#god bless whoever designed this outfit

[yaralulu]

can we please (PLEASE) talk about this outfit (PLEASE).

LOOK AT IT FROM THE BACKK

[iliketrainmen]

Chat I lied about Roark needing to win so here's the concept art/stuff I was talking about in regards to a sygna suit

So... here's a design for Sygna Suit Roark and Nihilego! Because I thought it would be really funny if I paired him up with his tormentor and he got Nihilego instead of Lusamine. He'd be a 5 star unit with an ex because... well... sygna suits are five stars and it'd be cruel to make him the outlier. Haven't made a ex recolor, but I suppose it'd flip around the colors a little bit. Pale blue is replaced with purple and vice versa. Probably leave everything else alone for the most part. Maybe make his shirt white.

Very heavily based off of Nihilego's design + color palette. Did take some creative liberties with it though so it didn't feel too similar to his original design. Emphasized Nihilego's poison typing when it came to the leggings, so there's some added purple and a wavy pattern for the singular thigh high. Also wanted to add in details that would point to his geological origin without being too obvious, so there exists two geology-related design choices in his outfit. Brownie points to whoever finds em. Couldn't decide between Nihilego's blue and Roark's yellow for the highlights, so I used both.

Below is me rambling how he'd work in game, so if you're only here for the art, I'd recommend stopping here.

So you've chosen to listen to my hour long rambling. Arceus bless you and by the gods you will be here for a while.

When it comes to his sygna suit, I want it to feel different but still kind of reminiscent of his original kit. With him and Rampardos, he's essentially a nuker that nukes himself in the process whilst dealing a ridiculous amount of damage. That's the part that feels the most memorable about his kit, so I'd want it to transfer over to his sygna suit counterpart.

So... the only logical next step is to make him a ridiculously good support pair that nukes themselves with their abilities. A kit that's focused on maximizing buffs for the sweeper before the pair kicks the bucket. Something not very good for multi-stage progression levels, but phenomenal for boss levels.

Its not really finalized (this is a concept post, after all), but here's some ideas I'll shoot out.

One (1) singular attack move that all characters must have

Acid Spray — 1 bar

Ridiculously weak, only use if you're in a pinch. Something must have gone terribly wrong if you're using this.

24 power (Special and Poison type)

100% accuracy

No additional effects

The other move that isn't really an attack move

Pain Split — 3 bars

The reason it's three bars is because I can smell how broken this is going to be. I can smell it. Good heavens, is it Sunday already?

Equals out the Health points between Roark and the target. Works how it works in the mainline games. If the opponent has high health and Roark has low, they level out to the middle ground and vice versa. Probably broken on bosses. Do I have a fix? Nope. Do I care to fix it? Nope.

--- power; this move is based purely on health

100% accuracy

No additional effects

Support moves that aren't actually pokemon moves

Hemlock-Tipped Rock (2/2)

Raises all stats of all allied pairs by one stage. When below 50% health, this raises all stats by two stages.

Removes 25% of Roark's total health, regardless of how much HP he has remaining.

Neurotoxin Overload! (1/1)

PERMANENTLY increases the speed that the move gauge recovers bars (for the rest of the match, at least). Move gauge fully replenished.

PERMANENTLY halves Roark's total health and remaining health. If he had 800 total health with 400 health remaining, he would end up having 400 total health with 200 health remaining. Potions and/or healing moves will not recover the total health loss. (For the rest of the match, at least).

The strongest double-edged blade in the game if this got added in. Nukes the units health for instant refill + permanent speed increase of regeneration for move gauge. Using this in tandem with both Hemlock-Tipped Spears will kill Roark but set the remaining strikers up for a sweep. Just like Arceus intended.

Sync Move!!! Yaaay!

Crystallized Sludge Wave

200 power base move

All opponents

The less health Roark has left, the more powerful this move is

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Okay awesome, the moves are all finished. If you came here for those, you can move on. The rest of this post is going to be about skills.

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Skills, hooray?

Skills are great, aren't they? You barely notice them if they're trash and notice if they're the reason a character is busted. Anyways.

Passive

Follow me

Attacks that strike multiple allies instead hit only Roark and Nihilego for all of the damage it would have done.

Say, in a normal scenario, a move would hit ally 1 for 100, Roark for 100, and ally 2 for 100. With this ability, allies 1 and 2 take no damage, but Roark takes 300.

This cannot be good for his health. This sync pair + sygna suit cannot be good for his health. Has anyone checked to see if Nihilego has injected poison into him? It must've if he's willingly having this skill.

Theme skills

Poison

Sinnoh

Gym Leader

Sygna Suit

Supernatural

Lucky Skill Recommendations

You can't really force lucky skills onto sync pairs as... well... they're luck-based and depend entirely on the build you're using. Here's what I'd recommend if he ever got in game.

—Power Reserves 2 : powers up moves when user is in a pinch (aka, has little health). You can imagine why I choose this one.

—Revenge Boost 4 : 50% chance of refilling move gauge by one upon getting hit. Points to passive skill.

Ex Role

Not touching this one because even after extensive googling I have no idea how this works.

End note

So, yeah. There's the concept stuff for a Roark sygna suit with Nihilego. Probably will be refined if I ever take another look at this, but this is what I got.

If you read this far, I hope you enjoyed! This post was a nice callback to those smash moveset concepts I used to make back in the day.

[achubbydumpling]

Hear me out okay so on twitter I’ve noticed lots of people point out that at the different gray man premieres Chris’ shirt buttons have been straining and I just can’t help but wonder if you have any ideas regarding that. Bc ik my mind is going wild w Chris evans tittys

dude 100% omg I was thinking about that!

1. whoever his stylist is: thank you 😌 and also, bless this shirt from the Lightyear premiere

GIF by forchrisevans

2. what if.. those shirts weren't that tight during the initial fitting but Chris really enjoyed his time off after filming

like no more diet plan or scheduled gym time, no personal trainer or dietician to monitor his progress for a certain role, so maybe he goes a bit overboard after starring opposite Ryan Gosling in an action movie

a certain physique was expected of him and that involved lots of work, discipline and restriction which he doesn't have to do after filming finishes

haha also imagine some designer reads the measurements Chris' stylist sends over while he's at his leanest and the designer is like "no, that can't be right" but sure enough when they double-check, Chris actually has those ridiculous proportions

so there's usually some time between when a movie wraps up filming and when it comes out and the premiere happens, I think The Gray Man wrapped at the end of April and it came out at the end of July

so, that's about three months for him to soften bulk up a bit and really test the stretch of those outfits with his new beefiness

I'm just gonna add some illustratory gifs of Evans' beefiness because why not 🤤🤤

GIFs by skeletoninspace

where were we? oh, yeah, 'straining shirt buttons' and Chris' tiddies

ok sooo you probably weren't thinking of a nursing kink but that's where my mind went 😅 so warning for that from here on out

and you know Seb would be all over it like obviously lean Chris is attractive but when he's a bit softer and he looks like he actually enjoys life outside the gym? oh yeah Seb can't resist

the only thing is... this time Chris' weight seems to be really emphasising his pecs, not that his chest wasn't impressive before but when Seb catches a glance of the way Chris' shirt stretches over them, the buttons gaping slightly and then the slight jiggle when Chris throws his head back to laugh and—yep, ok Seb has a new obsession

It's like someone flipped a switch in his mind because suddenly all he can think about is this. When Chris comes back to their hotel room after the premiere still wearing that damn tight shirt Seb can't keep his hands to himself. As soon as the door closes he's on Chris, fumbling for the button on his slacks and trying at the same time to push his hands up under his shirt.

"Hey," Chris laughs and grabs Seb's wrists, "what's gotten into you?"

Seb honest to god whines at the question. He doesn't want to think or talk, he just needs— he just—

His mind catches up to what he's been thinking and Seb realises with a start that he isn't even looking at Chris' face but right at his chest. That makes his head snap up but the blush is already spreading on his cheeks and creeping down his neck.

"Well, now I really want to know," Chris teases. He smiles widely while dread settles in the pit of Seb's stomach. He can't actually— His eyes flick down to Chris' chest again before Seb can stop himself.

"Oh. Oh, honey, I know I bulked up a bit but I didn't know you'd get like this."

Seb isn't exactly sure if Chris actually got what got him this riled up but he wasn't about to correct him and distract them from finally taking this to bed.

"So, what exactly is it? Because I've put weight on before and you never got quite this... enthusiastic."

Fuck.

Seb couldn't find his voice nor the words to explain exactly what he'd been thinking about. Vague flashes of a fantasy he'd never fully articulated.

"'s just, um, I've been thinkin' of..." Seb trails off and squeezes his eyes shut to try and concentrate on talking but all it does is make those thoughts clearer.

"Ok, it's difficult to talk about, hm? It's something sexual I know that."

Seb hides his face in his hands but he nods slightly when Chris waits for an answer.

"Did you discover a new kink, honey?"

He shudders at the pet name. They slipped so easily into Chris' speech but Seb noticed every time.

"Yeah," he whispered and his voice broke at the end.

haha I don't really have more on the topic I was basically just salivating over him and his outfit choices 😂

[crimsonrebel]

I swear this was supposed to be a doodle, but I don’t know self-restrain ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[yozzers]

Ok explaining my bruno/illiaster in the new future thoughts to the best of my ability bcs I feel like its nonsensical w out a visual timeline.

Im really interested in how life passes fr people like bruno and aporia who like have their actual faces shown on tv and such and seeing things like reruns of old races and being to point out "holy shit thats me" (the 3 nobles literally bring points in aporias life and bruno is antinomy min 19-20). Like “why does someone who looks exactly like me doing 200 yrs ago in these Incredibly well known events whaaat.”, also the idea of whether or not illiaster would cross paths in this new future without anapocalypse to bring them together.

This isnt really in an order, so god bless whoever reads this. Also this is all referencing to the new future yuseis battle w illiaster would create! (Referring to bruno as johnny for the majority of this as without illiaster he wouldnt have taken on the name antinomy etc)

-shout out to my favorite lofter fanfic, theyre thr only people who make johnny a duelist fanboy (if duelist fandom exist hed be what u call a yusei stan etc idfk these terms ♡) its rlly funny and it works

johnny misaki highschool friends via d wheel club or something, paradox is also there but hes like 2-3 yrs older so hes like That Older Friend You Go To Annoy

johnny misaki is like: guy who has too much to say & guy who never has anything to say; the appeal is fr me bcs i like frnds who have like their brains connected, johnny says stuff fr misaki etc etc

johnny and misaki form their d wheel team post hs w like one other guy idfk who or wtvr theyre mostly irrelevant but it was a frndgroup fr sure (all i can say is that theyre yellow to match w johnny and misakis respective blue and red, and that the d wheel is named beta kestrel-- name courtesy of a frnd)

my favorite hc rn is that Tech Genus was made st like the height of synchro summoning or smthing, so its made when Yusei was still alive like maybe 30s-40s, he requested to add a design in honor of bruno/antinomy --> TG star guardian

blah blah star guardian being a Yusei Certified Made Card johnny took inspo frm star guardians design to his d wheel outfit

- og illiaster timeline, i still think misaki was frnds w johnny but died during the meklord invasion. Idk how over the nexus works in tandem but smthing amthing testing out android bodies n such antinomy requested zone try and recreate something frn his memories: aka misaki, so i think her personality or body would seem more off etc (also shes not a subconcious implanted into a new body or smthing shes a total recreation of a person)

i personally really like heleenjte’s take on antinomy and paradox as cyborgs, to varying degrees of cybernetic uprades, and aporia being the only genuine android... so this idea is sort of nonsensical but view it as “one of illiasters many attempts and ideas that sort of went somewhere (with aporia) so woo? also lackey filler ig”

[ddarker-dreams]

Round Them Up. Yan Giorno x Reader [COMM]

warnings: kidnapping, canon typical violence, and some degrading language. word count: 3.4k.

A simple philosophy of budding romance is to keep date nights special. 

You’ve been told this for a long time, that the intimate experience between partners is always meant to be cherished. That with time, among other things, feelings start to change, or fade away all together. It’s a frightening aspect that you used to concern yourself with, the possibility of losing the spark that ignited passion within you in the first place. If these months dating Giorno Giovanna have taught you anything, it’s that these doubts were wrongfully planted. While he’s a busy man, he’s always gone above and beyond for your sake. Fancy dinners at the finest of establishments, picnics on the best private beaches of Italy, and even occasional trips to Milan or Rome. It isn’t the luxury that draws you to him like a moth to flame, but rather the enigma of a personality he brings. Every interaction with Giorno is imprinted on your mind. 

Charismatic, thoughtful, blessed with quick wit… your long list of admirations for him goes on. Humming lightly to yourself, there's an extra pep in your step as you take on the relatively mundane task of shopping. Shopping for clothes is usually one of your least favorite activities. Having to go in and out of dressing rooms, trying on multiple sizes of clothes just to find the one you need is out of stock, or the cashier pestering you into signing up for a credit card. The regular reservations that come with purchasing new clothes for your wardrobe are thrown out, as you’re too preoccupied looking forward to tonight. Giorno’s compliments of your person always feel so sincere, like every word has been designed only for you to hear. 

Tonight will be no different, an event marked on your calendar for the last month.

A romantic, seaside dinner. For the special occasion, you’re wanting to look the part. Feeling over the fabric underneath your fingertips, you inspect every item on the rack with potent interest. Keeping in mind the most flattering cuts for your body type, and the colors that complement your hair and complexion, multiple possible outfits are piled up one after the other. It’s difficult to fathom that you’ve already been in this store for a little over an hour, still undecided. Store clerks have come and gone, most trying a little too hard to keep you pleased. Finding their hovering around your person stifling, you managed to make your way around the store in hopes of avoiding further confrontation. It doesn’t strike you as strange how you haven’t seen anyone around lately, really. It’s not that busy a time of day, you believe.

“This should just about do it.” 

Hoisting up the tentatively picked selection, you make your way towards the back to try them on. When making your way over, you hear your phone buzzing, and look down to see who it is. There’s no fighting the smile that blossoms on your lips at the sight of Giorno’s name popping up on your screen, your phone background a picture of the two of you baking together. There’s flour smeared over his cheek, a result of your doing. Calling back fondly on the memory, your heart leaps in your chest at the chance to talk to him, if even for a brief moment. Sliding to unlock your phone, while balancing your clothes in the other arm, you see he’s asking about your day. 

A heavy set of footsteps saunter towards you, like a foreboding omen. 

“You must be real happy talking to whoever that is, huh?” A gruff voice catches your attention, and you look up to see an older looking man. He’s of intimidating stature, having broad shoulders, towering over you by at least a foot, accented with a navy suit. By his side are two men in a similar get up, all glowering down at you as if you were a speck of dust. You look around to see if it’s really you he’s speaking to, a spine chilling sensation trickling down your spine. There’s not a single soul in the store, other than the four of you. Not even the cashiers are at their station, the employees that were once buzzing about having vanished in thin air. 

There’s some malicious forces at play here. You need to get out of this, as soon as you can. 

Gulping, you subconsciously take a step back, pressing your phone to your chest. “Uh, I’m sorry… but can I help you…?” 

You cringe at how your voice wanes, not wanting to showcase your helplessness if you could help it. At your further prying, no information is offered. Time is set to a standstill, every passing second feeling more sluggish than the last. The main figure of the group regards you with little warmth, grabbing a picture from his breast pocket. He looks from the object in his hands to you, scrutinizing every detail. Never have you felt so small, so powerless. Whatever is going on here is sending alarms off in your head, a nasty premonition of things to come churning your stomach violently. 

“Now, listen to me real carefully. I don’t fancy the thought of messing up a pretty face like yours,” he opens the inside of his jacket, just enough for you to catch a glimpse of a handgun. You almost faint at the not so subtle message. “Follow me without any fuss, and you have my word no harm will come to you.” 

Your eyes dart around, searching for help that you’ll never find. Nausea and dizziness are cumbersome, rolling over you like crushing waves. You don’t know what to expect, all you can assume is that this won’t end well. Not trusting your tongue to form the words necessary to prevent the situation from getting worse, you nod your head once. The skin underneath his eyes tighten in mirth, pleased with your subservience, waving off the men behind him. He steps over, gesturing for you to join him by his side. Heart thrown into a frenzy against your ribcage, you’re amazed by how a simple task such as walking grows borderline impossible. Your phone is taken from you in the process, the chance of being tracked through that method now lost. He said that if you came along easily, you won’t be harmed, but why should you believe him? There has to be some way out of this.

The intermingling of speech between the group surrounding you gives the opportunity to look around, having spotted a series of hallways that are fire exits. Your main objective would be avoiding any possible gunfire, the cover these hallways bring the best and possibly only opportunity at an escape. You hold your breath, worried that any change in your breathing might be an indication of your hastily put together plan. With all your strength, you pivot on your heel, fully intending to run to cover. You make it a few paces, a sharp pain in your wrist preventing you from making it any further. A pained noise leaves you at the sudden jolt of pain, the joint being twisted painfully. Too taken with the ringing of your ears to notice their reprimanding words, you’re tugged along roughly. It’s a pain unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, dark bruises forming alongside the rapidly swelling skin. To make matters worse, the vice-like grip remains, since they no longer trust you not to make an escape attempt. 

Where the stranger walks, you follow in admitted defeat, wanting to alleviate the pain of your wrist. He leads you out the back of the store, many men in similar outfits standing against walls, or slithering in the background. A black car with tinted windows is your final destination. It’s pulled against the curb, the unknown man opening the door for you both to enter. Your nose crinkles at the aroma in the car, a combination of heavy cologne and cigarette smoke. Other cars follow in a single line behind you, the engine roaring to life. It makes you jump, your nerves frayed. There’s too much on your mind to pin down a single question, the tenderness of your fresh injury not helping in that regard. Having a plan to grasp onto, even if it’s a fallible, would be preferable to this. For now, you will yourself through the anxiety that plagues you to search for a solution. 

Once the car has taken off, he looks over to you, frowning at your limp hand. “You look scared outta your wits, little miss. Let’s see… that means you must really know nothing.” 

Now that you’re seated, the time to gather scraps of information has presented itself. This man isn’t a fellow Neapolitan, holding an accent reminiscent of northern Italy. From the few orders exchanged to what you presume to be his underlings, the dialect could possibly be Tuscan. What would people from there ever possibly want with you? It’s a prayer that may never reach the ears of god, but you pray they’re not taking you somewhere that far away. The best case scenario would be somehow escaping when the car is moving before it reaches the highway, but the car door is locked. Is smashing the window possible? It looks thick, likely bullet proof. There has to be a better opening. Your last escape attempt left much to be desired, but it was a knee jerk reaction. At least they didn’t open fire on you, but would you be so lucky for the next try?

Returning your attention back to the stranger, you immediately regret it. He’s wiping dried crimson off his hands with a handkerchief, staining the cloth. The sight answers the question from before, now certain that bloodshed isn’t one of the cards off the table. The pungent, metallic scent is undeniably blood, fresh one at that. Bile rises to your throat at the sight, hurriedly looking away as if it’d erase the nightmare that you’ve seen. Adrenaline continues pumping through your body, a momentary reprieve from the pain your wrist injury has brought. 

Your wandering eyes must have been too much of a giveaway, the man next to you letting out a humorless laugh. “This? I have to admit, Don Giovanna’s men aren’t easy to rid of. I was expecting more of a security detail around his prized passera. Though, seeing as you’ve been kept in the dark, keeping too many men around you might be suspicious.” 

There’s a certain bloodlust in the man’s gaze when he speaks Giorno’s surname, that chills your soul. The facades of a polite gentleman fade away, replaced by the spitting image of a mobster. His semantics in referring to you leave much to be desired, though the misogynistic language is the least of your concerns. Holding onto the lackluster set of information at your disposal, you take a wild stab in the dark at what could be happening here. While you’ve never intermingled with the mob, it’s not an uncommon tactic of obtaining wealth. Fleeting as it may be, some people go into crushing debts, having made deals with the devil. 

Sitting up straight and setting your lips into a straight line, you project a more composed version of yourself. You don’t want to give away the depths of your fear. “I’m not sure what it is you want with Giorno… but if it’s a money related debt, please let me help with it. I don’t want him to be in trouble.” 

The mobster takes a second to register your unprecedented words, eyes widening. Does that mean you figured out what the motivation here is? This assumption is thrown out the window as he bellows over, incapable of masking his amusement. 

Cheeks flushing with indignation at how he sputters out a condescending laugh, you want nothing more than to assert yourself. If not for the possible repercussions for doing so, you’d have done it long ago. “Unless you’ve got hundreds of billions of lire in that purse of yours, that won’t work, I wouldn’t count on it. His no drug policy has cost us more than you could imagine.” 

The jargon in use here erases all doubts from your mind. There’s no denying the fact that this is somehow related to gangs, Giorno, or both. You’ve never meddled in your partner’s affairs. Never so much as blinking at an eye at the smooth explanations for his coming into wealth, not seeing the point in prying beyond the surface. The usage of Don had caught your attention earlier, though that can sometimes apply to wealthy or powerful men in general. A lump forms in your throat as you think more on the subject, arriving at the conclusion Giorno is involved in more than you ever anticipated.

---

“Are you sure about clearing the schedule for tonight?” Mista inquires, giving the pistol in his hand another glance over. He inspects every groove, having already familiarized himself with all aspects of the weapon. Checking to make sure it can work at all times is a necessity, seeing as he’ll never know when the time will come to use it. Giorno leans back into his chair, not paying immediate heed to the gunslinger’s concerns. He steals a glance down at his phone, still expecting to have seen a message from you by now. At the further absence of your response, he responds to Mista. 

“There’s nothing left to discuss. I’ve made my demands of them very clear.” Giorno fights back the urge to sigh, the weight of dealing with rebellious groups sadly nothing new. As long as their avenues of making money involve the drug trade, they won’t ever bend permanently, all of the promises naught but lip service. Not even long lasting Passione allies prove to be fully complacent. That was all before him, anyways, when they could operate without accountability. 

“We have enough evidence of their conduct. Niceties are no longer necessary.” 

Mista raises an eyebrow, catching onto the hidden intent laced within Giorno’s words. “So it’s come to that, huh? You’d think the stories of what happened to the former narcotics team would be enough to keep them at bay. It was brutal, right Fugo?” 

The aforementioned male fights the urge to roll his eyes, leaning against the hardwood of Giorno’s desk. While his role is more of an advisor to Giorno than Mista’s, he can’t help but express a similar sentiment. There likely isn’t a better option, having discussed and been promised dozens of times that the mafioso from Tuscany would cease their drug trades. Each time has proved a fruitless endeavor, the Don from the most prominent group in that area going through great lengths to hide his tracks of the grimy dealings. 

“But you know, Giorno… Enzo’s men won’t be taking kindly to being cut off,” Fugo pipes up, taking the opportunity to voice his own share of concern. “You’ve been giving them the cold shoulder for a little over a week. It’s only a matter of time until he figures out what’s going on, or worse… does something about it.” 

Giorno gives a look of recognition, having already thought of this. It’s undesirable to think about, but seeing how the day’s heading, he might have to cancel his plans for you tonight. “I’m expecting it, yes. It’s a shame how stubborn he’s been on the matter.” 

Fugo’s lips part, only to be interrupted by the door to Giorno’s study suddenly being flung open. Scrunching up his eyebrows at the impudent entrance of one of Passione’s underlings, all words of admonishment disappear when spotting what’s unmistakably your phone in the guard’s hands. The room goes dead silent, Giorno standing from his spot and walking over to inspect your belonging. In the world they live in, this is a threat, most likely relating to the very topic the three of them were just discussing.

“When did this show up?” Giorno takes your phone into the palm of his hand, Mista and Fugo leaving their own spots to do the same. The guard is flushed, out of breath, most likely having run from the entrance of the villa to this spot. Even under the immense pressure this brings, Giorno’s tone remains an even timbre. Fugo spots the slightest of shakes in his fingers, eyes moving back to the guard for the sake of Giorno’s privacy. It’s affecting him on some level, but he knows Giorno; and how he deals with stressors like this. 

“J-just now, sir,” The guard explains in a frenzy, chest heaving for air. “We lost contact with [First]’s escorts about five minutes ago, I already sent out men to the last known spot she was seen at.” 

Giorno’s lips twitch downwards in evident displeasure, lips pursed. This misfortune of human error will be addressed at a later time, when he knows you’re safe. “Why was I not alerted sooner?” 

“We thought it might be a technical issue--”

Your phone has already been imbued with life, morphing into a butterfly from the usage of Gold Experience’s ability. Giorno strides past the bewildered guard without care, Fugo and Mista following soon after him. Fugo reaches down into his pocket, procuring a set of car keys, seeing as Giorno’s set on walking towards the garage. For once, neither he or Mista offer any quips to lighten the situation. Their knowledge of your relationship with Giorno is fuzzy at best, morally obscured at worse. Fugo’s turned a blind eye to the private life of his Don, not wanting to dip into the rabbit hole. He’s seen enough to know you’re blissfully unaware of Giorno’s invisible touch in your life. 

Mista is the first to try and speak up. “We’ll get her back, Giorno.” 

“Of course.” The words are curt, borderline snappy. They make their way to one of his many sports cars, their attention set on the butterflies movements. Fugo notes how it’s heading north, further confirming the suspicion that you’re currently in the hands of the gangster group from Tuscany. Giorno receives a plethora of phone calls in the drive, ranging in information regarding the attack and your possible whereabouts. A group of cars with unmarked license plates were confirmed by some of the workers at the mall, who had been threatened into compliance. They gave rough descriptions that fit the bill of one of Enzo’s Capos. This feels deeply personal, cutting too close for Giorno’s liking. 

He had not been expecting such a brazen counterattack, operating with casualties in broad daylight is almost unheard of. A testament to their desperate mindset, if he had to guess. It’s true that they’ve been bleeding dry ever since he’s enforced the zero tolerance drug policy, not that there aren’t other options of securing wealth. The unsavory method is one of the easiest and most lucrative, before he was in charge that is. His mind goes to you, and the possibilities run rampant. 

Gold Experience can heal any physical wounds inflicted on you, but the mental scarring… that will be another issue entirely. 

Though, he’s certain that they won’t kill you. You’re too valuable a bargaining chip, but there are fates far worse than death. Thinking about it brings emotions to the surface he hasn’t experienced in a long time, flurries of malicious thoughts pointed towards your captors forming. They’ll meet a befitting death -- he’ll make certain of that -- but your well being is of the top priority. Giorno wills himself to remain in control, fighting off the shakiness that threatens to overtake him. The last thing he needs to do right now is allow his carefully crafted composure to slip, it would serve no one. 

He catches Fugo sending him the occasional glance, but thinks little of it. 

There’s a strong resolve unique to you, Giorno believes. He regrets not having placed tighter security on you, mentally drafting up ways to avoid a situation like this from ever repeating again. It’ll be a much more constrictive way of living, and while it pains him to think of you losing some freedoms, it’s all for the greater good. Having been so caught up in his personal feelings of allowing you the autonomy to do as you please is what led to this misfortune in the first place, a mistake he will not repeat. When you’re back in his sight, completely safe, he’ll make sure nothing like this ever happens again.

You’ll come to understand it. 

[astrovian]

the official ranking of Claude Becker outfits

the official ranking of Daniel Miller outfits here

the official ranking of Adam Price outfits here

all Claude Becker outfits & rankings under the cut

we all know RA looks good in a suit, blah, blah, blah

after two of these rankings, this outfit is the physical embodiment of a yawn

I do appreciate the patterned tie to change things up a tad even if I’m not into the pattern itself. the intent is there, just not the execution

I will give props to the team for giving Claude a patterned dress shirt here (you have to squint a bit on the second image - more on patterned dress shirts later), but they really should have upped the game a little - change the tie & be less subtle with the shirt pattern

and I ask you, does Claude Becker not strike you as a man who would insist on at least a pocket square with his suits?? dream bigger stylists

3/10

@whoever stores old movie props if these weren’t disposed of immediately after filming i will pay you for a copy of one of these

putting aside the hilarious social commentary and fucking literal writing on this magazine cover done by some poor prop designer at 2am (”How to starve artists and other capitalist things”, as well as ”Claude Becker rolls up his shirtsleeves and unties his tie and puts on a vest and casually hangs his hands from his pockets” etc.), this is a nice change-up that made me question why we don’t have RA in just a waistcoat and dress shirt more often

also that tie pattern? fab. I love it. that is how to do a patterned tie. I hope we all know RA looks good in a suit, blah, blah, blah is paying attention

that being said, minimal points because we don’t actually see Claude wearing it in real life

4/10

where, oh where is my polo shirt? oh look, it’s right there

is there any RA character who is not afflicted with a polo shirt? not recently, apparently

I genuinely thought that it was a dress shirt for a moment which had me disappointed at the banality but then that turned into utter devastation as I realised we actually are looking at a long sleeve zip up polo shirt

the draping of the coat? phenomenal and what really brings this entire thing together

the long/three-quarter sleeves? the zip-up rather than buttons? better than one can normally expect from a polo shirt... and then they went and added stripes to the collar and sleeves?? regret

could be a lot worse but could ultimately also not be a polo shirt as well 4.5/10

could have tried harder during lessons but was a pleasure to have in class

I’m sure you all know my long-sleeve shirt obsession with RA but I made a promise to be honest with myself on these lists. the only feeling this outfit evokes is a ‘eh’

the equivalent of a middle slider 5/10

the Claude you’d actually have a fun day with

there’s something about RA in a hoody that just bangs. good lord I also have a weakness for those forearms

I also thought for a good moment these were dark jeans, but they disappointingly turn out to be sweatpants? however, it has made me think that we need to see RA in some darker denim shades more often 

this Claude is could have tried harder during lessons but was a pleasure to have in class but with just a little more fun and class to boost it *just* outside of the ‘eh’ zone

5.2/10

now this is how we do a long-sleeved shirt

I think it’s been fairly well-established by now that loose, long-sleeved RA is my ultimate weakness, so it’s nice to see that Ocean’s 8 is also making a concerted effort to murder me

also Claude’s obsession with sweatpants is giving me life

this is the Claude you make pasta with. and that pasta would be damn tasty, too

5.9/10

come hither

just-woken-up Claude is made 100x better by the bed head hair and the sleepy gaze

this man needs to get back into bed for a snuggle (preferably with me)

I can’t decide if I’m into the loose boxers or missing the tighter Adam Price undies. either way, it’s definitely not a bad aesthetic. and it reminds me, like dad chic Adam Price, that we don’t get enough of RA in shorts

I feel bad assigning numbers to a a shirtless one BUT Claude does transform into being fully-clothed in this scene so I’m going with it 6.4/10

you can kiss my hand anytime

the blessing of this film is not only the visual assault of attractive actors from all sides and genders, but it also instigates in me the thought that RA is wearing printed dress shirts and I can’t remember the last time I saw this?? I never even realised how much I need to see a lot more of this kind of look on RA until we were blessed with this vision

look at those lil’ elephants!! adorable. I hope Claude has a closet full of these with different animals on them

this outfit was so good, RA even wore it in his behind-the-scenes interview

7/10 for a printed, suited dream

the Claude you take home to mom & dad

god, it’s even better without the suit jacket

this is my honest appeal to the powers that may or may not be to put RA in more printed dress shirts

7.6/10

sometimes I think I should be more ashamed of myself

I feel like I need to preface this one thusly: okay, but like hear me out for real this time

I know this is ultimate hipster white-dude look and RA plays into that character so fantastically with Claude here. I mean just look at his expression. something about this whole look makes me want to simultaneously punch this man in the face and also take him home with me

this is a man who you know is a mistake before you make it, but choose to follow through anyway. he’s that last shot of tequila or the 5th glass of wine. you know you would go for him too. don’t even try to deny it

is the high ranking because of the novelty factor? is it because I’ve never seen RA wear a beanie like that and honestly the infamous running Daniel Miller could take notes? is it because I can’t take anyone who wears a beanie like that seriously?

all we do know is that I also can’t believe this is so high on the list

7.8/10

the moment we all learned Claude is 100% a bottom

one of the most iconic Claude moments in the film. RA plays the ‘dumb horny idiot’ character so well in this scene

not so into the pinstriped suit jacket but the hoodie peeking out from underneath combined with the thin scarf makes it for me

8/10

question: how may teeny-weeny scarves does Claude own, exactly?

who could forget the iconic moment when Sandra Bullock nearly shivs RA?

we have another printed dress shirt and I am HERE for it. it even has birds this time!! nice to see that Claude is not just a land mammal sort of man

I will concede that this is the sort of pattern that few men can pull off but RA is making it work and I am living

8.7/10

I’m not sure I can make a comment on this one that is even remotely appropriate except for “I told you Claude is a bottom”

safety first, buy some proper restraints for the bedroom please Claude/10

 modern royalty au Thorin

this is the moment that every single Hobbit fan went “hell yeah, now I have the perfect new aesthetic for my modern royalty Hobbit AU” (as an avid lotr/hobbit fan, I am not joking here)

RA looks like royalty here because he should be. please sign my petition to have RA usurp the British Queen

for real though, that baby blue sash is the 1000% perfect added touch to this suit and we love RA in a baby blue. a decent (and clearly successful) effort to match the faux Met Gala theme: European royalty. however, it is also pretty accurate re: the imaginative effort that most men have with altering their Met Gala outfits to fit that year’s theme

we need more RA in ‘modern royal’ roles for the #aesthetic and also so that he can dress like this more often

9.3/10 for a princely (or dare I say kingly?) figure

James Corden looks so gleeful running after Claude that it makes me happy. I get it, James. I get it

there’s really nothing spectacular about the general outfit here - except for the swagger RA is giving this

pants? shirt? boring, meh

check scarf? a brilliant switch up from Claude’s normal thin scarves. 

the popped coat? now we’re cooking

the sunglasses and wind-ruffled hair that screams “I’m hungover but I still look effortlessly handsome”? delectable

the dogs?? the best set dressing one could ask for

the attitude and ‘I’m too cool for you’ swagger? priceless and what makes this the second-best outfit of the whole film

9.6/10 this man could punch me and I would be grateful

hot diggity dog, someone get me Claude’s handcuffs

from the front view, it could be argued that this outfit (well, technically it may not really be a separate outfit as it’s the undone version of modern royalty au Thorin), while fairly exceptional, does not first place make

however, someone had the idea to shoot RA from a side angle in this and for that I am eternally in their debt

it’s all about the tease with this one. the glimpse of the suspenders (and holy shit, RA in suspenders was not a look I had thought about before). the way the waist coat hangs off Claude’s chest like that, just enough to make its presence obvious. the cufflinks. the delicate pocket watch chain.

if previous outfits on this list have been all sex and swagger, this is the foreplay. the subtle strip tease.

10/10 

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

Imagine this: You are at a small party and you get bored with all the mindless chattering and gossip. You say you need some fresh air and head outside. Sighing, you place your wine glass down on a table and take off your heels. "Good evening.", a voice calls out from behind you. Your eyes meet mesmerizing scarlet. You know this man. But does he know you? "May I have this dance, my fellow outcast?" Smiling as you cringe at his words, you take his hand. (1/2)

Holy shit, Anon!

Before I start, I need to tell you that I am obsessed with this ask, and literally started mentally writing this the MINUTE I read through. Please pardon a little creative license; I couldn't resist. Hope you enjoy!

Edit 22 Oct. 2021- As a special request, there is another part to this fic, told from Gil’s perspective this time. Thank you for reading!

It isn't as hard to slip away from the festivities as it should be; everyone is already so deep into their drinks that they wouldn't really notice even if you did made an effort to announce your departure.

You take the miracle at face value however, weaving through various groups and couples to the kitchen, topping up your single glass of wine and stealing a few pieces of food.

For a few minutes, all is quiet in your little haven, only the soft lighting from the stove and a jack-o-lantern keeping you company. You finish off a few bites, and just as you're about to grab some more food, a couple stumbles through the doorway, oblivious to everyone and everything.

Deciding you would rather leave than interrupt them, you slip out the back door, closing it softly behind you.

Sunset is painting the sky in vibrant lilac and rose, birdsong still carrying across the yard. The day is still fairly warm, and you slip your shoes off with a sigh, wiggling your toes through the grass as you make your way to a white bistro set.

There are two empty chairs, and you happily take the nearest one, setting your glass on the table, happy to melt into the iron.There is nothing except the beautiful sky and a newfound inner peace. Blessed silence after all the hullabaloo and gossipmongering from the past hour.

"G'evenin'."

Dammit.

You hadn't noticed anyone else slipping outside, or hanging out in the yard. And now you'll have to make small talk again and feign interest in whatever pointless topics come up. Terrific.

Not bothering to even glance at your companion, who is already making himself comfortable in the other chair, you offer a frustrated sigh. "Hi."

"Oof. Little bitterness there."

Whoever he is, he sounds concerned, if not bemused.

Despite your irritation at having your privacy interrupted, you don your manners once more, turning to him with a smile you don't really feel. "Long night, sorry."

He hums. "That I get. More like a long week I think."

The admission and his tone have you breathing out the ghost of a laugh. "You got me there."

He's surprisingly quiet for a few minutes, seemingly just as content as you are to watch the skyscape. You find you're not nearly as uncomfortable with the company as you would have expected.

Subtly, you try to figure out exactly who he is, though the design of his mask makes it absolutely impossible. Really, the only thing you can make out are his eyes, a vibrant red you're sure are contacts.

You can't help but ogle his costume; he's dressed as if he stepped right out of a portrait, and if you didn't know better you would swear that was a genuine sapphire resting against his chest. And then there's his mask-

Scarlet eyes flicker your way, his lips turning up in a grin when he realizes you've been staring. "See something you like?"

You're far too embarrassed, yet somehow- "Jury's still out."

The grin grows even bigger, showing off the fangs that complete his ensemble. 

With how pale he is, you mentally decide, it's the perfect outfit for him.

You had thrown yours together on a whim, using a thrifted evening dress, hand-me-down jewelry, and a fake tiara you had worn a few times during your childhood. Ironically, the only part of your ensemble that was expensive is the mask itself, a custom piece that cost more than the rest of your outfit put together.

Now, sitting next to someone who looks like he stepped out of the 1800s, obnoxiously blue jacket and all, you feel a little underdressed, the feeling passing by as you realize he's discarded his own shoes and socks sometime ago.

There's something familiar about him, his slight slouch teasing at a memory from long ago. 

You would think, considering how few people are actually here, you would recognize him, would be able to figure out who he is.

But his eyes are strangers to you, his voice is... unique.

The not-knowing is more aggitating than his company, enough that it is the sole reason for your next words to him.

"As lovely as this has been, do you mind?"

There's no real expression on his face as he turns to you. "Nope. Do you?"

That was a challenge. You can see it in his eyes, heard the playful hitch in his voice. God help you, he's annoying. 

"Yes, actually." Deciding to press further, because why-the-hell not, you offer your own challenge. "You're interrupting my alone time."

"Pardon the intrusion, milady, but I'm pretty sure this is neutral territory."

"I was here first," you retort, a bit childishly.

He snorts, folding his arms across his chest, falling further into his chair, posture absolutely intended to mock you. "Were you, though?"

Dammit, he had you.

You shoot him a scathing look, one that was frankly just a little on the playful side, before folding your own arms and pretending to scowl at the setting sun.

A few more minutes pass, before you hear his voice again. "So..." he says, dragging out the sound in a pointed attempt at getting you to talk to him.

You ignore him, or you attempt to at least. It's kind of hard to do that when he's standing now, just inside your peripheral, head turned towards the heavens.

Finally realizing that you have no plans of responding, he takes another step, now more-or-less directly in your line of sight. "Why're you alone out here? Party's inside, ya know."

You level an unamused stare at his pointed question, a hint of bemusement coating your reply. "I could ask you the same thing."

He smirks, some quick, passing thing, before he hides it behind a small sip of his beer. "Touché."

Somehow, that brief exchange has revitalized you, and you take another drink from your wine, watching some birds make their final rounds for the evening.

The sky is shifting, darkening with each passing moment. And inside, the party is getting louder, laughter carrying out to you from the still partially open door.

He glances back towards the house, an odd expression on his face. You follow his gaze, almost instinctively, turning back to him curiously when you can't determine the cause of his- Discomfort? Irritation?

"You ever just want to run away?"

His question takes you by surprise, and you feel your heart constrict when his focus once more turns to you, achingly familiar eyes seemingly- haunted.

Whatever annoyance you had held previously is gone, replaced with something you don’t really recognize.

Trying to ignore it, you nearly default to the normal lie that comes with small talk, especially with strangers, but there's something so familiar about him-

You give yourself a minute to actually weigh his question, tasting different answers on your tongue. It teases you, the temporary daydream of just hitting the road, abandoning everything and everyone you know to start a new life elsewhere.

After a few moments- really, it could have been an Infinity or merely seconds- you have your answer.

"I'd be lying if the thought didn't appeal to me sometimes."

He hums, sounding somewhat detached, turning once more to study the treeline. There's a heaviness around him now, an aura that almost hurts to see.

"Something tells me it's been on your mind lately?"

He studies you for some time, and maybe it's the lighting or just the contacts, but you could swear his eyes are almost glowing. Finally he offers a small shrug, all that negativity seeming to disappear into thin air. 

"Eh. Comes and goes. Let's just say my cousin's really pissing me off."

You huff a laugh at the statement, thinking of your own loved ones inside, and how tipsy they were already when you first slipped outside. "Family, am I right?"

He hisses slightly, apparently his own form of laughter, that smile once more teasing the left corner of his mouth.

Silence reclaims the pair of you for a few more moments, and as awkward as it could have been- He's good company. After spending so long having to mindlessly chatter about the weather and ambitions, it was nice to simply breathe.

Your companion- it’s still bothering you that you don’t know his name- seems as at ease as you are, content to lean against the table as if he owns the place.

The sunlight is almost completely gone now, the waxing moon taunting you from behind a few scattered clouds painted in amethyst. The stars are not so shy, several distinct constellations already twinkling above you.

With the coming night, there's a chill creeping closer, a crispness to the air that has you sighing in contentment.

He seems to mistake the sound, eyes flashing with concern as he turns back to you. "Cold?"

Your denial is barely even formed before his jacket is over your shoulders, his lingering warmth already starting to seep into your bones.Your mouth opens in a small protest- Seriously, how dare he just assume!- but seeing how instinctively he had done it, how it almost seemed his second-nature-

Rather than offer up any protests, you sigh out a small thank you, and soon slide your arms into the sleeves, marveling at how warm the damn thing is despite how thin it is.

There is another round of laughter inside, and someone decides to raise the volume of the speakers.

Some orchestral piece is playing, a haunting melody that you felt befit a Gothic novel, a spellbinding spectrum of emotions carrying past the still opened door.

You see your companion shift, straightening his posture as he turns his attention back to you. Curious, brow raising slightly, you glance over at him, wondering at his next move.

Shockingly, he's bowing, a right, proper bow, before standing upright once more, a soft smile just noticeable. "May I have this dance, my fellow outcast?"

Oh God-

"You are ridiculous," you're laughing out, even as you take his offered hand.

He's grinning again, a playful look that fits him far better than some of the ones he's had on before. "It's all part of my charm!"

You're rolling your eyes, still smiling despite yourself.

It's only when he's guiding your hands to a ballroom position that you feel the first flickers of panic. You had been expecting maybe some swaying or just kind of shuffling, not-

"Relax, would ya?"

You meet his eyes, immediately reassured by the soft expression there, eased from that inexplicable familiarity. He isn't going to pressure you, and somehow you know he will always have your back.

"Just follow my lead; I've got ya."

You believe him. 

Despite not even knowing his name, what a majority of his face looks like, or even what accent that is- 

You believe him, and you decide to trust him.

Letting go is a strange sensation, one you're not entirely sure you dislike. He seems to know you're a novice, goes at a tempo that he can easily guide you through. Despite never having danced like this before, a few moments in you feel as if a part of you has been reawakened, the next steps coming to you before he begins to move into them.

He seems almost proud of your progress, your dance becoming more a partnership with each passing moment.

The song had shifted a long while ago- now some creepy lofi piece with samplings from a children's cartoon- yet your pace remained the same.

"So..." He puts out into the air, a pensive prompt that has you smiling.

"So," you repeat curiously.

There's another weird expression, fading away before you can analyze it. 

"What's your name?"

Maybe it's the thrill of anonymity, or maybe you're too caught up in the giddiness of your newly discovered talent. Instead of giving him a straight answer, you playfully offer: "Someone smarter than Cinderella's Prince Charming." 

Pensive, you offer an extra thought. "I know the power of a name; who knows what you'd do with it."

The comment seems to amuse him, that achingly familiar smile returning as he guides you into a dip. He hovers there for a moment, slightly pensive. "You know, Prince Charming is a lot smarter than you give him credit for." 

He's guiding you back up, his eyes glowing once you're upright again. "He could do more with his beloved's name than she could even begin to imagine."

That last line, a whisper meant just for the two of you, is digging at you, tugging at some memory buried deep, deep in your subconscious. 

There's something there, a name starting to shape on your lips-

But then he's doing that half-shrug again, dismissing the exchange entirely. "No matter. Keep your secrets, princess."

The last word was spoken with such fondness that your heart actually skipped a beat.

He barely gives you a moment to process, pulling you into a different routine that soon has the rest of the world fading away again. You let yourself forget everything else for a while; you exist only in this moment, dancing on the grass with a stranger.

Except, he's not a stranger, is he?

God help you, you know this is the first time you've met him, know that you've never interacted with this man before in your life, but you know him.

With every minute you spend with him, you imagine all kinds of moments with him- 

Laughter as he wipes chocolate cake off his cheek from an impromptu food fight, annoyance at his cousin's lecturing, the soft smile of pride as he listens to his brother's speech.

And dammit, he never even mentioned having a brother.

But the daydreams keep coming.

Holding his hand in some cobblestoned square, racing through the woods, collapsing into a freshly constructed snow fort, lazing in bed running your fingers through his hair while he reads aloud-

They're so vivid that you're starting to wonder if you lived an entire life with him already.

And God, doesn't that make you sound so ridiculous. 

You've only just met this guy, literally know maybe five things about him, and yet you're already imagining a future with him.

Life isn't some fairietale, and despite the tiara you're wearing for the night, you are not a princess. Shit like this isn't real.

But the way he's looking at you, watching you with such vulnerability and longing-

He's pulling you closer, your eyes drifting shut reflexively.

You feel his breath teasing your neck, his hand pulling you closer to him.

You-

A familiar voice is calling your name.

You barely hear it over the sound of your racing heart beat, over his. Your eyes flash open in irritation, though not at him. Never at him.

"It's not midnight yet."

Given the circumstances, the weight of his hand on your back, how tantalizingly close he is, and the inexplicable gravity you've long since stopped denying, his growl actually elicits a laugh, pained as it is.

"Sadly even the most rebellious of us princesses still have curfews."

He groans in frustration, arms wrapping around you in a hug, his forehead dropping against your own. "Don't. I-" His eyes are meeting yours again, darkened by expanded irises and still nearly sparkling for how vibrant the red is. 

"Run away with me."

It's a whisper, a plea. It echoes through your entire heart and soul, that aching a crescendo of longing and adoration.You would give anything to stay with him, would follow him in a heartbeat.

But you have a family, a job, responsibilities. You can't abandon them, even at the risk of never seeing him again.

"I'm sorry," you force out, the agony resounding from every last inch of your soul. 

You never meant the words as much as you mean them now, your own heart breaking in your decision.

You step away from him, shedding his jacket and turning away.You know if you look at him, if you see his face, if you glance at his eyes once more time-

You manage five steps before he's choking out your name. You close your eyes at the pain in his voice, but it's not enough.

He's used your name, and the sound of it from his lips, the weight of it on your spirit, it's too much for you to resist.

You're turning again, once again struck by how devastatingly handsome he is right now, how much sway he already has over you. 

Every one of his approaching steps, each more confident than the last, is increasing the tempo of your heartbeat, filling you to the brim with anticipation.

It's ridiculous, impossible.

Yet you can't lie to yourself. Not about this.

"Please."

He's barely an arm's distance away from you now, hair haloed and features shadowed from the nearby sconces. And those damned eyes-

"N-"

He's murmuring your name again, slowly, hypnotically, shaping it as if he's savoring the flavor, enjoying how it feels. 

You really want to ignore the effect it has on you, but he's whispering it again, not giving you a moment's mercy. 

"Come with me."

You're powerless to resist.

"Yes." 

[napinthecemetery]

Whoever designed markus’ outfit GOD FUCKING BLESS YOU that shit is sexy as hell !!!!!!

[thebutterflea]

it's fu king TIIIIIMEE

I completely forgot to live post while watching Idolish7 my thoughts before, so here we are. a simple mention of train, ing, and camp and i am already joyfully moonwalking into third beat's episode 10 . lets fucking gooooo

02:11 - my blood pressure doubled when the t c words were mentioned

02:39 - good job, sogo. you managed to downplay the fanboy moment u just had

02:43 - yamato-san, don't be playing. you apparently have enough stamina for other things ( ¬_¬)

03:35 - AHHHH tenn's first appearance!!! this episode has already been ✨blessed✨

04:53 - character fucking DEVELOPMENT COME THRUUUU

05:05 - ooooooooo... some gay shit

05:51 - everybody stay calm, stay fucking calm, its HAPPENING AHHHHHHH

06:06 - why's this dramatic flash back kind of sending me ?? 💀💀

06:25 - and why do all the older people in show look like they smelling shit CONSTANTLY??? are you guys ok

06:50 - sogo's drippy outfit doing something to my head. im off to mop the floors

07:37 - you always do amazing sweetie <3333 i support my son 98% of the time

08:03 - IMMMMMM NOTTTTT READDYYYYYYY can you tell im excited? for anyone who hasn't seen the game, shits about to get real

08:23 - tsumugi's face in this moment, i cant

08:32 - ahhhhh my fave, so cute. anyone who hates mitsuki needs jail time to reflect

09:25 - i actually clasped my hands together in prayer at this moment. oh lord, i thank you for this daily bread and live humbly another day in your light.

09:28 - should u be talking right now, ryuu?? where's your public persona right now, rYUU??

10:10 - yep, this seems about right

11:05 - aw why's iori look so awkward rn? who hurt him

11:48 - EEEEEeeee cameras are here can u shut tf up please ryuu love youu <333

12:19 - these poor staff members are earning their wages tonight

12:55 - sogo please you are sending me with that fucking laughhh 💀

13:24 - my head was thrown back forcibly with this one shot. can they stop giving us tenn, i'd like to live to tomorrow

13:39 - sogo this episode, i cant believe he said he wasn't funny 🤣🤣

14:46 - whoever decided to give iori that pointer thing in the script for this episode is doing god's work rn

15:23 - this some shit i would 100% be doing. and that's why i love tamaki. thanks for coming to my ted talk

15:56 - lord this man and i are on the same page. hey bestie

16:09 - you know it's a concerning infatuation when i rewatch this expression at least 10 times

16:34 - me and you both sogo

16:57 - who watched higarashi: when they cry and then drew this shot? i just wanna talk...

...about the lack of a TRIGGER™ warning

17:45 - the sound design of this episode is impeccable

18:39 - why am i literally in love with this sentient lamppost? who let him walk around like this

18:47 - hi, what the fuck??

19:11 - apparently im screaming a lot of this episode. this is shot is one example why

19:22 - the idolish7 cast: being haunted

me busting ass to this bgm music: 🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗🦟

19:55 - oh so no sleep for me tonight huh.

20:18 - ok back to a full night's sleep, fully rested and my plants are watered.

20:48 - oh my god. im ascending, see you hell-bound whores later

21:31 - im not ready. don't do this to me. im not READY

21:56 - you guys hearing the holy choir that just piped up too? and see those angels floating down with weird-looking trumpets? crazy

23:01 - sorry to be rude but can everyone not speak right now. this is actually incredible

23:27 - whoever decided for tenn's va to sing this slower, im going to unshit in your shoes <3

wow, what a journey. can't believe how good this episode was but they always outdo themselves. can't compare to second beat episode 5 tho, that one will always have a special place in my heart. but obvs incredible thank you idolish7 <33

hope you enjoyed!

[cluelessmahou]

My Least Favourite Magical Girl Designs: Magia Record

Now this one was a little easier for me. No set number because there are way less designs I dislike than I like. Here, I’ve listed which designs I’m not fond of, and what I’d do to improve them! Please note, this has no bearing at all on how I feel about the characters themselves! Like the previous list, this doesn’t include girls from either the original show (Let’s be honest, all those designs are god-tier anyway), or other spinoffs.

Leila Ibuki:

For the most part, I have no problem with this design. Until you get to the very big problem; WHERE ARE HER PANTS? Seriously, I love the top, love the poofy chaps things, the shield/sword combo are unique and cute, but dear gosh, child please. Whoever designed her, she is baby. Treat her as such. To fix her design, I’d extend the bottoms downward to make pants under the chaps things and upward so that the pants aren’t RIDING THE LINE OF HER CROTCH, also, I’d make her soul gem a little bit more evident. I legit had no clue where it was until the wiki pointed it out to me.

Himika Mao:

This is a mess. Big, huge mess. It’s bright, it’s different, and I’d normally excuse the messiness, as she looks like a video game heroine or maybe something out of a circus, but just like Leila. *inhale* PANTS. For this design, I’d do a couple things. First and foremost, turn the chaps into pants. Second, I’d change the parts of the bikini bottom sticking out from under the belt into suspenders attached to the bottom of her shirt. And lastly, I’d move her soul gem from her belt to her navel. Maybe, MAYBE I’d turn her long plait into a plaited loop, but I do like the long plait.

Natsuki Utsuho:

Oh boy. Oh gosh. Just... look at everything going on here. It’s so much. Which... isn’t to say I don’t like it though. But if I were allowed to go in and change her design up, I would say... get rid of the green choker/bow on the choker. It’s honestly distracting and looks out of place. I’d also make her chest smaller because being a cheerleader, the poor thing has got to be suffering with all that moving and jumping around- and if I weren’t allowed to do that, I would make sure her chest actually had proper support. Oh, and I’d also change the cut look of her hair outside of her ponytail, you know, make it more obvious that it’s tied back and she doesn’t just have one awkward long set of locks.

Kako Natsume:

I adore my baby Kako. I love her gameplay, I love her character, I love how her soul gem looks like an open book. Very, very nice. But in my opinion, her dress and cloak have too many scattered details. I would make it simpler, keep just a couple of the gold and white accents. But outside of that, she’s good.

Kokoro Awane:

I... mm. I just- I’m not sure where to start here. Or even what to do to improve this one without an entire redesign. On almost every magical girl, I can see what the designer was going for. A motif, or a style, or SOMETHING. But Kokoro, bless her... I can’t pick up anything like that. My VERY first impression of her was that she might be a nurse. Probably because of the little hat and the Nurse Joy esque hair (yes, I love Pokemon). But then I found out that that wasn’t even remotely close to anything about her, aside from maybe her kindness...?? Yeah, I’d personally just re-do her entire magical girl outfit.

Ayaka Mariko:

Ayaka’s top incenses me. It covers NOTHING when push comes to shove. Suppose a witch blasts a strong gust of wind at her from the wrong angle?! I won’t stand for that. First order of business, the top shouldn’t split until JUST BARELY above her bellybutton. Second order of business, shrink the massive bowtie ever so slightly. I know she wants to be a comedian, but that doesn’t mean she can’t be classy while being showy. Aside from that, no real qualms, moving on.

Shizuku Hozumi:

My only REAL beef with Shizuku’s design is the corset top. I’d bring it up higher to cover the way-too-obvious cleavage and the bottom edge down a little lower to reduce midriff, maybe make the shorts a tad longer. Also change her 4 star card art to be more tasteful and non fanservicy, but we’re not talking about card art here.

Asuka Tatsuki:

I only have one, minor gripe here. My poor big chested child has no support. She’s got to be in pain or at least serious discomfort. Either reduce her chest size, or give her something to keep them from giving her as much grief as they no doubt do.

[cometcrystal]

descendants 3 thots

time to go sicko mode. spoilers obv

this is literally the first descendants movie ive ever seen where mal has a HALFWAY DECENT character arc. with her absentee dad plot and her actually getting called out for once, this is the most bearable mal has literally ever been. and they gave dove cameron a few really nice outfits too but that last one was uggo

speaking of mal getting called out, SHE FINALLY! FINALLY!!!!!!!!! GOT CALLED OUT FOR HER SHIT!!!!!!!!!! both the narrative and the characters told her that what she was doing was bullshit, and she worked to fix it. it was such a breath of fresh air after the past 2 movies acting like she was incapable of making mistakes. BUT i didn’t like how she was forgiven so so easily. everyone was just immediately like “its ok you were trying to do the right thing uwuwuwuwu”

also the absentee father plot was fairly well-handled but also i think just about Every Other VK has an absentee parent.......that should be explored too this isn’t just mal’s problem

MAL AND BEN APOLOGIZED TO AUDREY ITS BEEN 84 YEARS

audrey in this movie was fucking incredible and i love her and she did absolutely nothing wrong. it was wonderful to finally see her mistreatment be addressed and i do NOT blame her for snapping and i would have continued to support her if she just kept being evil. the parallels to maleficent and medusa.........a woman scorned! poetic cinema! women snapping after being ignored and mistreated and spat on will always be my favorite

the fact that they brought back “did i mention” or whatever that song is called.....in FRONT OF AUDREY AGAIN..........the disrespect.

uma and harry were INCREDIBLE i love them to death. i love that they got such a big part in this movie!!!!!!!! uma’s outfits were all AMAZING like GOD whoever’s designing her costumes are doing the most

for the record i am literally never going to care about mal/uma i think mal did too much wrong to uma & the narrative was so racist towards uma in favor of mal that im never gonna be comfortable pairing them together lel

gil and chad individually were a bit better in this movie. i still dont really care about either of them but like gil and jay were gay and im happy chad got terrorized by audrey after 2 movies of disrespecting women

ben/carlos real. i might have successfully been converted to benlos in addition to jaylos after this movie

however, jane/carlos is also very sweet and i support them too

DIZZY/CELIA REAL. BABY LESBIANS

mal turning into an old lady was literally the funniest fucking thing ive ever seen in my damn life like damn bitch audrey got you........told

also the armor dance battle was possibly the stupidest thing ive ever seen i felt my insides rotting

ben’s beast makeup was stoopid and he should be able to turn into one normally and not just thru audrey cursing him but oh well

like spacey said, i think jane being the one to confront and talk down audrey would be much better than what actually happened. i think they were mentioned to be friends in the first movie, and it would show that mal can’t fix everything by turning into a dragon, and she’d have to make up for her mistakes in some other way. it would be better for everyone’s characters i think. ugh but who needs character dynamics ...........

i really thought getting hade’s ember would be a bigger deal than it was but whatever

most of the songs were SO good UGH!!!!!!!!

speaking of songs i loved evie’s but i hated that it was about doug. like the tune and the choreo were INCREDIBLE like sofia carson outsold. but it was about. kissing doug. ://////

smee holding his little babby’s hands was the sweetest thing

when mal was like “uma, today i saw that you care about everyone on the isle” really mal?? youre just seeing this NOW????? she spent the entire 2nd move fighting for the liberation of her peers

i missed lonnie :(

cameron’s tribute was lovely and i teared up. may his memory be a blessing

i thought it was a pretty good ending for the franchise as a whole. it could have been better obviously but i didn’t hate it and i think that’s a great finale for a franchise i have such mixed feelings about. i give it 3 out of 5 stolen magic artifacts

[florenceisfalling]

31. “I’m not superstitious.” with Henrik and whoever!

hfkljsdklf im still not sure how i feel about this?? but might as well stop procrastinating it haha, hope you like it!!

this is my second request for 31 so sorry if its a lot like the other one fksdjfl

Marvin leans over and nudges Henrik’s smallest potted plant to the side, lifting the key underneath. He shoves it into his coat pocket and rolls his eyes. After all the wild things they’ve been through, most of the egos let Marv make better places for their keys and important belongings, magic hideaways only designated people could access. But not Schneep - “unnecessary,” he said. His stubbornness has a tendency to override his intelligence.

Bracelets clang and jingle together as he lifts his arm to the keyhole. With a creak, the door opens, and the sound of shattering soon follows.

Mild panic, if that’s the term for it, tugs at Marv’s features. “Henrik?” he calls out, letting magic start to rush to his fingertips.

All that comes in response is a string of German curses, ended by a grumbled “Marvin.”

The magician compels his hands, and the power within them, to cool. “Henrik.”

Once again, the door has creaked closed, and Marvin makes his way to the source of the noise.

Still wearing the clothes he slept in, the doctor stands in his bedroom, rubbing at his eyes and making incoherent noises of frustration. Beside his feet, a hand mirror sits in broken pieces on the floor.

“How’d that happen?”

“I… I punched it.” Henrik mutters, while setting his glasses back on his face. “Aiming for my alarm clock. Off button.”

Marv bursts into laughter and puts his arm against the wall to stable himself. “Oh my gods. Not quite sure if punching is the suited word for that, but- oh my gods.”

Henrik gives him a gentle shove, before running calloused fingers through his own hair to fix the disheveled look. It does not help.

“You know, Hen,” Marvin begins, “I was simply dropping by to return your books, but now, I figure I might have to stay a while, lend you some help.”

“Why’s that?”

“You broke a mirror, of course! Plenty of bad luck for you, sir.”

Schneep groans and pushes past him. “I do not believe in that.”

Marvin giggles, following his friend into the kitchen. “What, Lady Luck? Or just in this circumstance?”

“I believe you’re a… jester?” Henrik tries, glancing back at Marv. The magician seems to be almost glowing, his eyes shining. His colorful sweater and excessive jewelry are a sharp contrast to the kitchen, which is cast in blues and devoid of any sort of decor. Distracted, the doctor snaps back to his focus on name-calling. “Wait, wait, no. A fool, that’s it.”

“How unkind,” Marvin sarcastically responds as he grabs two coffee mugs.

“Hm, but maybe I could incorporate some jester aesthetic into my next stage outfit, channel some Harley Quinn, I’m sure Jackie’d love it…” he jokes, pushing a mug into the doctor’s hand. “Oh, Henrik, bless you! My muse!”

Henrik chuckles, making the coffee, and Marvin hops up on the counter to watch. It smells amazing, and he rests his head gently back against the tiles on the wall. Peaceful.

“Doc, I believe there is a severe need to redecorate this place.”

“…Yes.” Carefully, he hands Marv a cup, and leans back on the counter beside him.

They both take slow sips. “You never answered my question, before. Do you not believe in that kind of thing, darling doctor?”

Schneep chuckles. “Nein.”

A wink, and then illusions are dancing along the magician’s fingertips, like tiny fractals of fireworks. “Are you certain, love?”

Henrik grumbles into his coffee mug, and follows with a nod.

The colorful lights vanish in a flash. A playful smirk spreads across Marvin’s face as he bounds across the house to the living room couch. “What is this, then? What are we who are ego, character, fiction?” His tone lightens as he obnoxiously flails his arms. “Dimension-hopping? An anomaly in space-time?”

Henrik is silent, but a smile starts to grace his features as well as he leaves the kitchen and sits on the sofa next to Marvin, rolling his eyes.

Marvin breaks into a dramatic falsetto. “Tell me! Have pity on my foolish mind, and give me a glimpse into the genius mind of Dr. Henrik von Schneeplesti-”

One more well-meaning shove from the doctor, and Marv ungracefully tumbles from couch to floor. Luckily, his coffee is sitting on a side table, rather than now spilled out across the room.

“What, magic man? All your power and you can’t fly?” Henrik kids, before reaching out a hand to help him up from his predicament.

Marvin hangs his head, admitting mock defeat. “Perhaps not.”

As they sit together, awkwardly sprawled out across the cushions, Marv yanks Henrik’s smudged glasses right off his face, intent on cleaning them.

Schneep sighs, blinking, letting his eyes adjust while his guest scrubs away at the lenses he holds.

“I never said I do not believe in… whatever you are,” Henrik sighs. “I just do not… I am not su.. supernat- no, wrong -”

“Superstitious?” Marvin offers, inspecting the glasses in the sunlight that streams through the shutters.

“I am not superstitious. I do not think that black cats make life difficult, or anything of that sort.”

The magician laughs, sloppily planting the glasses back on Schneep’s face. “Black cats are only bad luck if you’re cruel to them. That’s why I’m so lucky: I’ve got all those sweet little kittens I take care of.”

“You are not lucky, you are stubborn for what you want.”

“You’re one to talk!”

Henrik snorts and straightens his glasses. “Maybe.”

“But no, you’re right, you’re right,” Marv admits. “I don’t think the universe decides our fate based off such little things, either. Mirrors, numbers, umbrellas… they’re insignificant compared to the course of life. I believe everything happens for a reason, a real reason. A scheme, if you will.”

“I do not understand that,” Henrik speaks, his voice suddenly low. “What about th- the time I spent gone with… h-him - or… or Chase’s… incident? Everything… awful. What kind of reason fixes those? Not fair.”

Marvin draws closer to his friend. “Never said it was a good reason. The universe often can be cruel and uncaring, and the exchanges aren’t always fair. But the reason’s still there, and you’re still a part of it. It’s comforting, I think, to know you’re important - even if it’s the unpleasant kind of important.”

Henrik fidgets with the tag on the edge of one of his throw pillows. “Maybe, sure. Important.”

“You’re important to me, at the very least,” Marvin sighs, then grins again. “Maybe you need a black cat, Henrik. One to take care of, see if Lady Luck really does watch the little things.”

Henrik proceeds to violently swing the throw pillow at Marvin’s face.

[shizukateal]

God bless you for the analysis you've given on the designs for Magia Record. I've never played the game but I've following the Madoka wiki for info on all the different characters. The posts you've done about their outfits has been a much needed eye opener (and made me feel a lot better for liking Manaka Kurumi's design the best of them all). Also, kudos for calling out whoever the fuck thought Rabi Himuro's design was a good idea.

Thanks a lot, dude. If you’re following me then I hope the rest of my blog doesn’t bother you too much in your dashboard. If you’re not, that is completely understandable, have a nice day and thanks for the ask, they help me motivate myself into writing.

[the-lupine-sojourner]

Takara Yamada’s Hero Academia Episode 6 [Eijiro Kirishima/OC] [Female!Aizawa/Hizashi]

Hey! So...I guess I went from the last bit of five into six? I am so confused, but I guess that’s just cus it’s 1:00 in the morning and I’m tired. Anyway, here’s the next episode for you all. 

Edit: Nevermind! Hardygal helped me figure it out. Now I’ve had some sleep, it was obvious (just some mislabeling), but anyway...

I went back and added a sketch I posted that’s supposed to be the actual design Takara submitted for her Kitsune outfit, if y’all want to look at it before/during/after you read my description. Look for the linked word shortly before the description.

Now for Takara’s Masterlist

I’m gonna tag the usual people: @dailyojiromashirao and @elite-guard-hardygal, but anyone can join, too. 

Also, I would love to read Asks with your predictions of what’s to come! Please send em in and I’ll tell you ‘Hot’ or ‘Cold’. Deal? XD

But in all seriousness, please send theories and predictions. I’d really like to hear them! 

Now, onto the episode! Hope you all like it! 

God Bless and Good day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

“No matter what your intentions are, you would be nothing more than a liability in battle.” Mom growls in a terrified Izuku’s face. “I’m sorry, Midoryia, but with your power, there’s no way someone like you can become a hero.” That does it. Student or no student, I had to do something.

“Mom, enough!” I bark, and it takes several seconds before I realize what I’d called her. Shit.

Guess the cat’s out of the bag now…

Unsurprisingly, everyone was shocked. I sigh, then give Mom an apologetic look. Mom glances at me before turning back to Izuku. “You have the same reckless passion as another overzealous hero I know; one who saved a thousand people by himself and became a legend. But, even with that drive, you’re useless if you can only throw a single punch before breaking down.” She continues. I guess Teacher!Mom really is different.

“Mom!” I snap. “You said yourself; it’s not the Quirk that defines you, it’s how you use it.” I point out. Mom tsks and releases him.

“I’ve returned your impractical Quirk. Take your throw.” She says. “And, Takara, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t act as my daughter in class from here on, alright?” I nod.

“I know. It just slipped out.” I murmur meekly. “Sorry.” She pats my shoulder.

“Try not to let it slip out again and we’re good.” She says, resuming her place observing the others, putting in eye drops as she waits for Izuku to throw the ball. I drag my feet back to the others as Izuku retrieves the ball. Mom hadn’t counted his first throw to prove a point. Now, it would factor into his placement on this overall test. He needs a good score!

“You didn’t tell me both your parents were teachers.” Eijiro mutters. I deflate, wanting to sink into the ground and disappear.

“You didn’t ask.” I mumble. It was a classic excuse, but it was accurate. He hadn’t outright asked, and I didn’t want his impression (and the impressions of my classmates) framed by my parents. I wanted to make my own impression and let them decide who I really was.

“Oh. Sorry.” He says, apparently seeing my discomfort. “I think it’s cool, Takara. Really.” I smile.

“Thanks.” Izuku then takes a step back, holding the ball ready. I turn my head and watch as he launches it, a strange glow in his arm. I swallow. What was he doing?

“Smmaaaash!” Izuku roars, and the ball goes flying, just like with Katsuki.

705.3 meters the robot recited. I blink. Holy shit! He used just his finger to power the ball so he could still compete! “It’s just like your daughter said, Mrs. Aizawa; it’s how you use your Quirk, not what the Quirk is.” He says. “And, well...I’m still standing!” I laugh, unable to resist clapping. It seems everyone is thoroughly distracted from my slip-up and I’m fine with that.

“He threw it over 700 meters?!” The blonde-black streak boy exclaims.

“Dude, why are you surprised? You heard he took out the 0-pointer all by himself, right?” I point out. He blinks.

“Oh, yeah! Guess you’re right.” He admits, grinning.

“Nice!” Ochaco cheers. “He’s finally showing us his true power!”

“But his finger appears to be broken.” Tenya counters. “Just like in the exam. His Quirk is very odd.” I shrug. I knew what the deal was, but couldn’t say it aloud.

“Well, most Quirks have a drawback, right? This is just his drawback.” I muse instead.

“I suppose.” He replies thoughtfully, holding his chin. He then turns to me. “By the way, I can see why you didn’t tell anyone Mrs. Yamada and her husband were your parents. It can change people’s perceptions of you.” I wasn’t sure why he chose to say that now of all times, but I smile, happy he understood and wasn’t upset.

“Yeah...sorry. I just never really said anything unless directly asked. I didn’t mean to call her ‘mom’.” I reply. Before Tenya can respond, Katsuki tears forward, roaring angrily.

“Hey! Deku, you bastard! Tell me how you did that or you’re dead!” I sprint forward, stopping at Mom’s outstretched hand. Izuku can only scream in terror as Mom’s capture weapon lurches forward, snapping around Katsuki’s chest and forehead. “What the- -why the hell is your damn scarf...so strong?!” He growls, struggling to get away and reach Izuku.

“Because it’s a capture weapon made out of carbon fiber and a special metal alloy.” Mom replies easily, keeping Katsuki still, glaring at him. “Stand down!” She barks, furious. “It’d be wise to avoid making me use my Quirk so much;” She continues, “it gives me serious dry eye!” When Katsuki appears to obey, Mom releases him, sighing as her hair flops back down over her eyes. “You’re wasting my time now. Whoever’s next can step up.” Izuku walks timidly past Katsuki, who simply stands there, shaking (with what, I can’t tell. Rage? Confusion?), and rejoins us.

“Is your finger okay?” Ochaco asks when Izuku arrives.

“Sure.” He replies. “Fine.” Mom snaps at us and we continue the throwing test. Soon enough, it’s on to sit-ups. As many as we could do in 5 minutes.

Eijiro asked if I’d be his partner and I agreed. It seemed to take forever, but I ended up with a good score. 213, thanks to using the water as a springboard. Then, it was Eijiro’s turn. He got about 170 in, and seemed deflated, so I grin.

“Awesome job!” He sighs.

“But you got almost 50 more situps in then I did.” I shrug.

“Eijiro, you still did really good! This is a test not a lot of Quirks will help with. Mine only got me a little extra spring. That’s all. Your score is really impressive!” I assure him. He nods.

“If you say so.” It was a common response of his when he felt I did a lot better than him at something and I tried to tell him he did amazing, too. I wondered just what made him so certain he wasn’t that great, but I was determined to prove him wrong.

“I do say so, so you better believe it!” I reply before Mom calls out that we’re moving on to the Seated Toe Touch test.

There wasn’t much my Quirk could do to help, so I got a fairly average score. In fact, hardly anyone’s Quirks were suited for simply stretching over and trying to touch your toes.

Once we were all done, Mom led us to the large recreational area where we’d done the ball throw. The next test was the Long Distance Run, Mom announced. I smirk confidently.

Naturally, Tenya would most likely get first, but I could get a good placing, I just know it! It was a mile race, and I ended up in fifth place! Eijiro wasn’t far behind me, coming in seventh, a blonde-haired boy with a tail between us. I bent over, panting, before the boy came over. “Nice race!” He says, smiling. I straighten and shake his hand.

“Thanks.”

“I’m Ojiro Mashairo.” He introduces.

“I’m guessing you already know my name, huh?” I mumble, scratching the back of my neck. He nods.

“Yeah, and I get why you didn’t want to tell us just yet.” I smile.

“Thanks. I probably should have just told you my last name at first, then let you all figure it out, but I decided I wanted to have my first impression be as Takara, not Present Mic and Eraserhead’s kid.” I explain. Ojiro nods.

“I get that.” I grin, then Mom calls us together.

“Alright, time to give you your results. I’ve ranked you all from best to worst. You should probably have a good idea of your standing already. I’ll just pull up the whole list; it’s not worth going over each individual score.” And so she does; I find my name in the 9th slot, between Eijiro and Mina, and grimace. Not as good as I wanted, but not bad, either, I guess. Mom glances at me, a tiny smirk on her face and I feel better. She thought I did good. That was enough. I then continue reading the list and- -shit! Izuku’s in last place! I look over and he’s shaking, devastated. I bite my lip. There wasn’t anything I could do. He’d be sent home. He’d be expelled. He looked down, gripping his wrist like it would keep him together and prevent him from breaking down. Just as I begin pivoting to walk over, the scores are retracted and Mom chuckles. “And I was lying; no one’s going home.” My heart skips a beat. Wait, what?! “That was just a rational deception to make sure you gave it your all in the tests.” She explains. She���d never done that with me! It was totally new!

“I’m surprised the rest of you didn’t figure that out.” A girl with long black hair muses. “I’m sorry; guess I probably should have said something.” We all look at her in various degrees of ‘duh’.

“How would we have figured that out?” I grumble under my breath. The straight-black-haired boy turns to Eijiro.

“That was pretty nerve-wracking, huh?” He muses.

“Nah. I’ll always down for a challenge!” Eijiro replies, eyes glinting and fist clenched in determination.

“That’s it for today.” Mom says. “Pick up a syllabus in the classroom, read it over before tomorrow. Midoriya,” She hands him a note. “take this and have the old lady look you over. Things‘ll be more difficult once your actual training begins.” She warns, then puts a hand on my shoulder. “Make sure you’re prepared. Come on, Takara. We have to find Hizashi.” I nod, waving goodbye and following Mom. “It was interesting that you didn’t tell people who you are right off the bat.” She muses. I gulp. Would she be upset? Today, Mom had acted so different than she normally did, I can’t tell how she’d react anymore.

“We-well, I wanted to make the first impression of myself as Takara, not as Present Mic and Eraserhead’s daughter.” I mumble, fiddling with my fingers nervously.

“Huh.” She replies vaguely, expression unreadable. “So it’s a mix, then, of both of us.” She muses, but before I can respond to that, I spot Toshin-Oji standing there like he’d been looking in on us for a while.

“Aizawa, that was a rotten move.” He grumbles. So he had been watching. Why? To see what Izuku would do?

“All Might.” Mom replies casually. “So, you were watching. No talk shows today?”

“Mom, he doesn’t do that many talk shows.” I point out.

“That’s beside the point.” Toshin-Oji replies, eyes never leaving Mom. “A ‘rational deception’? That’s cute, but you’re not exactly known for being light-hearted.” I raise a brow. Why was he so mad? Because Izuku could have been expelled? “I read your file; last year, you expelled an entire class of freshman students. You have no problem kicking students out; anyone you deem unworthy.” I blink several times. Guess there was a reason Mom didn’t take work home. She was so different at UA versus at home, I almost don’t recognize her. “You were planning to send last place home.” I swallow. Mom wouldn’t really do that...would she? “So, that must mean you see the same potential in young Midoriya that I do!” Mom raises a brow, then turns to All Might.

“What’s this about?” She asks. “It almost sounds like you’ve been in his corner the whole time. And Takara, as well, though I suppose that’s because she was with him during the sludge villain attack.” Toshin-Oji flinches, but doesn’t reply.

“Mom, please.” I mumble.

“Regardless, isn’t it a little early for you to be playing favorites?” Mom asks coyly, like I hadn’t said anything. She then starts walking again. “Midoriya doesn’t have zero potential, I admit.” She adds. “If that were the case, I would have sent him home after class without hesitation.” I swallow. Would she really? She sighs. “It’s cruel to let a kid keep dreaming of something that will never come true.” I frown, but wave goodbye to Toshin-Oji and jog back to Mom.

“Mom, Izuku’s gonna become a hero. He won’t give up.” She smiles.

“I don’t expect him to, Takara. But I won’t make it easier for him, either. I’ll treat him like I would any other student. Everyone was under the same pressure in those tests and they all showed their potential today. I didn’t see any reasons for expulsion.” I nod and smile. This was closer to the Mom I knew at home. We walk to the teacher’s lounge and find Dad sleeping on a table. I chuckle and run my fingers up his ribs.

“Dad, there’s a spider!” I exclaim. He leaps up, screaming and patting himself down, but then notices that I’m laughing and calms.

“That’s not funny, TIk-Tik. Hey, Shota.” He says, yawning and kissing Mom. “Running the orientation was no easy task.” He muses, rubbing his eyes. Mom chuckles.

“I bet. Nor was managing 21 kids. How about we grab coffee on the way home?” Dad instantly perks up.

“That sounds awesome!” He says. I find myself craving coffee, too. I’d used my Quirk a lot. It took its toll. But maybe I just need food. After all, there wasn’t much time for lunch while the tests were underway, for me at least. I yawn and Mom frowns.

“We need to get you food, too. You’re ready to pass out.” She muses, smiling at me and offering support. I nod, rubbing my eyes and leaning on her.

The true downside of my Quirk, we’d discovered, was that it took blood sugar to activate my mental control of water and earth, and since earth was stubborn and hard, it cost a lot more. “You know, your classmates are pretty cool, from what I saw.” Dad points out, yawning and leading the way to the cafeteria, labeled Lunch Rush (like the hero? Cool!). “If you want to invite them over sometime, I wouldn’t say no.” I pause, mulling it over. I didn’t know them yet. But maybe after getting to know them, I would.

“I’ll keep it in mind.” I reply, side-hugging Dad as we walk to the cafeteria.  

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“Alright, alright, alright!” Dad exclaims, seeing everyone seated and ready for the English lesson. “Before we get started, listeners, I have a special shout-out to give.” I pale, freezing in terror. He wouldn’t...

Would he? “Most of you know my amazing daughter already from yesterday’s performance for the Quirk Assessment Test, but I wanna formally introduce her! Tik-Tak, c’mon up here!” I am so red and flustered, I can only shake my head, slumping onto the desk as several chuckles ring the room. I hide my face in my arms. “Ah, well, she’s shy.” Dad acknowledges a moment later, and I swear his voice has a twinge of regret before he seems to revert to his normal self. “So, let’s move along to the rockin’ lesson I have for you all!”

Thankfully, the other teachers didn’t seem intent on embarrassing me in front of my class, and before I know it, it was finally time for Hero Basic Training. “I hear Hizashi felt the need for a ‘shout out’ in his class.” Toshin-Oji muses, in his thin form. I’d arrived early, sulking at Mom’s desk until he spoke.

“Yeah. He even called me Tik-Tak!” I grumble.

“He loves you and probably couldn’t contain himself.” I sigh, deflating.

“I know, but...I just don’t like being put on the spot like that. Everyone laughed at me!”

“Not everyone’s nickname is a candy.” Toshin-Oji retorts wryly. I swat at his arm.

“Not helping!” I protest. Eijiro then walks in.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks, setting his bag down and walking over. I sigh.

“Just Dad’s ‘shout out’ in English.” Eijiro smiles.

“Well, I think it was pretty typical of a dad to brag about their kid.” I sigh.

“I guess you’re right.” I turn to Toshin-Oji. “Do you have to get back to work, Toshin-Oji?” I ask as Katsuki sulks in, glaring at us as he claims the desk he’s used since yesterday. Like anyone was stupid enough to confuse his desk for theirs. 

Toshin-Oji smiles gratefully for my excuse for his exit to change and become All Might (Dad told me Mom was letting my uncle sub for her class today as something came up at her agency). “Ah, yes. Thank you. I’ll see you later, Takara.” He says, waving from the door. I wave back as he leaves and more of my classmates arrive.

“Afternoon, Yamada.” Tenya says, seating himself and waiting for class to start. I nod, smiling.

“Hey, what’s with the last name?” I tease. “Told yah to call me Takara.”

“Ah, yes. Sorry.” I shrug.

“S’all good.” Soon enough, we’re all seated and waiting for All Might. He arrives moments later.

“I am...here! Coming through the door like a hero!” He exclaims, in a kinda weird pose, grinning and in general being overdramatic. He strides to the podium as we all chatter excitedly.

“So he is a teacher!” Eijiro exclaims. “This year is gonna be totally awesome!” 

I grin. “Right?!” A girl with dark green hair behind Eijiro looks at his costume.

“Is that his silver age costume?” She asks. I tilt my head.

“I think so.” I reply.

“I’m getting goosebumps! It’s so retro!” The boy with a tail (Oshio? Maybe?) murmurs.

“Welcome to the most important class at UA High; think of it as Hero-ing 101!” All Might begins. “Here, you will learn the basics of being a pro, and what it means to fight in the name of good!” He strikes a pose and reveals a card that says ‘Battle’. “Let’s get to it! Today’s lesson will pull no punches!” I flinch. Were they serious? Were we really gonna fight each other?

“Fight training!” Katsuki exclaims, an unusual amount of glee in his voice.

“Real combat?” Izuku mumbles nervously, and I find that a much more realistic and appropriate reaction.

“No way...” I whimper.

“And one of the keys of being a hero iiisss...looking good!” Toshin-Oji calls like we hadn’t said anything and points to the back wall. There were rectangular slots that opened up and out came racks of numbered cases. “These were designed for you based on your Quirk Registration Forms and the request you sent in before school started.” All Might explains. Everyone cheers excitedly. I wondered how they’d react to my choice of a fox-themed outfit. For some reason, that was all I could think of when I sat down to design a hero outfit. I’d even thought of my hero name to go with the outfit; The Elemental Heroine, Kitsune! It was what I wanted, and Mom and Dad were fine with it, so I submitted the Kitsune design and didn’t regret it. I move and grab the case with the number of my desk and follow All Might’s instruction to ‘get suited up’ in the changing room.

I open it and pull out the black bodysuit first. I go to a curtained room and get changed into it. It was almost skin-tight, but not quite, like I asked. I was surprised at how breathable and light the fabric was, but it also felt sturdy and reliable. I then pull out the orange half-sleeved overcoat. It covered from my chest to my hips, dropping behind me in a kind of tail, with a Mandarin neckline and zipper down my chest. I clipped my slate grey belt (with spaces for water or snacks to boost my blood sugar on the go) on and it fits perfectly. I then put my boots on. They were a sunset orange, like the overcoat, almost knee-high, and came with knee pads tucked into them to save space. The soles of the boots weren’t overly thick and heavy, with small spikes to provide traction. With the boots on, all that was left was my headgear and gloves. The headgear was tied at the back of my head, and was also sunset orange, with orange fox ears coming off the sides of my head, fading to black at the tips. The gloves’ fingers were black, and the rest was the orange of the rest of my suit. I tried a few poses, and it felt great!

“Wow!” I hear Mina exclaim from behind me. “That looks great on you, girl, but...I thought your Quirk was water?” I grin.

“Water and earth, actually. Earth’s just a lot harder to control, so I use it to track vibrations. Also, I really like foxes and wolves, so I crafted an outfit to match.” I explain. Ochaco grins. She has a black bodysuit, too, but it looks tighter than mine. She has a cute pink and white belt and a simple white design over her chest. There were bracelets over her wrists and her boots had a rounded, almost balloon-look to them, going all the way to her knee with a bit of heel. It was a simple costume and she had a visor to protect her face. All in all, a great outfit.

“That looks so cool, Yamada!” She says, then scratches the back of her neck. “I didn’t mean to ask for something skin-tight. I normally wear looser stuff…”

“I do, too!” I reply, trying to help her feel better. “Call me Takara, by the way, and, with everything else, it looks great. I like your suit, too!” I then look over and am a little shocked at the girl with long black-hair’s costume. It was red, looking kinda like Oba Nemuri’s...but… “Wow...um...that’s an interesting costume…” I mumble, blushing a little. She showed a lot of skin.

“My Quirk is Creation, and the creations come out of my skin, so I had to have something that works with that.” I nod.

“Yeah.” I reply. “Makes sense. Sorry.” She smiles.

“My name is Momo Yaoyorozu. I know it’s a bit revealing, but I have to dress like this, with my Quirk. I apologize if it makes you uncomfortable.” I smile.

“Oh, no! I just...it took my a little by surprise, is all. I didn’t know what your Quirk was.” I explain as we walk out.

“Okay.” She says and we drop the conversation.

I then see the boys and- -holy- -whoa! Eijiro! His hero outfit, like Momo’s, catered to his Quirk, but...did he have to just not wear any shirt?! “N-nice outfit, Eijiro…” I mumble, blushing scarlet. He was jacked! He had a defined six-pack and those arms were too jacked. He had a jawguard on that looked almost like a muzzle, with cog-wheel looking things over his shoulders and a half-skirt tucked into his belt, which had a stylized ‘R’ on the buckle. His pants were baggy dark grey cargo pants and he wore a pair of red mid-shin high boots.

“Thanks! You look...you look amazing, too!” He replies, chuckling.

I move automatically with everyone else, but I can’t stop glancing over at Kiri. He’d been wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants at the entrance exam and the uniform after that, so I was completely caught off guard. How was he so ripped?! Finally, we arrive at Training Ground Beta and head down the tunnel. “They say that ‘clothes make the pros’, young ladies and gentlemen, and behold, you are the proof! Take this to heart; from now on, you’re all Heroes in Training!” Toshin-Oji all but squeals when we arrive. “It’s getting me all ramped up! You look so cool!” He calms a little, clearing his throat, “Now, shall we get started, you bunch of newbies?” Izuku, having taken a little while longer to get dressed, finally arrived.

At first, I thought his costume was modeled after a rabbit, then I remembered his favorite hero and shake with the effort to contain laughter. It was super obvious! “Nice costume, Izuku!” I greet.

“Yeah! Not too flashy, Deku! I like it!” Ochaco chimes in, and Izuku is startled when he takes in his friend’s costume, cheeks flaring under his face mask. “I should have been more specific about what I wanted; this bodysuit is skin-tight. Not really my style…”

“Now that you’re ready,” Toshin-Oji calls as he takes all of our costumes in. “it’s time for combat training!” Tenya (or I think it’s Tenya; no one else’s calves are that thick) immediately raises a hand.

“Sir, this is the city from the entrance exam. Does this mean we’ll be conducting urban battles again?”

“Not quite!” Toshin-Oji replies. “I’m gonna move you two steps ahead! Most of the villain attacks you see on the news happen outside. However, statistically, run-ins with the more dastardly villains happen indoors. Think about it; back room deals, home invasions, secret underground lairs. Truly intelligent criminals remain in the shadows. For this training exercise, I’ll be splitting you into teams of two; good guys and bad guys, fighting two-on-two teams!”

“Isn’t this a little advanced?” That girl with dark green hair asks, tilting her head. She wears a green bodysuit with dulled yellow goggles.

“The best training is what you get on the battlefield.” Toshin-Oji points out. “But remember; you can’t just punch a robot this time; you’re dealing with actual people now.” Questions flew thick a fast, things like ‘how will you split us up?’, ‘how bad can we hurt the other team?’ (from Bakugo, unsurprisingly), and a lot of others.

“I wasn’t finished speaking!” Toshin-Oji exclaims. He then clears his throat and draws out a small notebook. “The situation is this; the villains have hidden a nuclear weapon somewhere in the building. The heroes must either retrieve the weapon or capture the villains to win. But, time is limited! Teams will be decided by drawing lots!”

“Isn’t there a better way?” Tenya asks.

“Think about it.” Izuku counters. “Heroes have to team up with heroes from other agencies on the spot, so maybe that’s the reason we’re seeing that here.”

Tenya nods. “Ah, I see. Life is a random series of events.” He replies. “Excuse my rudeness!”

“No sweat!” Toshin-Oji cheers, “Let’s draw!” In everyone’s rush to draw, I’m left a bit behind, and can’t get through til almost everyone has drawn. When I reach my hand in, however, I find there’s only one ball left and I wander around, trying to find the other person with a ‘K’ on their ball. Toshin-Oji flinches when I can’t find anyone. “Ah, young Yamada! I should have considered that the class is unevenly numbered. Hmm...it wouldn’t be right to leave you solo...hmm...Well, I’m sorry, but for now, just watch and we’ll see how we can get you into a battle. Sound okay?” I nod awkwardly.

“Yeah.” All Might gives me an apologetic look before he clears his throat and moved to two boxes labelled ‘Heroes’ and ‘Villains’.

“I declare that the first two teams to fight will be…” He draws a ball from each and holds them up. ‘D’ and ‘A’. “These guys!” I gulp.

‘D’ was Katsuki and Tenya. ‘A’ was Ochaco and Izuku.

Katsuki hated Izuku. This was so not going to end well.

[swearronchanel]

Finally got around to 7.02

Back at it again with more of my commentaries that no one asked for, I just have a lot to say watching Call The Midwife ok!

Better late tha never, let’s get this started

Skipping the credits bc I’m impatient

Val serving a look! even tho it’s all blue

Shelagh’s perfect 60s kitchen is a dream 😍 looks just like the blue of the Petries’ in the Dick Van Dyke Show

Shelagh Turner is so adorable

New hairstyle for Val coming soon?

Trixie looking like a BABE

Her extensions on point! I’m jealous

“Mine looks terribly realistic” LMAO I LOVE WINNIE

Love the 60s salon decor lol

Poor Sister Winnifred needs a car😂

Ugh choke on that whistle Woolfe

“Iced buns” Run away boobs, look out 😂

GTFO! “Looking like she just got off the boat” BITCHHH!!!

People still love to tell me to straighten my hair and that’s my natural hair is too frizzy and messy, fuck you. *”beyonce!?” video voice* Lucille sweetie I’m sorry an ugly b*tch would even say that

This shit already pissing me off ugh, I know I’m white passing and it gives me privilege but my dad and lot of my family doesn’t and I get upsetttt thinking that they prob hear shit like this or have before(as SO many people do),, like I will throw hands

That goes for anyone tbh, 0 tolerance for racism. It angers me everyday

Val’s still in rollos loll, ugh I wanna get my hair done soon

am I immature or are Sister W’s sock puppets are funny as hell?😂😂

I love Sister Winnie tho she deserves more

Yass gal being your man he needs to be involved

Aww baby

BEATRIX !!! 😍 THIS IS A L O O K

I LOVE IT SM

ALSO Christopher is still a babe and he has a new car?? Sugar daddyyy 🤑

“My parents tried their best but domestic science wasn’t really on the syllabus at casa mia” LMFAO I AM TRIXIE

if only I was that gorgeous and fabulous

I love Val & Trixie’s banter 😂😘

“Not so long ago I thought I’d never be happy again and yet here I am. The human heart is really most resilient.” Oh Trixie I need to hear that.

Yes Lucille knock some sense into them

Sister Monica Joan, an 80-odd nun in the 60s is legit more open minded than an entire population in this country *cough cough Tr*mp & his disgusting supporters*

WHO PICKED THIS UGLY OUTFIT FOR SHELAGH? I NEED TO SPEAK TO YOU

“She grew up in a communist country I doubt that’s conducive to a cheerful disposition.” LMAO

Lol my baby cousin is named Magdalena

“Her type” YOU MEAN A HUMAN. SHE’S A HUMAN. FROM THE CARIBBEAN.

THANK YOU VAL FOR THE DEFENSE IMA FLIP

O m f g I WANT TO FIGHTTTTT THIS MOTHER

Oh shit a stroke!!??

Lucille grabbing Val’s hand 😭

Sister MJ’s eyes😭😭

I forget you could smoke even in hospitals and planes back then

How is Teddy this big already? 

SHELAGH’S FACE LMAOO intimidated by Magda

She’s a Catfish but for the better

Trixie again 😍 love that dress too!

I want her hair ugh

LMAO BURNT ASS GRAEPFRUIT 

Yass Magda you’ve been living your best life, I need to get like you

“Everyone knows English coffee is very bad” LMAOO I LOVE HER ALREADY??

but also we know the best coffee is from the Caribbean & Columbia

“Better than what I’m used too” LMAO PATRICK YOU GONNA GET IT BOY

Shelagh’s faces I’m so ded

Time to step up your wardrobe tho Shelagh, Magda can’t upstage you in your own home

“Life really can change in the blink of an eye.” You’re telling me Phyllis

WINNIE LMAO putting her hand to her heart is me at every little thing

What happened to the cute nightgowns you owned Shelagh? cancel the moo moos

“You might want to put on a cardigan. You’re not on the continent now.” LMAO WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

like shoulders aren’t scandalous tf 😂 or is it bc it’s chilly? Either way Shelagh is so pressed, I die😂 

don’t worry bby she don’t want your man lmao, no need to be worried

Damn calling her an invalid right in front of her Dr T? kinda fucked up

aw this poor husband 😭

guess who still hates Mrs Stanton? yo

she’s pregnant and dropped a pound and I go to the gym and cannot? what the hell

The bonchinche (gossip) at the salon is so realistic lol, it’s usually the hairdressers spilling the tea here when you go to people you know😂👏🏼

Shelagh in another dowdy outfit why!?

The costume designers doing Laura Main so dirty this series, she deserves better

I know she is not Trixie or Val but she can wear cute outfits too!

Like the grey dress from 6.2! The Jackie Kennedy-esque suit! She had some looks and now she’s in these dull avena colors

Don’t @ me bc of this either^ I appreciate fashion and just looking nice, let me rock and complain 

“Filthy hands” Mrs Stanton boutta MEET MY TWO FISTS REAL SOON OMFG

“Proper English nurse”IM FUMINGGGGG

IDGAF she’s upset and wants to blame YOU DON’T GET TO JUSTIFY BEING RACIST

the black woman waiting just gave Lucille the most sad but understanding look my fucking heart

“It’s not up to you or Nurse Crane to decide how much unpleasantness I can bear.” FUCK YES LUCILLE BABE STICK UP FOR YOURSELF !!! TAKE NO SHIT

I L O V E H E R

Is their last name Romaine like the lettuce?

The track suit tho lolll

“The fears we have in the present often lie in the experiences of the past”😭yes

Can we call her Lucy? I love her

I feel you Val bb! I’m embarrassed that my country put literal evil garbage in the White House!!

Aw Val sorry bb

“I’ve had patients who won’t let me touch them bc they thought the blackness would rub off on their skin” set in 1963 and there’s still fucking disgusting people who act like this in 2018

🙌🏻👏🏼 LUCILLE ANDERSON

I’m glad ofc but ugh I hate when they resolve major/serious problems so quickly tbh

Omg I remember my hair was too short for braids so my mom would make me get “twisties” GOD THE PAIN I CAN STILL FEEL IT! AND THE RUBBER BANDS BREAKING AGAINST YOUR HEAD AHHH

Teddy omg the cutest

LMAO okay Tim, chill

A ROBERTS RADIO UGH I WANT ONEEE

Lmaoo Tim is tragic😂 he doesn’t get out much

Angela aw! An angel!

Magda serving a look aye

Where’s Shelagh to sing the toothbrush song?

The husband reminds me of a “who from whoville” loll

Occupational therapy clinic! Mika !! @nurse-franklin

Coq au vin? Chef Magda

“If you like that sort of thing” LMAO SALTYY AF

“Do I detect a tone?” LMAO OBVIOUSLY PATRICK, REASSURE YOUR WIFE SHE’S PRESSED

I’m laughing but really it’s not funny enough to drag it out lol, I hope Shelagh get’s over it quick

Lmaoo Shelagh a dress with her shoulders out and knees showing is not half dressed, calamate

Lol love her still

I do love her facial expressions too

But fr can she not wear all brown & whoever gave her the M’Lynn from Steel Magonlias hair? It gotta go

SISTER MJ AND LUCILLE MI CORAZÓN

“I could read to you”😭😭

Wait they play basketball?

Violet Buckle is under-appreciated and the Buckle family is too

Aw I’m proud of Marjorie’s husband

obvs hand in front of stomach placement ha

LMAO WINNIE STEALING THE CAR WHAT A THUG! GTA OUT HERE 😂

LMAO THIS DAD AW HE’S COACHING

PHYLLIS IN HER SKIRT BLESS, SHE’S GONNA BE PISSED THO LOLLL

He’s about to throw up I’m ded

Phyllis brought to tears about her, I feel 😂😭

Except my Bitch ass doesn’t have a car or license yet

“Wedding”😭

CAUGHT Lmaoo sorry Sis

“The longest paths lead into sunlight, when they are paved with love”😭😭

THESE DARLINGS BROUGHT FOOD I LOVEEE

Omfg do I see rellenos de papa?👀👀 

That food looks so good ugh I wish I had some home cooked food rn

Ahh man that’s it?

Till next week😭..