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Lonely Rolling Star -Yohihito Yano, Saki Kabata

The sunny spot, brilliant and bright My heart looks like clear skies Those two eyes of yours Look like sunflower seeds Chatting, piling up, katamari* entangling Being together is absolutely necessary But you are painting an important dream Until you're done, I'll be waiting here always You're lonely rolling star Don't stand in one place, ok? You're lonely rolling star So, face forward and let's go! The stary sky twinkle twinkle It's just like confetti These sweet yet painful Feelings grow intense These warmly embraced feelings dance in the night sky And rapidly plummet and arrive at your feet, so You're lonely rolling star Don't ever give up, ok? You're lonely rolling star Give me a call once in a while You're lonely rolling star I want to meet you right away You're lonely rolling star Haa, a single sigh escapes Shall we meet again next month at that place? You're lonely rolling star Don't stand in one place, ok? You're lonely rolling star Remember me, ok? You're lonely rolling star I can't wait for you, ok? You're lonely rolling star So, face forward and let's go!

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               ❛   ... Fair.   ❜

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❈ :  DUCKSUMMON.

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                    Peking Duck did not know Vodka very well, but to him that hardly mattered. What he knew from what he could see was all well and good enough; she carried with her a bird, and anyone who kept company with birds was to him a kindred spirit on some level. Perhaps they did not share quite as intimate relationship as he did with his ducklings, clustered around his feet as they were, peeping softly and shuffling their little webbed feet in place while they kept their eyes locked on their papa to see where to go next, but it took a certain type of person to seek out birds for company.

                    “—do they have a name??”

            TO  speak about Andre is to speak about a son, and it’s one of the few subjects that still invoke a hint of a smile while sober. She takes in the sight with a slight cant of the head --- what little darlings, following their caretaker one by one. Andre was that size once ( although not quite as fluffy... ). 

                 ❛   His name is Andre. He’s been with me since... Well, it’s been a long time.   ❜

            Steely eyes gain the slightest bit of light as she glances at the hawk on her arm, reaching a hand up to trace two dainty fingers along the top of his head. His eyes closed slightly in a sign of contentment, and she hummed softly as if in response. 

                 ❛   Hmm, he grows more each day... Do they each have names yet ?   ❜   Vodka asks in return, gesturing at his fluffy yellow shadows.

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            SO  , bear in mind that Vodka’s bio hasn’t been fan-translated yet and she hasn’t come home for me so this is… Literally just me applying my hard-working english major brain in giving context to the piss-poor translation google came up with overall. ( Major disclaimer here that I don’t trust google at all on a literal level, but years of spanish has taught me that contextually it’s a good aid ) As such, this list is totally subject to change, but the info seems to align pretty correctly so — here take it :

the ‘sister’ vodka refers to in her voice lines doesn’t SEEM to be an actual sister as of right now — as in, another food soul. in her first snippet of bio, we find out she was very close to a servant of the nobility in her country. that servant’s parents abandoned him and his siblings, and his frail younger sister was highly affectionate to vodka — often taking her hand and referring to her as ‘big sister’. this servant is likely her original master attendant, but she never actually refers to him as such, so i’ll refrain from doing so as well for now.

this sister ultimately died, likely from starvation. she was malnourished, and the environment was far too poor and bitterly cold to sustain her. she was gripping vodka’s finger when she slipped away.  NOTE  : this is the first instance her tendency to distance herself from harsh situations or emotions crops up, but i’ll talk about that more in a whole other post so w/e ! 

vodka was caught up in a revolution, initiated by this servant and his companions. he was determined to change the country after his sister’s passing, and vowed to show the food soul a ‘brand new future’. she recalls that this revolution was, at first, far easier than she — or perhaps any of them — expected. the general populace was thoroughly fed up, and most actively participated or cooperated when confronted. her drinking problem may not have started here, but it’s first mentioned here; she apparently is fuzzy on the details of certain days because she was ‘drinking that day,’ and her comrades are apparently pleasantly surprised by how jovial she can be when drunk. because of this lapse in memory, she wouldn’t normally be inclined to believe any of their recounts of her behavior — but she noticed they seemed much closer to her each time she drank and let loose, so there must have been some truth to it, she reasoned. 

she seems amazed at the wastefulness and luxury with which the nobility lived upon finally storming the castle. according to her, the ladies bathed in milk — a rarity on the ‘prairie’ she was familiar with — to keep their skin fair and smooth. they’re similarly wasteful with their food, wasting buckets’ worth in order to obtain more sugar. 

andre was key to their victory, tracking down and leading them to the nobility that had fled their initial assault. 

whereas she and the servant had no interest in killing these people once they were held captive, she seems to have a sobering dose of reality in noticing the hatred their comrades held close to their hearts. knowing her companion doesn’t want them to meet a gruesome fate, she slips away at some point and goes to free the prisoners — only to find she’s too late for most of them. she spots a girl hiding among the bodies, and although she wants to explain to her that she’s here to help, vodka opts to simply leave the door unlocked and take the guards with her — silently acknowledging her and giving her the opportunity to flee. 

she’s highly disturbed by this encounter, referring to it as ‘the inexplicable room’ and musing with some incredulity upon the sight ( she also mentions it ‘smells rusty,’ so along with her mention of the pile of bodies, one can assume it was… A Sight™ ) that this is the change she and the servant wanted. NOTE :  the servant is referred to as yu shi somewhere in this excerpt, but i’m not entirely sure about this, so i’m just gonna… keep calling him The Servant. 

the servant is ultimately poisoned by his own comrades, who have become incredibly greedy and… pretty much the same as their former oppressors. the whole thing is very ‘animal farm’ ngl — but regardless, vodka holds him while he dies and says she then understood how he felt upon watching his sister pass. this is the first time she shows definite emotion, barely holding back her trembling ( which, she makes sure to explain, is out of rage — not fear ). she once again questions his judgement, wanting to ask him if this was the change he had envisioned for the two of them — for their countrymen. 

they allowed her to leave, likely not considering her an immediate threat. they also allowed her to take his body with him. she literally went all the way back to their ‘home’ and buried him next to his sister like what the fuck y’all

the last excerpt sort of summarizes everything in more specific terms: the feuding between the nobility and commonfolk was brought about by a series of natural disasters that left the land in utter chaos; when the rebellion surged, it was swift and decisive — so much so that much of the nobility was unaware, and continued with their carnival. this is what ultimately led to their destruction; what happened after this was actually not recorded in history, but has been theorized multiple times based on varying accounts and sources; what’s for certain, though, is the rebellion’s newly-imposed regime collapsed after only a handful of years, devolving into the same cruel nobility as before ( if not moreso ) after the death of their leader ( vodka’s companion ); she seems to take a liking to b-52 because when they first meet, she has a similar emptiness about her.

i’m fucking sad and still have a lot of questions bye

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Hello everyone! This is a brand new roleplay masterlist blog for the mobile gacha game - Food Fantasy! 

This blog will become a resource blog of sorts that will include and not limited to:

a masterlist of all current food fantasy rpers.

art / fanart.

edits.

writing / writing prompts.

updates on the app or food fantasy rpc.

and more!!

So if you are a roleplay blog please reblog this with your character(s) name(s), what their roles are in regards to the story ( food souls / fallen angel / other , state what affiliation if you’d like! ) and if you have an Original Character as well as their roles too you are also welcome to reblog so you’ll be placed into the masterlist! If you also want to tag in your username or UID for others to befriend you on the mobile app itself - feel free to do that too! I’ll be displaying it on the list as well!

Any artists / writers / editors are free to dm me or send me an ask so I can add you into a separate list so people can enjoy your Food Fantasy content!

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            SO  , bear in mind that Vodka’s bio hasn’t been fan-translated yet and she hasn’t come home for me so this is... Literally just me applying my hard-working english major brain in giving context to the piss-poor translation google came up with overall. ( Major disclaimer here that I don’t trust google at all on a literal level, but years of spanish has taught me that contextually it’s a good aid ) As such, this list is totally subject to change, but the info seems to align pretty correctly so --- here take it :

the ‘sister’ vodka refers to in her voice lines doesn’t SEEM to be an actual sister as of right now --- as in, another food soul. in her first snippet of bio, we find out she was very close to a servant of the nobility in her country. that servant’s parents abandoned him and his siblings, and his frail younger sister was highly affectionate to vodka --- often taking her hand and referring to her as ‘big sister’. this servant is likely her original master attendant, but she never actually refers to him as such, so i’ll refrain from doing so as well for now.

this sister ultimately died, likely from starvation. she was malnourished, and the environment was far too poor and bitterly cold to sustain her. she was gripping vodka’s finger when she slipped away.  NOTE  : this is the first instance her tendency to distance herself from harsh situations or emotions crops up, but i’ll talk about that more in a whole other post so w/e ! 

vodka was caught up in a revolution, initiated by this servant and his companions. he was determined to change the country after his sister’s passing, and vowed to show the food soul a ‘brand new future’. she recalls that this revolution was, at first, far easier than she --- or perhaps any of them --- expected. the general populace was thoroughly fed up, and most actively participated or cooperated when confronted. her drinking problem may not have started here, but it’s first mentioned here; she apparently is fuzzy on the details of certain days because she was ‘drinking that day,’ and her comrades are apparently pleasantly surprised by how jovial she can be when drunk. because of this lapse in memory, she wouldn’t normally be inclined to believe any of their recounts of her behavior --- but she noticed they seemed much closer to her each time she drank and let loose, so there must have been some truth to it, she reasoned. 

she seems amazed at the wastefulness and luxury with which the nobility lived upon finally storming the castle. according to her, the ladies bathed in milk --- a rarity on the ‘prairie’ she was familiar with --- to keep their skin fair and smooth. they’re similarly wasteful with their food, wasting buckets’ worth in order to obtain more sugar. 

andre was key to their victory, tracking down and leading them to the nobility that had fled their initial assault. 

whereas she and the servant had no interest in killing these people once they were held captive, she seems to have a sobering dose of reality in noticing the hatred their comrades held close to their hearts. knowing her companion doesn’t want them to meet a gruesome fate, she slips away at some point and goes to free the prisoners --- only to find she’s too late for most of them. she spots a girl hiding among the bodies, and although she wants to explain to her that she’s here to help, vodka opts to simply leave the door unlocked and take the guards with her --- silently acknowledging her and giving her the opportunity to flee. 

she’s highly disturbed by this encounter, referring to it as ‘the inexplicable room’ and musing with some incredulity upon the sight ( she also mentions it ‘smells rusty,’ so along with her mention of the pile of bodies, one can assume it was... A Sight(TM) ) that this is the change she and the servant wanted. NOTE :  the servant is referred to as yu shi somewhere in this excerpt, but i’m not entirely sure about this, so i’m just gonna... keep calling him The Servant. 

the servant is ultimately poisoned by his own comrades, who have become incredibly greedy and... pretty much the same as their former oppressors. the whole thing is very ‘animal farm’ ngl --- but regardless, vodka holds him while he dies and says she then understood how he felt upon watching his sister pass. this is the first time she shows definite emotion, barely holding back her trembling ( which, she makes sure to explain, is out of rage --- not fear ). she once again questions his judgement, wanting to ask him if this was the change he had envisioned for the two of them --- for their countrymen. 

they allowed her to leave, likely not considering her an immediate threat. they also allowed her to take his body with him. she literally went all the way back to their ‘home’ and buried him next to his sister like what the fuck y’all

the last excerpt sort of summarizes everything in more specific terms: the feuding between the nobility and commonfolk was brought about by a series of natural disasters that left the land in utter chaos; when the rebellion surged, it was swift and decisive --- so much so that much of the nobility was unaware, and continued with their carnival. this is what ultimately led to their destruction; what happened after this was actually not recorded in history, but has been theorized multiple times based on varying accounts and sources; what’s for certain, though, is the rebellion’s newly-imposed regime collapsed after only a handful of years, devolving into the same cruel nobility as before ( if not moreso ) after the death of their leader ( vodka’s companion ); she seems to take a liking to b-52 because when they first meet, she has a similar emptiness about her.

i’m fucking sad and still have a lot of questions bye

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❝ If once you start down that path, forever, it will dominate your destiny. ❞

   ASH  VS  THE EVIL DEAD  //  accepting ! 

          SHE  scowls down at the glass in her hand, as if it’s somehow personally offended her ( it could never ) --- then again, she always seems to be wearing some sort of scowl. Her fingers tap against the crystalline surface, rhythmic in its impatience. 

                  ❛   Destiny... Such an ugly word.  ❜   Indeed, she repeats it back in the same manner one might chew on glass. 

          There was a time she believed in destiny; they all believed, back then, that they were born to change the world --- to make things just a little more bearable --- and that outlook was contagious. The truth of the matter, Vodka thinks, is that destiny was a beautiful word that could be used to excuse just about anything. 

                 ❛   There’s no such thing as destiny... Only action, re-action, and... Well, wine.  ❜

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💢    ASH    VS.    EVIL     DEAD    SENTENCE    PROMPTS   !   

*  A VARIETY & MIXTURE OF ASH VS. EVIL DEAD PROMPTS, CHANGE PRONOUNS AS NEEDED / FITTING .

❝ Sweet musical Jesus, that’s your friend? ❞

❝ Hey, I try not to look at her like that. ❞

❝ She haunts my dreams. Just kidding. She does, though. ❞

❝ Touch me again, and you’re gonna need another wooden hand. ❞

❝ I um, I just… just thought I saw something. ❞

❝ I can’t really, um, trust my eyes these days. ❞

❝ There’s nothin’ wrong with your eyes. ❞

❝ Sometimes what you think you saw, it’s exactly what you saw. ❞

❝ You fought this thing before. Maybe you just got to finish what you started. ❞

❝ Whatever I was, that was a long time ago. ❞

❝ I remember when I was like you. Young, dumb, full of… conflicting emotions. ❞

❝ Well, now that you’re back, what’s your big plan? ❞

❝ Well, just try to get everything back to normal. ❞

❝ Normal? Ha. What’s normal? ❞

❝ Evil will walk the Earth!  ❞

❝ Wish you could have said somethin’ before I made those dumb crosses, but, okay. ❞

❝ I’ve learned you can always make things more painful. ❞

❝ I just wanna sit here and enjoy this place for a while. ❞

❝ Nice, you know I’ve always wanted to talk to you. ❞

❝ Uh, just don’t mention the stuff I do in the trailer when we’re there alone. ❞

❝ If once you start down that path, forever, it will dominate your destiny. ❞

❝ I’m gonna get you pregnant later. ❞

❝ Won’t your sister be jealous of us? ❞

❝ Fuck a flamethrower, this guy’s got girth! ❞

❝ Death, taxes, more death, and I don’t pay taxes. So all I know is death. ❞

❝ Don’t you get it? Everybody dies here. It’s just a rule. ❞

❝ Chopping up my evil clone. Maybe someday that’ll feel weird. ❞

❝ No, we are not having this conversation! ❞

❝ I already did that dance, made my life a living hell! ❞

❝ Admit it, you’re not all good either. Be smart, for once. Use me.. ❞

❝ Of course I know what I’m doing. I wrote this book. ❞

❝ Oh, I’ll be polite. Right up until I’m rude. ❞

❝ No, you use it as a bait fish, to catch the whale. ❞

❝ I’m actually a hunter and I’ve never seen a deer explode. ❞

❝ So, can you just do me a solid, please? And just, be polite in there. ❞

❝ Just stay behind me, let the boomstick do the talking. ❞

❝ Um, I don’t think it’s a very good weapon. ❞

❝ Oh, good. I was startin’ to feel like a real dick. ❞

❝ That was the scariest thing that’s ever happened to me. ❞

❝ I thought I was dead. ❞

❝ Hi. You used to be dead, right? ❞

❝ Now the three of you will perish together. ❞

❝ Is this what it’s like to be you? ❞

❝ Never killed my boss before, so that was new. ❞

❝ It’s very possible this is connected to the killings from the other night. ❞

❝ Do you know who lived there? ❞

❝ Don’t know his name but he was always a real asshole to me and my wife… ❞

❝ Why are you covered in blood? ❞

❝ Um, we hit a deer on the way up here. ❞

❝ You know you could, uh, take off your gun, put it over there with your chainsaw-limb. ❞

❝ You’d like that, wouldn’t you? ❞

❝ I would rather not to have a gun at dinner. ❞

❝ You left dinner before daddy excused you. ❞

❝ I have had to kill and bury loved ones before. ❞

❝ I’m trying to save all the dads everywhere. And the mommies and the babies. ❞

❝ I’ve gotta duct-tape some big-ass bullet holes before I roll. ❞

❝ Oh man, something seems very wrong here. ❞

❝ We bust in there, we fight through the carnage, we bail with the book. ❞

❝ When it comes to evil, if something seems too good to be true, it probably is. ❞

❝ You don’t believe mom’s horseshit story, do ya? ❞

❝ I’m not sorry that I took your book to get you to come up here. ❞

❝ Deadites ruined your life and you’re hot as hell.. ❞

❝ I heard ‘em chanting some weird voodoo stuff from inside that crappy trailer. ❞

❝ I’m pretty sure that’s not the only place she had one. ❞

❝ Is this really the best time to be getting baked? ❞

❝ I’m not gonna fight that thing with a clear head! ❞

❝ Enough! I don’t know much about this “Evil Dead” crap. ❞

❝ I have seen things that I’d never thought existed. ❞

❝ You taught me to trust you, you taught me to believe in you, and I do. ❞

❝ So please don’t let me down now. ❞

❝ Uh, I have a feeling it’s the residual effects of being brought back from the dead. ❞

❝ Oh, it’s a gnarly book. It’s the reason behind all this crap. ❞

❝ I promise you this: if you’re still out there somewhere, I’ll bring you home. ❞

❝ I’m so disappointed in you, you’ve gone soft. ❞

❝ A week ago I was cramming for midterms and now I’m running from the cops! ❞

❝ Oh my God, this is so much better toasted! ❞

❝ Do you know what evil is? It’s power without fear … without guilt … without pain. ❞    

❝ You keep your hands off of my boom stick, you got that!? ❞    

❝ I thought I lost you, for real this time. ❞    

❝ You will accomplish what none have before. ❞  

❝ I know you said that when I got hit I’d know what to do, but I just got hit and I don’t know what to do! ❞    

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             hi it’s amanda, making yet another blog that i shouldn’t !!  if you too are a fan of vodka and / or gacha games and / or women who shove all their negative feelings deep deep deep inside their bodies until they die, smash that  LIKE  or  REBLOG  button and i’ll check you out !