#kujatribal

Mercutio! She made such a smol cute Merc ;_; whyyyyyyyyy *sniff*

anyway...she also did really good with Merc’s songs, iirc. I think his are the lowest or something, and a lot of the other actresses have trouble with them.

For Bow Hall shows, the only one I’ve seen her in is Angel’s Ladder, so Collins. She was a brilliant Collins, as in unimaginably cringey D: although I have not rewatched that show since realizing how much I like her, so I should take another look XD The proposal scene was especially hilarious.

Sorry for being so late!! 

(It’s not even that good......)

1. of the fic you’ve written, which are you most proud of?

Is this referring to fanfic, or original fiction? I guess I’ll answer both? Honestly, I’m not that proud of most of my fanfic at this point, but I think the best one I ever wrote was basically FFVII from the POV of Cid as he related the story to others after the fact.

For original fic, I guess it’s a tie between the ongoing story of Eleanor, the crankiest witch to ever punch a sorcerer in the face; and Roger and Rosamund vs. Doctor Frankenstein with steampunk heist shenanigans. I’m not sure there is a better way to summarize either of those two stories without going on for several pages.

3. favorite POV (first/second/third/etc)

Definitely third person!

7. create a character on the spot…. NOW!

Koiv is a seer of a most unusual sort. Unlike other seers who can peer through time to see events, Koiv’s magic works only on items to see where they were of will be. She’s found a good job as a historian thanks to this ability and is quite happy to work in a museum. Until the ancient owner of one of their artifacts comes looking for her lost possession and Koiv is forced to help her track it down when it becomes apparent that it was stolen from the museum’s storage room.

12. what’s your favorite place for writing resources?

we spent so many hours perfecting the final scene. the big damn kiss. or rather, the big damn not-kiss, as we’re not allowed to actually do it. company policy, i suppose.

we spent so many hours with our lips only centimetres apart and your hands on my face and our breaths mingling with all the things we don’t want to say, that it must’ve come naturally to us in the end.

it’s the senshuuraku for the grand theatre run of elisabeth when you close the distance between us, and it feels like a greeting of some sort in and of itself. it’s only natural, that months of us practising this moment would only lead to it being carried all the way through.

“i’m sorry, that got away from me,” you say later.

“i liked it,” i confess. 

“i wanted to do it just once. to know what it was like to kiss you.” your voice tickles my ear. it’s not something anyone here would ever readily admit in public to anyone else. there’s something forbidden running up my spine at the implications and promises in your voice.

“how was it?” i ask.

“i don’t kiss and tell,” you say.

“not even as feedback?” 

“convince me.” 

Yes, definitely going to need some epic shoulderpads here XD

we love you XD