[A/N: So I wasn’t able to get this done in time, but it’s still technically Valentine’s some places in the world. Back to Symphogear this time, and the goodest girl: Yukine Chris. I don’t even quite remember how this idea came to me, but I had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you like reading it, too.]
There was cocoa powder everywhere. Yukine Chris was feeling some amount of exasperation. I’ll make chocolate from scratch, she’d thought. It’s just mixing cocoa, sugar, and water, she’d thought. How hard can it be, she had thought. She had even enlisted the help of Shirabe.
Turned out it was trickier than she had thought. Honestly she should have known the moment she started looking up recipes online, and learned that more went into chocolate-making than she expected. Still, things had been going well enough until she had tried using a hand-mixer to blend the cocoa and sugar. Power to the max, that’s how she rolled! The resulting cloud had startled Shirabe so much that she had knocked the butter off of the counter, and onto the floor. It was a miracle the milk hadn’t been knocked over, though it was now finely dusted.
[A/N: In honour of Matsuura Kanan’s birthday, I have written a little story for her. Not the typical birthday fare I’ve done, since it’s not really tied to the celebration. The title is an homage to the Silly Lilies series. This isn’t the same “universe”, but I was never able to put a proper cap on that series, so why not revisit the KanaRuby ship here, I thought. Ruby tries her best.]
“Here, Kanan-chan!” Ruby bowed her head, and thrust forward a small bag tied shut with a cute, red ribbon.
Kanan accepted the bag. It was very light, and she could feel something shuffling about inside when she moved it. “What’s this?” she asked, though the way it felt gave her some ideas already.
“It’s… they’re chocolates…” Ruby said, seemingly very interested in looking at her shoes.
[A/N: The day is here, Suzukaze Aoba’s birthday. Our little girl’s 20th. I don’t drink, have never been truly drunk, nor am I particularly comfortable being around alcohol and drunk people. Yet still I went ahead and did a story about Aoba’s first time drinking. It feels appropriate for the characters, so I wanted to try. Another challenge to myself, I suppose. But since I have so little experience here, I apologise in advance if this comes off as incorrect. And I’m sorry for my poor attempts at giving Yun an accent.]
Finally she was 20 years old, the big Two Oh, and the others couldn’t make fun of her any longer. Or so she thought.
Very carefully Aoba stuck her tongue into the sake cup, and tested it out. “Ugh, it still doesn’t taste good…” she said without thinking. It had been a year, but somehow she hadn’t quite forgotten that taste. Could she have imagined back then where she would be now?
“Still? Aoba-chan, are you admitting to being a criminal?” Hajime sounded far more amused than surprised. The grin on her face certainly suggested as much.
“Eh? I-I-I-I mean…” Aoba sputtered, a moment of panic seizing her.
[A/N: Back to Love Live Sunshine, I had a silly little idea based on how I keep saying “Watanabe You is a very pretty girl”. She really is, but I imagine she wouldn’t think so herself. So why not have your two girlfriends try to convince you? And I know Riko is usually very secretive about her GL lit, but I like relationships where people are comfortable being open about such things. I like to think these three have reached that stage.]
Watanabe You felt very content with the current state of her life. It was cold outside, so she, Chika, and Riko had gathered at You’s place. They were ostensibly there to study, but as soon as they had gotten under the soothing warmth of the kotatsu those plans had fallen apart.
You was half-asleep gazing the same page in the book she had been from the start, Riko had brought out her own literature, and Chika… glancing across the table, You noticed that Chika was just looking at her. Maybe one could even call it staring.
I really wasn’t sure before today if I was going to do a post on the Fate/Extra anime: Last Encore. Yet here we are.
I knew I was going to look at the first episode, as Nero is my favourite Fate/ servant, and among my favourite fictional women of all. But I honestly wasn’t expecting much, and figured it would be fairly bland and not really worth talking about. After all, they had gone with the boring choice of using the male Hakuno as the protagonist, so the chances of it being any interesting were low indeed. I just wanted to catch a glimpse of Umu.
Then it managed to be so much worse than I imagined, which I find incredible enough that I need to get it out of my system.
[A/N: I have planned for a while to do a birthday fic for New Game‘s Aoba, and was for a while thinking to just lump her and Hifumi’s fics into one, since they’re only like 10 days apart, but then I got an idea for a short stand-alone for Hifumi. Though I didn’t think of it until the 24th, where I re-discovered her birthday is the 23rd, and not the 28th like I for some reason thought. Between that, and some writer’s block, this is very belated. Sorry about that, Hifumi. Will hopefully get Aoba’s out on time, though.
Also, I think this is most actually video-game focused New Game fic I’ve done.]
“Happy Birthday, love!” It was past dinner, and cake had been had at work, so now it was time for the gifting.
“Thank you, sweetie,” Hifumi said as she accepted Aoba’s present. Though as soon as she took hold of it, she had a feeling she knew what it was. Opening it up merely provided confirmation. “Aoba, why do you keep buying me lingerie?” she asked, even though she knew the answer.
“Because you look so great in it,” Aoba said with a grin, while leaving “You look great in anything” unsaid.
[A/N: This idea has been floating around in my head for a while, but hasn’t felt solid enough to actually grasp. Yet in my current ideas drought I figured I’d give it a go anyway. Having a hard time doing any writing these days, which I did sort of expect at this time of year. January is my lowest point in terms of energy, and also in terms of creativity, it seems.
I love Konohana Kitan though, and not getting to see any kisses was really the only thing I felt was missing. Which is why I wanted to write that in myself.]
The lights were out at Konohanatei, and all good attendants were supposed to be asleep so they could get up early in the morning.
But Yuzu wasn’t being good tonight. Sleep was refusing to come claim her, and instead she found herself watching Satsuki’s sleeping face. Though her night vision was excellent, there was still a limit to how much she could actually see. Yet she had seen that cute face enough that she could easily fill in the blanks. The shape of her nose, her long, beautiful hair, and her soft lips. Yuzu definitely wasn’t feeling like a good girl at the moment.
With me trying my best to catch up on KiraKira Precure a la Mode before the release of Hugtto Precure, I wanted to write a bit about it along the way. I watched the first cour before I went on my over half a year long break from the show, so now I figured I’d do a 3-part series of short posts, where I write down my feelings on how things are progressing after each cour.
So part 1 is going to be about episodes 13-25, part 2 will be episodes 26-37, and part 3 will be the rest: episodes 38-50. Warning: Will contain spoilers, though I’ll try to keep them light.
Last time I wrote about this show was back in my Spring mid-season post, meaning the middle of May. The sum up my thoughts as I just re-read them: A good show that feels like it’s missing something that holds it back from being a great show, and that keeps it lagging behind Go Princess and Maho Girls. That’s a decent summation of my thoughts on the first cour. Have my feelings changed after the second cour? Well…
New year, new animes! We’ve finally put 2017 behind us, though there is of course no guarantee 2018 will be any kinder to us. I feel like we’ve said “surely it can’t get worse” for quite a lot of years in a row now.
But at least in terms of entertainment media we’ve been doing alright, and 2018 seems to be off to a strong start with its anime line-up. While it is far too early to declare that any of the new offerings are definitely better than the best of last Winter, it does seem like there’s a larger number of good shows this time. Who knows, maybe a significant number of them will turn out to be absolute bunk by the halfway mark, but I’m at least allowing myself a bit of hope. It wouldn’t do to become completely jaded.
Maybe among this season’s collection the Anime of the Year lurks. There’s certainly a few that have the potential to be strong contenders.
Let’s get the early impressions going then. As a reminder: All of these comments are from only watching the first episode of each show. That’s how I’ve done it in the past 3.5 years, and I’m not about to stop yet. I’m still keeping the recent segmented structure, with only a summary in this post, and links to pages that contain the full text.
But before all that, let’s start with what ended up on my ban list for this season.
[A/N: So we return to more Love Live Sunshine this time. This idea I actually had a burning desire to get started with, someone recently realising their polyamorous feelings, and trying to figure out how to deal with that, but I struggled with it as it went along. I’m not entirely happy with it, but I spent several days going between working on this, procrastinating, and doing nothing else useful, so I at least want to show something for it. I think it’s decent overall, and there’s certainly bits in here I love, but it doesn’t feel like my strongest effort. I was almost tempted to scrap it, but at this point I’d hate discarding this amount of work more than I’d hate posting something I think could be better. Maybe it’s the best I can hope for in the middle of winter. I don’t have the same energy levels and patience as I do the rest of the year.]
Watanabe You was nervous. She was currently in the room with the two most important people in her life, and for some reason her heart seemed to be even harder to calm down than usual today. Something had awakened inside her recently, and it was getting increasingly tough to deal with.
She loved Chika. Her dear childhood friend, who had always been there for her, with whom she had shared so much. The wonderful girl who shone like the sun every time she smiled. Who could sometimes feel so lonely and frustrated because she didn’t want to bother other people with her problems. Because she was head-strong, determined, and kept having to be reminded that it was okay to ask for help. You had always admired Chika.
And she had always loved Chika. But had she always loved loved Chika? She didn’t have a good answer for that.