「culinary artist」

[HIATUS] Independent & Private Kill la Kill original character Two star president of the Culinary Club Please read the rules before interacting!

[ryouri]

lelium → ryouri

ryouri: 1. noun, auxillary suru verb: cooking, cookery, cuisine 2. dealing with something, handling, administration, management

[ryouri]

oof!! I need to learn how to code in pop up boxes, how do you kids do this coding thing

also revamping Hanako’s character a bit. her personality will be the same, just gonna give her background and junk some sprucing up. oh & she’ll be renamed Hanaya Kenichi, for raisins i’ll explain later

[jejejjan]

[koyossei]

MY HEART IS POUNDING, GIRL. IT`S A GOOD FEELING.

AESTHETIC ( friendship / love ) // Hanako &&. Nonon

→ @lelium

[ryouri]

tricitycosplayer:

Disappointed in her work, Aya unfolded the flower before speaking up. “Heh I am. It seems I have to do it again. It’s a simple flower design but if I skip a step it will come out horrible . Like this one.” She gave Hanako a smile while demonstrating correctly how the flower was done.

“ We have many pairs, besides I can always buy some more or ask a friend to make me more. Is there a specific style or color that you want?” Aya hummed when pulling out her prepared needle with thread to close in her flower. “Come. We can check what we have available in the props section of my club.”

Hanako blinked once. Then twice. Then she just tilted her head to the side slightly as she watched Aya work at the fabricated flower and mulled over a response. She wasn’t familiar with accessories nor how to accessorize to begin with. 

“... Which would best suit me?” She asked, almost shyly and would wait for Aya to rise from her seat before she’d stand up herself. The chef felt like she could trust the other’s opinion on such a thing, since she works with the dang stuff on a daily basis.

[koyossei]

💔

WARM AND FUZZY MEME.

your muse comforting mine after their heart is broken

【 ♬ 】—

       THE NIGHT NONON CONFESSED her feelings to Satsuki was at the end of fall. It started out on impulse, the thought of admitting her long-time love played in different scenarios in her head, making her unable to sleep. That was when she decided to leave. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she ran towards her house to finally burst out the feelings she has kept inside herself for so long. Her heals clacked against the pavement &&. echoed throughout the empty streets, no sign of life save for the woman racing against the weather, a rush of fresh air biting her cheeks as the first signs of winter about to come. 

       That night, it rained. 

       The rejection was inevitable, but she never thought she would storm out the mansion in the middle of a storm, aimless &&. detached from herself, an out of body experience where she was not in control, &&. despair crushed down on her psyche all at once. It was better that it rained. That way, she wouldn`t have to admit she was crying when the rain meshed perfectly well with her tears; sad, lonely tears she won`t admit ever fell down from her face in the first place. That`s when she realized she was at Hana`s doorstep, sopping wet &&. breathless, but immediately welcomed inside with concern for the visibly pained heiress. 

       Nonon didn`t display any signs of heartbreak, simply asking, “Can I come inside?” She entered before gaining Hana`s approval. She was silent save for the enthusiastic, “I`m fine,” or, “I wanted to see you,” when Hana brought her a warm towel to dry off with; artificial in its delivery yet sincere to her word. 

       “I`m fine,” she kept repeating.

       She now sat at the end of the living room couch, clutching a hot cup of tea for warmth with a thick cotton blanket wrapped around her shoulders. 

       “I already knew this was how it was going to turn out,” she started, forcing a smile that may as well crack her features like porcelain, ready to spill the waterworks through the gaps that threatened to break.

       “It was dumb to feel this way from the start, ne?”

☆┊meme. ( ACCEPTING )

[ryouri]

It hurt.

To see this girl, her friend, who’s faced otherworldly beings in combat and helped the Earth live to see its future, absolutely torn up and struggling to keep the pieces together. Hanako stood there, by her side, patiently listening to the girl’s attempts at not breaking.

No, she wasn’t having any of it.

In a swift motion, the chef suddenly moved so she was standing in front of the other and clapped her hands against Nonon’s cheeks. The impact wouldn’t sting, it was just loud as delicate porcelain collided with the conductor’s own. 

“Stop it, Nonon.” She didn’t use any honorifics at that moment, addressing her friend as an equal as she gently held Nonon’s cheeks and tilted her head up to look her in the eye. Though the bubblegum princess wouldn’t be met with Hanako’s usual blank expression, she was regarded with softened features.

Hanako didn’t understand love, she had only begun familiarizing herself with the love friends share — she was a complete stranger to romance, but she didn’t want this experience to put up anymore walls around her friend’s heart. She couldn’t stand the mere thought of it.

“No feelings of yours are foolish.” She begins softly yet with unwavering confidence. Confidence in the girl in front of her. “Because they belong to you. They will grow from this and be ready for the one you were born to share them with, but only if you don’t turn your back on them.”

[justintaco]

The Kill la Kill dub is A+

[ryouri]

long time no see, hanako ✧

[ryouri]

i think i burned the cupcakes.

“hm..”

    the chef inspected the overly baked goods in question with     a slight cant of her head. there was no doubting it, the cupcakes     were indeed burnt — the two were simply too distracted     with their conversation that the cakes met their fiery doom     in the oven as they chatted away.

    this would be when you’d expect the unsalvageable cupcakes     to find a new home within the bin, something that always     happened in Hanako’s kitchen at Honnouji Academy whenever     one of her club members made a mistake with their cooking,     but no. 

    the girl lifted one of the cakes to her mouth and took a bite,     all with her infamous pokerface.

[ryouri]

  “An hour delay...” 

The girl would quietly repeat to herself as she stepped onto the busy airport floor with her hooded gaze focused on her phone’s screen. It had practically been a year since the chef left for France to broaden the horizons of her training, practically a year since Honnouji Academy disappeared into the sea along with its city. Practically a year since everyone went their separate ways, heading down their chosen paths that would lead them to their ideal futures.

                       But, of course each of them were still connected by a single red fiber.

  Hanako herself was never the social butterfly, but she was sure to send her friends at least one lengthy email each month to let them know how she was doing and then of course, would read their responses with a fond smile. 

But... one thing she didn’t do was send pictures of herself. Not because she didn’t want to, she was usually just too occupied or exhausted from busy days for video chats and the like — it just slipped her mind! The girl did feel bad about this after she realized her carelessness and planned on apologizing profusely to her friends. 

                                                                        Her friends...

  Delicate cheeks lightly flushed at the thought of seeing them again, especially after so long — a part of her hoped they would still be able to recognize her, which was silly since the only things that have changed about the girl is the style of her hair and a tint of colour was finally added to her skin’s tone. 

The grip on her phone tightened ever so slightly in anticipation as Hanako peered into her list of contacts, pondering on who to call first and her caramel hues lingered on the name of a certain bubblegum haired heiress.

✧  ✧  ✧  @koyossei  

[mrninjafist]

[tsunchii-archived-deactivated20]

@itai-doshin

[koyossei]

Please give me that sweet taste

AESTHETIC ( friendship / love ) | Nonon &&. Hanako

→ @lelium

[ryouri]

@saikouchox

     the snowy haired girl stared down at the screen of her phone, caramel hues focused on the lettering of a certain kendo monkey’s name. busy with her schooling and training, Hanako didn’t have much time for socializing other than the occasional group get together. how long has it been since they’ve spoken? just the two of them, one on one? 

     she was embarrassed by her distance, which was surprising for her since she hasn’t felt shame for something like that before. Hanako inhaled slowly before finally tapping the ‘send’ button.

[to: konnyaku king]:

Sanageyama ! o(^・x ・^)o How have you been ?

[kawaii-power-beam]

[ryouri]

BOLD ANY FEARS WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. ITALICIZE WHAT MAKES THEM UNCOMFORTABLE.

the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched. jump scares.

tagged by: @koyossei i tag: no one, haHAHA

[koyossei]

【 ♬ 】—

       AWE-STRUCK. That was the only way to describe how the heiress felt in an instant: absolutely in total awe. Normally undeterred by such common displays of emotions, Nonon couldn`t help but wonder why her heart skipped a beat at the sound of Hanako`s melodious laughter. The feeling made her swell up with so much joy in her heart, she wanted nothing more than to hear that beautiful chime for the rest of her life. 

        She almost forgot that she wasn`t saying anything for a full minute, most likely looking like a slack-jawed idiot for staring at her friend that was less than comfortable to admit. She reverted back to a more cheery disposition to conceal her over-whelming feelings of love, ignoring the staccato beat in her chest with a smile && a nervous laugh that was close to being obnoxious.

       “I never gave you your gift yet, Hana-cchi,” Nonon jumped up from her seat abruptly, scurrying away towards the Christmas tree in the corner of the living room before returning back to where Hanako was sitting. 

       ‘What is wrong with me… ?’ She wondered. It was only a smile from a friend! Yet here she is: needing a moment to breathe as a rosy hue bloomed on her cheeks. Sure, it was rare for a girl as stoic && frigid as Hanako to break down her stone walls, with a smile so pretty it could thaw out a cold heart, making summer look like winter by comparison. 

       AH! There she goes again making up sonnets as magenta eyes gazed back at her caramel with an expression that could not be platonic. It`s not even that serious, for goodness sake!

       She placed the small box on the other girl`s lap, carefully encased with sparkling white wrapping paper with a satin pink bow on top, sure to divert her attention to something more eye-catching. At least, away from how flustered she felt at the moment.  “I hope you like something as tacky as having matching rings with your best friend, because you`re not allowed to have a refund on this one.” Her tone was rough, but there was still a small hint of laughter in the end to make it appear like her typical hard-edge sense of humor. It was not like the intruding title was a reminder to herself, right?

[ryouri]

As dense as she was, even Hanako noticed the hint of nervousness in her friend’s laugh-- she hurried away so swiftly too! Softened caramel hues would watch the pinkette intently as she returned with the small box and found her cheeks growing warm at the mere thought of Nonon taking the time to purchase a gift for her. 

“Matching rings...?” The currently not-so-stoic girl parroted curiously as she gingerly peeled the wrapping paper away, setting the bow aside on her lap since she planned on keeping it as well. As her pale fingers freed the box from the layer of pretty wrapping, she pictured Nonon looking for the rings-- either in the company of one or two of their other friends, or even alone, browsing rows of jewelry for the perfect pair. 

It was the image of Nonon’s magenta eyes lighting up when she found them that prompted Hanako’s lips to curl into another gentle smile. 

She mused with a rare hint of joy in her tone as she opened the box. "--It’s almost like we’re married.”

[ryouri]

blog is officially on hiatus! just to let people know that it isn’t dead, my attention has just been elsewhere (ffxiv, something u have to pay to play every month tfw) I’d never close this blog unless everyone I luv left. I will be on from time to time bc I can’t stay away, but I’ll only be doing threads with close friends till xiv hell is over. if you wanna find me still then my ffxiv blog is celesiel ! thank you so much to everyone who hasn’t left me throughout my inactivity ♥