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“Surprise... 💙” “!!”
“You followed me? W-wait, you have a Diamond Dust mode? It's... so beautiful, Gakkun...💜”

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“Surprise... 💙” “!!”
“You followed me? W-wait, you have a Diamond Dust mode? It's... so beautiful, Gakkun...💜”
Aishite imasu 💜💙
Aishiteru mo 💙💜
🔮 🛡 🔪 🍀 🥀
🔮 - What do you have planned for future plots?
Exploring some of KAITO’s modules would be nice. Somewhat related to that, a few of the AUs we’ve been talking about. Writing the entirety of our Venomania-based story, too.
🛡 - Do you feel protective about your muse and their actions?
Yes and no. I love KAITO and relate to him on many levels, but as long as I write him true to my characterization of him and write him well, there is nothing to worry about.
🔪 - How much do you enjoy writing angst threads?
A lot. I enjoy a variety of angsty themes in writing and only avoid a few because of personal dislike/squick. Some need a happy ending (-> hurt/comfort) to be fully enjoyable for me, but I’m generally open to writing threads that deal with angst or have angsty moments.
🍀 - Do you think you have found that perfect RP partner?
YES! I’m so grateful for that because it’s such a rare thing and very hard to find.
🥀 - What instantly kills your enthusiasm for your muse?
I think the only thing that really and thoroughly kills threads/interactions and ultimately, my muse is if I have to wait too long for the other party to react. I can’t keep a thread’s mood or feeling alive for too long and once it’s gone, my replies will never be as good as they could have been. I can literally watch my muse die when it happens and it’s very frustrating.
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Interview with a Mun meme
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I love, love, LOVE “being” KAITO. I love to make him speak and touch, feel, laugh and cry. I love to make him interact with other Vocaloids. Which brings me to the next thing I absolutely adore about RPing him: The other characters’ reactions. There is nothing more awesome than feeling like you’re in a different reality for a few hours. My imagination is pretty vivid, so I can block most of the real world out when writing and that’s just the best escapism thing in the entire world. No offense, real life.
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A minute ago, I felt like lightning had struck me because I realized there were 12 hours between start and finish of my first header (the blue one). It takes me roughly 30 minutes (extremely simple) to 4 hours (complex) to pose something and the same amount of time (sometimes more than 4 hours, though) to edit it, so it varies from 1 to 8 hours for each visual part of a reply. I created images for approximately 50 posts (the majority of which were replies, but not all of them are accessible anymore), so I’d say half of the time I’ve been here went into the creation of images or edits to my theme (aka 2 weeks, maybe?).
Gakupo rushed to Kaito's side, hands suddenly on both of his shoulders while his eyes showed extreme worry and alarm. "Kaito-dono, what's wrong!? Was it something in the tea??"
“Don’t”, he gritted out between coughs, “call me that…” Kaito was on his knees, pressing his right hand on his mouth, bright red streaming down from between his fingers. His head was lowered as he doubled over again, tears forming behind his closed eyelids. The hands stabilizing him by the shoulders didn’t even reach his consciousness for a moment, blocked out by the fear that was clouding his mind. His hand slipping from his lips, he spat just to start coughing again. Breathing rapidly whenever he managed to breathe at all, he held his stomach, covering his mouth with his right hand again. His chest felt like it was being crushed in a vise. “I don’t know”, he whimpered, “I don’t know! Please…” His voice glitched into a shrill mix between a whisper and a whine. “I’m scared. I can’t…breathe.” The desperate sob that followed quickly turned into another coughing fit, bringing out even more blood and making his body tremble. “Help… Please… help me.”