up because you don’t like feeling stuck in this, and nothing you do seems to make time go faster. it’s quiet and you like that, but sometimes it just drags on for too long and you kind of want to scream.

haru - wednesday afternoons. it’s the downhill slide to the weekend and you can take everything easy. sure, you have to put in the work to make it there, but the end is in sight so it’s all good. wednesdays always mean peace. they aren’t good, they aren’t bad, they just are. that’s the beauty of being in the middle.

rin - fridays, early morning. everyone else is calling it a night, going home from a party or being forced out of a bar after last call, but you feel like your night is just starting. nothing good happens after 2 am, and you’re nothing good - at least as far as the adults are concerned. this is your time to come alive, when everyone else is on their way home. it’s cold and bracing, no matter what time of year, and you like the thought of blending into the quiet darkness and bleeding into the edges of the world around you. you’re everything and nothing all at once, and you feel connected to the world, not to the people. it’s nice.

#fruits basket #kyo sohma #yuki sohma #tohru honda #machi kuragi #kakeru manabe #naohito sakuragi #hatsuharu sohma #rin sohma

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write-like-you-mean-it · 4 years

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The Space Between

I awoke to the simple movement of the bed as Illumi decided to finally get up. My eyes opened to see Illumi stretching in the golden glow of the sunrise’s gleam. A smile crossed my face as I watched the muscles ripple throughout his body. Each scare that lays across his back was another story that I’d hear one day. I snuggled deeper into the covers with a wish that his heat wouldn’t have left the bed.

“Morning,” Illumi said in a husky tone that only morning can bring. He didn’t even turn around to make sure that I was awake. He knew me too well.

“Hmm?” I hummed. “How’d you know…?” I didn’t finish my statement as a yawn wracked through my body. Illumi walked over to the kitchen to start a fresh pot of coffee.

“We’ll go back to the mansion today. It’s too dangerous for you to be out and about,” he said while scooping coffee grounds into the pot. I wiped a little bit of sleep from my eyes while finishing a full stretch.

“I’ll be fine,” I said while looking down at my scarred hands. “I need to continue learning-”

“Yes you do,” responded Illumi while walking back over to the bed. “I thought I could teach you the basics and you’d be fine. Sadly, I miscalculated. You shouldn’t have been put in that situation.”

“It was my choice,” I said while finally sitting up in bed. Blankets still wrapped around my cold frame. An ache was felt deep within my stomach as images of last night held in the air. I shoved each one deep within the recesses of my mind. I can’t- no- I won’t let them drag me down into the pit once again. “I need to learn how to control the Nen that I created.”

Illumi nodded his head as the faint beep of the coffee machine buzzed. The air became rich with the brew. A deep nutmeg permeated the space. “Nen is a fickle thing.” Illumi sat on the edge of the bed while waiting for the coffee to finish. A smile crossed my face as I climbed across the bed to meet him.

“Illumi,” I mumbled while holding out a hand to touch his upper arm. He jumped at the simple touch as if it was foreign to him. I pulled my hand back while looking at the man. He didn’t seem fazed, just startled. I replaced my hand as I realized it was a reaction to touch. “I’m guessing you were touched a lot when you were younger...”

I could sense the long haired man’s refusal to answer. Instead of a response, he placed his hand on mine as a calling card. “Ill,” I mumbled while resting my chin on his broad shoulders. We paused for a moment as if to give permission for the other to speak. A silent vow that I was there for him even if he didn’t want it and vice versa. “I was thinking,” I said while interrupting the perfect silence. “I think two kids would be enough.”

“But-” protested Illumi while turning to meet my gaze.

“-Two kids that were treated fairly is as much as all yours combined. We’d have a house in an urban district with a good teacher of Nen. You only take jobs that are needed while I work at a sister company from the one where I left. I’ll need to learn Nen so that I can protect our kids.”

“Our kids?” he asked, confused. The final beep of the coffee pot rang throughout the hotel room. We both turned to look at the pot before turning our gaze to each other.

“Yes. Our kids.” I place a small kiss onto his lips. “You just have to promise me something.” Illumi responds with a harsher, more passionate version of my own kiss. I pull away only for him to wrap his thick arms around my frame and kiss me once again.

“Ill.” I mumble against his lips. He still doesn’t let up. It isn’t until I’m gasping for air that finally he lets go of my sore lips. A few pants pass between us. “Don’t die on me. I’m not going to leave my kids with a single parent. No matter what happens, you can’t die.”

“I won’t,” he says while placing a few kisses on the jawbone. “I won’t leave you alone. I told you that you’re mine and I’m going to keep that promise.” A moan escapes my lips as he finds a tender spot on my neck.

My hand travels to wrap around his neck and one hooked onto his back. My hands absentmindedly massage any scar that would appear before my fingertips. “H-how did these happen?” I ask through harsh breaths. Illumi, however, didn’t give up his pursuit. His lips had found my collarbone.

“Illumi you really should respond when I ask you questions,” I tease while feeling his hands reach to the bottom of my shirt and my hips.

“I’m busy,” he growled before forcing me to lie down onto the bed. A soft groan fell from my lips before Illumi decided it’d be better to kiss me. His tongue ran across my bottom lip as a request. In a smooth motion, Illumi removed my shirt.

My hands finally were able to entangle in his thick, long hair. This act elicited a groan from the man above me which only encouraged me to play more. I could feel Illumi harden as we kissed. Each action would barely receive a response beyond the simple small moan.

I helped to remove my bra as he removed my shorts. Illumi removed himself from my swollen lips to kiss down the rest of my body. Each kiss sent another tingly sensation that only fueled my core. Each action felt different than before when he’d touch me. Illumi wasn’t aggressive, angry, or lustful. There was some other emotion fueling this engagement. The kisses only stopped when he’d find a place particularly tender that would send shivers down my spine and force my body to mold into his.

A single finger ran down my stomach until he touched the top of my panties. I pushed my body up so that I could watch as he slowly, agonizingly slowly, pulled down my panties. The sudden coldness of the room made my legs briskly close. Illumi held them open with his hand before leaning down to kiss my hips.

A soft groan left my body before I fell back onto the soft blankets. Illumi left my hip before using his tongue anywhere but where I wanted it the most.

“Illumi,” I groan while trying to find his head so that I could help him. He caught my wrist with the hand that was free.

“You know the rules,” he muttered against my skin. “No touching. Not yet at least.” I, angrily, moved my hands back with a pout on my face. “Now that’s not what I wanted,” he grunted again against my inner thigh. His soft breath was so close I could feel the heat against my skin.

“Whose are you,” he mumbled, inching ever so closer with soft kisses.

“Yours,” I moaned softly while trying to move my hips to meet with him. My eyes closed with the hope of feeling blissfully unaware soon enough.

“Louder,” he growled.

“Yours,” I said a little louder as my hips bucked into the space between us. Illumi leaned in closer before hsi soft tongue found my clit. A moan ran through my body as I leaned in for more friction. My comment was rewarded with him finally licking a broad stripe against me.

My breath hitched as he kept going. Sucking and licking every groan and moan out of mouth. Lewd curse words fell from my lips. Soft encouragement kept him going. With each lick, I could feel the coil begging to be snapped. My voice moaned out Illumi name so many times that I was finally merging it with the curses.

As I could feel myself spilling over the edge, Illumi pulled away from me. “What the fuck?” I grunted while bucking for any attention that he would give me.

Illumi moved back to my mouth and gave me a deep, fervent kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue which only made me feel wetter. “You have a foul mouth,” Illumi grunted while finally pulling away. I was able to wrap my arms tightly behind his neck and into his hair. “You need to say who you belong to louder and then maybe I’ll give you permission to cum.”

A soft spoken plea came from my lips. Illumi removed what little clothing he had left before sliding fully inside me. Our moans mixed with each other as our lips connected for another time. “I’m yours Illumi,” I groaned as he started a slow burning pace. “I’m only yours.”

More grunts came from Illumi as his head was buried into my collarbone. He was focused on keeping a steady rhythm and a too agonizing pace.

My hands were clawing into Illumi’s shoulders as he picked up speed. Soon enough, the same feeling of falling started to build up deep within me once again. “You’re only mine,” he gunts into my ear before his pace finally falters. I could feel him getting too caught up in the moment to remember to keep the same steady pace.

A few more kisses and Illumi finally fell over the edge. He grunts into my shoulder before I follow suit. I arch my back into his chest. Illumi pushes into me a few more times before finally getting his fill. My body still had a few trembles that worked its way out. Finally, Illumi moved his head so that he could look at me once again. “I love you,” he mumbled before giving a soft kiss to my lips.

“I love you too,” I whisper before returning the favor. Illumi pulled out of me only to leave me cold. He flopped over to the side of the bed that had the most space for him. We both were left panting, sweating, and slightly sticky.

“Two kids are alright,” he said.

“Yeah,” I responded. I pulled the soft blanket back over my cold body. Illumi, a little confused because we really haven’t had much time after sex, placed an arm around me. “Coffee must be cold now.”

“Would you like me to make more?” he asked.

“No. You’re alright.” I cuddle into his chest once again. I was beginning to like being held by him. My slight touches weren’t met with the same pull back as before.

“Illumi?”

“Yes?”

“I’ll marry you. We just need a long engagement.”

I must’ve thrown him off because he didn’t respond. “Is that a yes?”

“I do want a ring and to actually be proposed to in a nice place but I would say yes.” Light twinkled behind Illumi’s eyes. A smile crossed his face before he kissed me once again. We only pulled away because a call rang from one of our phones.

I groaned while pulling away. “It could be Machi. I have to ask how she’s been.”

“It’s my phone,” said Illumi while climbing out of bed to get his phone. My eyes traveled from the top of his head all the way down to his feet. All of him was a destination that I wanted to travel. He answered the phone in the monotone tone I remembered so vividly. He didn’t give much in the way of communication. The only answers he would give were “yes” and “I see.”

The phone conversation was brief. Illumi came back to bed quickly before I started to kiss him once again. Our lips became opposite attracting magnets for each other; however, I could sense something had changed. He wasn’t kissing me with the same aggressiveness as before.

“What’s wrong?” I asked while laying a hand on his face.

“That was Chrollo. I have a new mission.”

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baronvonriktenstein · 4 years

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tagged by @partyinthemysterymachine who is wonderful thank you ;w;

Tag eight people you’d like to get to know better!

Uhhhhhhhhh @souyogurt @evan0uir @hiki-777 @tsuzukiruka @rennskye @gasexplosionatthescalpelfactory @ruvicto @lepetiterik

Hm Also anyone mutuals who read this I do want to know you more <3

Favourite colours: Greens like... Teal, Mint, Forest, idk..., Deep red colors, mhm.

Last song I listened to: I think it was “I Will Wait for You” by Connie Francis.

Favourite musicians: I’ll put bands... Broken Bells, Depeche Mode, Gorillaz, My Chemical Romance, Evanescence... probably these.

Last film I watched: I straight up don’t remember lol.

Last show I watched: Erased/Boku dake ga Inai Machi anime on Netflix

Favourite original character: I’m not sure. It seems like it’s Kolya Alekseev because he keeps coming up though. lol. Check his tag if you want. There’s a lot of rambling and dolls of him and my other OCs, and also a few drawings somewhere.

Sweet, spicy or savoury: I’m eating sweets right now! But yeahs sweet. Sometimes Savory.

Water, tea or coffee: I don’t really like any of them, but I do drink water regularly so there’s that.

Pets: My Dog Bosco who is actually my parents’ dog. He’s a black lab and I love him.

I live in a house with 3 cats that are not mine.

Lock screen, last song I listened to and last pic I saved!

Lock screen is still:

Song already mentioned.

I don’t have my laptop on me so idk... I don’t save a lot tbh

#tagged #about me #body horror #gore

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awesomenightfall · 4 years

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[’til death]

Haven’t written in 5ever and this is my first time writing Furuba ficlet! Rated PG, Ritsu/Mitsuru, Ayame/Mine, some mentioned others. Unbeta’d. 1,887 words.

With Ayame’s wedding looming, Mitsuru thinks, not for the first time, that they should definitely elope.

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The invitation to the Sohma/Kuramae wedding was so big, so bedazzled and lace filled, that it had to be hand delivered to Mitsuru’s doorstep because it was too enormous to fit into the mailbox.

It was more box shaped than a standard paper invitation, Mitsuru observed, and knowing the ostentatious nature of her boyfriend’s relative, she wouldn’t have been surprised if live doves flew into her face when she opened it.

This was even fancier, if possible, than Ayame's baby announcement from the prior year. The pink lace monstrosity had taken a lot of people by surprise, but Ritsu sobbed hysterical happy tears for “Ayame-’niisan” and knitted no less than 12 pairs of baby socks for his new little cousin.

The older Sohma relatives were apparently not as impressed with the gaudy announcement or the out-of-wedlock baby girl that Ayame had brought into the world. The whole thing had been "Terribly scandalous," Ritsu's mom told her in a stage whisper, clutching her metaphorical pearls, "a baby before marriage and with his employee, no less… his mother almost had a nervous breakdown."

Her first thought: Wow. Rich people sure do things differently.

Her second thought: Am I going to have to see The Spawn of Satan - Shigure-sensei - at this wedding?

Ritsu, the sensitive, romantic soul that he was, was already blinking back tears by the time she pulled the velvet invitation out.

“I’m so happy for Ayame-’niisan and Mine-san. They’re such a kind, wonderful couple,” Ritsu sniffled, pausing from his knitting. He was curled up on her worn brown couch underneath an old blanket, hands working diligently at the tiny mittens he was knitting for one of his relatives' upcoming babies. They were adorable, of course, with a kitten motif in soft orange. “And it will be so good to see Hatori-’niisan and Shigure-’niisan again!”

Mitsuru shivered violently at the mention of her old boss. It was a Pavlovian response at this point and no amount of therapy in the world would help her work through it. Her worst fears were confirmed: she was definitely going to have to see Shigure-sensei and she was definitely going to have to be on her best behavior in front of Ritsu’s parents and relatives.

Ritsu lifted the blanket, looking concerned. “Mitsuru-san, are you cold? You should come under here before you get sick.”

She smiled to herself as she slid next to him. In the five years they had been dating, Ritsu had come a long way in terms of shyness and self confidence. He still asked if it was okay to kiss her and he blushed from neck to navel at the thought of anything beyond an innocent smooch, but they had gotten past the “apologize hysterically for holding her hand too long” stage and that in itself was a miracle.

“You’re so cold,” Ritsu said softly, setting the knitting needles down on the coffee table in front of the couch. He tucked her into the blanket next to him and took her hands in his, rubbing them for warmth. “Maybe we should plan a trip to my mother’s hot spring resort sometime soon, they’re the best in the winter. And she would love to see you, she’s always asking for you.”

Mitsuru rested her head on his slender shoulder and took this opportunity to stealthily stare at him. He was so cute, she thought. Beautiful, even with his cropped hair and more masculine clothing. And he was so darn sweet, always worried about her, worried if she was working too hard, if she had enough to eat, if her new clients were treating her right.

She had always thought she would die alone in her house surrounded by Shigure’s unfinished manuscripts with only cats to keep her company; Mitsuru never thought she could be so happy.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, catching her gaze with his own. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Do you not want to see my family? You -- you don’t have to, I mean. I don’t want to pressure you. Are you too warm? Do you want me to--?”

She put her fingers to his lips, shushing him. “Nothing’s wrong. I was just thinking how lucky I am to have you.”

Her words had their intended effect and Ritsu nearly shot off the couch in embarrassment. “N-no no no no, Mitsuru-san! I’m the one that’s lucky to have you!” he babbled, face red. “I’m not --”

Mitsuru cut him off with a gentle kiss; the most effective way, she learned over the years, to stop his self deprecating apologies. “Ritsu,” she said with a smile. “I love you.”

Immediately his eyes glistened, even though he had heard this from her hundreds of times before. It never failed to make him emotional and it was infectious -- Mitsuru could feel her throat tighten at the look of gratitude on his face. “Thank you,” Ritsu said quietly, hugging her to him tightly. “I love you, too. And I’ll work so hard to make you happy.”

They sat in silence for a long while, enjoying the company and warmth.

“Weddings are nice, aren’t they?” Ritsu asked, somewhat hesitantly, not quite looking at her. “Being married must be wonderful.”

Mitsuru wondered if he was feeling her out on the subject. She knew he was getting some pressure from his family on proposing and while it was amusing, she didn’t want him to stress too badly. There was only so much knitting and yoga he could do to stave off a freakout. “I think so, too.”

“Y-you do?”

“Of course,” she said, snuggling closer. “To be with the person you love every day -- is there anything better?”

He let out a quiet, “Oh,” but said nothing further, only kissing the top of her head absently, looking deep in thought.

As the comfortable silence returned and she drifted off, a thought so horrifying nearly jolted her from Ritsu’s embrace:

If Ritsu and I get married, does that mean I’ll be related to Shigure-sensei?

The things people do for love, she thought with a heavy sigh, and let herself succumb to sleep.

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The Sohma clan in its entirety was overwhelming, to say the least. The grounds of the complex were decked out with an explosion of flowers, beautiful against the autumn backsplash. There were gazebos and arches and tables upon tables of food, alcohol, and desserts that spanned as far as the eye could see.

Mitsuru recognized a lot of Ritsu’s relatives -- mostly the ones that had once lived at Shigure’s house -- so she didn’t feel entirely out of place. Shigure had yet to make an appearance because of course he would be fashionably late, even to his best friend’s wedding.

“Mitsuru-san, you look beautiful,” Ritsu said at her side. “I love your dress.”

“Oh? Thank you.” She didn’t even bother to hide how pleased she was that Ritsu thought so. The black, long sleeved cocktail dress has been a safe choice and not nearly as lovely as the kimonos Ritsu once donned, so it was nice to know it made an impression. “Is your suit warm enough? It’s a bit chilly out.”

He squeezed her hand. “Oh no, I’m fine. If you get cold, I brought an extra shawl in the car.”

How was it possible, Mitsuru thought as they walked towards familiar faces, that this angel shared DNA with Shigure?

Ayame’s brother, Yuki, looked resplendent in a dark gray suit but, well, the pinched look of stress sort of ruined the ambience.

“Bets on if you think Aya-’nii is going to wear a wedding dress?” another Sohma relative, the one with black and white hair, asked.

“He would look so good in one!” a blond, perky Sohma replied. He paused from digging into a huge plate of desserts. “Do you think they’re wearing matching dresses?”

Yuki looked pained. “Please, don’t even breathe life into those words. My mother is already having an aneurysm at the whole situation.”

The redheaded one -- Kyou, Mitsuru remembered -- handed Yuki a very full glass of champagne. Yuki took it gratefully and immediately started imbibing. “Kind of serves her right, don’t you think?” Kyou asked with a snort. “She bitched and moaned about him not being married before. Well, wish granted.”

A very pregnant Tohru beamed up at Yuki. Her hand cradled her round belly, a modest gold ring twinkling on her slender finger. “I think it’s wonderful. I can’t wait to see what Ayame-san and Mine-san wear!”

“Are you okay?” Kyou asked her, a protective hand on the small of her back. “Are you tired? Do you want to go sit down?”

Yuki rolled his eyes good naturedly, turning to Mitsuru and Ritsu. At least something was distracting him from his existential dread. “He’s only gotten worse since the pregnancy. I’m surprised this idiot hasn’t implanted a GPS chip into her neck so he can keep track of everything Tohru is doing at all times. It’s borderline obsessive.”

Yuki’s girlfriend - Machi? - gave him an even look. “As if you’re one to talk. Who is the one browsing baby websites at 2am and reading all the reviews to make sure Honda-san only has the safest baby toys?”

“Thank you, Yuki!” Tohru trilled over Kyou’s protests. “You’re so kind.”

Before Yuki could retort, the lights dimmed. A literal orchestra started playing as Mine -- wearing a breathtaking lace and crystal ball gown with a hoop skirt that would put Victorian novels to shame -- slowly walked down the aisle. Mitsuru could hear Ritsu sniffling and she immediately handed him some tissues from her purse.

Before anyone could inquire where Ayame was, the music stopped. The spotlights zoomed in on one of the temporary partitions that separated the food area from the reception area.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Yuki muttered. “‘Niisan kept mentioning a ‘surprise’.”

Hatori, arguably the one sane person at this event, clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Just remember… this will be over soon and we can all go back to ignoring him.”

The partitions slowly opened to reveal Ayame -- not wearing a dress, to his credit, but a white tunic and pants outfit that looked like it belonged to an Arabian king-- in a lavish, horse drawn carriage, baby tucked in one arm, being pulled down the aisle. He waved benevolently to his subjects with his free hand and then blew a kiss to Yuki and then to his future wife.

“Please repress my memories of this night, Hatori,” Yuki said miserably. “It’s the least you can do for making me come.”

“Yuki, your mom fainted,” Hatsuharu said helpfully.

“Holy. Shit,” Kyou said.

Yuki grabbed an entire bottle of champagne from the nearby waiter. “I formally renounce the Sohma name and am now an orphan.”

Ritsu wiped at his eyes, passing a tissue to an emotional Tohru. “What a beautiful wedding. I can’t wait to see what they have planned next!”

“I hate this family,” Yuki said and honestly?

Mitsuru couldn’t blame him.

---

“Ritsu,” Mitsuru said a few hours later, once they were back in the safe haven of her house, “let’s elope.”

Ritsu dropped all of the plates he was washing with a loud crash, hands pressed to his burning cheeks. His voice went up at least three octaves. “Elope--? As in-- marriage?? Mitsuru-san???”

Elopement would be perfect, she thought happily.

The further away... the better.

#fruits basket #ritsu sohma #mitsuru #ayame sohma #mine kuramae #k writes trash #ayame is an icon

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thoughtfullyyoungduck · 4 years

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premonition; never too late preface

Summary: When Richie dies, Eddie has no idea what to do next, until he wakes up the next day, and Richie is sleeping next to him. In the strangest week of their lives, Eddie puts the missing pieces together to solve the mystery and his husband’s life.

A/N: this is a story idea based on the movie ‘premonition’, that both me and @reddie-fangirl24 are going to work on. We’ll alternate between writing chapters, and this is the preface. Let me know what you think! Also, I’m thinking about applying for a writing course in college so i would really appreciate any honest opinion about my writing!

warning: curse words

Despite Eddie’s best intentions on following the route of the car, he loses his sense of direction barely five minutes into the car ride. A blindfold is covering his eyes, making him blind and reliant on Richie, who is sitting next to him in the driver’s seat.

‘Are you excited Eds?’ Richie asks, childish glee laced through his voice. Eddie opens his mouth to answer, but right before he can, Richie makes a sudden U-turn, cursing harshly while he does.

‘Richie I swear to God. You’d better be paying attention to the road!’ He wishes he could see him, mostly because that would give him the opportunity to prod some more. He’s sure that if given the change, he’d make Richie spill the secret in 10 minutes flat.

As it stands, however, he can’t check if Richie remains focused on the road while they’re talking, so he resorts to silence. Africa by Toto is playing in the background, the same song that was their first dance as husband and husband, so he tunes in to the lyrics and lets his mind drift, the only way he can keep his energy in check.

He’s full of curiosity about where exactly they’re going, and what Richie had in store for him. Maybe they’ll be going on a day trip to the zoo, but that seems unlikely since it was already two in the afternoon, or they could be hanging out with their friends. But then why did Richie put so much energy in keeping it secret? The truth is, Eddie is clueless, and that is not something he likes.

He’s gotten better at letting things go that are beyond his control, but disruptive plans are a pet peeve he has yet to overcome, and Richie knows that, so there must be a good reason for doing it.

Richie is nervous, Eddie can tell, even if Richie tries his damn hardest to convince him otherwise. He’s been drumming his fingers against the steering wheel from the moment they left their apartment, too rapid to match the beat of the songs they’ve been listening too.

Just before he decided to remark on this before he can start questioning Richie, the car slows down, and the thumping stops. ‘Hey, Eddie Spaghetti, any guesses as to where we’re going?’

Eddie lets a disbelieving laugh escape him. ‘Obviously not, idiot. If I could see where we are, then maybe I had a chance to.’

Laughing himself, Richie turns the temperature in the car down, indicating to Eddie that he’s sweating, another clue that he’s more tense then he likes to admit.

‘You hot, babe?’ Eddie questions smugly, the edges of his lips lifted up to a smirk.

‘No’, Richie denies, ‘but you sure are, babe.’ He puts empathies on his last word mocking Eddie with his choice of words.

Eddie rolls his eyes as best he can behind his blindfold, even when he knows Richie probably won’t be able to notice it anyway.

For a moment, he nearly forgets what they’re doing. The atmosphere in the car brings forth the same emotions that summers as kids used to do. Before they had to worry about work and everything else, they could be as careless as they wanted to be.

Then the car comes to a quiet halt. Richie sighs, bracing himself for the next part, as he is both equally exhilarated, as he is anxious. Impatient as ever, Eddie eagerly asks; ‘Can I take off my blindfold now?’

Exhaling a chuckle, Richie shakes his head, before realizing that Eddie can’t see him. ‘In a minute’, he responds, taking the keys out of the ignition.

‘Remember our wedding day, when we returned at night to an apartment and the fucking annoying couple down the hall wouldn’t stop screaming?’

Of course Eddie remembers that, he remembers everything from that day in great detail. The way Richie positively beamed when Eddie came into the room, his arm linked with Bev’s, the hilarious speeches the losers made when proposing a toast, and the promise they made at night, when everyone was dead asleep.

The vow Richie and Eddie made, the one Richie is referencing, was a guarantee that they would move out and find their own place, away from others where they would be with each other and no one could interrupt.

They deserved that much after the lives they had, and especially after Eddie was nearly killed by IT, leaving him in the hospital for almost a year. That had been six years ago, but they still coward at any sight of a shadow, or a sound coming from a dimly lit place.

But that vow had been over a year and a half, and they had yet to find any house that was affordable and close to Eddie’s job, or the other losers. Eddie’s confused as to why Richie would bring it up now.

‘Sure, I remember that Rich, why?’ Eddie inquired, unsure where this was all heading.

‘Good, just making sure.’ Richie’s lips were chapped as they brushed up against Eddie’s, their lips meeting in a slow, loving kiss. Because Eddie hadn’t seen it coming and was taken by surprise, the kiss is a bit sloppy, but the fact that it’s Richie that’s kissing him, made up more than enough for that fact.

When Richie pulled back, his hand brushes over Eddie’s eyebrow, a soothing gesture he had picked up on at the hospital, since every other part of Eddie’s body was off-limits due to injuries. A dopy smiles rests on Eddie’s face when Richie eventually leans away, and he catches the sound of him opening up his car door.

‘Hold on one second, Eds.’

Then, the door on Eddie’s side unlocks as well, the cool air breeze from the open door making him shiver slightly.

‘Okay, I’m going to take your blindfold off now, okay?’

Eagerness spreads through Eddie’s entire body. He nods enthusiastically, he’d be embarrassed, if it wasn’t for the man-child that he called his husband.

When the one blockage slips away, another replaces it straight after, Richie’s one hand big enough to cover both of Eddie’s orbs. He groans. ‘Oh, you asshole, I fucking knew that that was what you were going to do.’

‘Yeah, well deal with it Eddie my love.’ Richie teases lovingly.

Richie supports Eddie out of the car, the grip on his forearm tight. With a slam, the car door shuts behind them, and they are left on the street.

Together, they shuffle over a sidewalk, and that is the only thing Eddie can make out, still in the dark. A kiss is pressed to the side of his head, and then Richie leans down, Eddie small and short frame nothing compared to his, so he can whisper; ‘Open up, Eds.’

His hands fall away, and it takes a hot minute for Eddie to adjust back to the light, after being without it for so long. After his eyes have adapted, he focusses on what’s in front of him, his eyes widening in uncertainty.

Before him is a house, by the looks off it made completely out of wood frame, plywood and sheetrock. There’s an enormous front yard, about 50 square feet, with a walkway from the street up till the front door, full of gravel.

There was a parking spot, marked by the absence of grass, in front of a large window that constricted the view inside the house by white curtains. Eddie blinked, then shakes his head as if to get him out of a daze before turning and gazing towards Richie.

‘A house? Is that why I spend thirty minutes in a car? To see a fucking house?’

Richie paled a little, clearing his throat before covering it up with a smile. Eddie felt guilty nauseatingly fast. ‘You should check it out first, Eds.’

‘What for, Richie? Getting arrested for trespassing is the last thing I want to do right now.’

With a chuckle, Richie guides the two of them towards the front door, his hands still holding on to Eddie’s upper-arms, steering him gently but firm. ‘We’re not going to get arrested, Eds Spagheds, trust me. Where’s your sense of adventure? Maybe I want us to get caught, huh?’

Richie playfully nibbles at the top of Eddie’s neck, right below his chin, laughing when Eddie pushes him away with one of his own. ‘If we get arrested numbnuds, I’m leaving you behind and I am not posting bail!’

The walk up to the front door, Richie letting go as he searches for the keys in his pocket. The door is painted in a camel color, with a mailbox opening near the bottom. Fumbling his way in front of Eddie, Richie opens the door with a tada-motions, gesturing Eddie inside widely, thrilled that he gets to show him the place.

Eddie enters hesitantly, glancing left and right, then stepping inside and doing the same thing. When you step through the door, you find yourself in the hallway, leading up the stairs to the end of it.

Turning left, Eddie sees what he believes is the dining room, and on his right is the living room, a large tv hung smack dab in the middle of it. There are no doors connecting them, just open spaces, but Eddie likes that a lot. It gives the illusion of freedom, and when discussing moving plans with Richie, he had always insisted it should be an open concept.

He peers at Richie, silently asking which direction they’ll go to next, but he patiently waits for Eddie to decide, his hands shoved in his pockets as he silently watches him.

Eddie sets off to the right, gaping out the beauty and serenity that the room displays. There’s a large sand-colored three-piece sofa in the corner, with pillows a baby pink littered across it. Besides the tv, there’s also a bookcase, a mirror hanging on the wall opposite of the couch, a closet, a wooden coffee table, and several green plants. The walls have a peach color to them.

Straight ahead was the kitchen, fully equipped with the newest equipment for cooking. Excluding the basic necessities, there is also a coffee machine, a food processor and an immersion blender. Though it’s a very modern cooking area, it’s build-out of wood. Eddie lets his fingertips slide over the top, focusing on the feel of the rubles under his touch.

Then they saunter over to the main hall again, arriving in another room which held a piano, a desk, and another tv, the walls tinted a dusky pink.

Next is the dining room, a large wooden table at its center, alongside six chairs, neatly places under neat it. There are two large windows, covering the entirety of the walls, leading up to the grass part of their front lawn.

A bathroom is located under the stairs, complete with a toilet, mirror, and sink.

The back garden is even bigger than the front, and if Eddie were to guess, he estimates the total ground at about 71 inches. A little pond covered under a large tree oozes tranquility, an image of an harmonious Sunday afternoon filled with reading and enjoying each other’s company flashes through Eddie’s thoughts, the imagine warming his insides.

Next, they ascend up the stairs, walking up to an even larger floor than the ground one. There are two more bathrooms, one next to one of the bedrooms, and one that’s found at the utter end of the hallway.

In the bathrooms a bath and a shower can be found, along with a toilet, sink and several cabinets, tiles coating the walls with a homely feel. There is a work office, with a desk, computer and placements for Eddie’s files so he can work organized and at peace.

Lastly, there are three bedrooms, with respectively lilac, peach and aqua-colored walls that Richie insisted they visited last. It becomes clear why when they enter the aqua colored bedroom.

The peach bedroom is unquestionably the main bedroom, as it is the largest, and has the biggest bed. It’s adjacent to the street, but the walls are thick enough that any sound from the outside gets muffled.

The Lilac and aqua rooms share a wall, both of them positioned near the backyard.

Eddie’s eyes are drawn to letter placed upon the bed in the Aqua room from the second he walks in, so he makes a beeline for it.

He hears Richie chuckle, but he pays it no mind as he rips the envelop open to reveal what’s inside. In the letter, with scribbled handwriting that can only come from Richie, a message is written. Want to make this the baby’s room? It reads, Eddie dropping the paper in shock, turning to asks Richie what the hell is going on.

‘What do you mean, Rich? Why the hell are we here?’

With a beam, Richie turns around in a circle, gesturing towards the whole house. ‘This is our house now, Eds. I followed everything you said, and added a few things of my own. I really hope you like it. I was basing it off of what your mother liked, you know since I knew her so well.’

Eddie looks at Richie like he grew two heads, his brow furrowed while his body stands rigid. ‘What the fuck are you talking about?’

For a whole year, they rejected every house that was on the market, touring more open houses that Richie toured cities, for none on them even remotely resembled what it was they were after, and now the perfect house suddenly fell in their lap?

The quest was partially daring since they both agreed that refraining from having children while still at the apartment was a must. Both of them longed for kids more than anything, but they scorned having to raise them in a place that didn’t belong to them.

‘Oh, yeah,’ Richie says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully, ‘maybe I should have told you that this was haystack’s wedding gift.’

‘Wait, what the fuck, how?’ Eddie questions, the pitch of his voice going slightly higher.

‘Well I told Benverly about our search for a house and Ben offered to help. So we’ve been secretly working on this whenever you’re off to work or out with Bev.’

‘Oh Rich’, Eddie smiled, his heart growing twice as big as before. Every time he thinks he can’t love the man anymore then he already does, he organizes something like this.

‘And if you don’t like something we can change it. But we agreed on two kids, so two children bedroom, and look’, Richie exclaimed as he trudged to the window, pointing outside to the garden.

‘I was thinking we could place a swing set there, and maybe even a pool.’ He faltered when Eddie kept listening instead of speaking up, keen on knowing what Eddie thought.

Eddie, who was staring with a lovestruck gaze on his face, rushed forward to sloth his lips against Richie’s, kissing him passionately in a way to hopefully convey what words didn’t. Thank you, I love you, I love this.

‘Rich, Thank you. I-, this is amazing, you’re amazing.��

Richie melted to a pool at Eddie’s praise, swooned by the love that surrounded him.

‘And yes, of course, I would love to have a baby with you.’

He could not wait to start their new lives, in their own home.

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrack #movie au #premonition #reddie fluff #richie tozier imagine #eddie kaspbrak imagine #My writing #it chapter two imagine #adult losers #adult reddie #mentions of Bev en Ben #preface #no character deaths yet

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floraltohru · 4 years

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Posted my first Fruits Basket fic two months ago today and since then I have uploaded 40,000 words to AO3. That said, I was going through my fics today and fully forgot I wrote some of them, so I figured it was time for another roundup.

Links to all my work so far under the cut! 💕

a scattered assemblage

This is my tumblr prompt drabble collection. Various characters and ships.

enumeration

Rated G. Kyo/Tohru.

Art galleries. Wrist touches. A list of things.

“I didn’t know you liked art, Kyo,” Tohru says, studying the pamphlet in front of her. She runs a hand over the glossy paper, traces the elegant font announcing a new exhibit at a nearby university’s gallery.

“I don’t really care one way or the other,” he says, fighting a blush. “But I don’t want you going by yourself and zoning out or something.”

Caffeine and Copperplate

Rated T. Yuki/Kakeru, background Kyo/Tohru. Coffeeshop AU.

There's an old adage about crying over spilled coffee.

Fundamentals

Rated G. Yuki/Tohru/Kyo.

As Yuki, Tohru, and Kyo build their lives together as adults, they fill a few gaps in their education.

Hallowed Ground

Rated G. Kyo/Tohru, and sort of Yuki/Machi.

Yuki, Kyo, and Tohru prepare Shigure's house for some new tenants.

Eerily, the house looks almost exactly the same. Frozen in the forest as though suspended in amber, a perfect rendition of so many of Tohru’s fondest memories. The little pond out front has dried up and there’s no laundry swinging from the lines, but everything else is just as she recalled - except, maybe smaller. A little more unkempt.

Her calves burn from walking up the stairs - were there always so many stairs?

Lip Gloss Serenade

Rated G. Machi/Kimi. Background Yuki/Kakeru.

Machi has a crush.

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"You don't hang out much with other girls," Machi notes. It’s not a judgment; Machi herself doesn’t hang out much with other people in general.

"Other girls don't like Kimi," Kimi says simply, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder as she shrugs.

"I like you," Machi tells her.

"Yeah, well, you're not other girls.” Kimi shrugs and steps into her next class, leaving Machi in the hallway trying not to combust.

stanzas

Rated T. Akito/Shigure.

Akito develops a taste for poetry and confronts the past.

“Come to bed,” Shigure murmurs against her hair.

“I can’t,” she tells him absently.

“It’s late,” he tells her.

And she doesn’t say “I need to keep reading like I need oxygen, I recognize myself between these bindings, I thought my spirit was unknowable,” but he understands all the same.

The Curse of Maturity

Rated T. Gen.

The first banquet that gathers the current members of the zodiac is something of a mess. At fifteen, Hatori is the oldest in attendance, and by far the most mature.

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Hatori Sohma is in hell.

There's really no other explanation. He's not sure what he did in a past life to end up here, but it must have been pretty fucking bleak.

He's holding a sleeping three-month old baby in his arms, a nine-month-old is clinging to his pants leg, the other teenagers are already well on their way to being drunk, and God is crying.

Fuck.

Stormchaser

Rated T. Gen.

Machi watches Hatsuharu's rampage and seeks him out in the aftermath.

built like cities

Rated T. Yuki/Kakeru.

Yuki fixates on Kakeru's chipped nail polish at some unholy hour of the night.

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"If pinned down, Kakeru is a 3:47am friend, a witching hour companion, a dark-of-night conspirator, which is how Yuki finds himself leaning against the jagged brick wall of some 24-hour convenience store at an hour when nothing and no one should actually be awake."

The Pair We Make

Rated G. Kyo/Machi. Sort of.

Kyo and Machi commiserate at Yuki and Tohru's engagement party.

"You're Tohru's friend, aren't you?" she asks, and he’s taken aback, for a moment, to be referred to as “Tohru’s friend” and not “Yuki’s cousin.”

“Yeah. Kyo,” he says. “It’s Machi, right?”

She nods, but doesn’t elaborate. Why would she? She’s answered his question.

He jerks his chin at her empty glass. “Do you need another drink?”

Humor Me

Rated G. Yuki/Tohru/Kyo.

Kyo needs a hug, Yuki needs a hug, and Tohru comes up with a plan.

Carry Me

A sequel to Humor me, in which everyone needs a hug once again.

A Soft Place to Land

Rated G. Yuki/Machi.

Yuki doesn’t like to be alone when it’s dark.

#fruits basket fanfiction #Kyohru #yukyoru #yukeru #akigure #kimchi #yuki sohma #kyo sohma #tohru honda #shigure sohma #akito sohma #hatori sohma #machi kuragi #kakeru manabe #hatsuharu sohma #furuba #fruits basket #furuba fanfiction #annabelle writes

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bigre-fichtre · 4 years

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harvest , amber, cider, quilt, bonfire :)

harvest - what fictional character do you most identify with? Why?

Ooooh, that’s the hardest question. Lately i was re-thinking of Machi Kuragi (from the manga Fruit Basket) because, i don’t have her complicated past, but she made me realise that when i was young i did what i was told and was good in school but did not develop a strong personality and i was sad when some people made me realise it, and maybe that’s why after that things too neat were not comfortable for me. But lately I would more be someone in background than a protagonist. Or maybe Jane Lane from Daria, a little nihilistic but less than her brother and less sarcastic/pessimistic than Daria.

amber - share an unpopular opinion that you may have.

There are not “too much of bad endings, not enough happy endings anymore”. There are still a lot of happy endings, maybe not as perfect as people want them, maybe not in the genre people like and maybe the trope “Anyone can die” is popular lately but there are still a lot of happy endings. Also liking bad/sad endings (and bittersweet can be a matter of taste and not just “being edgy” and doesn’t mean you don’t also like happy endings.

cider - a food that you disliked as a child but now enjoy?

Spinach, maybe mostly because i discovered that it’s bechamel sauce that i don’t like. (Same with cauliflower but i prefer spinach to cauliflower)

quilt - how do you take your tea (or coffee)?

Without anything, sometimes with honey (especially if I over-infused it)

bonfire - describe your dream house.

Not too big but still enough room for a lot of books, a small garden, possibly a veranda/greenhouse, a nice kitchen.

#ask #ask game #autumnal asks

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saiangelo999 · 4 years

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2020 T.V Show Tracker

T.V. Shows

The Witcher

Started 2019 finished 2020. Click here for my thoughts.

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Completed - I really enjoyed the episode with Pimento, that episode was just hilarious. I think that was one of my favourite episodes this season.

Self Made

It was very a enjoyable mini-series. Sarah's story is so fascinating and inspirational precisely because of how many hardships she had to deal with throughout her life. I enjoyed the show and learning more about Madam CJ Walker.

Interior Design Masters

This was a really fun show. I didn’t agree with everything that the judges said, but I definitely had fun watching the contestants renovate commercial and residential places. My favourite episode was when they worked on the stores (not restaurants). I really loved those transformations.

The Big Flower Fight

It was such a fun show! I really enjoyed watching how the contestants used plants to create beautiful and interesting topiaries/sculptures. I loved most of the contestants and was always looking forward to their take on each challenge!

Space Force

It was a fun show! Enjoyed watching it with my sister. :)

Hannibal

Re-visiting this show from the one or two episodes I watched back when I was in grade 12 and one of my teachers was promoting this show because her friend was an extra in it. But, I really am intrigued by the concept, the way the show is filmed is just so gorgeous for such a gory show and the plot is very fascinating. Anytime Hannibal feeds anyone I get a bit antsy. But Will Graham is just such an interesting character. I have high expectations of the show!

Update: Finished s1 and LOVED it! As I was binging s2 I started to get nightmares and also the plot started to move forward at a snail’s pace (imo) so I will put this show on hold for now.

The Umbrella Academy s2

So I really enjoyed this season of Umbrella Academy because I got to see more of Five kicking ass as a teenager, the character growth of BOTH Diego and Luther, seeing the entire family getting closer to Vanya and the general action sequences of the show. I enjoyed the new characters as well - Lila and The Swedes. I admit my memory of season 1 of this show is somewhat vague, but I found that the ending of the season (its climax to be precise in episode 10) to be somewhat lackluster considering the build-up.

I really enjoyed was seeing Klaus, Allison and Vanya deal with their respective subplots and that scene in the barbershop with the three of them bonding really was a highlight of the season. Also when (spoiler alert) Ben finally ‘died’ and went to the afterlife that scene was so well executed and emotional and has got to be one of my favorite moments of the season. It was nice to see him helping Vanya out.

The Haunting of Bly Manor

I loved this show! I grew to love these characters so much! I loved Hannah and Owen’s relationship so much.

The Haunting of Hill House

So, I read the book first and wanted to see what the hype was all about. I really enjoyed the little easter eggs to the book in the show, and that ONE SCENE with the ‘Bent-Neck lady’ gave me a nightmare... It was good, definitely an interesting take on the story.

Anime

The Disastrous Life of Saiki: Reawakened

I love how the show constantly shows us that Saiki will tolerate anyone for the sweet sweet coffee jelly. I need more of this show!! Please give me more episodes @Netflix.

Haikyuu!

I love it. I understand the hype now. I really enjoy how they show the lives of all the people in the show, the ‘extras’ on the team, the opponents and give us a glimpse into their lives and their stories. I finished season two and am looking forward to more! It’s honestly so hard to be rooting for just one person in this show and I love that. Finished 2 seasons so far. Will get back into it eventually. I’m honestly jealous that I can’t play volleyball rn.

Mob Psycho 100

This will probably take me a while to finish as I am planning to read it before watching it. It’s so so lovable. I love Mob and I would do anything to protect him. Also I really like Regen’s protectiveness and genuineness towards Shigeo. It’s just a great manga/anime. Finished season one. It is so addicting! I love Mob and Reigen so much! <3

Update: finished season two. Man watching this show makes my heart grow 5 x as big every time I watch it! It’s just so endearing, fun, comedic. I love how season two really just show’s Shigeo’s growth throughout the season. His speech to Shirazawa at the last episode and how it came full circle - loved it! I also was surprised by the red headed son (Ryu?) in the best way. I hope we see more of him in the next season. Can’t wait for more!

Fruits Basket season 2

Can’t wait for more crying. 🙃 I am really looking forward to seeing Yuki’s character development and his relationship with Machi and Kakeru developing. Also looking forward to seeing Momiji growing and more moments between Kyo and Tohru.

Update: Love seeing Yuki’s arc in the anime format. Seeing him reach out to his brother, Hatsuharu and the student council peeps and grow is so rewarding to watch. Looking forward to more and more Kyorhu. One wish is that, I wish with this season we could see Momiiji change physically a bit more but I’m holding onto hope for that near the end of the season.

March Comes in like a Lion/ 3-gatsu no Lion

It’s not my usual type of anime to watch as it is so slice-of-life, but in a weird way it really reminds me of My Roommate is a Cat except after I watch it I want to play chess or learn shogi. Of course, Rei has depression and a lot of issues he needs to work with, but the sisters are just so sweet and the moments that they show up to take care of him are so heartwarming. I love his self-proclaimed ‘best’ friend and rival - Nikaidou. I just really love how he’s drawn, his personality and when he shows up in the show it definitely perks me up. I really enjoy seeing him develop as a character and as a person. I am somewhat sympathetic to the plight of his foster sister but where I am in the show (finished s1) I absolutely loathe her. I really like seeing how many people are around Rei and watching him tackle life and grow. Looking forward to watching s2!

The animation is very interesting. One thing that I am not sure if it is deliberate or not is how the characters’ facial expressions (mostly the way the mouth is in close-ups) are drawn to me seems very ambiguous to me - I can’t quite understand what emotion is being conveyed.

Update: Started s2 and man the bullying storyline with Hina is so sad.

Teasing Master Takagi-san

DNF. Just started it randomly. It’s very cute.

The Great Pretender

I started it cuz it was short and seemed like fun. It has darker undertones than I expected going into it. On the Singapore storyline.

Wotaku

This was very short and binge-able. I liked it, it’s fun for what it is.

Dramas

Never Twice

So idk if I’ll actually keep up with this as it is a guilty pleasure atm. I just started it because I liked some of the tropes that the show had (found family, sweet male lead, baby being doted on etc.). I am enjoying the gifs of the show. The plot is very... boring and I do recognize that for the most part the female characters don’t have much intrinsic motivation or identity outside male characters...

05.2020 Update: DNF.

Crash Landing on You

I am really enjoying it so far. I really like that both the female leads are just very powerful and interesting on their own. Really like how the found family trope is being used. The romance is cute (a bit much at times imo). I still can’t get over how Captain Ri heard her suicide tape and just went ‘oh we are fated to be together’. That was... an interesting interpretation of the tape...

Also the whole thing with her being in N. Korea is hilarious and really the drama asks the viewer to really suspend disbelief to enjoy the show but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Update: Completed. Enjoyed it overall. Wasn’t the best drama I’ve ever seen but REALLY loved the female leads in the show. Seo Dan and her family are just SO adorable. Can’t believe Gu Suengjoon was killed just as his relationship with Dan became so cute. One qualm is that this show does the whole near death thing WAY too many times with the main couple for my taste.

365: Repeat the Year

Interesting premise and it has Nam Jihyun who I love. Looking forward to more and hoping it will keep my attention. I can’t believe that by episode 10 that the serial killer was revealed. I mean, I’m still invested in the show but that definitely caught me off-guard.

Finished it! I am really glad that they reduced the total amount of episodes because I felt that the ending was well done - not too rushed, not too out there (for the show). It was a very good ending for the show! I recommend it to anyone interested in a sci-fi/thriller. Overall, it was a fun time! Very engaging and would appeal to anyone interested in thrillers. I do have ONE gripe about the show which is a spoiler but it did not prevent me from enjoying the show.

Love with Flaws/ People with Flaws

Finished! I started it cuz of a random compilation I saw on Youtube with the show and the gifs of it here and there and it’s decent overall. I would say that out of the many kdramas I’ve seen in this genre, it does stand slightly apart from the rest because of how each character is portrayed. I feel like there were no overt archetypes for the characters and I especially liked how they portrayed characters relationships. I liked how the siblings’ relationships were portrayed, and I really ended up loving the female lead’s eldest brother. He’s just so sweet and kind and I love how he does his best to take care of their entire family. It was definitely sad to see at points knowing that Cha In Ha committed suicide, but his character in the show was just so well done and important! Also his boyfriend is literally so pure I love him. As usual Seulgi just makes me go 😍😍.

Nobody Knows 2020

It’s really good - very dark and bizarre. The shady foundation’s motivations are a mystery to me, but that hotel owner is a very interesting character. I will get back to it when I can handle more pain.

Update few months later: The twists and the turns though. Wow. I love all the children and how (so far) they are all portrayed as victims of circumstance. They are so sweet and I appreciate how Eun Ho, Dong Ryong and Min Sung’s relationships progress throughout the show. I’m also enjoying the character development of Sun Woo (the teacher/heir to the foundation). It’s also nice to see Cha Young-Jin begin to slowly open up. I’m enjoying the show a lot so far and am very intrigued by Baek Sang Ho’s group.

Final update: FINISHED it! Really loved this drama a lot. I love how all the characters are written so lovingly with so much depth to them. I liked the way the plot unraveled, I liked how all the relationships developed in the story, I loved the way forgiveness and morality were discussed. It was a really good drama and I am missing it already!

Chicago Typewriter

A re-watch. Man I love this drama. The three leads and their relationship is just adorable.

I hope that in Shin Yul’s world/afterlife or whatever they can be happy together. <3

Oh My Baby

I started this out because I was extremely bored and saw a few gifs of the show. It seems promising. Don’t have super high expectations of the show tbh. I do like the main couple though! They are adorable, nervously awaiting how it will conclude.

Update: Skipped a couple of episodes (4?) and went to the end. It ended up alright, very open ending and somewhat realistic. I’m glad the main characters were able to put their relationship above their disappointment in being infertile.

Strangers from Hell/ Hell is Other People

I really enjoyed it!! - If I were to recommend it to anyone I would recommend they go into it as blind as possible to enjoy it to the fullest.

So... I had no clue that this show was ONLY 10 episodes long, so imagine my surprise as the events that have been put to play begin to climax, I checked and was surprised that it wasn’t a 16 episode drama. Anyways, this drama had superb writing, directing, acting and fight scene choreography. Everything came together to really make this show have such a dark, creepy atmosphere that intensified as the episodes went on. I loved how the show portrayed how Yoon Joon Yoo/O’s mentality was tested to the breaking point. Tbh I thought he was slow in the beginning of the show (episode 1-2), but turned out that he did far better than his counterparts. I think that one thing that was a shame was they didn’t really show the strength of his relationship w his girlfriend too much before, and had they had more screen time as a couple I would have been even more invested in the story.

Mystic Pop-up Bar

Loved it! This was a really enjoyable show. The pacing was good, the story was interesting and I liked watching the characters relationships develop. It was heartwarming and a fun watch! I enjoyed the focus on various people’s stories showcasing all sorts of relationships.

It’s Okay Not to be Okay/ Psycho But It’s Okay

Put it on hold for now - watched up until episode 10-12ish.

Flower of Evil

The best kdrama of 2020 so far? Possibly. Love how it mixes being a thriller with the marital relationship aspect. One potential con is that it seems that the mystery aspect of the show for now seems fairly obvious but how the situations will be handled keeps me on the edge of my seat!! Also I totally did not expect such a strong marriage to be shown in a thriller drama! Also the way that Cha Ji Won is written is just chef’s kiss. I love how complex she is, how intelligent, kind, caring and so so good at putting things together. I love Hyun So’s family and I hope it ends with them staying together.

Update: Finished it! Not sure how I feel about the very last episode... but I can say I’m glad that Do Hae Su got some crumbs in terms of character development by the end. So glad she didn’t end up with Moo Jin and started a new life abroad. The amnesia plot was unnecessary imo, I would have rather seen more cute scenes of them together than angst in the last episode. But, it was interesting to see how the trial was revealed, and the Baek’s got way better than they deserved which is unfortunately realistic.

Lie after Lie

Plot sounded way more interesting in the synopsis vs the execution. Mediocre plot which I thought was easy to see through.

Eighteen Again

sort of dnf? I made it to epi 14 or so and just finished it in my head and through gifs. It had so much potential which I think it squandered... but there were some genuinely heart warming scenes from the show which I really enjoyed. (Siwoo and his dad bonding, all the scenes showing the mc as the nicest dude).

I don’t want to be friends with you

I really enjoyed the show. I liked how it portrayed the mother-daughter relationship, the differences in how they were raised and how Li Jing Bu was able to get the love she so craved through her dream?/journey. I liked how the romance was handled, how she gained such meaningful relationships during the show and how important it was to her that her mom was happy.

The Good Detective (2020)

I really enjoyed this show! It was really cool to see a show that critiques the corrupt systems they have in place and the unexpected consequences that it can have on people. I liked how it touched on themes of guilt, remorse, forgiveness and resilience. Also, it was interesting to see a guy who has all the money in the world choose to be a workaholic detective.

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