Love Sick Souls

An Indie Multimuse Blog for Various Otome Characters!

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thereadiedwarrior‌:

@roseteinte { CECIL ! } || cont from {x}

She practically throws herself in front of the mirror, double checking her appearance. Her tail, fluffy. Her ears, twitching, but there’s not a strand of fur that’s sticking out of place. Not that she can see, anyway. Eyes, bright, everything perfect! She can almost hear Cassia’s voice in background, “El, you’re glowing you know. Why, you should jump up on stage right now!”

Does she have everything she wants to bring? Yeah, it’s all set to go in her trusty pack! It’s just extra, small baking equipment she’s not sure if he has… She’s been bouncing with excitement ever since they agreed to bake something together, just something simple. Of course, she’s no stranger to baking; this little rabbit is a pro! But there’s something real special about making a… could you call it a house call? Bakers don’t really do all that… but this is just friends helping friends, right? Absolutely!

Really, Eloise is glad to have gotten to know the town’s librarian better. Since she frequents the library, she’s wanted to be familiar with him at least, but to actually be friends, and to help him out, that’s a lot better. It’s not as though ruckuses in the library haven’t been caused around her… even if it’s often not her fault, but the case of others around her, she still wants to make it up to Cecil.

She’ll do her best to make sure this pie turns out to be really good!

Quickly, she leaves her house and hops right over to Cecil’s. The town isn’t big, so she’s there in no time! Is she there early? Probably, but she absolutely didn’t want to be late for this very, very important… day! Time to knock, knock, knock..! She doesn’t do it with too much force, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t moving fast, light on her feat, humming as she awaits Cecil. She hears lots of movement, and then a pause, before the doorknob finally moves. There..!

“Hello, I—”

–am here, Mister Cecil..!

Had been what she planned on saying, but her words are cut off as the door closes again. She blinks. Is everything okay? Is he okay? That had been him, right? What happened? Is she here too early? Had she been the wrong person? No… Cecil seems like the person that wouldn’t mix schedules, huh? Then… Wait, did he change his mind about wanting her here? He.. wouldn’t do that either, would he? Hmm… she tilts her head. Should she knock again?

“…”

Certainly she’s confused! But… oh! The door is opening again, thank goodness!

“That’s okay! I am a little early!” She laughs, honestly glad everything is okay. “So… Yes, let’s get started! Thank you for having me over!” And carefully, Eloise enters Cecil’s residence. It’s very nice! Very suiting to him, she thinks. It’s very homey.

She follows him to the kitchen, eyes darting around the area after she sets down her supplies, examining the space they’re working with, when his question hits her. Check the pack for the… the… apron..! How could she, a baker, forget her trusty apron? That’s right… in her hurry to get outside, she left the one she meant to bring, neatly, on her rack. She meant to put in her pack with the rest of her things, but she ended up scurrying too fast to recall it.

Whoops!

“I… left it at home. Seems I bounced over here in such a rush… But I really didn’t want to late at all! You really never know what sort of foot traffic awaits a bunny…” There really is a lot of that… Considering all the recent events and all. But..! He’s offering one of his! Should she take it..? She…

I’d love to borrow one! It’s much better than suddenly jumping home to get mine… That’d be rude!

“I’ll borrow one, if you really don’t mind, Mister Cecil! Thank you very much!” She moves to the rack, looking over all the ones hanging, before she grabs one and puts it on over her clothes. Now she’s ready for business, for sure! She whirls back around, looking directly at Cecil, and… oh, she notices that the aprons are rather similar, which makes sense, considering they both belong to him… Fitting, if they’re going to be baking together, in the same place, then it’s kind of like a uniform, right? Actually, it’s more… wouldn’t that be a couple thing? Her parents did that sort of thing too, now that she thinks about it…

Which is precisely why she’s going to stuff those thoughts back down in the hole! She has to have a clear head to bake right! Well… There’s always all that “Love’s a secret ingredient that makes everything taste better!” But! But! But!! She has to bake! Alongside Cecil! She’s got this! For sure!

She shakes her head and smacks her cheeks, stretches out her arms and does a small hop for her legs. Cecil’s ready, so she is too!

“Yes! Apple pie’s a classic, and it’s really simple to make! We don’t wanna go too tough, when this is supposed to be fun.” She wants Cecil to enjoy baking after all, and a tried and true recipe is just what she needs in this situation to make sure things really go smoothly! “I’m sure it’ll turn out well if we work together, and do our best! To start… We need to make the dough!” Well, first she moves to wash her hands, and then she gets cracking with measuring out the basis to the dough. “We put this together and mix it up..!”

{ ✧ } - His face seemed to brighten further, if possible, seeing her in the cutesy apron. It suited her well, perfectly so, he believed! The gentle yet bright pastel hue with small patches stitched with dedicated hands by none other than his oldest daughter who was not very old at all. The thought of his little girl putting her heart into the apron… he'll make sure to channel those very same efforts into this pie!  

{ ✧ } - “Pupsie was the one who decorated these.” He ran over the stitches with his feathers, and in doing so his nerves settle at the remembrance of his kids, eyes growing warmer as he looked over her. “If you liked it, I'm sure she would be more than happy to hear that. All of them are so cheery when you and Cassia read to them. They've grown quite fond of you. I have too.” Unconsciously, his wings move from his apron to her head, patting her head in way that can only be called gentle.

{ ✧ } - .. ?!

{ ✧ } - Pause! What did he just say?! And what is he doing?! Surely she must think him a complete creep, for having shut the door in her face and now touching her head so suddenly! He retracts his wings at once! His heart suddenly start getting the best of him, once again, pounding so erratically in his chest.

{ ✧ } - “I-I’m sorry! I'm not sure what came over me...” He retreats a few steps away from her to open more distance. He knew exactly what came over him. He recalled the aforementioned library session and how adorably cute she looked when she was reading out in different voice for characters alongside her best friend and he couldn't help but think ‘I really love her.’ Ah… but he really is a dummy, the biggest dummy. A love struck dummy, who wishes he could be a prince when he is nothing but a librarian who loses himself in those tales of wonder and awe.

{ ✧ } - He remains quiet, afraid that he would continue to do weird things that scare her. He first washed his feathers, then he went right to measuring the ingredients and setting them each aside appropriately. But as he is himself, his thoughts begin to wander and he ends up speaking out. So much for trying to withdraw.

{ ✧ } - “... Again, I'm sorry. I've been acting weird.” He leveled off the flour, flecks flicked onto his cheeks while he spoke. “It's not often I have guests anymore, perhaps I've been too excited.” It’s true that aside from a certain snake, he had little time to frequently allow any visitors. Not even his old gang members had time to allot a dinner together. For his first in so long to be her, he is, just slightly, overwhelmed.

{ ✧ } - “Things have changed quite a bit since we've grown up. I believe that could be why I enjoy watching you and Cassia read, quite the duo you two have always been.”

{ ✧ } - He laughs lightly, his memories of nights next to his old friends emerging. Not that he could call his youth a particularly delightful time, having wasted much of it with his supposed ‘gang.’ Though the members were very close, honest people, and many kept in touch via letters, most of them had left the small town for the big city. Perhaps in another time, he could have grown up alongside Eloise, a few years her senior he have been, but looking after her with a calm heart… that may had been possible if he was not so foolish. Then, he would still find contentedness in this quiet town, in her smile and in her eyes, but that possibility was not reality, and instead he kept his distance from her for his years of childhood. 

{ ✧ } - He can’t hold back his sigh. It was not that he hated this town, far from it, he loved it. However… it was hard not to yearn to drift into the fluff of the clouds, to sweep through the stars and watch them ripple, to listen the lull of the moon from the roof of his house in which he sometimes sat and idly watched the night. 

{ ✧ } - The highest point he could reach was no further than standing on his toes, arms stretching forward.

{ ✧ } - But her... well, he’s sure just one hop will be higher. 

{ ✧ } - But he was not unhappy with where he stood, with two children chipper as can be. The cheers of ‘I'm home!’ and ‘Welcome home!’ were something he often looked forward to. If not for his kids, he’s sure he would have left the village as well, find a place where the word home could better suit his home. However, they love this village so here he stays, living his fantasy simply through books and stories. Through thrilling stories, and heart thumping romance, he imagine a life that was not… his own. As a protagonist… not a side character who lives merely to smile and nod. Yes… he is willing to live life day by day in quiet steps, for them, who make his days saturated with love. 

{ ✧ } - “Eloise, if I may ask,” He cuts the cold butter through the flour. “Aside from recipe books, is there a genre that you find yourself to love? A story that you can read over and over again?”

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‘LET’S BAKE’ - Eloise {For Cecil!}

send me ‘LET’S BAKE’ to bake a fall recipe with my muse; randomly generated, using this generator

>  APPLE PIE

{ ✧ } - Butterflies are gathering in his stomach, heart fluttering, feathers puffing, fluffing- he’s so happy, he might start crying! Cecil inhales a deep breath, shaking out his wings to ease the excitement, there’s no time for tears, not a second to spare- everything has to be in tip top shape for when Eloise arrives! 

{ ✧ } - As their relationship had the chance to develop over her many hops in the library, the baker and the bird,. he liked to think, became rather close friends- and this would be the first time she would visit his home to help him bake a treat! Though he might have grown to be familiar in her presence, the thumping in his chest when his mind filled itself with thoughts of her.. they never quite subsided. In fact, with each meeting, he swore he could feel himself falling in love her with all over again, and even harder than the last.

{ ✧ } - Now… if only he could tell her that.

{ ✧ } - N-no, no- what’s he even thinking? There’s no way she would like someone like him, right? There are so many other people in town who could give her so much more, who are interesting and exciting, what he has to offer... well, it’s not very much- he’s just Cecil. If she were a princess… well, he would be a town’s man. But- but that’s not such a bad thing, he shakes his head to rid the thoughts, even if he can spend some time and make her smile for even just for a second then he’ll be the happiest bird on the block!

{ ✧ } - So he’ll do just that today, make her smile! She’s helping him learn to expand his mental cook book, so he should stay on the bright side of things! After all, while he’s not a bad baker, it can be pretty tough to prepare anything when he lacks the hands to make anything look particularly pretty. Which is a must when he’s the father of two little girls who are quick to judge his cooking on its appearance.

{ ✧ } -It’s a hurdle that, step by step, flap by flap, he’s striving to fly right over with the help of Eloise!

{ ✧ } - As he’s standing there, head in the clouds, broom between his feathers- a soft knocking on the door shakes him out of his daze. That must be her-!!

{ ✧ } - He shoves the broom back into its proper place in the closet, rushing up to the door, before he hesitates. Is he looking okay? Soothing out the wrinkles on his apron, fixing his hair, alright! 

{ ✧ } - He cracks open the door, with a warm smile perched on his face.... until he actually sees her, bouncing lightly on her toes,

{ ✧ } -he closes the door. She looked so cute...! Her hair already tied up so as not to get in her way... It’s not the first time he’s seen her like this, after all, he’s been her costumer, and she his. But this... this... this is the first time she’s visiting his home, and she looks this cute! This cute..!! He completely love struck..! Is it okay to let her in? His kids are at school, Snookie out doing whatever Snookies do, meaning they’re going to all alone in a setting outside of work! Cecil might just be an owl... but an owl is still a beast...!!! His face is burning, was this a bad idea...??

{ ✧ } - Deep breathes, he’s going to open the door... and if she’s still there... he’ll invite her in, and be a normal person.... and if she’s gone, he’ll go lay in bed and pretend he doesn’t exist because what person just shuts the door in the face of the person they like.

{ ✧ } - “Hello...?” He turns the knob, and to his relief and embarrassment, she’s still standing there, albeit with confusion present on her expression. “Sorry about that..! I just wasn’t expecting you to come so soon and I panicked rushed to finish preparing. I thought you were Snookie who needed something for a moment so,” No he didn’t. “I opened the door quickly. Let’s get started..!”

{ ✧ } - Leading her through his comfortable little home to his kitchen was nice, and he hopes that this won’t be the last but he can’t help but be tense from head to toe. If he slips up, everything’ll probably go wrong. That’s how it usually goes in the life of Cecil. 

{ ✧ } - “Oh, Eloise, did you bring your own apron? I have a few spare ones you could wear,” He pauses, that would mean they would be wearing matching aprons... He feels the heat rise to his face again, no, no, no, no, stop, Cecil, he can’t have another nervous fit when she’s already in his house. “T-They’re just over there on that rack, pick whichever you’d like...!” He shuffles awkwardly over to the counter where he placed all of the ingredients for their chosen dessert..

{ ✧ } - “Uhm, so the recipe you said that would be good would be apple pie? I trust your judgement, I think the kids will like it too. I’ll be doing my best, so I hope it turns out well!”

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send me ‘LET’S BAKE’ to bake a fall recipe with my muse; randomly generated, using this generator.

Pumpkin pie

Apple pie

Pumpkin roll

Butterbeer

Butterscotch cookies

Cranberry-walnut cookies

Homemade apple cider

Beef stew

Candy apples

Pumpkin bread

Pumpkin cheesecake

Pot roast

Hot cocoa cookies

Homemade hot cocoa

Gingerbread 

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I-I-I like you! Please go out with me! す、す、好きです！付き合ってください！

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i will continue to love you forever. これからもずっと好きだよ。

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number1sobadeliveryman:

He was going to to kick him out but would give him a second or two to explain himself. Not that this boy’s explanation made any sense what-so-ever, again he goes on about daikons. What’s his fixation? He sighed. This person might actually be too dumb to be a reporter. This more or less just feels like an interrogation of the competition now. He says he’s an idol but he’s not one Gaku has ever heard of. He’d remember someone this eccentric, that’s for sure.

This was mostly all stuff he’d heard before but the whole country bumpkin thing felt especially familiar, like someone else from TRIGGER had a similar upbringing. Maybe this kid’s just an honest person trying to make a living as well. He can’t be mad about that. He continued to listen while Ryotaro raved about some great manager he had and the typical going to conquer the idol world type speech. It’s always nice to have people look up to him though, he’s doing his job well if he’s accomplishing this. However the boy’s final question took his thoughts entirely away from being an idol.

“Tsumugi?” He repeated, sans the honorific as if it didn’t exist. This boy, who just randomly showed up in his room to ask questions and then tell his life story actually knew Tsumugi. That in itself made him absurdly curious. “Yes, I know her. But isn’t she IDOLiSH7’s manager? How is she your manager as well? Do you belong to Takanashi Productions?” Now he was the one with too many questions though he kept most of them to himself.

{ ✰ } - “That I do! A proud member of it too, IDOLiSH7 is the spotlight of the company, and I’m glad they shine so brightly, but... I’m sure my chance’ll come!.. Eventually... I’m sure you’re not interested in that part though, Yaotome-sir-san-sir, judging by how you reacted when I mentioned Tsumugi-san.” He’s sort of jealous that he doesn’t quite get the same opportunities as other under the company, maybe if he did, he wouldn’t have had to meet Yaotome-san in such a manner that would potentially get him blacklisted from any concert to happen from here on out... but he really does want to support IDOLiSH7. If he can’t grow to stardom with his energy, then as long as they can, he’ll be happy.

{ ✰ } - “But I take it that you really do know Tsumugi-san!” Quite personally taking into account the lack of honorifics and first name basis, but maybe Yaotome-san was just that sort of guy. A cool ‘Mannerisms don’t exist in this house’ kind of guy. “Y’know what a nice girl she is then, right? I thought that maybe if I went to scoped out how TRIGGER’s concerts were, and reported back to her, then she would think ‘Oh! Katagiri-kun, good job!’ and smile at me! She has the smile of an angel, don’t you think so too..!” He says that last part in a voice quiet, and yet... love struck.

{ ✰ } - It was pretty clear just how much he valued her, but Tsumugi-san was just..! She was so wonderful! Telling him not to go back to the country to continue on his family’s grocer and attend a marriage meeting, and don’t get him started on the time she told him that the vegetable a man she liked would be... a radish! It was like fate pulling their strings together, it must have been! The gods wouldn’t play with his heart like this, if it weren’t.

{ ✰ } - “So, Yaotome-san, knowing all of that, d’you mind sitting down with me? Or maybe we can talk about things over lunch, I’ll pay..!” With.. with what little money he has, but he doesn’t need to tell him that. “Maybe if you help me, Tsumugi-san will think ‘Goodness gracious, Yaotome-san sure is mighty nice for helping us..! I’ll have to thank him next time!”

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thereadiedwarrior:

For the Eighth Division Captain, this patrol is just light any other. His Blues the main indicator of his status as a member of the Shinsengumi, Heisuke stretches and then readjusts this blue haori of his. Ah, yet another day of people stepping aside, of rogue ronin up to their old tricks, and of making sure all those small conflicts are stopped. These days are tension-filled, and he still has questions spinning in head, but without a good big fight – or any news for Chizuru’s sake, Heisuke finds these days just as usual as the last. Someday soon, they’ll have to move, but for now, the city is their floor.

Wait… didn’t Hijikata say something about some important arrival recently? If that’s the case, why’s he the one stuck on patrol duty while they tend to that? Then again, a city safe is just as important… Kyoto’s a big place, dangerous, and he supposes the biggest little things could still happen here. All right! Back to the pace!

As usual, the streets are quite crowded, with bustle (and the evasion of eye contact). He likes this sort of energy, definitely! There’s laughter, it’s the sort of festivities that do indicate that said important arrival, but details gone are details yet learned, unless… he’s not recalling something important. Whatever, it’ll hit him, he’s sure of it!

Now, it’s hard to ignore commotion and even more difficult to just brush off a flash that charges into one of the alleys, breaking through crowds. Not that the people themselves seem too concerned, only glancing in the direction or quickly pulling their children along. But, it’s sort of his job to investigate something like this, so he tells his division to go on ahead while he solos it. That’s right, without thinking too much into the minor details, and with a hand carefully placed upon his blade, he moves right in, near the alley, finding the “bolt” he saw to be a young girl, likely around his age.

Step a bit closer, and she faces him, a look of worry crossing her, before she speaks, almost frantically at that. What had it been to cause her to run so quickly? To breathe so heavily? Not that he really recognizes who she could be… but distant calls from those that sound familiar to some of the high up, regal guards give him hints… ah, so he did forget a detail about that arrival… but it’s not entirely clicking - just that those guys are looking for her. Not that he’s really willing to just shove her back over to them – it’s kind of not great to be rough with a girl, and considering recent events, he’d know someone that wouldn’t be happy, and that’s definitely no good!

She’s certainly suspcious, but she doesn’t seem dangerous, and he has his swords, so things should be fine!

“A game? A-Ah, sure! Why not! Can’t leave a someone lost hanging, and it sounds like fun!” Just what he needs to add something exciting to his day, too! If he wins… then he’‘d probably just help her out a little anyway, with the promise that she’d not, well, run through crowds like that again. That’s the kind of chase that usually draws swords to the scene! Actually… maybe he’d make her come back with him, to see what Hijikata’d have to say on the matter - and he sort of wants Chizuru to have another friend too! So he moves straight ahead, “I’ll play!” And with no real hesitation, he’s eager to learn (and not lose!). And he makes sure that the coast is clear around them too - no need to be interrupted by an attack.

{ ✿ } - For a young man who seemed as capable as he was, she’s surprised things were going so smoothly. In her town, she would’ve been picked up, and hauled away before she could even have a chance to talk... but considering how many times she’s tried to pull this, it’s to be expected that someone ought be to looking for her by now, while her brother sighs into his hands. Amane can’t help but wonder how many times she’s made him do that within the last few months she’s been around him.

{ ✿ } - “That’s... that’s ab-so-lute-ly lovely! Come closer, uhm, b-boy...” Does she sound like a regular, foreign tourist? She’s not really sure how ‘normal city people’ act anymore, not since her tutors had trained her never to speak, act, or look like a commoner... although Amane’s pretty awful at acting like royalty as well. Hopefully the puzzle pieces likethe regal guards that were running frantically in her direction, before she bolted to behind the boxes, make it clear that this country bumpkin of a princess was even a princess to begin with.

{ ✿ } - Regardless of her strange antics, she happily shuffles closer. “So, you see these x’s that that form with the string, Sir? You grab them from the sides and pull them over to form a different puzzle that also has a pair of x’s to pull... if you accidentally let go of the string, break the puzzle, or can’t solve it, then I win..!” 

{ ✿ } - Although she tries to hold a persona of a weird tourist, who couldn’t possibly be royalty, or a local, she can’t help but let it all drop when she explains the game. It held so much nostalgia to her heart, playing it with the town’s kids... It feels so refreshing to talk to someone who had no knowledge of her lineage. As she was told, the kindness she was being shown when someone knew of her importance was only an act, so to be talking to someone who genuinely... genuinely wanted to play this children’s game... that much is...! That much i-is...!

{ ✿ } - Sniff... sniff..!

{ ✿ } - Don’t cry..! Don’t cry...! As if she needed to be an even bigger weirdo in a way that isn’t a planned part of her act..! If she cries now, he’ll probably call for help and she’ll be swept away.. or even worse, the one person who was willing to talk to her so kindly would be scared away..! She can’t wipe her eyes when the string is holding her hands together though, even though she’s usually one to cheer someone on even in a bet like this... please lose...! Mr. Stranger, please lose...! It might just be the first puzzle to solve, but she’s really hoping he’ll lose so she can have a normal day, exploring the town with someone’s aid..!

{ ✿ } - “A-ahem,” She blinks quickly, hoping to hold in the sudden tears. “Please do your best, Sir, I hope to have a fair game..!” Please!! Lose!! Mister!! Stranger!!

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//Surprise!!!!!! I’m not dead (entirely)

But uhm! I’ll be resuming activity on this blog soon, as well as changing the theme and adding!! Some new characters! And taking some off. The ones I’ve removed are Mitsuki Izumi (Idolish7) and Manboy (Ozmafia)

As for the ones I’ll be adding, the one character who’s for sure being added to the family is!

Kazuki Hoshino from Collar x Malice

As for potential other characters, I’m debating between Kotoho Sakuragawa, and Uno Shion (because he’s cute) both from the same series as Kazuki!

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{ ✿ } - Being married off to a man she hardly knows is as big as a nightmare can get for this small country bumpkin; unfortunately, her reality of that nightmare draws nearer and nearer with each passing day. ‘We’ll be leaving the country, passing waters, so you can meet your fiance.’ Fiance...  She sighs, her elder brother says it so lightly, brushing off her protests.

{ ✿ } -  And within less than a week, Amane is set on a ship that’d set sail to a place she’d only read in a textbook. As the ship is parked to the doc, Soshi barks at her to stay where she is, as he and the guards leave to arrange something she doesn’t quite pay attention to. All eyes will be on her figure soon, but th-there are so many people! Amane may be a princess from birth, but there’s not a soul more unfitting for this role than herself. That much is very clear to her as she gives only a mere glance to the townspeople, and butterflies already begin to flutter back and fourth within her stomach.

{ ✿ } - Much to her agitated dismay, she can only sit and wait for those days to come- or she’d once planned to. She analyzes her surroundings. Soshi... he wasn’t present, he was discussing something with people below, and the guards followed him. Now would be her chance..! A chance to leave this cursed plan in which she played a role as small as a pawn! Even just temporarily.

{ ✿ } - However, she’s already aware there’s little room to sneak, so her only option is a rather reckless one... 

{ ✿ } - But she’s going to sprint.

{ ✿ } - Around the guards, as long as she doesn’t stop, then there lays a chance for her dreams to be free, no longer caged by demands. Wanting to get every minute she can, she grabs a hold of her kimono so it won’t hinder her, and runs. 

{ ✿ } - The plan quickly falls into error as numerous guards find themselves chasing after her, grabbing her arm, but she kicks, yells, wiggles her way to freedom, there’s no chance to catch her breath, and into the crowds that cover the streets of Kyoto. Her lungs and legs are begging for rest so she quickly ducks into a nearby alley, charging behind a stack of crates, falling to her knees to make herself small-

{ ✿ } - “Phew....” She brushes a lock of hair behind her ear. She wasn’t going to hear the end of from Soshi, and perhaps this may as well put her under another long case of house arrest- but how did he expect her to learn the world without stepping foot in it! Especially in such foreign lands, an area much more traditional in comparison to her country. Now was most definitely the time to explore!

{ ✿ } - Not wanting to waste the time she had, she raises her head. Stands up, peeking out to the crowds, the buildings behind them- the atmosphere and all was so incredible..! Was the town in which she resided in also this lively? She never did have the chance to find out. Ready to attempt to blend into the crowd, footsteps from behind, catch her attention, turning her view, and... uh oh... he looks like he’s pretty suspicious of her, and the stranger looked like he wasn’t just anyone. She really doesn’t want to brought back, not yet! She decides the last choice is to feign her innocence.

{ ✿ } - “H-hello..! Uhm, sir, I have a request for you! If it’s not too much trouble, would you play a game with me? Just a simple one, it’s called cat’s cradle! To make things fun, if I win, won’t you show me around town? I’m a... a traveler, so these parts are quite foreign..! If you win... then uhm... I’ll do whatever you please!” Assuming that the ‘whatever’ doesn’t mean returning to her brother’s side... To say such things when they’re literally in the middle of alley must make her twice as suspicious however. “Come closer, I’ll teach you how to play!” She pulls a circle of string from her kimono’s pocket, threading it around her fingers and wrists.

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number1sobadeliveryman:

“That so?” His first impression of this total stranger was that he was a fairly average person. Daikon boy? What’s that? That’s entirely beside the point. What did he want and why was he standing in front of his dressing room looking like the very definition of way too excited. Someone with this much energy must be a fan? No? Maybe he wanted an autograph? But How did he slip past security and get here in the first place? Maybe he has some sort of clearance? He can’t rule that out so for now he’d humor whatever request he has and then send him away. However the boy doesn’t ask for anything and instead makes his way for the inside of the room.

“Hey, wait!” It was too late the boy had slipped past him with ease and was already happily examining the room with enthusiasm. Who was he actually and why was he now in his room? He’d never heard his name before was he some sort of newbie? That wasn’t the point anymore the point was that he was now someplace he wasn’t supposed to be and acting like crazed fan. What’s with the note pad? Is he researching something? And what’s so fascinating about a water bottle? “You can’t be here-” the sentence was cut off by a sudden bombardment of questions that was too fast and too much for him to even remember what was asked which was accompanied by a pen being shoved in his face.

“Are you a reporter?! I should have you thrown out if all you want to do is ask questions for a news column. You can contact the agency if you want an interview.” he responded. He was very close to physically pushing the intruder out of his dressing room and slamming the door.

{ ✰ } - “A reporter.. Hmm... I don’t think I could handle that kind of pressure. I’m just a daikon boy... or an undercover spy! That would be fun, don’t you think so?” He pauses. Finally taking in the atmosphere, realizing that perhaps he was too quick to act on his excitement. Yaotome-san looked mighty angry, he does! That was no good, if this kept up he’d fail his mission, and get kicked out in no time flat! Time to turn on that.. amateur idol charm!

{ ✰ } - “I’m not a reporter though, promise! I’m actually an idol, like you! TRIGGER is known quite well so I figured I’d observe to see why!” He scratches his neck bashfully. “After watching your show, it’s pretty clear- inspiring, really! But I wanted to know more about you, and your group.” Ryotaro’s tone lowers, into that of almost a sad tone... “See, I grew up far down in the country side, so this city life is all new t’me. My parents have been telling me to go back home, I’m just a country bumpkin after all.” That tone quickly fades however, his eyes lighting up, bright and gleeful once again. “I’m sure thing would be fine though, I have the best manager in the whole wide world supporting me...! If she believes in me, then I can do just about anything n’ everything, I can!” He flashes a thumbs up. 

{ ✰ } - “For her, I want to do my very best! I want to grow big like you, Yaotome-sir!-” He looks up in thought for mere seconds. “Ahh, now that I think about it, surely you’ve met her before. Do you know Tsumugi-san?”

[number1sobadeliveryman]

Starter for @roseteinte

The concert was over. The fans were happy, some of their cheers could still be heard from the dressing room. However it was a relief to finally relax, enjoy the act of doing nothing for a brief moment. Normally it would be much noisier but the other two members of TRIGGER had gone off somwhere else to do who knows what. He imagined Ryu was having fun talking to someone and Tenn was probably acting all goody-goody to some higher up. His train of thought was completely interupted when he heard a knock on the door.

He wondered who on earth that would be since most people he knows wouldn’t knock they would just come right on in. Maybe it was someone over the concert coming to check up on things. Regardless he should open the door. Getting up from his current position on the couch he walked towards it and opened up to see who it was. It was someone he’d never seen before and who didn’t look like a staff member at all.

“And you are?” he remarked in regards to the person on the other side of the door, standing in the hallway.

[roseteinte-blog1]

{ ✰ } - Perhaps he seemed like a bit of an oddball among the regular fans within the crowd. Scribbling down jot notes of the atmosphere, fan reaction, the amount of people there, and the general vibes that came from the performance. And he must say- it was quite incredible! Their voices were so strong, and the fans never stopped cheering! Unfortunately, as exciting as the whole experience was, Ryotaro found it coming to an end sooner than he’d anticipated. But now... now was time for his several step plan to fall into action!

{ ✰ } - The schedule was quite simple really. Once the show was over, see if could sneak over to one of the stars for an in depth interview about... everything! It didn’t matter who from TRIGGER would have to face his wrath of continuous questions, but at the end of the day, he would report to Tsumugi his findings! So off he ran, assuming that the best place to look would be in their dressing rooms- masking into the crowd until he reached inside of the building, sneaking about like a ninja. His lollygagging did cause for the process of finding a dressing room to take longer than necessary but eventually, his eyes fall to a door labelled... “Gaku Yaotome...! Perfect!” Now or never! He knocks a fist on the door eagerly. An excited grin on his lips as he anticipates the greeting. Once the door cracks open, he’s a bit overwhelmed by the air around them. Scary... but no match for Ryotaro’s unwavering positivity!

{ ✰ } - “Ryotaro Katagiri- a humble daikon boy, sir!” Sir? Was the the proper way to refer to him? Well, surely he won’t mind! Though... Ryotaro was starting to feel rather anxious, being in front of such a big star when he, himself, was a mere rising radish! Even so, he tries shakes off any stiff feelings, he was here for a purpose! For research! And no sorts of hibbie jibbies will be stopping from his goals, no they won’t! “Now then... pardon my rudeness..!” He carefully slips through an opening in the doorway, making his path into the dressing room. Not exactly a discreet way of entering, but step one was accomplished! He scribbles in his little notebook about the surroundings, examining even the water on the desk. “How high class..! I hope our agency will receive the chance to have something like this too...” 

{ ✰ } - Looking back to the well known star with shimmery eyes. “Ahem, Yaotome-san! Or Yaotome-sir? Sir!” He brings the other end of his pen towards Yaotome, as if interviewing him properly with a microphone. “Could you tell me how you feel the concert went? And your aspirations to work so hard? What’s your favourite part of being an idol? What’s the most difficult parts of being an idol? What do you think the future of TRIGGER will be? Do tell!” The tip of his pen touches the note pad again, ready to record all of these very important answers!

[mezzou-blog]

trials to rise

@radishrisingstar

[mf] - Welcome to the industry, no… that sounds too flat… Sougo sighs, trying to place exactly what he wanted to do in terms of greeting Ryoutarou Katagiri, an idol cadet that Takanashi Productions had taken up alongside IDOLiSH7. Their group may be the main focus, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t other idols. They can’t and won’t be the only ones, but he wants to try his best to make a good impression; for a fellow member of the industry and production company, that’s the least he can do. 

“Katagiri-kun,” Sougo finally settles on. He’s the one that was decided upon to help this new, aspiring out, so maybe he should try to be more casual? But that’s difficult, considering how Tamaki had reacted to a more relaxed him (it’s hard to forget the mess that made). “I hope I can help you understand everything properly. While IDOLiSH7 and MEZZO” are still rather new, the president still has entrusted us with this…” He’s glad to be there, of course, but he’s nervous, worried that he’s not the right person, that someone like him isn’t right for helping to guide young dreams. 

[roseteinte-blog1]

{ ✰ } - Ryoutarou’s shining brighter than ever!... Even if all he was doing was waiting on the couch. 

{ ✰ } - ‘A member from IDOLiSH7 will be coming to guide you, so wait patiently for him, okay? Good luck..!’ was what the manager told him, and while he tried to keep his composure- it isn’t quite working. His palms are sweaty as he clenches them tightly. What kind of person would he meet? Someone kind and friendly, someone stern and business like? He’s been to a handful of their concerts, but television taught him that not everyone is the same as their on stage persona.

{ ✰ } - The possibilities of what kind of friend he could make all ran through his mind, when suddenly all of his thoughts came to a sudden stop. Quickly looking up to who’d call his name, his gaze was met with the one and only Sougo Osaka! ‘How incredible..’ he thought.

{ ✰ } - “It’s nice to meet you, Sou-... Osaka-san!!” A swift recovery! He was always a casual people person, but certainly he should be more formal to someone who’s suppose to be a teacher like figure to him. 

{ ✰ } - “Let’s work hard today! I’ll try my best to follow your lead... and even if the company hasn’t been around for too long... It’s inspiring how much effort and love everyone puts in for the sake of it, I think.” His tries to discreetly wipe his palms. He’s more than excited, but that doesn’t stop the anxious butterflies that fill his stomach.