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#puella magi madoka magica#revue starlight#dungeon meshi#revue starlight spoilers#mine#my blorbos <3 beautiful variations of the same breed of girlfailure. w banana as a girlboss falling#also homura and marcille both employ wildly unethical means to bring their gf back from somewhere they can't reach but the black dress#takes precedent xoxo
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"You know that I want you And you know that I need you"
#crow's scribbles#revue starlight#nana daiba#junna hoshimi#junnana#happy birthday nana get yaoi'd!#hello again w these two lmaoooo#trying to use limited color palettes as well so... but i wanted to color this ânormallyâ as well so i did both#the second version took me SO LONG. it's not nana's bday anymore in my time cause im staying up lol#i wanted to do my more complex lighting w that one but i didnt want to finish it at. like. 3:00 AM.#lyrics are from bad romance by miss gaga btw! i was stuck on dirty desire by utada or obsessed by mariah carey but i went w bad romance!#im planning on drawing nozomi and eli like this w the same orange lighting... i already did that w yukaqueso so. yeah#what's junna's bday present for her? idk man you can decide that one#anyway im gonna stop rambling before i reach tag limit! happy birthday nana hope you enjoy junna's present idk--
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It took me two watches but of course Nana and the Giraffe work together so well as a backstage team, the movie spells out how much they are literally and metaphorically the food everyone else takes from as their own fuel
#the giraffe literally being eaten from by them rep the audience & Nana telling Karen everyone ate what i offered of my labor EXCEPT you#they both find their use in being consumed by others be it literally or with their time/personhood/the literal food they provide#Nana is also the catalyst for the movie we the greedy audience want the way the giraffe is in the show#only now it wasnt about vain exploitation it was about growing up#revue starlight#reminds me of Maya telling Nana she better not hear Nana is letting herself be used with no drive of her own or she'd hate her#This also fits into the story's messages on codependency by having Nana & Giraffe exist solely for being taken from for others#When they themselves do the taking it's all consuming time itself repeats into a stagnation where they can keep giving but never eating#Doing nothing but giving or doing nothing but taking will only kill you you're the same as dead
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The existence of Siegfeld jhs as specifically future stage girls is one of its most fascinating themes.
The central conflict that they all must overcome is finding the determination to become stage girls.
They have all in one way or another already failed. What awaits them now is to exit the stage, unless they can find the resolution to decide to keep standing on stage.
As future stage girls they face extinction, they lack brilliance, and are weighed heavy by their failures. However stage girls can always improve and be reborn. If they can make that step, find that courage, they can continue to stand on stage and can overcome it all.
Throughout all of Regalia we see their failures and struggles made apparent. Akira antagonizes and goads them. It is clearly spelled out that their life on the stage is going to end.
They lose in Revue Siegfeld. But ultimately by then it didnât matter. Because all of them simply decided that they were willing to stand on stage. From there, a stage girl can do anything.
Elleâs farewell message makes it clear, âA revue is not once-in-a-lifetime. As long as you donât give up, you will have as many chances as you want.â
Regalia is fascinating because it is a story focused on becoming stage girls rather than being stage girls. Especially because through the somewhat outside lens the many harmful aspects of performance and pressure are made abundantly clear as they are forced onto characters who are the youngest in the entire series.
Regalia does not pull punches. But ultimately the message is that those pressures canât actually stop you. They are real, and harmful (as revue starlight shows extensively), but as long as you can accept that being a stage girl will mean facing them, and still choose to stand on stage thatâs enough.
The only death to fear is before you are reborn. Simply resolving to be a stage girl is enough.
Translations referenced are by: https://spicyveggiesub.tumblr.com/
#revue starlight#siegfeld jhs#yes itâs the same theme again yes Iâll keep talking about it forever#I love siegfeld jhs so much#as I was writing this I kept thinking about the egg monologue from utena#how crazy would it be if the reason I finally rewatch utena is just to think about revue starlight more
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Still thinking about my theory that the giraffe is the end consumer of the girls' Shine. The two auditions that the anime focuses on are both anomalous, but we do briefly see a "normal" audition at the London Academy. That seems to follow the basic template: eight contestants, one becomes Top Star, the others lose their Shine. We never see what the winner's Stage of Fate is, and actually she's still participating at the Academy after the auditions are over. She seems fine in the short-term
The Seisho Academy auditions are weird. Nana wins and uses it to create a time loop. It takes all the other girls' Shine to do that, but then the giraffe doesn't get his reward because he's also affected the time loop. Based on what happens to Hikari in the finale, he doesn't get to feed until the performance is over, and Nana accidentally ensured that never happens
But the giraffe is the one creating the time loops, so if he's not happy about this, he can affect things. That's why he "cheats" and lets Hikari into the loop in the show. He expects Hikari to play by the book and let him get his due, or at least throw Nana off enough that someone else can win for once
#this feels in the same vein as the demon deals in Light From Uncommon Stars#you get whatever it is you think you need to be successful (getting the Shine and unlocking your Stage of Fate)#then you realize it's all hollow since you didn't understand what you wished for and you kill yourself (the giraffe eats you and your Shine)#revue starlight
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I am genuinely still so floored and amazed that project sekai actually went through with making mizuki transfem, like holy shit how much other larger-scale media can you remember actually commiting to something like this instead of just coding a character?
Genuinely down to the reveal where the other students talk about her not being a "normal girl" and asking Ena if "she's a boy too", down to mizuki's utter horror of being outed to her friends by someone else, down to mizuki not being worried about their acceptance but rather being utterly terrified of how they might never treat her the same as they used to, of how they'd step on eggshells around her, IT'S SO FUCKING PEAKKKK-
ALSO THIS WAS AFTER 4 YEARS OF BUILDING UP TO THIS POINT TOO (i haven't been here that long BUT STILL)
Genuine congrats to colorfulpalette for committing to this because holy shit this will live in my head rent-free for a WHILE to come.
ALSO THE VOICE ACTING I'VE SEEN FROM CLIPS??? I knew Hinata Sato shines as Junna in Revue Starlight but she went above and beyond for this, and Minori Suzuki also went absolutely crazy with her voicing, Ena screaming Mizuki's name to try to get her to stop after she runs the second time is the most emotion i've seen someone put into a voice in a while LOOK AT THIS.
sidenote: mizuki akiyama is probably my favorite character ever now i think
#I'M GOING INSANE I'M GOING INSANE I'M GOING INSANE#i am SO not normal right now#akiyama mizuki#mizu5#mizuki pjsk#mizuki akiyama#n25 mizuki#shinonome ena#ena shinonome#prsk#prsk spoilers#project sekai#project sekai spoilers#pjsk#pjsk spoilers
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Happy Halloween, everyone!
I've got some good news - I've finished tallying up the results of the favourite anime survey and can now, finally, reveal what Tumblr's favourite anime actually are. To start with, I'd like to thank everyone who responded - yes, all 1172 (wow!) of you - and to apologise for he delay in actually getting these results out. For anyone who needs a reminder, these results are based on how many points each anime received - a first place ranking was worth five points, a second or third place ranking was worth four, a fourth or fifth place ranking was worth three, a sixth-tenth place ranking was worth two, and a eleventh-twentieth place ranking was worth one. When multiple anime had the same number of points, the anime with the most first-place votes was placed higher. The results are below the read more right here - I hope you enjoy reading!
100. Yona of the Dawn - 82 points
99. Devilman Crybaby - 83 points
98. Monogatari Series - 83 points
97. Lucky Star - 84 points
96. Toradora - 84 points
95. Dr. Stone - 86 points
94. Princess Jellyfish - 86 points
93. ERASED - 87 points
92. Noragami - 87 points
91. Wolf's Rain - 88 points
90. Azumanga Daioh - 90 points
89. Paranoia Agent - 90 points
88. Odd Taxi - 91 points
87. Banana Fish - 93 points
86. Digimon Adventure - 95 points
85. Akira - 95 points
84. Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni - 95 points
83. Psycho-Pass - 96 points
82. Little Witch Academia - 96 points
81. Monster - 97 points
80. Mononoke - 98 points
79. Free! - 99 points
78. Kekkai Sensen - 99 points
77. Trigun Stampede - 102 points
76. Haibane Renmei - 103 points
75. Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters - 104 points
74. Gintama - 105 points
73. Violet Evergarden - 107 points
72. Dorohedoro - 113 points
71. Made in Abyss - 113 points
70. Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury - 113 points
69. Eizouken ni wa Te o Dasu na! - 115 points
68. NausicaÀ of the Valley of the Wind - 116 points
67. SK8 the Infinity - 117 points
66. Samurai Champloo - 117 points
65. Your Name - 118 points
64. Castle in the Sky - 119 points
63. Perfect Blue - 119 points
62. Promare - 120 points
61. One Punch Man - 122 points
60. The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya - 126 points
59. Kiki's Delivery Service - 129 points
58. Kaguya-sama: Love is War - 136 points
57. Inuyasha - 136 points
56. Assassination Classroom - 142 points
55. FLCL - 143 points
54. Pokémon - 144 points
53. Death Parade - 148 points
52. Dragon Ball - 150 points
51. Natsume Yuujinchou - 157 points
50. The Apothecary Diaries - 158 points
49. Revue Starlight - 159 points
48. Durarara!! - 160 points
47. Yu Yu Hakusho - 162 points
46. Naruto - 163 points
45. Black Butler - 165 points
44. Attack on Titan - 167 points
43. Houseki no Kuni - 168 points
42. Steins;Gate - 172 points
41. Cardcaptor Sakura - 186 points
40. Code Geass - 186 points.
39. Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-Kun - 187 points
38. The Disastrous Life of Saiki K. - 192 points
37. Kill la Kill - 194 points
36. Bungou Stray Dogs - 194 points
35. Baccano! - 198 points
34. Bocchi the Rock! - 201 points
33. Chainsaw Man - 208 points
32. Demon Slayer - 209 points
31. Serial Experiments Lain - 213 points
30. Jujutsu Kaisen - 227 points
29. Spy x Family - 236 points
28. Howl's Moving Castle - 238 points
27. Princess Mononoke - 240 points
26. Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann - 241 points
25. Sailor Moon - 249 points
24. Mushi-shi - 249 points
23. Princess Tutu - 254 points
22. Nichijou - 263 points
21. Trigun - 265 points
20. Spirited Away - 266 points
19. My Hero Academia - 266 points
18. Fruits Basket (2019) - 269 points
17. Soul Eater - 292 points
16. Sousou no Frieren - 300 points
15. Yuri!!! on Ice - 333 points
14. Fullmetal Alchemist - 364 points
13. Ouran High School Host Club - 374 points
12. Death Note - 437 points
11. Cowboy Bebop - 450 points
10. Haikyuu - 457 points
9. Neon Genesis Evangelion - 496 points
8. Jojo's Bizarre Adventure - 496 points
7. Hunter x Hunter (2011) - 516 points
6. Revolutionary Girl Utena - 537 points
5. One Piece - 633 points
4. Puella Magi Madoka Magica - 664 points
3. Mob Psycho 100 - 943 points
2. Dungeon Meshi - 985 points
Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood - 1106 points
Congratulations to FMA Brotherhood for winning! For more detailed results, go to this spreadsheet. Once again, thank you all for participating, and waiting so patiently for the results!
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YOU. YOU GET ME
(I uh. May have gone autistic about my problems with Revue Frontier + Misc. Aruru thoughts in the tags. Oops.)
Every day I wake up and think about how irreversibly Arcana Arcadia has altered my brain chemistry. They did not have to go that hard for an arc exclusively in the mobile game and yet
#I need to like. articulate my Revue Frontier thoughts at some point#because I can never tell if my âeughâ reaction to the way it ends is genuinely poor writing#or just stuff that clashes with my interpretation of Aruru since her issues hit extremely close to home for me#Itâs something about the way something that is clearly extremely deep-rooted is just brushed of as her âhaving a rebellious phaseâ#and how once Elle gets her to come back to the stage thatâs exactly the same way the writing treats her issues?#the scene where she says she like âKnew all along but was just denying itâ undoes literally all of that nuance in one fell swoop#and from that point on she just. reverts as a character back to where she was originally but all of her issues are magically all better now!#You canât just establish a âHey you know this guy? yea a good chunk of their personality was a facadeâ#and then revert back to that facade and expect it to feel like a satisfying conclusion?#Itâs also just the way Aruru is treated as acting unreasonable and childish which. from the characters I understand#but it genuinely seems like the writing is built around that conception as well#The scene where sheâs understandably freaking out and Elle just fucking headbutts her???#and they reduce everything down to just âyouâre being childish nobody cares how you feel get on the stageâ#as someone who was struggling with EXTREMELY similar things to Aruru and still fucking does#having very real very palpable struggles for me boiled down to âstop whining about itâ was. extremely not good for me#And then watching the character I found so much comfort in just get over it in five seconds was. ugh. Azure seal of disapproval#they got. so damn close. and they fumbled it#Is this just a me thing? or is this an actual problem with the writing? who fucking knows#but I donât like it and itâs everyoneâs problem now#anyways if anyoneâs ever wondering what Iâm talking about when I mention âThe Aruru ficâ or âThe revstar hellficâ#I am rewriting a ton of Revue Frontier stuff to address this exact fucking issue. i will shamelessly pander to myself and Iâm not sorry#Aruru Otsuki has BPD I will die on this fucking hill by the way.#Looking back on all of the reasons she hit my brain differently back then with the knowledge that âHey Azure thatâs not normalâ#it is right there.#frantic efforts to avoid and extreme reactions to perceived abandonment?#unstable identity/sense of self? chronic feelings of emptiness? unpredictable/violent mood swings? and thatâs just the shit we see??????#The entire fucking arc from her perspective reads like a bad Azure BPD episode and I will NEVER shut up about it#Anyways uh whoever the fuck reads this far. Iâm sorry.
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In Revue Starlight, we see two different endings for Claire and Flora in Starlight.
In the first one, Flora is blinded by the light and falls from the tower, leaving Claire trapped and the two of them separated forevermore. In the second ending, Flora is blinded and falls, but then she ascends the tower once more and reunites with Claire at the top, fulfilling their promise this time.
But there is actually a secret third ending.
In Kaoruko and Futabaâs revue in the movie, it ends with the two of them barreling forward on top of two trucks towards each other. It is very similar to how their last revue ended, with the two of them charging towards each other in a similar straight line.
In the showâs revue, Futaba is blinded by how dazzling Kaoruko had been in the past, and how dazzling she continues to be, and is unable to swing her weapon, so Kaoruko manages to win that revue. In the movieâs revue, Kaoruko is dazzled much the same way and is unable to swing her weapon, so this time Futaba wins the revue.
Only in the movie, this whole thing is happening on top of a very tall building, so after Kaoruko is blinded, she falls, just like Flora.
But this time, Claire, I mean Futaba, is able to hold on to her.
Instead of the two being separated or reunited at the top, this ending has Flora and Claire fall to the bottom of the tower, not quite achieving their promise yet, but still together.
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One Day More (Les Miserables)
Watch 'em run amok (tomorrow you'll be worlds away)/Catch 'em as they fall/Never know your luckWhen there's a free-for-all/We'll be ready for these schoolboys (and yet with you, my world has started)/Tomorrow we'll be far away/Tomorrow is the judgment day/Tomorrow we'll discover what our God in Heaven has in store
"You have like ten different choruses all at the same time making a harmonious closing to Act I of Les Miserables."
Super Star Spectacle (Revue Starlight)
It's beautiful, it's dazzling, it's painful, it's frustrating/To take, to be taken from, it's heartrending/Being captivated, growing closer, being attracted, parting/In you, I end up losing myself
"I'm going to try to not say anything about the source material itself and start by saying this song has everything. It has the somber ballad at the start! It has the audio nightmare (loving) for dramatic effect! It has the more upbeat, catchy melody! It has the flute solo! It has the moment where it finally turns somber again, but in a more bittersweet way! Finally, it has the grand closing audio, sending off the song, the scene and the series as a whole! I will admit right now, between the scene it was in and the song itself, I began weeping the first time I heard that ending because of what it represented, and I won't deny that I sometimes cry over it! There might be songs from this series which I ultimately prefer just by a little, but no song fucked me up as much as this one did."
Super Star Spectacle submitted by @insertbrowsinghere
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STIEPPER AUUUUUU AU UAUAUAU UAU AU (thats me making wolf noises)
this is one i have fully fleshed out and am excited about, but it's also suffering from the "i've re-written every scene three times until perfect," so i don't have a great, long snippet to share.
the premise is essentially that instead of moving to peru from oregon--where let me just remind everyone, portland is one of the few places in the US where you can get full nude and drinks without a crazy amount of legal maneuvering or being grandfathered from an older age--buck met several strippers and followed them down to los angeles instead. he works second string at a bar that does magic mike/thunder from down under-esque revues, but every other week has a gay night, where he takes extra shifts because the money is good, and it's the best night for tips, since the usual headliners aren't performing. working as a stripper for gay men makes buck realize he's into guys much earlier in this universe. he meets tommy on thanksgiving while working a private party for a divorced CEO who wanted to celebrate the holidays with some costumed strippers (thanks for that one, robert downey jr!)
tommy, still mostly closeted and with the 118, ends up getting flirted with, going to a gay night where buck recognizes him, and they start having a secret romance, which includes tommy flying him and some stripper friends to palm springs for some extra events, and them going to desert parties. but no dates in public.
their relationship comes to a cross-roads when the same week where buck suggests they go on a date for valentines, tommy runs into one of buck's stripper friends in another, non-stripper related emergency, and gets spooked. dun dun dun!
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"Beating so fast, seems like it'll burst..."
#crow's scribbles#d4dj#d4dj groovy mix#shinobu inuyose#esora shimizu#yuka jennifer sasago#i finally drew something in ms paint after.... a while.#please dont mind how rusty they look (especially esora's hands)....#this is a follow up to kyoko's one yes this is what the other 3 look like#try to guess which starish members i took inspiration from for each of them hehe#i loooove these designs....#should i post the concept sketches? tell me if you wanna see them lol#each of them are matching w one member in one way but still different i specifically made sure of that#i based them off what i think their 2 charm points are similar to love live kinda#esora is the cute and lovely one of course; shinobu is the quiet and mysterious one; yuka is the strong and beautiful one#and then kyoko is the charismatic and cool one duh.#i dont have a favorite design but the one im proud of the most is esora! i think i managed to get her vibe while also keeping the idol feel#i wanna make these types of outfits for the other units but i think i gotta think of something their unit can be other than DJ unit#this can be an au in it of itself but for now it's gonna be outfits for them so i dont go crazy#like. photon = actresses/or takarazuka revue actresses? towa and saki are musumeyaku while ibuki and noa are otokoyaku... maybe.#hapiara and rondo can be a band bc of rei and nagisa but hapiara is pop while rondo is hard rock/metal bc duhhhh (but idk w hapiara.....)#you cannot separate merm4id from clubbing so they're p much just the same except saori is a regular DJ in rikamarika's club w dalia--#working as a bartender there. yeahhhhh.... lyrilily are p much just choir girls now bc thats all i can think of atm (maybe they act too???)#abyssmare and unichord...... hrmmmm.... idkkkkkkk. v-tubing related for sure w unichord but abyssmare i have nothing#SO. now i'll stop my rambling here byeeeee enjoy my losers (affectionate) and my thoughts on this byeeeee
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Of all the ships I've seen that suffer from a transposition into the usual fluffy barista shop/ magic academy/ regular college type of AU scenario that is all too common in fanworks, MayaKuro have to be at the very top?
Like, no offense to anyone who likes their domestic fantasies, but I genuinely struggle to imagine any context in which these women would be interested in each other that did not involve some manner of smashing each other's heads into a table or nonconsensual knifeplay. This is a dangerously cancellable take, but I think that MayaKuro without the potential for at least a little mutual domestic abuse is the equivalent of shipping rich celebrities and cooing over paparazzi shots of them at the same airport. The primary thing that makes these extraordinarily privileged women captivating is their ability to negate said privilege by laying into each other, ideally with some manner of murder attempt. Yeah, sure, they support each other as destined partners or whatever, but Revue Starlight's entire narrative appeal comes from its dizzying and breathtaking alternations of extremely homoerotic friendship and even more homoerotic enmity that are meant to embody a ruthless industry. Remove that cruelty and all you have left is a glowing PR narrative.
A MayaKuro story that does not evoke the mixed bliss and dread of knowing that the person who probably understands you best in the world is also gunning for you in a zero sum game with every one of your greatest weaknesses mapped into her brain, and the fact that this turns you on so immensely that you cannot live anymore without this thrill of mutually assured destruction, is a MayaKuro story without flavour. *Giraffe voice* I paid to see them hurt each other.
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Thinking about how Revues are themselves an embodiment of inescapable change. Revues are the dramatic breaking point of conflicts between stage girls.
No one is able to emerge from a Revue unchanged. Something will be broken, something will be learned, something will be altered.
To run away, to be defeated, to emerge victorious, all will inevitably cause change. In that sense the stage itself is an existential force of change.
Beyond just the stage girls, Revue Starlight reinforces this idea by showing us the world be physically altered by the revues.
Ultimately revues are explosions of stage girlsâ passion. To participate in a revue is to stand on stage with your heart bare. And because there is unstoppable change no matter the outcome to stand on stage means one faces inexorable change.
Crucially this applies, win, or loss, or flee. Even stage girls who donât wish to change or deny change are already changing others and being changed.
#revue rambles#yes Iâve said this same thing like three times put I like looking at revues themes from every little angle#I had to stop myself from just talking about theatre and what I love about it
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War-Time Love (Based on a True Story)
Here's a real letter which was written by a World War 2 veteran to his lost lover, a fellow soldier. While rarely documented, this attestation to love among soldiers stands out as a tender, if impossible, reminder that it did occur. I've imagined they must have been part of the Special Services Branch based on historical details. The letter is a real artifact. The images are imagined but no less real.
Dear Dave:
This is in memory of an anniversaryâthe anniversary of October 27th, 1943, when I first heard you singing in North Africa. That song brings memories of the happiest times Iâve ever known. Memories of a GI show troopâcurtains made from barrage balloonsâspotlights made from cocoa cansârehearsals that ran late into the eveningsâand a handsome boy with a wonderful tenor voice. Opening night at a theater in Canastelâperhaps too much muscatel, and someone who understood. Exciting days playing in the beautiful and stately Municipal Opera House in Oranâa misunderstandingâan understanding in the wings just before opening chorus.
Drinks at âCoq dâorââdinner at the âAubergeââa ring and promise given. The show for 1st Armouredâmuscatel, scotch, wineâsomeone who had to be carried from the truck and put to bed in his tent. A night of pouring rain and two very soaked GIs beneath a solitary tree on an African plain. A borrowed French convertibleâa warm sulphur spring, the cool Mediterranean, and a picnic of ârationsâ and hot cokes. Two lieutenants who were smart enough to know the score, but not smart enough to realize that we wanted to be alone. A screw-ball piano player â competition â miserable days and lonely nights. The cold, windy night we crawled through the window of a GI theater and fell asleep on a cot backstage, locked in each otherâs armsâ the shock when we awoke and realized that miraculously we hadnât been discovered. A fast drive to a cliff above the seaâpictures taken, and a stop amid the purple grapes and cool leaves of a vineyard.
The happiness when told we were going homeâand the misery when we learned that we would not be going together. Fond goodbyes on a secluded beach beneath the star-studded velvet of an African night, and the tears that would not be stopped as I stood atop the sea-wall and watched your convoy disappear over the horizon.
We vowed weâd be together again âback home,â but fate knew betterâyou never got there. And so, Dave, I hope that where ever you are these memories are as precious to you as they are to me.
Goodnight, sleep well my love.
Brian Keith
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~~What follows below is my imagined story of these two lovers, with the names changed to protect the dignity of the dead.~~

As Time Goes By
Nathan had never expected to be here.
One week ago, he was just another soldier in the North African campaignâfollowing orders, keeping his head down, surviving. His uniform was dust-streaked, his boots worn, his days spent waiting. Then someone heard him singing. Just a quiet song in the barracks, something to fill the empty space between letters from home and the next long march. But it was enough. A lieutenant pulled him aside, asked a few questions, and by the next morning, his papers were signed. He was being transferred.
Now, he stood beneath a makeshift spotlight, on a stage stitched together from sandbags and salvaged wood, dressed in the same uniform but with a different purpose. The GI show was a ragtag affairâcurtains made from barrage balloons, footlights crafted from tin cans and spare bulbs. Soldiers filled the seats, some smoking, some waiting, some already half-drunk.
Nathan exhaled, shifting slightly under the warmth of the light. His heart pounded. It wasnât the audience that made him nervousâheâd sung before, in another life, in school productions and local revues. It was him - Matthew.
Nathan had only been in the troupe a few days, but he knew exactly who Matthew was. Everyone did. He was the leading man, the showrunner, the one who kept things moving, cracking jokes between acts, slipping effortlessly into character when the stage needed him. Matthew owned this world.
And yetâNathan had felt his gaze on him all evening.
It had started the first day he arrived, during rehearsals. Matthew, watching. Matthew, teasing himâjust a little, just enough. Trying to figure him out. But tonight was different. Tonight, Matthew sat in the front row, expression unreadable, arms crossed over his chest, eyes locked on Nathan as if he were waiting for something.
Nathan closed his eyes, took a breath. And he sang.
*You must remember this, a kiss is still a kissâŠ*
His rich tenor voice lifted through the dimly lit theater, wrapping around the men in the audience, filling the spaces between them, touching something unspoken. The song wasnât new, but it was fresh in their mindsâthe war had seen to that. Casablanca had only come out last year, and everyone had felt something in it, even if they didnât say it aloud.
But for Nathan, and maybe for Matthew too, it was something more. They had grown up knowing that love stories didnât belong to them. They had spent their youth on stages where the romances they played were never theirs to keep. They had studied love, rehearsed it, recited it in iambic pentameter, and pressed their lips to women in the dim glow of theater lights, knowing it was all just an illusion.
And yet, here they were. In uniform. In a war zone. Listening to a love song that felt like it belonged to them for the first time.
Nathan didnât see the audience anymore. Didnât see the dim glow of cigarettes or the quiet, reflective faces of men thinking of sweethearts back home.
He only saw Matthew.
Matthew, who had been caught off guard. Matthew, who had spent weeks running this show, calling the shots, knowing exactly what to expec5âuntil now. Because Matthew hadnât expected Nathan. Hadnât expected this voice, this moment, this feeling curling inside him like something dangerous and real.
The lyrics rolled over him, soft and certain.
*The world will always welcome lovers, as time goes byâŠ*
Nathan let the final note hang in the air before stepping back from the microphone, his pulse still pounding in his ears.
The applause cameâsteady, appreciative, a welcome break from war. But Matthew didnât clap. He just sat there, staring at Nathan, eyes shadowed, expression unreadable.
And Nathan? Nathan finally understood.
He had never been the leading man before.
But tonight?
Tonight, Matthew had looked at him like he was.
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A Series of Almosts
Things progressed as they usually do.
A glance, held a second too long before Nathan turned back to adjusting the microphone stand. A casual joke at mess, Matthewâs voice pitched just a little lower than usual, meant only for Nathanâs ears. A brush of fingertips when one passed the other a prop backstage, neither lingering but both aware.
A small but meaningful libertyâthe kind afforded to soldiers whose jobs werenât measured in miles marched or rifles fired. It was never much. But in a place where nothing belonged to them, these moments were their own.
Until the night they almost had too much.
They had minutesâmaybe less. Matthew had pulled Nathan into the stockroom under the guise of looking for spare canvas, the pretense so thin it may as well have been an open invitation for trouble. The dim light made it easier to forget they were still in uniform, still in the war, still being watched even when no one was there to see.
Nathan was the first to falter. âYou know this is a bad idea,â he murmured.
Matthew, standing close enough that their breaths mingled, barely smirked. âThat never stopped us before.â
Nathan swallowed. He didnât move away. Matthew lifted a hand, slow enough to let Nathan stop him. He didnât. His fingers brushed over Nathanâs sleeve, tracing the place where their hands had met a dozen times beforeâonly this time, neither of them was passing a prop or adjusting a collar or making an excuse. This time, Nathan let him.
This timeâThe door creaked.
Nathan barely had time to move before two lieutenants stepped inside, both of them carrying the casual air of men who werenât looking for anything but had already found exactly what they expected.
âAh, there you are,â the first said, too cheerful, too pointed. He didnât bother asking why they were here.
Matthew straightened just a little too fast, stepping back to grab a crate, as if this had been nothing at all. âSir.â
The second lieutenant didnât even glance at the crates. Instead, he leaned against the nearest shelf and sighed, as if settling in for a long, excruciatingly dull conversation. âYou know,â he started, âI was just saying the other dayâlogistics out here are a damn mess. I mean, supply routes, requisition forms, the whole thing. Just a nightmare, really.â
Nathan stood completely still.
The other lieutenant made a noise of agreement, shaking his head. âAnd donât even get me started on fuel rations. God, the paperwork.â
Matthew nodded along, expression perfectly neutral, but Nathan could see the tightness in his jaw.
Neither lieutenant was looking at them anymore. They didnât have to. The message was clear.
We see you. We wonât say anything. But donât be stupid.
After droning on about the various papers to be pored over before the night shift, the first lieutenant clapped his hands together, as if that thrilling conversation had settled all matters of logistics and rationing for the evening. âWell. I think weâve spent enough time on that.â
His gaze flicked to Matthew, then Nathan. Pointed. Brief. Final.
Then he turned for the door. The second lieutenant followed, but not before muttering something under his breathâtoo soft for Nathan to catch, but it made Matthewâs jaw twitch.
Then they were alone again. The air had changed. Nathan exhaled, forcing himself to look anywhere but at Matthew. His hands were shaking, so he grabbed the nearest crate and made himself useful. Matthew, beside him, did the same.
Neither of them spoke. Neither of them had to. They had been given a warning.
They had also been given a choice. And the next timeâwhen they had another moment, when there was another quiet place, when fate gave them the smallest sliver of privacy againâ
Nathan knew exactly what choice he was going to make.
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A Quiet Favor
The base was quiet.
No rehearsals, no performances, no last-minute scrambling to set up a stage. Just soldiers moving through their routines, mail being sorted, the distant sound of a radio crackling out big band music from someoneâs tent. No show tonight. No show tomorrow.
Matthew leaned against the doorway of the officerâs quarters, one boot resting against the wooden frame. He had spent just enough time building an easy rapport with Lieutenant Callowayâthe kind of officer who liked things running smoothly and saw no reason to make a problem where there wasnât one.
âThe base is quiet today,â Calloway muttered, signing off on a requisition form.
âThat it is,â Matthew agreed, casual as ever.
Calloway sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He wasnât a bad officer. He was a man who appreciated the things that kept his soldiers from losing their damn minds, and the Special Services troupe had been doing just thatâkeeping spirits up, making the long weeks a little more bearable.
Matthew and Nathan? They were the best part of the show. Nathan had that voiceâthe one that made men pause mid-drink, made them lean forward without realizing it, made them forget where they were for just a moment. And Matthew? Matthew made it all work. He was the one who made Calloway laugh even when he didnât want to.
Were they inseparable? Yes. Did Calloway care? Not even a little.
He exhaled, looked up, and smirked. âLet me guess. You want to get off base for a few hours.â
Matthew grinned. âCould be nice to stretch our legs.â
Calloway eyed him, then flicked his gaze toward the motor pool. The captured French convertible sat under the shade of a canvas tarp, a sleek little thing in dire need of a proper wash. It had been one of many vehicles left behind when the Vichy forces surrenderedânow a âgeneral-useâ car for errands and, occasionally, small liberties.
âLunch at the coast,â Calloway said, voice dry, as if he already knew the excuse Matthew was about to offer.
Matthew tilted his head. âSomething like that.â
A pause. The lieutenant tapped his fingers against the desk, then sighed. âTake the convertible.â
Matthew barely held back a smirk. âObliged.â
Calloway pointed at him with the end of his pen. âBack before sundown. I donât want to have to explain why my best performers disappeared into the goddamn Mediterranean.â
Matthew gave him an easy salute. âWouldnât dream of it.â
Nathan was waiting by the barracks, already knowing, already anticipating. He straightened when he saw Matthew approaching, a faint hint of a smile tugging at his lips. âWe got it?â Nathan asked.
Matthew tossed him the keys. âWe got it.â
And just like thatâThey werenât soldiers. They werenât performers.
For one afternoon, they were just two men with a borrowed car and the open road ahead of them.
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A Stolen Afternoon
The road curved, dipping toward the coastline, the sea stretching wide before themâdeep, endless blue, sunlight glinting off the waves like scattered gold.
Nathan slowed the convertible as they neared a small cove, a secluded stretch of beach where the sand sloped gently into the water. The wind carried the scent of salt and warm earth, the air thick with the kind of quiet only found far from war.
Matthew grinned before the car even stopped moving. âCome on,â he said, already reaching for the door handle. Nathan barely had time to cut the engine before Matthew was out, boots crunching against the sand as he stepped onto the beach, hands on his hips like he was staking a claim on the entire Mediterranean.
Nathan shook his head, smirking as he climbed out, stretching his arms above his head. The sun felt different hereâhotter, brighter, like it had never known war, never known uniforms or rules or anything beyond this moment.
Matthew turned back toward him, then glanced at the waves, then back at him. âYou thinking what Iâm thinking?â
Nathan raised an eyebrow. âThat the waterâs probably freezing?â
Matthewâs grin widened as he hastily untied his boots. âOnly one way to find out.â And then he bolted.
Nathan laughed, kicking off his boots before running after him, sand shifting beneath his feet as they raced toward the shore. Matthew hit the water first, letting out a startled yelp as the icy Mediterranean crashed around his ankles.
âJesusâthatâs cold.â
Nathan skidded to a stop just as the waves rolled over his own feet, hissing between his teeth at the shock of it. The heat of the sun had liedâthe water was sharp and biting, enough to make his skin prickle.
Matthew groaned dramatically, running a hand through his wet hair. âThatâs it. Iâm staying right here. No deeper.â
Nathan snorted. âCoward.â
âSmart,â Matthew corrected, stepping back to stand beside him.
For a moment, they just breathed it in. The war felt impossibly far away. There were no uniforms here, no lieutenants watching, no stockrooms with creaking doors. Just the rhythmic pull and retreat of the waves, the soft laughter of gulls, and the sound of their own breathing blending with the tide. Nathan started to lose himself in thought, and Matthew edged closer to rest his forehead on Nathan's.
Another cold wave crashed at their knees. Matthew sighed. âIâm starving.â
Nathan shook his head with a small smile. âWeâre on a beach in the Mediterranean, and youâre thinking about food.â
âI can appreciate both.â
With that, they waded back onto the warm sand, settling near the car, where their makeshift meal was waitingâration tins and two bottles of Coke, still lukewarm from the heat of the day.
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Nothing
Nathan cracked his open, the fizz hissing softly in the still air. He took a sip, grimacing. âTastes awful.â
âYep,â Matthew agreed, doing the same. He lifted his bottle slightly. âTo stolen afternoons.â
Nathan met his gaze, watching the way the sun lit Matthewâs profile, the way the light made everything golden and unreal, a moment slipping between reality and something else entirely.
âTo stolen afternoons,â he murmured, lifting his own bottle in return. They clinked them together gently, letting the sound vanish into the waves.
The sun sat higher now, warming the sand beneath them, casting light over their skin, their uniforms, their discarded boots beside the car.
Nathan had leaned back, hands pressed into the sand behind him, his bottle of cola resting half-finished beside his knee. He was still gazing out at the Mediterranean, watching the waves roll in, slow and steady. Matthew had finished eating a few minutes ago, but he hadnât moved.
He was watching Nathan. Had been for a while.
Nathan must have felt it because, after a long silence, he sighed and let his head tilt toward him, his expression unreadable. âWhat?â he asked, though his voice lacked curiosity.
Matthew smirked, shaking his head. âNothing.â
Nathan held his gaze for a second longer before exhaling through his nose. He stretched his legs out, letting his bare toes dig into the warm sand, his body easing further into relaxation.
Matthew shifted, leaning back on one arm while his free hand absently traced lines in the sand between them.
It wasnât nothing. It was everything.
It was the weight of a stolen afternoon, of borrowed time, of knowing what he wanted and not knowing if heâd ever have it again.
Matthew cleared his throat. âYouâre quiet.â
Nathan made a soft, noncommittal sound. âMm.â
Matthew tilted his head. âThinking?â
Nathan smirked, glancing at him. âNot everything is thinking, you know.â
âMm.â Matthew mocked his answer, a teasing glint in his eyes. âSo what is this, then?â
Nathan exhaled, tilting his face toward the sky. âExisting.â
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A Test
Matthew watched him for another long moment. The sea breeze shifted Nathanâs hair, and the way the sunlight caught on his cheekbones, the line of his jaw, the curve of his throat as he breathedâ
Matthewâs fingers twitched against the sand. He sat up.
Nathan barely moved, only watching as Matthew shifted onto his knees, brushing sand from his trousers. The tension was there, but it wasnât sharp. It was slow. Heavy.
The kind that sank into your bones and made you feel alive in a way you couldnât explain.
Nathan didnât move, didnât speak as Matthew reached for his wrist.
A test. A question.
Nathan let him.
Matthew traced his thumb over the inside of his wrist, slow, deliberate. Felt the warmth of his pulse beneath his fingertips.
Nathan exhaled through his nose, his lips parting slightly.
Matthew watched his mouth.
Nathan swallowed. âWe shouldââ
âI know.â Matthewâs voice was quiet, but sure.
His fingers slid higher, barely brushing over Nathanâs palm, and Nathan let him.
The tide pulled in.
Nathanâs breath hitched as Matthew leaned in, close enough that he could see the sunlight reflecting in Matthewâs eyes, catching in the lighter strands of his hair.
They werenât careless.
They werenât reckless.
They were just here.
Matthew let the moment sit, let it breathe, watching Nathan watching him, feeling the way Nathanâs fingers curled slightly, barely resisting, barely holding back.
The waves lapped at the shore.
Nathan licked his lips.
Matthew made a choice. He didnât kiss him. Not yet.
But he leaned in, until their foreheads touched, until the sun-warmed space between them was gone, until Nathan sighedâdeep, surrendering, wanting.
And thenâfinallyâNathan lifted his hand, resting it lightly against Matthewâs jaw.
An answer.
A yes.
And this time, Matthew took it.
Nathan didnât move at first. Not away. Not closer. His fingers rested lightly against Matthewâs jaw, as if testing the weight of his own decisionâof his own want. Matthew let him.
The Mediterranean air was warm against their skin, the waves rolling in, the sand shifting beneath them. It was safe here. As safe as the world would ever allow.
Nathan inhaled, slow, steady. Matthew could feel the breath against his lips, the barest quiver of hesitation between them.
ThenâNathan closed the distance.
It was careful. Measured. Deliberate.
A kiss like something discovered, not taken.
Like something they had been waiting to find.
Matthew exhaled against his mouth, leaning into it, feeling Nathanâreally feeling himâwithout the weight of war, of uniforms, of fear pressing between them.
For one afternoon, they were only this.
Matthew's fingers curled against Nathanâs wrist, holding him there as their lips met againâslow, savoring, as if learning the shape of something they werenât allowed to name.
Nathan sighed against him, his thumb barely brushing against Matthewâs cheekbone, and something in Matthewâs chest cracked wide open.
They didnât rush. Not this. They let the moment linger, let it settle, let it exist in a way neither of them had ever been allowed to exist before.
And when Nathan finally broke away, it was with a breathless sort of laughter, forehead still pressed against Matthewâs, eyes half-lidded in the golden sunlight.
âGod,â he murmured, shaking his head slightly, his lips barely brushing against Matthewâs again. âWeâre idiots.â
Matthew grinned, breath still uneven. âBiggest ones in the damn war.â
Nathan exhaled, a small smile curving at the corner of his mouth. But his fingers lingered against Matthewâs jaw, as if committing the moment to memory.
Matthew knew they couldnât stay here forever. Knew that the sun would lower, and the car would have to return to base, and that this momentâthis impossible, stolen, sacred momentâwould have to end.
But not yet.
Not yet.
Matthew shifted, pressing one more kiss to the corner of Nathanâs mouth.
Then, just as deliberately as before, Nathan pulled him down into the sand, where the waves rolled in and the world disappeared.
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How Long Do They Have?
Long enough to breathe.
Long enough to linger.
Long enough for Nathan to keep his forehead against Matthewâs, their breath still uneven, their bodies still tangled, their fingers still grasping for something neither of them wanted to let go of.
Long enough for Matthew to let out a quiet, shaky laughâa sound of wonder, of disbelief, of something unspoken but deeply felt.
Long enough for Nathan to trace the edge of Matthewâs jaw, his thumb skimming the damp skin at his temple, his lips parting as if to say somethingâbut not saying it.
Long enough to not need words.
Long enough for Matthew to close his eyes, to sigh as Nathan shifted against him, as the heat of the sun and the warmth of each other blurred into one.
Long enough to memorize this.
Because there would not be another afternoon like this. They both knew it.
Nathan could feel it in the way Matthewâs fingers curled, but never fully graspedânever fully held him in place. Matthew could feel it in the way Nathanâs breath caught, but never turned into wordsânever became something permanent.
They had minutes. Maybe longer. But the sun was inching toward its descent.
And Nathanâwho had spent his whole life waitingâdid not want to wait for the moment this would end.
So they did not move. They only breathed. They only existed in the space they had made for each other.
Because they had made this, together. And if all they had left was his fading golden hourâthen they would not waste a second of it.
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The Cooldown
The sun hangs lower now, stretching golden fingers across the sand, spilling light over them in a quiet benediction.
The afternoon wind shifts, cool against their warmed skin, stirring the waves into a gentle call.
Nathanâs fingers flex, brushing against Matthewâs knuckles, and then he exhales, stretching. He turns his head toward the sea, as if remembering where they are, as if remembering that the moment is still theirs.
Matthew watches him for a beat longer. Still memorizing. Still holding on.
But thenâ Nathan tilts his head back toward him, a slow, contented smile on his lips.
"Come on," he murmurs, his voice still drowsy, still wrapped in warmth. "The waterâs waiting."
And just like thatâhe is reaching first this time.
Nathan rises, shaking off the last remnants of stillness, of surrender, of rest, of love settled deep in his bones
Matthew exhales a soft laugh, shaking his head as he watches him go. But he follows. Of course, he follows.
They leave their uniforms folded in the sand, wading into the Mediterranean with the same ease, the same inevitability that brought them to each other.
Nathan moves first, stepping forward until the waves lap at his ribs, his head tilting back as the water cools the last traces of fire from his skin.
Matthew watches, standing just behind, before a smirk pulls at his lips andâwith one decisive motionâhe splashes him.
They push, pull, tumble, weightless in the salt and the sun, until breathless gasps turn to easy floating, until the playfulness settles into something quieter, something softer.
And for a while, there is nothing but the lull of waves, the endless stretch of the horizon, the feeling of existing completely, entirely, within a moment that cannot be taken from them.
The war will call them back soon.
The car will carry them away from this place, this day, this version of themselves that exists only here, in this golden light, in this fleeting, eternal afternoon.
But not yet. Not while the sea still welcomes them. Not while their bodies are still weightless in the salt and the sun.
Not while they still belong to this moment.
And so they go, to wash themselves clean, to cool the fire on their skin, to step together into the waves, knowing that no matter what happens nextâ
They were here.
This was real.
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The Ring, The Promise, The Memory of the Sea
They return to base regretfully.
The drive back is quieter than the drive there, the air thicker, heavier, full of something unspoken. The road winds ahead, dust curling behind them, the scent of salt still clinging to their skin. They do not rush, but they do not linger.
The world is waiting for them again. By the time they arrive, the golden hour has faded into the cool edge of twilight. The moment has passed, but the weight of it remains.
Lieutenant Calloway watches them approach, standing near the barracks, arms folded. He doesnât look annoyed. He doesnât look surprised. "How was the swim?"
Matthew, ever quick, ever the showman, gives a casual smirk. âGood, sir. Refreshing.â
Nathan glances at himâjust a flicker, just a beatâbefore nodding. "Yeah. It was good."
Lieutenant Calloway looks at them both. He sees more than sun-kissed skin. He sees more than wet hair and salt-streaked arms.
He sees the change in them.
The way they stand just a little closer. The way their voices are too steady, too careful. The way they look at each other without looking at all.
But Lieutenant Calloway is no fool. He does not ask what he already knows.
Instead, he exhales, gives a short nod, and mutters, "Good. Glad you made it back before dark - barely. Get some rest. Big show coming up."
And just like thatâthe world returns.
The normalcy.
The routine.
The performance of daily life.
Nathan sings again. Matthew charms a crowd again. Their days resume, full of staged laughter, careful movements, rehearsed lines.
But the sea has not left them. The rising and the falling of the tide still pull at them.
It stays in Nathanâs voice, in the way he sings just a little differently now, in the way Matthew hears something new in every note.
It stays in the weight of their gazes, the brushes of their hands when passing a prop, the slow, lingering minutes before sleep takes them at night.
And then, one night, after a show, Matthew finds his chance.
The world is quieter in the wings, where the only light is the glow from the stage beyond. The last soldier lingers off, laughing in the distance. Nathan is rolling up a spare cord when Matthew catches his wrist, tugs him back into the shadows.
Nathan stills, looking at him, questioning. He sees something raw in Matthew's eyes, something full of urgency.
And thenâMatthew presses something into his palm.
A ring.
Cheap. Small. Nothing. Everything.
Nathan exhales a soft laugh, looking down at it, laughing, touched. âWhat the hell is this?â
Matthew doesnât laugh. He watches himâserious, steady, certain.
"I mean it," Matthew says, voice low, voice careful. "After the war. We'll find each other."
Nathan blinks, his fingers curling around it instinctively. He swallows, tries for something easy, something light, but it doesnât come. Because Matthew means it.
Nathan doesnât say yes. He doesnât say, I promise.
Because promises in war are fragile things.
But he slips the ring onto his finger. And Matthew sees that for what it is.
A vow. An answer.
A quiet yes when the world does not allow them to speak it aloud.
Nathan keeps it. Wears it.
And within a few weeks, he is gone. His unit is called to a new front.
Because that is how war is.
Because the world does not stop for love.
Matthew watches him leave. Nathan does not look back.
But Matthew knowsâ That Nathan carries the sea with him now.
That Nathan carries that day with him now.
That Nathan carries him with him now.
And somewhere, in the folds of a uniform, against the skin of his hand, the ring remains.
A promise.
A memory.
A hope that, one day, the sea will bring them back to each other.
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Hi, i'm not particularly familiar with that series nor are we mutuals or anything but this appeared on my for you page and i love magical girls so i hope you don't mind if i give my 2 cents lol!
Firstly, i have to say that i really love the second rough draft! Imo, though Lady Maria wears very muted colors even compared to other knights of Cainhurst, adding a little color in magical girl settings is almost mandatory (in my humble opinion). I'd think she'd keep being mostly dark brown and black with touches of red, but the addition of blue was a really nice touch that really helps the red & black stand out much more! I love that effect a lot.
Now, since you mentioned you do want to keep her looking butch in her transformed form (as opposed to like Sailor Uranus who has to wear the same government mandated miniskirt as everyone else RIP) i think there are a lott of possible ways to incorporate that in a magical girl outfits that could look very cool! Below is some badly done collages of outfits i think that could give you some inspo in general, one for fictional characters and one for ouji lolita styles which i think work wonderfully for masc magical girls. I think magical girls do not have to be PreCure levels of over the top to work (like, MadoMagi franchise has a distinctly simple shape to their girls, usually based on real life lolita fashion and it works really well and is, in my controversial opinion, more charming to look at) but you can overexaggerate those as much as you want!
As for the clock motif, i just think... Steampunk. Just like. In general. Those guys do love gears and clocks where they weren't supposed to be but hey, it does look cool. The possibilities are truly endless and there's no real wrong way to apply that principle.
Cases in point:


Is anyone a fan of bloodborne and also Ginjnaninjaowo's Prism series?? Please I'm fighting for my life trying to make Maria into a magical girl Notes on First Rough Draft:
I realized I didn't know how the hell magical girls worked. I only ever watched madoka and it's a lot like a very intricate clock to me, as in I can see somewhat how it works, but the actual components are foreign to me. In trying to be as extra as a magical girl, the whole thing feels incohesive. The thing is, Maria has to have a strong color palette since she's one of the old hunters and I don't know how to even begin balancing said palette if black and white don't count. I'm also at a disadvantage since most of bloodborne is covered in red and black and the clocktower is an intentional washed out grey. I couldn't find a shape that was simple enough to read as "prism shape" to me. This was somewhat fun but what the hell reads as "Clock" here other than her weapons? So definitely more references are needed.
Notes on Second Rough Draft:
I just looked up pirate magical girl since I'm very attached to the cravat and I just wanted to figure out how someone would keep that while doing magical girl stuff. As someone who is a firm lover of butch women, this felt like sacrilege- almost like I just drew Gherman's fantasy. There are colors though! And she has her funny lil hat that I love. The trim is bit weird but I was afraid of overusing the clock ticks. Still feels miles ahead of the other design though so I'll take it!
please, if you have any questions or suggestions- dm me or throw something in my ask box. Thank you ;-;
#Also i said this before but i think Lady Maria was heavily Takarazuka Revue based so i think just looking into the otokoyakus of TKRZK#-might help immensely when designing clothes for her in any AU because a lot of them have the Exact Same Vibes lol#In the collage are the tkrzk version of the Phantom (Erik from PotO) and Der Tod (from Elisabeth) for example#I hope this helps somehow!
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