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icharchivist · 3 years

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first: some defense for my assumption—azuma just has that like pleasant but also kind of shady vibe around him so like, he could convince me he’d done a murder even if he hadn’t, and then I don’t know everything abt hisoka but the part where he’s like “don’t approach me from behind” totally could have come with the words “...or I’ll kill you” afterwards it’s just the Vibe I get. perhaps itaru is the weakest argument bc all I have going for him in this respect is the gamer rage but like then chikage brings it home bc although I’ve never met him the little I’ve seen from incorrect a3 has convinced me this dude has canonically murdered. anywayssssss!!! let me talk more abt winter troupe lmao is this this first / second thing going to become a pattern?

second: HOMAREEEEEEEE 🥺🥺🥺 I like related so hard w/ his entire like problem and I was like oh.... oh.... this guy cares So Much. yknow and I don’t think it’s like not nothing that this guy just came into the troupe and like immediately committed himself to like helping out hisoka like he just so very clearly Wants to be here... ahhhh. oh I also think it’s fun that everyone in winter troupe are like. Adults. it’s a nice touch that makes them suitable for both the play and the final showdown I think. meanwhile summer troupe def seems to skew the youngest which like, again. also fitting for their plays. I liked how he just left the loupe of sincerity alone after he used it!! like... it was nice of him to make that choice and understand it was a crutch. anyways I’m so excited for their show, I just like checked out the theater version of it and ahh..... now that’s gonna be a fun play in the sort of bawling at tasukus closing lines way....

First: okay i get the feeling (if you have it check Azuma’s backstage for his base SR, SE [About to Bloom] A Lively Home part 1, because Sakyo makes the exact same assumption you do XLKJFDLKFJDF)

For Hisoka i won’t say but yeah he is shady indeed. tbh i was mostly surprised at the assumption for Itaru and Azuma but now that you mention it for Itaru, i get it.

as for Chikage...

“ but like then chikage brings it home bc although I’ve never met him the little I’ve seen from incorrect a3 has convinced me this dude has canonically murdered. “

THE REPUTATION WE’VE GIVEN TO THAT MAN............

Second: yay more winter troupe rambles :3c

AND IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED HOMARE’S STORY I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! i just genuinely love how the game took a character and told us he had low empathy and still made him the most caring and loyal and LOVING person you could ever get. He loves so muCH, he cares so much, he gives his everything about it, even if he doesn’t understand other people as much as he wishes to, he tries because he CARES and he wants to help and i’m just. so soft about his whole storyline. He’s such a sweet and kind and loving character and it’s so undeniable how much he cares for everyone.

I also really loved that he let the loupe of sincerity behind. It’s like, it was helpful to give him the push he needed but now he managed to make his feelings clearer to his troupe and he knows his troupe cares for him and understands how he might be struggling and so that they’ll be understanding toward him, so now he can try by himself. I just find it so.. so sweet 😭😭

But also big agree on the fact Winter being all adult makes it very nice. It does help with the mature vibes of their plays in general and that can tackle the issues they have with another angle. Plus with their conflict avoidance in general it means that when they raise their walls the rest of the troupe doesn’t especially know how to push to know what to do about this issue (the Homare arc was really an attempt to break that pattern in a way i think) and it makes it more complex to navigate.

Especially when like, compared to Summer who are so earnest in general, like all of them had their walls up too but when someone was being a douche (well. Tenma.) they’d call them out, and most of Summer is all “so we need to address this issue or what.”.

And i do think there’s this sort of parallelism of the earnestness of youth, still growing, still learning, and this sort of maturity of adulthood that also comes with the fact that they have learnt to keep their feelings for themselves and deal on their own.

And it fits their respective troupe’s themes - all of the troupes really, and i love that. I really love the dynamic of Winter in general im just hhhhh

and as you say yeah that helps that therefore Winter is the one who have to take care of the final showdown. Hell just the fact they didn’t have problem with acting but problem with connecting with their feelings, unlike the others troupes, already preparing them for the biggest challenge but forcing them to connect with how they feel and let those emotions shine through. so good.

As for the play OH BOY YEAH.. YEAH. the play is sure something and it’s a TRIP to experience live so i hope you’ll enjoy it when you reach it :3c

Thank you again for sending your thoughts, loving them <3333

Take care :3c

#ichafantalks a3 #sonnets-of-beauty #ichareply #also i cannot wait until you reach hiso's arc but *holds breath* this is fine i care a Normal ammount.

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sweetcatmintea · 6 years

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Atlas meets Ivan - Drabble

So, I haven’t got any new pictures for you guys, have a short drabble instead. It was a gift for @babydollneko but she said I could upload it here too :)

Moonlight filtered through the thin clouds overhead illuminating speckles drifting through the late-night air. Hard shingles stole the warmth through Atlas’ shirt, prompting shivers. He lazily took note of his leg dangling over the musty gutter pipe. A clean was long over due but the negligence was understandable, it was no simple task to clean the top of a three-story house. Hoisting himself into a sitting position, Atlas stretched his arms in front of him until there was a satisfying crack.

He wasn’t sure how long his nap had lasted but he felt refreshed enough. It was late afternoon when the summer heat left him lazing about, but that didn’t mean much to him. He had also been sprawled on Lady Clara’s ornate lounge, enjoying the firmness of the well-maintained upholstery and the gentle breeze tussling his bangs. To find himself waking on the roof of an unknown building in an unknown street was not how he expected the day to go. Surprising as it was, there was little mystery. Many an adventure in his youth was prompted by accidentally teleporting somewhere in his sleep. It was kind of like sleep walking, but with more stress for Lady Clara. He glanced at his wrist only to remember he had taken off his stylish purple gloves and accompanying compass cuff earlier in the day. This was going to make things more difficult. Oh well, no use sitting around worrying. Scaling down the building with relative ease, he decided to just explore for a little while. It’d be a shame to waste the opportunity. Lady Clara was forever scolding him for roaming around like some tom cat. ‘Come home straight away!’ she’d say. ‘You’re never where you’re supposed to be! Disappearing to who knows where whenever the fancy takes you! Honestly, it’s a wonder I haven’t locked the doors by now!’ Translated roughly, she meant ‘I worry when you disappear, so I want you to come straight back.’ Atlas grinned into his knuckles. She was a funny lady, but certainly good quality. He was an adult now – more or less – and she had relaxed some. It helped that he wasn’t under her constant care and supervision anymore. Still, he’d just have a little look around, then head back. Or, at least, a little look, then try to work out where he would be coming back from. His current location was less important than where he wanted to be, but knowing it would probably help. Music pulsed faintly in the distance, a faint throb indicative of a nightclub type place. Given the back-alley vibes he was getting and the apparent late hour, the club would probably be inhabited primarily by drunks. Atlas sighed. He didn’t want to go amongst drunk people. It was probably the best bet for finding someone to ask his location. Ambling away, he put his money on the opposite direction. Going for the easiest route? Where was the adventure in that?

He must have been a fair way away from Lady Clara’s house. The wind carried a bite more tenacious than that of a summer. Atlas lamented the absence of his favourite dark grey coat. The fur trim, purple of course, was luxuriously soft and oh so fluffy. He really couldn’t complain though, years of waking up in unusual places ensured he was always reasonably covered when he rested. As funny as it would have been, he would not have appreciated exploring in only his boxers.

It wasn’t until the music had faded entirely, replaced with a cricket orchestra more suited to the country than such a populated area, that Atlas finally saw another person. A man, not much older than himself, busied himself opening the large roller doors of a … warehouse, maybe? The mechanisms made such a racket he didn’t notice Atlas approaching him. It was at this point Atlas realised he probably should have tried reading one of the street signs, he had no idea what the common language was here. Hoping it was one he knew, he cleared his throat, immediately catching the other man’s attention. Fabric spun and metal flashed. The knife stopping a mere finger’s width from Atlas’ skin. The two men appraised one another momentarily. This man, decidedly less harmless then Atlas first assumed, was slightly taller than him. His dark hair spiked from his head in organised chaos, complimented by a dark hoody and calculated grin. His teeth were clearly sharp, more so than Atlas’ unusually animalistic ones. Offering a placating smile, Atlas raised his palms to the man. He meant no harm. The switchblade returned to it’s hiding place in one smooth movement but remained at hand. The man’s posture relaxed, replaced with an easy confidence. Most reasonable people would be put off, intimidated even, by a man exuding danger and standing in front of a gaping maw of black. Unfortunately, Atlas was not a terribly reasonable person at times. ‘Foolish’ was almost a nickname at this point. He wasn’t stupid, but, out in the open as they were, he had many escape routes should things go sour. He lowered his hands, resting one in the pocket of his tailored shorts, and waving a greeting with the other. “What are you doing out here?” Ah, English. He knew that one. Lucky~ “Hello,” More accent than he would like, but good enough, “I got a little lost. Would you mind helping me? My name is Atlas, Atlas Mao.” The man tilted his head, lips pursed. “You’ve got cat ears.” It was a question in the form of a statement. “Yep.” He wiggled his ears for emphasis. The man’s grin grew. “Tail too. It was a matching set situation.” Even though he had kept it politely low, he was pretty sure the man had already noticed. The man’s hazel (maybe? It was hard to tell in the dark) eye’s glittered with excitement. “You don’t have … cat people here?” A shake of a head said no. That was unusual, he’d never been to a place where there were no Tainted people. Maybe he was even further than he thought. “Can I touch them?” “P-pardon?” “Your ears. I want to touch them.” The man reached out eagerly. There was a child-like enthusiasm that dampened the automatic ‘no’. Sighing inwardly, Atlas relented and nodded. That’s how he ended up being pet softly in the middle of the night by a very strange man. The plan to wait until his novelty had run its course and then find out where he was, was a bust. The enjoyment the man got appeared to be endless. Being told he was adorable was something he had gotten used to, it becomes necessary when your face becomes a brand, however having someone coo at him in the middle of the night was a bit much. An embarrassed flush crept up his neck as he put some distance between himself and the man. Luckily, he didn’t seem too disappointed, instead pointing out another of Atlas’ peculiarities. “You’re floating.” “Yeah. I don’t want to walk. The floor is really dirty, and my shoes are at home.” He wasn’t that high. Maybe a few inches off the ground. The man narrowed his eyes, considering Atlas again. “You’re not from here, are you?” Finally. He didn’t mind this man, he didn’t know him well enough to decide that he liked him yet, but it felt like some kind of backwards Alice in Wonderland scenario. Given he was the floating cat and all. He really couldn’t stay much longer, he’d promised Lady Clara he’d be in her photoshoot tomorrow. “No. I’m lost. Do you have a map and a compass I could borrow, uh…” “Ivan. You can call me Ivan.” He leaned in closer “I mean it call me.” Atlas didn’t know how to respond to either the wink or the playful nudge. “I’ve got those back home, but I gotta do something first.” He entered the abys of the warehouse, calling over his shoulder. “My cat got out, so I’ve gotta find him before we go back.” Nothing else to do, Atlas followed him in, offering to help search.

The deceptively small light on Ivan’s phone lit up a large chunk of the building. How did the phone have a light in it to begin with? Atlas knew there were some technological leaps lately, but wow! Debris was scattered all over the place. Leaves piled wherever the broken roof permitted. A dry, dusty smell filled the air, clinging to the backs of their throats. With all of the shadows and hidey holes, the chances of finding a cat were slim. Even with his sensitive ears, Atlas couldn’t detect anything other than the scuttling of bugs avoiding Ivan’s light. He strained his eyes but there was neither hide nor hair of any mammal. He was about to tell Ivan that he might want to look else where, but the man cut him off, bellowing “KING CRUNCH!” Evidently, Atlas wasn’t the only one to jump out of their skin. The boxes in the far corner began to rustle in response. Ivan ran over, letting out a proclamation of triumph. “I found my cat!” He dragged an angry, hissing creature from it’s nest, returning to Atlas with a massive smile. Beady eyes glared venomous hatred at Atlas. Little round ears were slicked back and grabby hands scrambled in the air, desperate for a victim. The grey-brown fur bristled like needles. That wasn’t a cat. The raccoon seemed to accept its fate, slumping in Ivan’s arms and chattering murder under its breath. Ivan was positively beaming. “Alright, I got my cat, we can go back. Somehow, he always get’s out when the Bae’s there. It’s weird, I know he likes King Crunch. Who wouldn’t?” Atlas couldn’t help but find Ivan’s clear affection towards his ‘cat’ very sweet. “Why’s he in a jacket?” The fact that the studded leather suited the raccoon was as undeniable as the ridiculousness of addressing raccoon fashion. What an interesting night it was turning out to be. “Oh, that. I tried to put a collar on him, so no one steals him, y’know, but he just kept getting it off. Neal got the jacket made for him so I would” he air quoted “stop moaning about the stupid collar. Good thing King Crunch is so fat, he can’t get his jacket off. No one’s going to mistake him for a stray cat now. I’d have ta kill them if they did though.” He laughed jovially.

If you’re curious -> Atlas Ivan

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