I'm Maimai, She/Her
This is my first post so ill just do a intro first of my blog!
Just here to share my Writings, Quotes, Fanfic, Art, and other things if I'm bored. Doing this for fun!
I like visual novels, cakes, books, making OC's, drawing, crocheting, picturing things, fantasy, manwha, manhua, manga, anime, digital art and other games.
I might not post like every day but I'm willing to answer your questions but like not personal questions. Please I kindly ask to don't repost or steal my art or put them in Pinterest reasons; i Just don't like it anywayssss i wont share any other socials but Tumblr.
My goal is to learn how to be a good writer/author so I can make my own book or visual novel. I always wanted to make my own stories to share to the world. I really dedicated myself in writing and kindaa trying to figure out on working in coding in engines.
I'm willing to work with an artist and Ren'Py coder to help me achieve my dream. You can DM me if we should work together doesn't matter if your professional or beginner besides we are all learning together! Be sure that I reply a little late because of things I do in life so just shhh and wait. Note that I only use my pc to work but sometimes I don't have time to be on my pc soooo yea๐ฃ
Also Please on giving some advance or tell me some errors I need to correct on writings because I am still learning so if my grammar is off please DONT hesitate to tell me!
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That is it thank you for your time on reading this intro! Have a good day :)
ใพ(๏ฟฃโฝ๏ฟฃ) Bye~Bye~
โ i decided im making my own Visual Novel called โThe Blessed Heartโ
Yandere merman x Princess, forbidden love this is inspired by little mermaid and Rafayel myth story (Sea of Golden Sand) plus Rapunzel situation kinda stuff๐ฅน
Im still trying to learn the coding stuff and working on the art background and character lore it might take a long time to finish this VN so if anyone here to help me with this project id be so happy because i know there some lots of solo developers having a lot of pressure in making their VNโs how hard it is with this and i dont want to pressure myself too so โ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธ im gonna try to take the easy path on making this no rush and no panic on the release date๐๐ Will take months but who knows๐คทโโ๏ธ Games/VNโs dont just pop out and there finish. No matter if your a newbie or pro im willing to collab with anyone.
Feel free to tell me some advice on this so i can make sure that my story on this would be PEAK. Im also using Renpy so yeah
I wont reveal my characters/OCโs yet cuz im still drawing them!๐
Today was 1965 November 6th. I was in my office, sitting at my desk, looking bored again, just looking at some papers that meant little to me, letters of my cooks quitting because they supposedly couldn't handle my temper, which really pisses me off that they can't handle a little yelling. It was then that I realized these cooks are not real cooks if they can't handle the pressure, even though I threatened them a little, but then again, it is not my problem; they don't do the things I want them to do. 5 years of running this restaurant, 5 years of wasting my time. I sigh heavily as I lit a cigarette to my lips, inhaling its smoke while I leaned back in my chair, looking at the ceiling. The taste of smoke tingles my tongue a little, and smoke surrounds my face like a blanket,
โNothing is changingโฆโ I muttered to myself because every day was the same as ever.
As time passed, the patrons ordered, talking, stuffing their filthy mouths on food, then they paid and left without tipping the waiter until it was closing time. It was 11 PM. I was behind the counter counting money, and today's some was a little disappointing. "20, 50, 150, 255-" the chimes of the door jingled, and I was interrupted. Who in hell comes in this late at night when my restaurant is clearly closed? I turned to the left and saw a young-looking woman. I stopped from the moment I looked at this woman with a blank expression, "Excuse me? Are you Vincent Charbonneau?" She said softly, but something caught my attention. I wouldn't lie that she was a sight for sore eyes, but something about her was just... It was something I can't quite describe.
'That's me, what do you want?" Her eyes lit up, and she approached me slowly, "I'm here to be hired as a cook. I looked into this paper. I know it's really late right now, but I've signed this application." My eyes bore at the paper she was holding, and I sighed. It was very unusual if you want to be hired this late, but it doesn't matter anyway, I need more cooks. I looked at her application. Y/N was her name, there was her address, and the bottom was empty, meaning she didn't have 10 years of culinary experience or a school she went to. I look up at her, dead in the eyes. "You don't have 10 years of culinary experience or schooling?"
"Just 4 years of experience and i did spend 2 years in college, but I do know how to cook and bake at least," she said nervously, like she's gonna get kicked out already. "Hm, fine, you're hired. Follow me." I walk to the kitchen expecting her to follow. Only 4 years of that was enough to tick me off, but right now, since I have low staff, I have to hire her nonetheless. I lead her to the kitchen, then stop at a cabinet, opening it, revealing a stack of aprons and chef whites. "Wear this first in the morning when you come here," I look at her again, then back to get a (Y/S) uniform for her.
"You start tomorrow, first shift at 6, be late, and there will be consequences." I said coldly, giving it to her, then spoke again, my voice dropping lower,
"And Y/N... If you screw up, you're out of this restaurant. No second chances. Understood?"
"Yes sir..." She said as she looked at me, but when I looked at her, there was not a hint of fear in her eyes when I said this. I crossed my arms against my chest and thought of something that I have never done before when hiring, "Make me something."
"Pardon?" she said bluntly, "I want to see if you can actually cook something edible." She hesitates at first at my statement, like this was a test or something, but eventually she rolls up her sleeves and starts cooking. She already had something in mind, I guess, my hip leans against the edge of the counter, watching her. It wouldn't matter anyway if this dish she brings would be any different. I just want to see if the presentation is good or not; to me, all foods taste like nothing, Tasteless
About 15 minutes or so, she brings me a plate of scrambled eggs on toast with a garnish of green onions. The eggs didn't look dry or gooey, but perfect at most. "Too simple but tolerating, add a cherry tomato to at least fill the space." I grabbed the plate from her, placing it down on the counter.
"Are you not gonna try it?" I look at her with a hint of irritation. I do have to try it, but it won't taste different. I sigh, then grab the toast. I knew she would nag if I didn't give her a proper review and comment if I didn't try it. I held the toast and eggs against my tips and took a bite out of it. My body froze from the moment the food got on my tongue.
Something struck me like lightning... โก
I can taste it! The flavors exploded on my tongue. Was this a miracle? A blessing? What is this that I'm experiencing? No... It's not possible that this woman, out of nowhere, just cured me. My heart began to race, and my eyes widened with surprise. "This..." I can't show emotion, I shouldn't for this one particular woman, I just couldn't... My surprised expression suddenly turned into the same cold face I put on, "This is acceptable... You can go home now, we're done here." She nods as she rolls back down her sleeves,
"O-okay, then I'll see you tomorrow, good night." She left the exit door of the kitchen. My right hand runs through my hair, not believing what I just experienced. Is my taste back?
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I went back into my apartment that was upstairs from my restaurant as I brought her toast of scrambled eggs in a plastic container. I need to make a test because there is no possible, logical way that I can taste again just by eating her food. I was in my kitchen holding a piece of bread in my hand. I took a bite out of it and just as I knew the taste wasn't there it just wasn't there. I opened the container and did the same to the toast, the richness of eggs, and the hard crust of the toast, and then I realized I could only taste her cooking. I didn't know how to feel about this. Should I be happy, in joy, gratefulness, satisfaction...
Those were the things I thought I had lost or that I would never feel. "Y/N..." I whispered her name like a chant. Was it fate that had brought us together? I don't believe in those kinds of things, but I couldn't help but feel that feeling in my chest again, like there were just butterflies instead of bugs in my chest, fluttering in a good way.
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Days, weeks, and months had passed since I hired her. I began to watch her more closely than I tended to until it slowly became a habit. Every time I get closer to her, or even have small talk, it's enough to make my heart throb again. I would never have thought my feelings would become like this, this vulnerability, this weakness I'm starting to feel. I think I'm beginning to fall in love with her. Not just any love but pure gratefulness for the feeling of tasting food again. Every night when it's closing time, I find an excuse for her to cook me something, anything, and also talk to her more, get to know her. It was how much I spent time with her, her eyes, her voice, her very presence.
Something was just wrong with me in a good way, and when I meant this, I meant it like a prayer. I really am in love with her to the point of yearning.
Yearning is something that is not like me, and I didn't admit it when I feel this way every time she leaves the restaurant. I dont feel down when I say I didn't miss her cooking, I am not hurt when I say I didn't care about her, I am not flustered when she compliments my recipes, I didn't stop smoking when she says that I should stop, and I am not mad or envious when she talks to the other cooks.
It's just not fair how these feelings really mess me up like spaghetti noodles everywhere that tangle, mix, and twist. Maybe it just wasn't her cooking anymore, but her Y/N. If I could choose any woman in the world, or even the universe, it would be her because of how she made me find the feeling of joy in food again, how I can eat normally instead of disgust, or turn my food into liquid so I can survive properly.
After some time and practice, I gathered all of my courage, like picking every single grain of salt into a cup. I finally managed to tell her my feelings.
I had everything ready. I set up my restaurant so it would be just me and her. She had told me her favorite food was beef stew with rice, not too oily or too chewy. I knew it would be too fancy for her, but for the first time in my life, I've been very thoughtful of this. I really hope she'll accept my feelings, my heart, how it's been locked in my chest for so long.
She came in from the exit door of the kitchen. It was her day off, so I told her yesterday to come here at 7 PM to just have dinner with me, and she accepted it. She came to the main eating area of the restaurant, surprised by how the atmosphere was smooth and romantic. Candles were lit, a rose in a small vase on the middle table was there, and beef stew was already plated on the table, and soft, smooth jazz was playing.
"Chef- I mean Vincent... This is," I was holding a bouquet of roses to her and held my gaze at her with a soft, rare smile. "Y/N, may I have this dinner with you?" I pull out a chair for her to sit down, and she follows in. That beautiful smile on her face was enough to make me happy. She held the flowers as if they were the best gift she had ever received.
She started eating the beef stew and had that satisfaction sigh as she chewed She looked up at me with those innocent eyes of wonder. "This is the best I've ever eaten, but are you not gonna eat yourself?" She noticed I had never served myself, but I avoided her question.
"Can I tell you something? Something I had never told anyone before?" I said with uncertainty.
"What is it?"
"When I was a kid, I had lost my sense of taste; I couldn't taste anything. I tried everything to the point that I had eaten worms and bugs, and that it didn't work, and ever since then, I have never felt the joy in eating again. I always hated eating, I can't stand eating, but... youโฆ Coming out of nowhere." My voice trembled a bit, and my words became more emotional than the usual coldness I held. I pour out all of my feelings to her into my mouth to say it.
"When I tasted your cooking when you first came here, it was like an explosion in my mouth, like a cure, you gave me a reason to eat again i don't know how why but just, to finally enjoy the taste. It was then that I realized I could only taste your cooking. You... You really left an impact on me."
"Vincent..." I saw that blush on her face, that beautiful shade of pink on her skin, cheeks, and ears. I had touched her heart.
"I think... I had fallen for you..." Those words came out like oil being on fire in a pan. I could feel my face heating up like I was embarrassed or scared that she might reject me.
"Vincent... I never knew I had made an impact on you, but... I accept your feelings, and I hope our relationship will grow." My eyes lit up with relief and gratefulness that she accepted my feelings. I got up from my chair and hugged her small frame tightly as I buried my face on her left shoulder, inhaling her perfume like I needed air to breathe. Finally, something in me was whole now. She was the one I was looking for, my joy, my happiness, my everything that I lost; she was my everything. I really do hope that our love will grow until death do us part.
About 5 years had passed since we were together. It was then I wanted to be with her forever, and so I proposed to her, and then we had a small wedding in my restaurant. My wife, my beautiful wife, whom I swore to never let go, even in poverty, in sickness, and if everything comes to an end. I will always be by her side, and she will stay by my side. We had silver rings that were plain, but I didn't care as long as they showed that we were an officially married couple. It's enough for me to know no one will have her. It wasn't about her cooking anymore. I love her because of how she just treats me like a real person, not a cold chef who doesn't care about their cooksโฆ. in which I am. She never flinches when I yell, I don't deserve her, her kindness but I really loved her. I thank her for the memories we shared, the hardships, the sadness, and the moments of love.
