#i love how all 3 of them have trademark patterned shirts though
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deus-ex-mona · 4 months ago
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can’t believe 2/3 of the 3 stooges got mv cameos
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loveregrown · 11 months ago
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SHU FS2 CAME OUT. He looks balder than ever. I am not surprised nor entirely disappointed at his outfit being nothing to me, though it is a little saddening he’s following the same exact clothing trend he’s had in all his last cards. I like the unbloomed when it’s moving more but I like his little finger on head and his croissants naturally. Ugh, everytime I look at it, I strangely like it more. Why does this happen to me with cards! But also, why do the unbloomeds often eat up the bloomeds…?
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The rose concept was already used on Hiyori you silly goose. Alas, they can share. But neither will be happy about it; he considered burning his shirt simply because Wataru said theirs matched.
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I definitely like the fit more in 3DMV than in live2d, but it seems to often be the case with me so it’s only natural. But it doesn’t Always happen. Perhaps I was simply hating before. Or I am simply conditioning myself to it. The blue accents is very cute I love that shade so much. I like the coloured button-up a loooottttt & the red in the scr is so nice & I just I really like this outfit I do! & I like light colours so despite it being the same as his wedding tour 3⭐️ and his 4⭐️ in the wet Sena scout, it is pleasant nonetheless! It really is not awful, despite thinking he could have something far more unique, it was to be expected from how this round of feature scouts was going, where there seemed to be at most two categories of fashion, if not 3.
One thing I've been hating is the STUPID RANDOM STRIP OF FABRIC THEY KEEP GIVING THE 3DMV OUTFITS WHICH LIKE I GET BECAUSE IT'S PROBABLY BECAUSE THEY WANT TO DRAW THE EYES TO THE MOVEMENT OF IT A LOT OF THE OUTFITS SEEM DESIGNED WITH THIS PURPOSE BUT IT JUST LOOKS FUCKING STUPID SOMETIMES. LIKE. TOILET PAPER ROLL TUCKED INTO THEIR CLOTHES OR LIKE A STRANGE CURTAIN FOR THEIR ASS. OR SOMETHING. IT'S NOT RIGHT. But... well I suppose it works here. Especially since the cut of his suit is not at all a novelty but it's okay. But I was reminded of it seeing it in action in his spp... it is just nothing to me. The stupid piece of fabric I mean. it could be removed and I would not miss it. But I Understand It's Purpose therefore I do not despise it I just get find it silly.
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What was the meaning of this. What’s wrong with you? Was there a need for roses on your flat arse. Embroidery on your behind. Though this sort of thing is awesome and cunty when done on like, jeans. And such.
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He has a nice SCR… I like it a lot actually. SCRS aren’t always good & I never Purposefully get SCRS but it’s such a win to me when they are good because then I look at them & I smile. ☺️
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Bwuh… I’m pretty sure Nito’s hair ribbon changes colour in scr to red too… maybe they both do… not okay. They look so, so good next to each other I should just die. I should just die.
It will never have the brilliance his FS1 holds, with it’s interesting silhouette which almost looks like a dress, and really fun boots, and the classic, stupid, gay, yet ever so fun Itsuki Shuu trademark hat on his head! But I am growing fonder of it the more I look at it. At least, everything ASIDE FROM THE BLOOMED. Which I don’t like. On the lower end of FS2s for me regarding bloomed illustration but points for everything else. You win this time despite objectively not being that good. I like the side of Shu it shows too. Even if his face looks stupid.
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I don’t like his FS1 bloomed much specifically when it comes to his silly face & pose, but the outfit makes up for it. Do you notice how this is a pattern. But, either way, many parts of it are so dope, such as the spiral staircase, the dramatic element of the back of his outfit flaring up like that, the paintings on the wall and the chandelier. It’s all very grand. & if anyone deserves and should be expected to be grand, it is him. There’s a lot one can say about it really.
However, I like the lightness of his FS2. The romantic elements such as the shades used, the red roses, his ring. There’s a lot to be enjoyed here.
I haven’t looked at the full illustration for his FS2 yet but I am excited to witness it since often they coax me into liking the card more than when it is cropped/in actual card form. But his face in the bloomed, is stupid and gay. That is all. Otherwise, it’s Perce approved, all things considered. :-) but to be honest. It really does look like something you’d find at a mall. The outfit, I mean.
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fukurodanni · 4 years ago
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everything stays (but it still changes)
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PART 1 || part 2 || part 3
pairing: tsukishima kei x photographer!reader summary: there are better people to see in the middle of a starbucks on a thursday afternoon - easier people. the man that broke your heart three years ago is definitely not one of them. word count: 2k note: a gift for @lonely-little-levi, who has a fondness for lemon tea and astronomy and karasuno’s beanpole of a middle blocker
It’s like a shitty romance novel.
Even so, you’re starting to think a romance novel would’ve been easier than this - frozen in the middle of a Starbucks in front of your highschool sweetheart, four years post-breakup.
Kei Tsukishima stands like an absolute lamppost at the counter, except he isn’t quite as lanky as he was then. He looks very dignified, you think, with an airpod in one ear and the tailored dress shirt that suggests he's just stepped out of a magazine. There’s nothing stopping you from saying hello except the mortifying ordeal that is confrontation, and the sudden, excruciating thumping in your sternum from seeing him after so long.
You'll only have to see him today, you think, so you watch him walk out without glancing in your direction. No biggie.
Except maybe it is a bit more of a biggie than you'd thought.
Tsukishima, apparently, plans on becoming a regular. And it’s like clockwork: Thursday and Friday afternoons, just as you're getting out of the car, the same mussed blond head of hair ducks out of the coffee shop and into his own car. He doesn't seem to notice you and it's only been long enough for you to notice the pattern - there is no eye contact, no acknowledgement.
It’s like high school all over again, and you sort of hate yourself for it but you know you’ll have to run in with him sooner or later - the familiarity of it all grips you by the collar and threatens to strangle you where you stand. One Thursday afternoon, though, after a blissful two weeks without an encounter, he spots you.
You freeze. The whole world freezes.
He stands not six feet away from you and his expression betrays nothing, which is immediately frustrating because you feel like your heart is going to force its way up your chest and you’re going to vomit the whole organ out onto his fancy leather shoes and then - and then he nods at you in acknowledgement.
And walks away.
Fucking Christ. That could have gone better. Despite your frantic pulse, relief washes over you at it not being an actual conversation - because at least he’s seen you now. Good. There isn’t anything else to be gained and the niggling regret of not having said anything isn’t large enough to concern you yet.
Surely you can handle the next one?
The afternoon after the first encounter, you’re sure you’ve jinxed it or something. You don’t see him there, don’t bother to look for his car, so you head in. It goes as mundane and routine as mundane routines go, and you’re very satisfied with the cup of tea warming your hands. You stand outside your car for a moment to check your phone - an email about a photoshoot next week - and nearly leap out of your skin.
“Are you here often?” His voice is low and smooth and washes over you like ice water.
Second time’s a charm. You turn to face him.
“Kei. You could afford to say hello, you know.” Your voice comes out a lot steadier than the rest of you feels.
“Hello,” he says blandly. “How come we haven't run into each other before?”
You can only shrug in response, tucking your phone back into your pocket. “Maybe you’re just blind,” you reply coolly. “you look good, though. How’ve you been?”
His brow raises slightly, the barest indication of surprise. “Alright.”
There are about a million words swimming between the two of you, things left unspoken from years ago suddenly bubbling to the surface. His stoicism frustrates you endlessly, but he’s opened his mouth twice as if readying to say something. You’re just about to bite the bullet and ask about it when he finally says -
“Are you free this weekend?”
And the only witty thing you can think to respond with is, “Wow. Didn’t peg you as the eager type.” Which obviously isn’t the right thing to say because a look of hurt passes over his face before he wipes it completely. You feel yourself wince a little.
“That’s not what I meant,” he says. Tsukishima’s face morphs back to apathetic and you almost wish you’d said something a little gentler until his mouth gives into that trademark smirk, “but I’m glad that’s the first thing you had in mind.”
“Oh, sorry,” you scoff, gripping the cup a little tighter. “I forget to mention how you occupy my every waking thought.”
Hostility is a comfort and you wrap yourself in it like a blanket in the dead of winter. Tsukishima lets the silence hang for a beat or two before deciding to explain himself.
“I meant to catch up,” he explains, and his voice is softer this time - it catches you off guard, itches at you with deja vu. It sounds like Friday nights after school huddled up under a knitted blanket watching shitty dramas and summer mornings after staying up well past dawn - but you stuff it all into the back of your mind because that’s all very unimportant and you still haven’t given him an answer. You glance at his mouth, watching the way it forms syllables. “I wonder about you.”
The latter statement comes out a little quieter. It makes you question whether or not he really meant to say it. “Okay,” you nod. “Sunday, then. Are you free Sunday?”
Tsukishima nods stiffly. He has the same tells, you realize, as you watch his thumb smooth over the knuckle of his index finger. He’s nervous. It fills you with an obsolete sort of pride, like maybe you shouldn’t have remembered.
“Good-” he stumbles on his words. “It’s good to see you.”
It isn’t until you’re halfway home that you nearly drop your head onto the steering wheel in sharp realization. You hadn’t asked for a time.
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You hardly remember what it is that first drew you to Tsukishima - you were both so young. It was a class or two together, and a mutual friend through Yamaguchi, and then a study date. And then another, and another, until you’d found yourself completely captivated by him: the funny way he snickered, the way his eyes welled with pride when you finally understood a concept, the way his lips curved into a smile he’d reserved only for you. The way his arms felt like coming home; like comfort and calm and relief.
It came all at once: precious and tentative, in coffee dates and starry nights, in hesitant museum outings and evenings spent buried under thick blankets. You’d looked at him one night, pulse thrumming with a perfect kind of joy, and called it love.
Your euphoria stuck like glue to fingers, tacky and hard to remove. Years of high school passed in vignettes, hazy and rose colored - a bustling, intoxicating romance that spanned the entire night sky. He called you his sun, his stars; looked at you as if you’d woven each constellation by hand. And you loved him so fiercely, your moonlight, a force to turn tides and bring oceans to their knees.
Graduation came along with a tearful and stilted goodbye, though not without a special promise to stay in touch. You recall the lump of worry knotted at the bottom of your throat that first night in university, sick with uncertainty and asking yourself how long you could possibly go on before disaster struck and pulled you from him for good.
But then he’d called the next morning and the croak of his voice, barely awake, was the softest sunshine after a lifetime in darkness. It soothed every ache and smoothed over your edges and suddenly there was no doubt that you’d be okay.
It fell apart so gently; sweet, hazardous smoke that filled every gap between you until it consumed all your sunshine. It was daily calls becoming weekly and then barely any at all; shorter texts and stilted visits and tense silences. It grows and grows and you find your thoughts wandering, traitorously, to whether or not it should be fixed. Maybe it isn’t meant to be.
You hate yourself for it and hate that you even consider it in the first place.
When it happens, it isn’t intentional. Things like this usually never are, you think, but you can’t recall how it began. It must have been so insignificant.
You remember, vaguely, the warmth of sun on your skin. The feeling of waking up pressed against Tsukishima, tucked into him, his breaths like the gentlest morning metronome. The warmth of his fingertips tracing stars onto your shoulder and fond, mumbled conversation - a languid and picturesque morning, sodden with quiet affection.
It finally comes as he’s leaving again - he’d only come for a weekend trip, after all, because that’s all he had time for then. He’s pulling on a jacket because fall is approaching and so is the cold, and pulls on a blank expression to match. You watch his hand fidget, thumb over finger, you know he’s nervous.
And then he asks to end it. As if you hadn’t just spent the morning in his arms.
It escalates like calm before a storm and you’re so confused, even though you know it’s been a long time coming. But, god, it feels so good to succumb to anger because it’s something besides the past few months - numbness like stagnant water. It bursts through dams you didn’t know you’d built and rolls over your tongue. It tastes like knives.
“So what, is that it?” You scoff despite yourself, trying to clear the lump in your throat. “You’re done with me because of a few missed calls?”
It’s not a few. You think about all the calls you’ve let ring deliberately purely because you just weren’t in the mood, or because he’d been so snippy on the last one or because you just didn’t have the time. You shouldn’t be ripping into him for this.
“Done with you-!” he repeats, incredulous, and it’s the first time you’ve heard his voice shift into this tone - awkward and frustrated and trying his very best not to yell because he still loves you so much, but the words are like magma in his throat and all that’s coming out is ash.
It frustrates him. So he can’t help but yell in that pained, strangled voice and hope it all makes sense why you can’t be together anymore. It tugs at the very core of his chest, burning unpleasantly - it tastes like bile rising high in his throat except none of it refuses to go and he’s left standing there with no idea of what to do, so he lashes out because of all things, at least he knows how to do that.
He’s like a fucked up pinball machine - managing to hit every guilt at the back of your mind, and you can’t show him that you’re affected. Can’t let him hear the words that feel glued to the roof of your mouth - begging him to reconsider and trying to fix it all when you’d pretended it wasn’t all going bad, too. So you stand there, frozen still. He looks sort of strangled, like he’s physically restraining himself from saying things and explaining himself and you recognize it, faintly, as a defense mechanism. He’s hiding from you.
You wonder when he’d started to do that.
The room is so thick with tension that it feels you might lose yourself in the way your chest tightens and curls in on itself - if you could just open the proverbial window and make it all better - when you quite literally watch Tsukishima’s resolve shatter. Because suddenly, he would rather walk away than mend this ugly rift between you, wide and monstrous. You hardly remember the tears cooling on your cheeks; only the weeks spent out of contact, trying to pick up broken pieces and figure out what it was to breathe without needles filling your lungs. The weeks after home was stripped away from you, trying to rid yourself of guilt and doubt and blame.
PART 1 || part 2 || part 3
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syncogon · 4 years ago
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[QZGS meta] what’s in an OP? dawning glory (pt 2)
(a continuation of part 1 here) (part 3 here)
{The King’s Avatar Season 2 premieres in less than 12 hours!}
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Last time we covered just up to around the halfway point of this OP. We’re picking up again right at the start of the second verse, where a new singing voice kicks in.
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After reminiscing on the past, we come to Ye Xiu again as he puts on his headphones - he’s smiling, he’s doing what he loves, he’s ready to go forward. His smile here is an act of defiance against those who tell him that he should be stopping in his tracks.
The change of singer here is very noticeable, as they have very different-sounding voices. However, this is something we’ll talk about more later. 
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In this section, we cut smoothly between the real and the virtual worlds. Lord Grim, too, faces forward resolutely, despite the naysayers referenced in the lyrics - “they say I shouldn’t go forward, they say I should just say goodbye, they say there’s no tomorrow, only night.”
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Again, we focus on his hands - his left hand positioning on the keyboard in the real world, his right hand in the game world hoisting his weapon. They both extend from the upper left side of the screen, which allows our brains to follow the visual connection easily without being too overt about the parallel. Ye Xiu’s preparations for his comeback help to build our anticipation for the action that’s to come.
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The red palette used for these in-game shots in this segment is an interesting stylistic choice. It’s a more nuanced version of the red-palette style used for the entirety of the OVA OP. Red is the color most commonly associated with Ye Xiu, it’s the color of both Team Happy and Team Excellent Era, it’s Lord Grim’s main color due to his scarf, and of course it’s associated with things like passion, fire, blood, etc. The red is also a nice contrast to the darkened, navy-blue setting of the real-world internet cafe - the lighting makes it seem like it’s nighttime again - and the red of Ye Xiu’s hoodie serves as a nice visual bridge between worlds.
Because this segment of the OP cuts between the game and real worlds so quickly, I think it’s good that they distinguish the game world here with these colors, as it makes the jumps easier to follow and understand. 
“They say there is no tomorrow, only night,” as reflected light flashes across the umbrella. Maybe it’s night in the internet cafe right now, but certainly not for long. And even if it’s night for Su Muqiu, his creation will see the light of day.
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“Crossing the frozen finish line” - Lord Grim steps out in a wide, battle-ready stance, emphasizing the sense of motion inherent to the word “crossing.” In the background of the music, you can hear the growing sound of what sounds like rushing wind, in time with the wind whipping Lord Grim’s scarf about, and it continues to build up the energy of this scene.
The “frozen finish line” here refers to his unwilling retirement on that snowy night; it’s an ending that he was forced into, not the goal that he was striving for. But the point that the lyrics make here is that this unwilling end merely becomes the new starting point for his dream. 
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The animators are really milking his windswept bangs, but honestly the animation looks good, so I can’t complain.
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As Lord Grim narrows his (vibrantly red) eyes and tenses in preparation, we fade to Ye Xiu making the same motion, once again emphasizing the real-virtual parallel. Just this small motion is enough to make us, too, brace ourselves in anticipation. And as we mentioned earlier, you can really see here how the red hood of his sweatshirt is a nice connection to Lord Grim’s scarf, standing out against the colors of the rest of the image. 
The music feels like it’s going to crest at its peak here, but it’s actually a fakeout - accompanied by a key change in the music, the intensity suddenly backs off. Instead of the climax we’re expecting, we’re instead shown a montage of mostly-still images.
This is actually a good demonstration of how this OP follows the effective “interest curve” fairly well. You can’t continuously build hype throughout a piece, because that quickly becomes exhausting and boring for the audience. Instead, you have to have your peaks and valleys. At the very beginning of the OP, we started off with a crescendo to the first peak where the beat kicks in. We had a fairly upbeat instrumental section, then we dropped off as we entered verse 1. The Happy player segment is relatively chill overall, with its own small ebbs and flows. Then when we enter verse 2 with the second voice, the excitement level is a step up from what it was before. The second half of this segment gradually builds up in intensity until suddenly, here, we drop off. We’ll come back to this curve later to see the fuller picture. 
So we have this montage of the major pros, Ye Xiu’s closest friends and toughest opponents (note the first half of the lyric here is “even if it’s dangerous”). Although these are just still images, they still efficiently reveal information about the characters and teams in question - both when you consider them individually, and when you look at the patterns as a whole. Let’s take a look.
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In all of these shots, the captain is the largest figure, and always on the center-right side of the screen. Even the last shot of Ye Xiu’s face before this montage places him at the center-right, giving us the exact starting-off point we need. This means that our eyes don’t have to do much work - we naturally trace a path to follow the most prominent figure in every image. 
Tyranny’s Han Wenqing, of course, strikes the most intimidating pose. Just from how they’re positioned, you can get a sense of how the two of them work together as partners - Han Wenqing in front, aggressive, Zhang Xinjie only a step behind, more defensive. They appear to be the pair that’s second-closest to each other in terms of physical distance, as they have a fairly balanced partnership. They’re angled toward each other, implicitly acknowledging each other without actually overlapping. 
Blue Rain is famed for their dual-core, and this image makes it abundantly clear, with captain and vice-captain featured equally prominently, standing right next to each other, back to back, almost the same size on screen. Looking closely, you can see that the two of them are moving together in the same direction as a unit. This is in contrast to the other teams’ characters, who are all sliding across the screen at slightly different speeds and directions from each other. Yu Wenzhou holds his clipboard, an instant clue toward his tactician style. Huang Shaotian is at a side profile, reflecting his unconventional, opportunistic, assassin-like style. And with his casual gesture and a wide grin, you can immediately get a sense of his personality. 
In Tiny Herb, Wang Jiexi is king (pun intended). Out of all the team pictures, he is the largest figure. This reflects how he is the sole pillar of Tiny Herb as of now, and it hints at just how (unsustainably) deep the team’s reliance upon him runs. Behind Wang Jiexi, we see his successor Gao Yingjie. Although Gao Yingjie is smaller for now, the angle of the shot makes it seem as though he is rising above Wang Jiexi - and this, of course, is exactly what the captain is trying to make happen. 
Behind these two is a third figure. At first I’d assumed it was Liu Xiaobie, but he doesn’t have the trademark headphones, so I think it makes more sense that this is actually Qiao Yifan, still in the team. With how he’s half-hidden in Gao Yingjie’s shadow and not even looking at the camera, you get the sense that even in this little picture, he doesn’t quite have a place here.
Samsara features Zhou Zekai and Jiang Botao. When these images were initially previewed during the live ED performance, there was a lot of backlash because a) Jiang Botao’s design had changed, b) their jackets spelled “samsaea”, and c) there was a coloring error on the collar of Zhou Zekai’s shirt. Fortunately, it seems all of these flaws were addressed. 
Zhou Zekai is the second-largest out of all the featured characters, reflecting how Glory’s number one player always dominates the battlefield. Jiang Botao’s design here sweeps more hair out of his eyes, which suits his character well by giving him a more open, friendly, approachable appearance. Although he’s positioned far back from the camera relative to Zhou Zekai, he seems content where he is - he has a perfectly fine view of the camera and surroundings, and here he can serve as the tether connecting the powerful Zhou Zekai to the unseen rest of the team. 
Next we see Thunderclap - I was actually somewhat surprised to see them featured now, but I suppose we need to establish Xiao Shiqin early on. I’m also surprised that they have four members here… I don’t think I could name four Season 8 Thunderclap members off the top of my head, I’m sorry ahaha. We have Xiao Shiqin and Dai Yanqi obviously, I assume the third is Fang Xuecai, but I don’t know who the player with his back turned is supposed to be. Maybe they included a lot of team members to emphasize how, more so than any other team, Thunderclap’s strength is when they’re playing together as a team. You can also see this in how, unlike all the other teams except Blue Rain, all four of the characters are sliding across the screen in the same direction (right), although the parallax makes their speeds appear slightly different. 
That being said, with the hand adjusting his glasses and his thoughtful look to the side, Xiao Shiqin very much gives off the studious tactician vibe. Still, his smile is warm, not cold and calculating. Behind him, Dai Yanqi is just adorable.
Finally, we have Hundred Blossoms. Coming off of Xiao Shiqin’s smile, Zhang Jiale’s shadowed half-frown stands in sharp contrast, even though the viewer has only a fraction of a second to take it in. Angled at a full 90 degrees from the camera, Zhang Jiale stares at his right hand, a sort of frozen sadness on his face. What could he be thinking about? Reflecting on his continued inability to take the final step to the championship? Reflecting on the hand injury that tore his closest friend and partner away from him, leaving him to shoulder the burden alone? In this image, it seems as though it’s the Hundred Blossoms’ shining logo itself that is casting his face into shadow. He undoubtedly has many conflicted feelings about the team he gave six years of his life to, and ultimately abandoned. 
Visually, Zhang Jiale appears to be facing a deep blackness; the design places no decorative accents on that corner of the screen. Perhaps he sees no way forward. Perhaps he sees the way forward, through to the team with black as its color, and the betrayal that choice would mean. 
Behind him is Sun Zheping. Interestingly, he’s fully illuminated by the light of the Hundred Blossoms logo. In Zhang Jiale’s mind, perhaps he still is that light, a light now lost to him. Although Sun Zheping is also looking away, his body is angled more forward toward the camera, reflecting how he has a better sense than Zhang Jiale does of what it means to cast off doubts and charge forward into the future. 
In a sharp contrast to every other team picture, note that neither person in this image is looking at the camera. Whereas the other teams are unified and focused in their pursuit of the championship, both Zhang Jiale and Sun Zheping are lost. In fact, neither is even currently a member of this team that they founded together. And, of course, there’s a distance between them, as they look off in opposite directions, and this distance only grows as Zhang Jiale slides toward the right and Sun Zheping toward the left. Overall, the mood this final team image conveys is drastically different from the rest.
I also found it interesting to note here that, although all of the teams’ uniforms got redesigned in the donghua (for instance, official novel art always portrayed them with collared polos, not t-shirts), the Hundred Blossoms uniform here appears to be unchanged from the original.  
As a final thought, I do love the background designs in each of these shots, working in the team colors and the motifs of the logos. I wish they’d release these as desktop wallpapers, they’re really nice. 
So that’s enough words about these three seconds of the opening. Let’s (finally) keep going.
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This is a good place in the OP to insert a reminder of the final goal we’re working toward - the championship. “As always we charge forward, we’ll ultimately be crowned,” here at the summit of glory. 
Something about the faded filter over these two shots gives it an almost mystical, imaginative quality. Or maybe it’s the feeling of a memory long past. This stage, this place of legends, it’s still a ways off for our protagonists for now. But they’ll find their way here in the end.
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Team Happy! When it comes to illustrating Happy’s in-game characters in an action group picture, this sort of composition - side view, all of them leaping into action toward one direction - is fairly common, even just in official art. Still, it never gets old, and it’s nice to see it here, especially as the music crests. The lyric “we’ll be crowned,” which bridges us from verse 2 to the chorus, is timed with the very first large group picture we get in this OP. It’s a proud and triumphant declaration as we see our protagonists finally united for the first time, arrayed for battle.
With that, just before we enter the chorus section, we’ll pause here for now. Part 3, which will cover the last 20 seconds or so, will probably go up after the episode premieres. I’m also interested to see how they’ll work the credits into this OP; hopefully they do something interesting, or at least make it look nice. 
Thanks for reading! 
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ribcagecarnival · 4 years ago
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NO. 3 (Joy, Jacob Collier, & Maximalism)
If you are a professional musician, you have heard of Jacob Collier. You might not like him, you might not even listen to him, but you definitely know who he is. He is the sort of extraordinary talent that draws equal measures of envy, confusion, and obsession from the swaths of society that come into contact with him. Non-musicians marvel at the big picture; musicians marvel at the details. He is shocking to everyone for different reasons. Collier is a 26-year-old musician from London who cites Stevie Wonder as one of his biggest influences, and the musical genealogy is delightfully obvious. Collier plays, it seems, every single instrument, and he plays them all prodigiously well. He has a rich, unusual vocal tone. He mixes his own records with gleeful attention to detail. A YouTube comment I saw on one of his Tiny Desk performances described his style as that of “a funky weird wizard's apprentice in an old 90s point and click adventure.” That is a direct quote, and it is an accurate assessment, with his love for oversized shirts in outrageous patterns, often paired with Crocs or no shoes at all. All of this combines for a musical experience uniquely suited to the current cultural moment. Maximalism is back. Now, Collier has been enjoying success both critically and commercially for years. It’s not as if he suddenly appeared on the scene as the product of 2020 Weirdness. But I personally am embarking on a deep dive into his oeuvre right now, and it wasn’t until I’d been watching his interviews and live performances for a couple weeks that I realized why. While Collier is capable of delivering stripped down acoustic performances with remarkable delicacy and intimacy, his unique trademark is the infinite layering of vocal and instrumental harmonies. He has a band that he performs with, but he also has a one-man multimedia concert machine that he constructed with a PhD student at MIT. And he shines particularly brightly in the video projects he began his career with that have proven presciently effective during the pandemic, where he makes a band entirely out of clones of himself. The Tiny Desk I linked above is one such visual experience. Who needs to risk respiratory infection when you’re a musical jack of all trades and some sly movie magic can turn your one-man band into a four-piece with ease? Collier doesn’t perform with the stoicism that his virtuosity might suggest, and his persona is not that of a Serious Artist. He is clearly Online, and he enjoys it. And in interviews, his energy is always enthusiastic but humbled, a childlike appreciation for the opportunity to make music for people who want to listen. If his attire wasn’t enough of a clue, Collier is a goofball. He is human sunshine, elated at the prospect of doing basically every task he is endowed with. Now, I don’t know him personally, so I don’t know how much of that is a persona. But I doubt that kind of happiness is sustainable if it’s false. I don’t mean to suggest that he’s happy 100% of the time. I just think he’s one of those lucky people whose once-in-a-generation talent did not come with the price tag of boundless sadness. The 2010s began with Katy Perry’s saccharine belt on “Teenage Dream” and ended with Billie Eilish’s morose whisper on “everything I wanted.” You can never sum up an entire year of music with a single style, but it is not a hot take to point out that pop music got sad by the end of the decade. In addition, that musical transition was accompanied by an aesthetic transition toward minimalism. Tiny houses were all the rage and Marie Kondo’s philosophies were regarded as gospel. Economic uncertainty and environmental urgency spurred us, Millennials and Gen Z, to curb consumption (though I’m not a data scientist and I don’t know if these ideals were popular outside my liberal echo chamber). The color palette of pop culture went neutral. But now a new decade has dawned, and it has gotten off to a shatteringly terrible start. The last thing we want is white walls and emptiness. That’s not to say that our ethical concerns about consumptions have disappeared. But spending so much of our time indoors has meant that nesting has a renewed significance, and it’s a lot easier to spend time in your bedroom if there are decent posters on the wall and a plant or two to brighten up the place. And while some people are clinging stubbornly to monochrome color palettes, many people are leveling up to include the whole rainbow in their wardrobes and home décor—or at least adding some greenery. In my opinion, Jacob Collier is the maximalist king of the Anxious 20s (unlike the Roaring 20s of the previous century—although maybe after this pandemic is over we’ll get our chance to properly roar?). Some people think his devotion to harmony is taken to excess, that his arrangements can be cluttered or that his musical ethos is pretentious. But I find it impossible to watch Collier perform and come to that conclusion. His joy is so unabashed and unstudied, and his gratitude for his gifts is so apparent, that to me he comes across as authentic as any flannelled singer-songwriter with only an acoustic guitar and a I-IV-V progression to their name. Collier’s current project is a four-volume mega-album called Djesse, and while I haven’t listened to all the available material, what I’ve heard so far is delightful. I’m a self-proclaimed wordgirl, and words are almost beside the point for what Collier does, so it might seem counterintuitive that I’m such a fan. But in this era of wall-to-wall darkness, there is nothing I need more than the sonic abundance of the Jacob Collier Cinematic Universe. I’m intimidated by the idea of ever collaborating with this artist I admire so deeply, but I know my fears are misplaced. If I’m ever lucky enough to cross paths with him, I know he’ll be nothing but generous. He’s just a kid on the playground, and everyone is welcome in his sandbox.
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thebiasrekkers · 5 years ago
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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]
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Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?
Rating: NC-17 // NSFW
Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff
Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC
Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut
Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25
Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]
Word Count: 2,734
Chapter 25: Let Me Know
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“Maybe we’re all just a bunch of fools. Everyone lives with a love that has come to an end.”
© thebiasrekkers (Admin E). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.
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Seoul – Cheongdam; Gangnam District South Korea
Seokjin relieved Yoongi from manning his office, reminding him to not be late for the party. He replied with a half grunt, muttering to himself that he didn’t see a reason why he needed to be there. Seokjin sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth, catching the look Yoongi gave him. He would acquiesce or there would be hell to pay. His brother seemed to understand this, watching him wave his hand back and forth as he exited his office. Seokjin gave a satisfied smirk as the door clicked shut.
Crossing his office, he stood in front of a full-length mirror and adjusted the gunmetal gray collar of his dark blue dress shirt – his slender finger slipping beneath the black cotton turtleneck that was worn underneath. Both shirts were tucked into his black slacks, an elegant silver chain hooked from one belt loop and into the pocket of his pants. He readjusted the cuffs of his shirt just as a knock from the door resounded in the room.
“Come in,” he said, not bothering to turn around.
The door opened and clicks from heels could be heard against the hard floor before the door closed once more.
“Is this outfit you picked really necessary, Seokjin-ah?”
As he turned, the smirk on his face at an oncoming quip was immediately wiped from his features. Anastasia stood before him in a fire engine red dress, the hem just barely touching her knees. The high neck of the fabric hugged her shoulders, exposing her chest, and the dress accentuated her bosom. Her arms were completely covered with red lace – woven in floral patterns to give it an eloquent touch. She wore a pair of nude high heels and there were two large silver bracelets that adorned her wrists.
He took note of the flush around her cheeks, her dark blonde hair pulled up into a messy updo and tendrils framed her face. Anastasia’s makeup was modest, save for the deep red lipstick painted over her buds. She rubbed at her arms – whether from cold or from feeling shy, he couldn’t really tell.
“Well, are you gonna say something or just keep staring at me over there?”
The irritation was hard to miss in her voice, but what was missed in tone could easily be interpreted from her facial expression. Seokjin shook his head, grin returning to his features, and slowly made his way toward her. Anastasia took a step backward, averting her gaze just as he reached out to remove her glasses. She blinked rapidly, her brows furrowing.
“Seokjin,” she said, her green eyes peering at him, but he knew she wasn’t really looking, “I can’t see.”
“You should invest in contacts,” he said, gently replacing her glasses back onto her face, “though I can’t say I’m against this look either.”
Anastasia pouted, smacking his shoulder and he laughed. “Don’t be a jackass,” she muttered.
He grabbed her wrist, slipping her arm through his. “Did you finish everything you needed to?”
She nodded as they exited his office. “I did. The hotel opening went well, I take it?”
“It did,” Seokjin replied with a smile, leaning forward so he could brush his lips against the shell of her ear, “we couldn’t have done it without you.”
Anastasia made a very loud (and very unladylike) sound with her throat, causing him to throw his head back and laugh.
He couldn’t help himself when it came to her. It was just so much fun to get her all riled up, especially since they were clearly toeing the line between business partners and intimacy. Seokjin certainly wasn’t going to hide his attraction to her and during the last few months, it was clear that she felt something for him as well. He wasn’t quite sure what that was – not yet. Sure, he could make assumptions all day and night but that wasn’t going to bring him closer to the truth.
But he wasn’t in any kind of rush, either.
“So, are you ready for a well-deserved party?”
She shrugged as they began to take the elevator down to the main lobby. “I’ve never been big on this sort of thing. Honestly, I’ve had my fill of company parties.”
Seokjin huffed. “Well, this will be different. You’ll be around people you actually like.”
Anastasia gave him a sidelong glance, smirking. “Are you sure that I like you guys?”
“Wow,” he said, pressing a hand to his chest, “that might have hurt a little.” Seokjin turned slightly, cornering Anastasia as the elevator began to descend. Her hand slipped from his arm as he pressed his palms on either side of her, leaning in until their noses barely touched. “Are you saying you don’t like me, Ana?”
Her eyes grew wide and she tried to shrink back from him, her face showcasing her realization that she did, in fact, have nowhere to flee to. “I…I didn’t say that.”
Feeling she’d been sufficiently punished, Seokjin leaned back and turned to face the elevator door. Anastasia released an audible sigh of relief and he chuckled, reaching out for her arm so that he could loop it back through his. The elevator dinged for the main floor and Jimin stood waiting for them, clad in a silk black suit and black tie. He blinked a few times in surprise at seeing Anastasia. Whether it was because she was arm-in-arm with Seokjin or her entire ensemble remained a mystery.
Regaining his composure, he strolled up to them with his trademark smile. “The car is waiting out front,” he said, gesturing toward the main entrance. He gently nudged Anastasia as the three of them walked. “Ready to show off your two left feet?”
Seokjin watched Anastasia try to cuff Jimin as he twirled away from them, laughing. There was something about the scene that made his heart seem even lighter than it had earlier that day. This was it. This was their time to finally shine instead of remaining hidden in the dark. Jimin clearly appeared happier and there was a part of Seokjin that still felt a twinge of remorse toward him. Out of the entire group, Jimin was the last to come to Seoul because he was the most reluctant to leave. He had every intention of taking over his family’s pastry shop back in Hwaseong.
Would he eventually want to return home? To that life?
“Hyung?”
Seokjin blinked, realizing that both Anastasia and Jimin were staring at him intently. He’d gotten lost in his own thoughts again. Smiling, he shook his head and opened the door so that Anastasia could climb in first. He urged Jimin to enter next, but his younger brother smiled and told him to go ahead.
Once the three of them were settled inside comfortably, they told their driver their destination and simply waited to arrive.
“What about Taehyung and Jungkook?” he asked, looking at Jimin.
Jimin grinned. “They went to go pick up their plus ones for tonight.” Anastasia stifled a giggle and he watched Jimin rolling his eyes. “They’re meeting us there with the others.”
“Alright,” he said while pulling out his phone, “I’m going to let Hoseok and Namjoon know we’re on the way.”
  Seoul – Itaewon; Yongsan District South Korea
Soap Seoul was alive with the heavy bass beats of the DJs playing inside. They could hear the music booming out into the streets as they pulled up. There was a long line of those wishing to gain access, but as their car pulled up and Jimin exited the vehicle, they were immediately greeted by the security at the front door. Seokjin palmed a roll of bills into one of the bouncer’s hands and he unhooked the velvet chord, granting them entrance.
Seokjin helped to guide Anastasia through the crowd, various people greeting them. Some were familiar faces and others weren’t. He kept his hand on her waist, making sure that she was at his side so that she wasn’t swept up in the sea of bodies. Jimin already disappeared, presumably to search out the others.
“Seokjin Hyung!” he heard someone yell over the noise of the crowd and the pulse of music.
He looked around and spied Namjoon, clad in a slate blue three-piece suit. His tie was loose, probably from the heat of so many bodies crowding around them.
“Namjoon-ah,” he called back, seeing Anastasia lifting one of her arms to wave in his direction to get his attention, “over here!”
Namjoon slipped through the crowd, squeezing his way toward them. When he reached them, he flashed a half-smirk to them both. “You guys made it.” He pointed over his shoulder. “We have a VIP room toward the back.”
“Where is Jimin-ah?” Anastasia asked, her eyes scanning the crowd. “I haven’t seen him since we got here. He just up and left!”
“He’s already back in the room to see Hoseok and Yoongi.”
Seokjin canted his head slightly. “What are you doing out here then?”
“Well, I was looking for you guys, but Taehyung and Jungkook said they were pulling up.”
“Ah,” he replied, nodding his head slightly as he glanced down toward Anastasia, “did you want to go ahead and move to the back or wait for the others?”
He watched her shake her head. “No, it’s fine. We can go ahead and head toward the back. I don’t want them waiting on us.”
That was all he needed to hear. Anastasia seemed to press herself tighter against Seokjin and he took the opportunity to wrap his arm around her shoulder so that she could curl into him. Namjoon parted ways with them, heading toward the entrance as they proceeded to make their way toward the back. There were a variety of different booths, black curtains quartering them off from the rest of the dance floor, and then the pale blue lights of various atriums began appearing as they neared further toward the back of the club.
The music wasn’t as boisterous in this area – a soft, muffled pulse of a heartbeat by now. Their room had a single black triangle on the outside, a white circle in the middle of it. Seokjin knocked twice before opening the door, seeing Hoseok, Yoongi and Jimin inside – already pouring drinks. There was a large array of liquor bottles adorning the table, a tray of fruit and snacks, and several plush, leather sectionals to give everyone elbow and breathing room.
Hoseok was dressed in his most comfortable black and white silk suit, the shirt underneath unbuttoned and showing off the modest silver chain that hung from his neck. His pale-blue lensed aviators framed his face and he gave a casual smile to Anastasia. She immediately bowed her head out of polite respect and Seokjin had to refrain from laughing.
“It’s good to see you, Anastasia-ssi,” Hoseok greeted, gesturing for them to have a seat, “have a seat. Relax.” He held out a shot glass to her. “Can I pour you a drink?”
Yoongi snorted, his expression harder to read. He seemed amused, but the way his posture was, it indicated that he was slightly uncomfortable or annoyed. Or both. His black blazer hung loose over his black and red patterned shirt – a silver butterfly lapel pin shining against the modest amount of lighting inside the room. He was already nursing a shot of whiskey, his cheeks only slightly rosy from the alcoholic intake.
Seokjin could only imagine how much he’d been drinking these days, let alone tonight.
Anastasia took a seat, grasping for the shot glass as Hoseok poured her a drink. Yoongi was already doing the same for Seokjin when the door flung open. In burst Taehyung, a periwinkle blue blazer draped over his white fleece sweater – a pair of simple black slacks hugging his waist. He flashed his boxy grin at them, holding a hand up in greeting. However, it was the person that followed behind him that gave everyone pause.
Raelyn, their former Hyungsoo-nim, entered behind Taehyung – her arm looped through his as her other hand was holding tightly to the silver clutch at her waist. Her purple, handkerchief cocktail dress flowed delicately around her form – bringing out the color of her brown skin even more. The neckline dipped and curved over her chest, the straps reaching for her neck sparkling with rhinestone gems. The heels of her silver stilettos clicked loudly despite the noise of the club flooding into the room.
Everyone started to stand up, out of habit, before lowering themselves back down into their seats. The only one who didn’t move was Hoseok. Seokjin saw them make eye contact until Anastasia seemed to shake the strange atmosphere by getting up to go and greet her friend.
Something around Raelyn’s neck caught Seokjin’s eye and he spied the crescent moon pendant. Namjoon entered the room after them, locking eyes with Seokjin almost immediately. Neither of them said a word. Between the entire group, only Namjoon and Seokjin understood the significance of that pendant.
And who it originally belonged to.
Hoseok seemed to deduce what they were thinking, and he immediately shook his head, silencing whatever voiceless questions they were about to throw at him. Instead, he stood up and crossed the room, hugging Raelyn and she returned the gesture. She pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek in greeting and he stepped to the side to allow Taehyung to help her get situated.
Jungkook finally squeezed his way inside. Seokjin had to, yet again, remind himself that Jungkook wasn’t the little kid they adopted into their little circle of friends. He was a man. A man who apparently could fill a suit out very well. The silk black lapels seemed to shimmer, the rest of his blazer a pristine white – the black accents for the buttons and cuffs were sharp. He wore a black silk tie over a simple white dress shirt which was tucked into a pair of black slacks.
The woman on his arm, whether intentional or not, matched his sharp dress code to the letter.
Her olive skin seemed to glow under the light of the room, and the simple black dress she wore hugged her figure in all the right ways. The hem stopped just above her knee and the dress was draped over her chest at an angle. The piece of fabric that hung around her neck seemed to connect to the single sleeve of her left arm – clinging to her like a second skin. She wore black pumps with a silver accent on the toes and heels and she wore no other jewelry save for the large silver hoops that dangled from her ears – her thick, curly hair pulled toward the right of her neck in a low ponytail.
Yoongi was the first to rise from his chair, not necessarily from surprise like the others, but from something else. Seokjin saw him curling his hands into fists and he immediately rose to his feet, attempting to quell the mounting tension building in the room.
“Jungkook-ah,” he said, crossing over to the youngest of their group, “who is this lovely person and how did you convince her to tag along with you?”
Jungkook gave a shy smile, watching as her hand withdrew from his arm so she could shake Seokjin’s hand. “This is Eden McGee,” he said, casting her a sidelong glance. He looked like he wanted to say more, but refrained.
A glass clattered across the table and everyone turned to see the source of the noise. Yoongi took a step back from the small mess he’d made, his brows knitting together. “Sorry about that,” he said, moving to head toward the door to their room, “I’ll go get something to clean this up with.”
He brushed past them, his shoulder knocking into Jungkook’s as he seemed to purposefully push himself between Eden and Jungkook.
Seokjin saw Eden’s eyes peering into his as he shook her hand. But after a moment, her gaze seemed to linger off to the right where Jungkook was standing. She gave a polite half smile, a slight pink touching her cheeks, before looking back at Seokjin.
“I’m Jungkook’s girlfriend,” she said, which seemed to cause Jungkook’s jaw to drop slightly and Seokjin raised his brows. “It’s nice to meet you.”
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A/N: And I decided to add this in because I know you guys were probably curious. I added links to their outfits that they wore, just in case the descriptions I gave didn't do them justice. Listed in order of appearance: Seokjin: Here Anastasia: Here Namjoon: Here Hoseok: Here Yoongi: Here Jimin: Here Taehyung: Here Raelyn: Here Jungkook: Here Eden: Here
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lxgatus · 5 years ago
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   senses and other oddly specific headcanons
Tagged by: Stole it from @hariolor​ Tagging: @pontifex-maximus-of-zaros​ @psychiatriae​ @wgblair​ @shadowtongued​ @jahaanofmenaphos​ @fiulnoapte​ @culthcnt​
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1.     WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE?  
          GENERALLY, PEOPLE are most likely to notice a smell of tobacco and whiskey. The smell of his vices clings to his clothes as he partakes multiple times daily; it’s a human smell and he thinks it helps him blend in better. The energy that makes up his blood has a spicy smell when exposed to air, and even after bathing the scent has a tendency to permeate from his body when out of glamour. It’s not an overwhelming scent usually unless wounded, but if you’re close to him it’s definitely something you’ll notice. It’s probably one of the few things that are naturally ‘nice’ about a Mahjarrat; their natural scent. 
2.     WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE?  
          LEATHERY BUT soft. A Mahjarrat’s body is naturally really warm and his hands are no different (they’re nice to hold tbh. huge and warm). The ridges on his knuckles are hard but not sharp so don’t worry about getting stabbed by them, the edges are rounded. On the palms of his hands and fingertips, he has bright red fleshy pads that resemble the paw beans of a cat or dog. They are squishy but not as smooth as they appear; rough and designed to grip surfaces when pressure is put on them. The only thing cold on his body is his claws; smooth like glass and razor-sharp. He has to trim them almost every day as they grow at a remarkable speed and WILL pierce his gloves if he’s not careful. 
3.     WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY?
          HE LACKS a stomach, so any physical substance that goes in his has to come out fairly quickly or he feels ill. He usually doesn’t partake, but when he does, he’s quite fond of spicy foods and the combined texture of peaches. He will eat the pit too. 
     LIQUID wise, mostly strong alcohols. 
4.     DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE?
          NOT GREAT, but it’s definitely not awful. He has a tenor voice, and sings equally high; his accent is really pronounced. He would sing hymns at church during his time in the Empire and it didn’t really stand out from the crowd. I feel like if he had vocal training he would be pretty good, but the echo sort of gets in the way. 
5.     DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS?
          HE SHARES some tics with his younger brother. Like Sliske, he fumbles with his hands a lot when under a lot of stress, rubbing them, tugging at his clothes or just general restlessness. He also smokes like a chimney and drinks like a fish, though it’s hard to tell if it’s actually an addiction or not as he generally doesn’t have withdrawal symptoms. He paces a lot, rubs his open palms across the length of his ridges and the spines on his back have a tendency to flap when annoyed. 
6.     WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE, WEAR?
          ON FRENESKAE he wore grey robes. The robe skirt was frayed at the bottom, knee-length and tied like a sarong at the front. The top was one-shouldered with no sleeves and incredibly baggy, and his scarf also doubled as a hood or face mask. No shoes or gloves were present.
     NOWADAYS he wears a heavy patterned green and brown robe set with stiff shoulder pads, heavy leather boots and gloves, and a really pretty but hella old blue scarf.  As Ali, you’re likely to see him in either a green t-shirt or long sweater, brown pants, boots and his trademark scarf. He’s more willing to explore different clothing options when glamoured, as human clothes generally fit. Though, he has to shop at big and tall stores because even as a human he’s a pretty beefy guy. 
7.     IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE? HOW MUCH? HOW SO?
          MAHJARRAT ARE not affectionate creatures. He’s picked up some gestures from being around humans, but for the most part, any sort of affection is weird. 
     HE’LL seek you out if you’re interesting to him, and if you’re lucky he’ll willingly reveal his true body to you. He’ll do small gestures like physically touching the person, whether it's just a hand on the shoulder or a pat on the back. Physical contact is a huge sign of trust. 
     IF you’re SUPER lucky and he starts having conflicting ‘is this love or am i sick?’ feelings, he might embrace you, spawl out across your lap or even touch your forehead with his. That is a very intimate gesture and it’s probably the closest thing to him dropping the l-word to someone. 
8.     WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN?
          HE SLEEPS on his stomach, either sprawled out and holding onto the pillow with one arm or loafed like a giant cat. Usually, it’s to prevent his claws from shredding the sheets, and the ‘cat-loaf’ position was generally used on Freneskae where they had to keep alert at all times. 
9.     COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM?
          DESPITE HOW massive he is, he’s surprisingly light on his feet. Unless the floor squeaks, you probably won’t hear him. He has speed that you wouldn’t assume someone of his size would have, he’s actually really agile. If he doesn’t want you to hear him coming, you won’t hear him coming. It’s as simple as that. 
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yelenaa-romanova · 6 years ago
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The 1OO Ask Game
I was tagged by @pendragaryen!
1. What station on the Ark would you be from?
I never really thought about that, but maybe Farm or Hydro Station
2. What would you get arrested for on the Ark?
My friends would do something forbidden and I’d be with them, trying to stop them, and get caught in the process.
3. Would you take off your wristband when you landed on the ground?
No
4. What would the necklace Finn would make for you look like? (Clarke: deer/Raven: a raven duh..)
If we ever got close enough for that, it would have a little horse on it :)
5. If you could resurrect any MINOR character who would it be?
Sinclair
6. Create a squad of 5 characters to go on missions with. Who are they?
Bellamy, Clarke, Raven, Octavia (before she went psycho), Monty
7. What Grounder Clan would you belong to you?
Trikru
8. What would your name be in Trigedasleng? (example: Octavia=Okteivia…just make it up!)
I’m not posting my name online, but it would be practically the same in Trig...
9. Thoughts on Finn? Some people hate him, and others love him, so I’m curious
I don’t have that strong feelings as love or hate towards him. I always acceoted and liked him in season 1, but then he went so out of character in season 2 and I’m sorry, I just can’t forgive him.
10. Be honest. How willing would you have been to take the chip without knowing all the horrible things it does?
Not very willing. I would take it in the end to avoid torture, but before, I would refuse. I’m not one to go along with something just because other people do it.
11. What character do you relate to most?
Monty :’) I’m a very peaceful person.
12. What character do you like the least?
In the first season that was Murphy, but he certainly grew on me. Now...probably Echo or Abby. I just can’t forgive them certain things.
13. Describe your delinquent outfit. (Would you wear something like Murphy’s jacket with the spikey red shoulder patch or have a trademark like Jasper’s goggles? Be creative, yet practical)
Black jeans, simple bordeaux red shirt, a worn leather jacket and a signature necklace. Nothing fancy though, just a simple chain with some little pendant.
14. Favorite type of mutant animal?
Of those I can think of right now, one’s equally disturbing as the other...
15. What would your job be on the Ark?
I’d work in the nursery/pre school since this is what I’ve learned in real life :)
16. Would you have willingly pumped Ontari’s heart if Abby asked?
No. I would have probably puked as soon as she cut open her chest.
17. If Lexa wasn’t Heda, but she was still alive then who would have made the best commander?
Except Lexa? Anya
18. How would you act if you ate the hallucinogenic nuts like Jasper and Monty?
I’d be talking A LOT, giggling, and find everything funny.
19. How would you have dealt with Charlotte’s crime? A more John Murphy approach or Bellamy Blake approach?
Bellamy. I’d never punish a child.
20. Who should have been the Chancellor, if anyone?
I liked Abby as the Chancellor (back when I still liked her character). If not her, then Kane (ground Kane, not Ark Kane^^)
21. Would you have been on Pike’s side like Bellamy or on Kane’s side? Or Clarke in Polis?
Maybe I would’ve been in Polis, idk. If not, definitely Kane’s side.
22. Mount Weather had a lot of modern commodities. (example: Maya’s Ipod) What is the one thing you would snatch while there?
uhm...can I go with the food? Would make for a nice little change XD
23. What would your Grounder tattoos look like? Hairstyle? War paint?
My hair would be open with lots and lots of tiny little braids with feathers, pearls, horse hair and stuff like that braided into them. I’d have tattoos on one arm, running from the shoulder to the wrist in ornate patterns, and if I was a warrior, I would wear black war paint around the eyes, but not as much as Lexa or Octavia, more like a simple design.
24. Favorite quote?
You can’t seriously expect me to chose! Here are my top 3: “Maybe life should be about more than just surviving. Don’t we deserve better than that?” - Clarke “You don’t ease pain. You overcome it.” - Clarke “If a war is the only way to have the last survivable land on earth, then maybe we don’t deserve it.” - Monty
25. If all of the characters were in the Hunger Games, who would have the best shot at winning?
Lexa, Luna or Roan
26. Least favorite ship? Favorite canon ship? Favorite non canon ship? NOT INCLUDING CL OR BC OR BE
Since I’m not allowed to name either my fav or my least fav ship (whyyyy) I’m gonna say favorite: Linctavia; least favorite: Kane x Diyoza; fav non canon: Roan x Raven
27. A song that should be included in the next season? If there had to be another guest star like Shawn Mendes on the show, who would you want to make a cameo?
Any song by Ruelle, preferably Genesis or Zayde Wolf ft. Ruelle - Walk Through the Fire. And I don’t care about guest stars.
28. What would you do if you were stuck in the bunker with Murphy for all that time?
Try to get along with him somehow... read all the books that are there (I really hope there are books?!), sing karaoke, dance and try not to go insane
29. You’re an extra that gets killed off. How do you die?
A war casualty, or maybe die as a hostage of one of the rivaling clans.
30. A character you’d like to learn more about and get flashbacks of?
Diyoza would be interesting!
31. A character you’d bang?
Bellamy Blake, for sure. Who wouldn’t?
32. Would you stay in the Bunker? Go up to Space? Or live on your own in Eden?
Probably in the Bunker, cause it seemed like the safest place before all that crazy shit happened. I think I just would’ve been in there already when they closed the doors.
33. In the Bunker, would you follow Octavia? What would you do to pass the time underground?
I would, if only because I would be too scared to defy her rule. I would read, and if there are no (more) books, I’d write my own stories.
34. What crime would you commit in the Bunker that lands you in the fighting pits?
I don’t think I would commit any crime, until it comes to not becoming a cannibal. And even then, she’d probably shoot me on the spot instead of throwing me in the pits.
35. Up in Space, who would you bond with first? Who would be the most difficult for you to get along with?
Monty and Harper. Murphy would be the most difficult, and I’d try to stay away from Echo.
36. How long do you think you would last on Earth by yourself?
Ugh, not long at all. Depends on where I am and what resources I have, but I don’t think I’d last longer than a few months.
37. When the Eligius ship lands what do you do?
Hide and observe from afar
38. Favorite Eligius character? Least favorite?
I didn’t particularly like any of them in season 5, but by now, Diyoza. She’s badass. Least favorite McCreary, although it pains me a bit to say so because the actor is so nice :’)
39. Would you Spacewalk?
Yes...after I’d conquered my fear haha
40. Would you prefer to eat Windshield Bugs, Space Algae, or Bunker Meat?
I’m a vegetarian, so Algae it is
41. Would you start a war for the last spot of green on earth? What would your solution be to avoid it?
No, never. I’m on Monty’s side here (see the favorite quote thing above). I would try to negotiate with Eligius and work out a plan to share the valley.
42. Would you rather dig out flesh-eating worms or stick thumb drives into bullet holes?
Errr...neither?!
43. Are you willing to poison your sister for the Traitor Who You Love? What would you do to stop Octavia?
I don’t have a sister, but if I had, I think I’d only do it as a very last resort. For the person I love... well I think I’d love my sister too, so that would be an extremely difficult situation. But putting myself in Bellamy’s place here, I think I would do it, and then I’d have to try and live with it. I don’t think anyone could have stopped Octavia at that point tbh.
44. Would you go to sleep in cryo or stay awake like Marper?
Stay awake. Cryo creeps the hell out of me.
45. Who are you waking up first to explore the new planet?
Clarke, Bellamy, Raven and Jackson.
I don’t know a lot of people on here who watch The 100, so I’m not gonna tag any specific people. But if YOU want to do this tag, go for it and consider yourself tagged by me!
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whatsthatrp · 8 years ago
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Flirting 101: Make sure they get the message
In response to:  Send “<3?” for my Muse to attempt to flirt with yours!. @kittykcosplay requested Dante and Oliver. Sorry it took so long... 
A Saturday job was not necessary for the youngest of the Beckett twins. His father always sent his little “allowance” each month. More money than other college kids could only dream of. If there was one quality that Dante shared with his father, it was pride. Dante wanted the real college experience, he wanted to struggle but manage to make ends meet. He transferred the money into a savings account – hoping one day he would be able to buy a house and forgo any mention of rent or a mortgage. Though it was hard not to dip into it and go away to Florida to visit Harry Potter world. Anyway, Dante tried to work as many hours as he could without eating away at his study time – and that was why he was behind the counter at a Starbucks instead of on the other side collecting it.
Some days, Dante dreaded going in. He hated some of the customers that seemed to dig into him for being a part of a corporation – whilst being frequent customers. Thankfully, no one seemed to recognise him- though maybe it was the cap over his signature gelled down hair and shading his caramel eyes. Saturdays were the best shifts though, and Dante always tried to make sure he was at his till for 10 am every Saturday morning because that was when Oliver came in.
A tall, slim, pale boy that had to be the same age as him. From the brief small talk Dante had managed to have with the boy, they attended the same school but they were in completely different buildings. Dante didn’t know that much more, he struggled to get too much out of him before people acted impatient. Dante wasn’t normally a compulsive person, he had romantic ideals but was far too logical to risk embarrassment by admitting his feelings, particularly when he barely knew anything about the person, or even if they were the right sexuality for him.
As it got busier and busier, words exchanged between the pair were getting fewer and Dante couldn’t tell if Oliver was really interested. He remembered having a moment of venting to his twin who instantly came up with a flirting plan that even Dante could do – writing on the cup. Today was going to be that day and he was eagerly glancing at the clock as Oliver’s time was approaching. He made an effort today and wore some nice, tight and bright jeans and black shirt with one of his trademark bow ties- this one had a pattern of small books. It was how they had started talking, after all, and he liked having a different one each day to spark that conversation. The tight clothes were Josh’s idea – and Dante was trying hard not to look uncomfortable.
Every time the bell above the door rung out, Dante’s eyes turned to see if he had arrived – hoping he would be able to serve Oliver. The last thing he needed was to be busy when Oliver reached the counter. Finally, he arrived. He looked as amazing as ever – dark skinny jeans which hugged his legs closely as though he was born into them; a short shirt that hugged the boys biceps and a subtle design and his infamous pristine white converse which always caught Dante’s eye. Oliver lifted the raybans from his eyes as he moved towards the queue, flashing his signature smile, “Hey Dante,” he said, getting out his wallet, “Hey Oliver, same as always?” Dante asked, trying not to sound breathless as he felt his chest tighten. Ollie nodded with a smile and Dante moved to create his drink. His heart thumped in his chest as he tried to remember the line Josh had suggested. He took his time writing out Oliver’s name – both so it looked neat but also so he had time to think, then he wrote his message before he turned around and called out his name. Oliver smiled and moved forward, “Why do you insist on writing my name when you already know it’s mine?” he asked, curiously – almost playfully. Dante shrugged, “Habit… I guess…” he blushed, “Have a good day…” Ollie nodded, raising his cup, “Thanks, you too….”
He didn’t even look at the cup. Dante sighed, returning to continue with his shift.
Oliver didn’t understand why he could never make it any clearer to Dante that he was into him. He always timed his approach carefully, making sure it was somewhat quiet so he could walk up to Dante’s counter. He lingered outside the shop for ten minutes before, timing it right. He always made sure he looked his best. The flirting had died down recently – though maybe Oliver had just imagined that the hot boy behind the Starbucks counter could even be gay. He sipped his coffee as he headed to work, debating what he could do next week to catch Dante’s eye and get him to understand that he was into him. Yes, of course he had considered just telling Dante that he liked him but Oliver had too much dignity for that.
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The day passed by quickly, Oliver spent so much time off his feet he didn’t get a chance to finish his coffee until it was time to go, and that was when he saw the message. He had picked it up and his name caught his eye and he smiled. There was something between them, right? Dante always wrote Oliver’s name even if he didn’t pass the cup along… that had to mean something? His eyes traced over the curves of the ink, wondering why the boy didn’t take up something to do with calligraphy because his handwriting was gorgeous – and then he saw the bit of pen underneath. Under Oliver’s name was a small message “You look cute today x”. Oliver’s stomach flipped and he couldn’t help but smile – Dante thought he looked cute! Wait, today? Did he not always look cute? Or… Oliver frowned as the thought came into his head.
Was this not the first message?
What if Dante had been writing on his coffee for weeks and Oliver had never noticed?
Without much thought, he told his boss he was off. He needed to get to Dante, he needed to talk to him. Hopefully, he hadn’t missed the end of Dante’s shift… or maybe he could catch Dante on his break and they could talk properly or maybe kiss… His cheeks would have flushed red even if he hadn’t been running, hoping to get to the Starbucks in time.
He pushed open the door, panting for breath as his eyes scanned the counter and his heart stopped as he realised Dante wasn’t there. He couldn’t move for a moment, contemplating what he could do. Could he wait all week? What if Dante wasn’t called in next Saturday? Should he ask someone if he’s in the back somewhere? It had been a long shot, after all. He sighed, turning around to head back out when he heard a voice,
“Oliver?” He perked up, turning to the source of the sound, “Twice in one day, huh?” He was faced with Dante, out of his apron and cap, smiling at him. “You called me cute.” Oliver said, without much thought, not sure what else he could really say. Dante blushed, “Well…. You are….” He said, “I like your shoes.” Oliver looked at him and he couldn’t help but laugh. After all that worry, it wasn’t that Dante was straight or not interested – it was because the boy had no idea how to flirt! He smiled warmly at an embarrassed Dante, “Oh honey… “ he said, fondly, “Do you want to get a bite to eat?” he asked, hooking his arm with Dante’s. Dante smiled, shyly, “I’d love to.”
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rdmfavcpls · 8 years ago
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Dragon of Japan Chapter 1
Prologue - http://rdmfavcpls.tumblr.com/post/159914962777/dragon-of-japan-prologue
Title: Dragon of Japan
 Pairing: Sebastian/Ciel Mai/Lin cheating Madoka/Naru previous Mai/Claude
 Category: Crossover Black Butler/Ghost Hunt but I am trying to keep it mostly Ghost Hunt. Rating T-M will slowly progress.
 Summary: Mai is a demon and she’s within the top 3 powerful demons, but she still holds human emotions within her demon life. She got over Naru’s rejection quickly but now she’s dying and her brother steps in to help her. What adventures will await the new and improved SPR? Warning: There is some Naru bashing and Naru is not a main character in the story. Lin is a lot more talkative in this which I will explain within the story.
 Author’s Note: So I too have fallen victim into the Ghost Hunt Black Butler crossover universe. However, I looked through the crossover section and I am surprised that there is not a crossover with Ghost Hunt and Crimson Empire! So that’s possibly going to be my next project as well. Expect for the first case where the characters are introduced, the cases are influenced by nursey rhymes. Disclaimer: I do not owe any rights to Ghost Hunt or the Black Butler franchise. Please enjoy the story and constructive feedback is always welcomed. ~~Story Begins~~ Chapter 1 - A Haunted Manor
“Uhh...Uhh...Uhh,” Hosho Takigawa gaped as he stood outside of large metal gates that blocked public access to the large yard with well taken care of hedges and trees, a smooth driveway separated the yard as black streetlight lanterns rocked on their posts, riding the gentle breezes of the wind. Further away from the gate that they were waiting to be opened was a large two story mansion painted white, but the many balconies had furniture outside with fresh flowers enjoying the sun.
Takigawa - a part time monk that earned him the nickname of ‘Bou-san’ or Monk-san’. However, no one has been able to call him ‘Bou-san’ since the somewhat mysterious disappearance of the heart and soul of SPR. His light brown hair was still tied into a pony, the bangs framing his face, his light brown eyes didn’t hold as much life in them but awed at this haunted manor and the fact that his mouth was hanging open. He was wearing all black and vowed to wear all black until they find and see his precious Jou-chan in person. Preferably alive and not in a morgue.
“Takigawa,” another voice spoke. “I didn’t ask for all of you to join me if you are just going to gawk at it.” The voice belonged to the face of SPR and the leader, Shibuya Kazuya or also known as “Naru”. His black hair was still cut around his face, the end just brushing against his neck brought out his blue eyes, plus the fact that was the only color on him. He still wore all black clothing which was his trademark look.
“Sorry, mate,” an Australian accent spoke, “We have not been investigating a house quite like this as a team in a while.” Father John Brown was wearing a buttoned up sky blue shirt with regular blue jeans, a cross necklace was resting against his chest, his blue eyes were almost as perfect as puppy eyes and his blonde hair was cut short so his curls wouldn’t be noticeable.
Then a loud thwack was heard then silence as Ayako Matsuzaki hit her on-and-off again boyfriend, her long red hair was pulled and twisted into a bun, her brown eyes glared angrily at him. She was wearing a blue sleeveless turtleneck shirt with a white sweater and a black skirt. “You don’t have to make yourself a bigger fool than what you already are!”
“Naru,” a voice that sounded small and cute and fit perfectly with the doll-like appearance of Masako Hara. Her black hair was cut shorter in the back but was longer in the front, a perfect frame to bring out the lavender eyes that looked worried and scared, a pink sleeve with green floral pattern of her kimono hid her frown. “There are so many spirits here, they cry out in pain and confusion. There is also a bad vibe coming from the house, I’m scared.” The tall stoic man mentally rolled his eyes as the famous medium clung onto his charge’s arm. Everyone loved Kazuya Shibuya but he no longer really cared. His charge had been sleeping with his girlfriend who he was going to propose too (even though his heart started to have feelings for another) when his girlfriend sent him the wrong email. Needless to say, the chinese onmyouji broke it face-to-face with her but his charge still liked to fool around and apparently so didn’t his ex-girlfriend. The black hair was cut short for easy care but was still able to cover his blue eye leaving his grey eye able to see what was happening. He still wore long sleeved white business shirt with a black tie and black dress pants.
Koujo Lin desperately wanted to get away from his charge (he was counting down the days until his charge turned eighteen) but welcomed the antics and distractions SPR brought. They made him feel at home somehow, which was important for the backbone of the organization.
“Let’s get going,” the final member spoke with a smile as the gates slowly creaked open. “The Phantomhive is a big sponsor of BSPR and we shouldn’t keep them waiting.” That was Osamu Yasuhara who had his black hair tied in a simple pony, letting it grow out now for some weird reason, his round glasses were needed to let the bark brown eyes to see clearly instead of blurred shapes and colors. He was wearing a red shirt with blue jeans.
“I really don’t want too,” Masako responded. “That vibe from the house.” “I agree with Masako,” Ayako spoke looking at the mansion. “It doesn’t seem like it but I’m getting an ominous feeling from there as well.”
Lin looked at the house, the two females were hesitant about the house but he was drawn to the house. He felt like that by coming here, his whole world will change, there was something powerful within that house that was begging, pleading, and longing for him to show up, to bind themselves to him or to make a contract with. He knew he was being lured into a death trap but he couldn’t resist the pull.
“It’s only going to be for a couple of days,” Naru responded not even shaking Masako from his arm, a sign that he was thinking about making her his next plaything for the week or two. Lin knew karma was going to come back and bite his young boss but for now, he just bears with it since he had bigger things to worry about, like how to warn Ms. Hara about her crush’s heartbreaking ways.
As they walked through the gate, their equipment being delivered to the mansion the day before and the owner specifically asking for their vans to be left at the gate. They were busy talking amongst themselves that they didn’t notice one of the drawn curtains in the upper floor move as a man around the age of twenty-three watch them as they got closer to the mansion. The man’s long black hair reached his shoulders in a neat fashion, his red eyes danced with pride as they got closer, the light from the sun revealed an professional butler outfit that was traditional with the times.
“Soon, you’ll be fed,” he spoke the figure lying on the bed in the darkness. The only response this man got was heavy breathing that sounded like it hurt and occasionally turned into painful gasps of air. “Soon, you’ll be well again.” The man let the curtain closed as he proceeded to leave the room.
He had guests to take care and what type of butler would he be to the Phantomhive’s if he wasn’t there to greet their upcoming guests. None of our questions were answered in this episode? What type of show is this? It only led to more questions like who was the mysterious butler talking too? What is this case about? Where is Mai? I’m sure she wouldn’t be happy about Masako clinging all over Naru.. Stay tuned for A Haunted Manor part 2. Our questions had better be answered. Oh shoot, I just broke my nail.
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thereisnoneedtocallmesir · 6 years ago
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The 100 ask game
I saw this on @osleyakomwonkru​ her blog and she ended it with “if you want to do this, go for it”, and I’m a massive nerd that likes the ask game so I’m going for it
1. What Station on the Ark would you be from?
Arrow station, it is the furthest away from the other stations and because I hope that there would be a lack of machines like the kind on factory station, mecha station, hydra, station and farm station, seeing as those are NOT usually quet machines
2. What would you get arrested for on the Ark?
Either stealing something or because of something that happens if I become overstimulated. I have autism and a spacestation would never stop producing sound so things like going to the wrong place, not following certain orders that I might not even have processed, or if someone tries to stop me from leaving a place with too many stimuli MAKING them let me go
3. Would you take off your wristband when you landed on the ground?
Nah
4. What would the necklace Finn would make for you look like? (Clarke: deer/Raven: a raven duh..)
Assuming I’d know about their (former) existance, a penguin
5. If you could resurrect any MINOR character who would it be?
Probably Sinclair
6. Create a squad of 5 characters to go on missions with. Who are they?
Uuuhm lets see, assuming we are still on the original earth but with the peeps from season5, I’d say Raven(tech), Niylah(she can get and process food and make clothes, and in general seems like a usefull person), Octavia(fighting and strategy), Jackson(healing) and Maddie(she knows the land and can also gather food)
7. What Grounder Clan would you belong to you?
I think either Trikru or Trishanakru
8. What would your name be in Trigedasleng? (example: Octavia=Okteivia…just make it up!)
I think it would be jessika, though for this I am using the The 100 wiki so idk how good of a job I am doing interpreting that
9. Thoughts on Finn? Some people hate him, and others love him, so I’m curious
At first I liked him but season 2 Finn can just go die in a fire, ooh wait he got stabbed by Clarke before the fire came...
10. Be honest. How willing would you have been to take the chip without knowing all the horrible things it does?
Not. I’d like the thought of not suffering but I would not trust some sorta chip
11. What character do you relate to most?
I think Charlotte, she was dropped in a shit situation and had no idea how to deal with the situation(though her situation is on a whole other level)
12. What character do you like the least?
From the ones currently alive, Kane. He went from dick to pretty decent BUT NOW HE’S BACK TO AN ASSHOLE LIKE C’MON MAN
13. Describe your delinquent outfit. (Would you wear something like Murphy’s jacket with the spikey red shoulder patch or have a trademark like Jasper’s goggles? Be creative, yet practical)
If I’d be able to get my hands on it, cargo pants(I like ma pockets), some kinda shirt with half long sleeves(I can’t really handle ones with really short sleeves and long sleeves aren’t very useful if it becomes hot) and some kinda jacket, depends on what kinda jackets I would be able to get my hands on
14. Favorite type of mutant animal?
The butterflies
(also WHERE DID THE MUTANT ANIMALS GO LIKE THEY WERE THERE AND THEN THEY JUST FORGOT ABOUT THEM FOR A WHILE OR SOMETHING?)
15. What would your job be on the Ark?
Sorting things like scrap metal. It doesn’t require a lot of social interactions and I LOVE sorting things. So I’d probably enjoy doing it a lot, work hard and probably become faster as I do it more
16. Would you have willingly pumped Ontari’s heart if Abby asked?
Yeah
17. If Lexa wasn’t Heda, but she was still alive then who would have made the best commander?
Uuuuhm probably Roan yeah
18. How would you act if you ate the hallucinogenic nuts like Jasper and Monty?
Judging from how I act when sleep deprived, like an idiot(like getting jumpscared by my own hair, multiple times) that is also smort, like I’d probably find a way to make a shitton of bombs, and I would find useful stuff and forget where I got it from
19. How would you have dealt with Charlotte’s crime? A more John Murphy approach or Bellamy Blake approach?
Not really an option but more like Clarke. There should be some kind of system that is democratically voted on that applies on ALL crimes of the same sorts. Spur of the moment emotions are NOT a good way to judge anyone
20. Who should have been the Chancellor, if anyone?
I am not sure to be honest
21. Would you have been on Pike’s side like Bellamy or on Kane’s side? Or Clarke in Polis?
Either by Kane’s side or in Polis
22. Mount Weather had a lot of modern commodities. (example: Maya’s Ipod) What is the one thing you would snatch while there?
I would look around and hope for dear life that they have noice cancelling headphones(for autism reasons), and maybe even some sort of small solar panel and generator to charge it
23. What would your Grounder tattoos look like? Hairstyle? War paint?
I would probably have some tattoos on my arms, my hair would be in a ponytail with some small braids in there and I’d probably wear war paint around my eyes
24. Favorite quote?
“Ge smak daun, gyon op nodotaim.” (Get knocked down, get back up), like it’s part of my phone background
25. If all of the characters were in the Hunger Games, who would have the best shot at winning?  
I agree with @osleyakomwonkru​  “Luna, because I think she could outlive everyone either by fighting until the death OR by stomping off by herself and outlasting everyone out of sheer willpower (keeping @easilydistractedbyfanfic‘s answer again)” 
26. Least favorite ship? Favorite canon ship? Favorite non canon ship? NOT INCLUDING CL OR BC OR BE
Least favorite: I think Kane and Abby
Favorite canon ship: Lincoln and Octavia or Lexa and Clarke
Favorite noncanon ship: probably Niylah and Octavia
27. A song that should be included in the next season? If there had to be another guest star like Shawn Mendes on the show, who would you want to make a cameo?
I don’t know to be honest. Though if I had to choose a guest star it’d be Hayley Kiyoko, just because I think that she is awesome
28. What would you do if you were stuck in the bunker with Murphy for all that time?
Be bored as fuck, and if they had the tools I’d try to figure out how to take random objects apart and put them back together(hopefully I’d succeed, though I would steal the camera from Murphy to record what I do so that I can check what came from where)
29. You’re an extra that gets killed off. How do you die?
I’d probably go exploring somewhere and get lost
30. A character you’d like to learn more about and get flashbacks of?
I think Shaw, because he was talking about some war where Diyoza fought in and I am interested in what happend before the firs time the world ended
31. A character you’d bang?
LEXA AND OCTAVIA
I REPEAT, LEXA AND OCTAVIA(I am very gay okay)
and also Raven
32. Would you stay in the Bunker? Go up to Space? Or live on your own in Eden?
If they would let me I would stay in the Bunker. The Space thing wasn’t as planned, and I wouldn’t survive on my own in Eden
33. In the Bunker, would you follow Octavia? What would you do to pass the time underground?
Yes. And I would probably try to learn how to fight and how to speak trig(I really like the language okay), and then the basics of skills like healing, sewing, which foods are edible and which aren’t etc
34. What crime would you commit in the Bunker that lands you in the fighting pits?
It would probably also be that I try to get away from a place with too many stimuli and then if someone tries to stop me I’d make them let me go. Especially if looking at the fights in the pits was an obligation (though I somehow feel like I would be more likely to get to talk to Octavia, well Blodreina, and explain it and maybe be allowed to stay away from all the noise, and if needed clean up the bodies and process the meat as reminder of why you shouldn’t break the law or something. At least more likely than that I’d be able to organize anything like that on the Ark, but  don’t know why I think that)
35. Up in Space, who would you bond with first? Who would be the most difficult for you to get along with?
I think I would bond with Raven first, because she would be able to explain to me how a lot of stuff works so if I see an opportunity I would ask her a lot of questions and only continue asking about things she seems to get exited about. It would probably be more difficult to get along with Bellamy because I just don’t like what seem to be his thinking patterns and his morrals
36. How long do you think you would last on Earth by yourself?
Not at all
37. When the Eligius ship lands what do you do?
Watch, observe and learn. Learn who they are, what they do, when they do it, how they respond to different situations, who holds what kind of position in their group and what their intentions might be or how I could learn those
38. Favorite Eligius character? Least favorite?
Favorite is Shaw, least favorite is McReary
39. Would you Spacewalk?
Legally yeah, not worth the risk of getting caught though
40. Would you prefer to eat Windshield Bugs, Space Algae, or Bunker Meat?
Space Algae, seems to be the easiest to throw down and not have to chew
41. Would you start a war for the last spot of green on earth? What would your solution be to avoid it?
I wouldn’t start a war, but if a war has already been started(officially or unofficially) and attempts to end it peacefully fail I will try my best to finish the damn war
42. Would you rather dig out flesh-eating worms or stick thumb drives into bullet holes?
I’m fine with both
43. Are you willing to poison your sister for the Traitor Who You Love? What would you do to stop Octavia?
Depends on what my sister does and what the traitor did but probably yeah
Generally speaking I wouldn’t stop Octavia. I would only talk to her to try to stop her from burning down the farm, so that I can gather a bunch of different kinds of seeds and everything that might be ready(the medicinal plants probably don’t all grow in the one green spot left) and THEN I would let her do her thing
44. Would you go to sleep in cryo or stay awake like Marper?
I would probably stay around for a bit, to process things and explore, and then I would go to sleep
45. Who are you waking up first to explore the new planet?
Raven, Shaw, Niylah, Octavia, Jackson and Diyoza, though they probably wouldn’t just all get along perfectly
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fabianjahnhogler · 7 years ago
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WHILST I HAVE been rather busy the past two weeks – traveling, new job and moving – I would never miss an opportunity to meet people in the industry and check for inspiration on Instagram. A friend (and possible co-writer) Hugo Broman and I visited bespoke tailor Oliver Brown down at 75 Sloane Street and had a chat with their Head of Bespoke, William Field, about their house cut. Hugo will write a summary of that experience with pictures.
We also poped by the quite new boutique Anglo-Italian on 57 Weymoth Street. It was great fun to meet Jake Grantham and Alex Pirounis and hear their story of how they started a successful Made to Measure-service. Definitely worth a visit if they are not busy! As a matter of fact, Mr. Grantham is one of this week’s inspirations.
Follow them here:
@andreasweinas
@bergandberg
@blueloafers
@engelskaherr
@jamesjonathant
@lundochlund
@nicolaradano
@theitaliancut
@thenordicfit
@roseandborn
@thousandyardstyle
(I do not own nor take any credit for the pictures shown.)
The backside of a DB overcoat from Ring Jacket, shown here by Lund och Lund. The pleated back is great for movement, and a nice detail anyway. The buttoned vent also adds to the overall appearance without being to much.
@thenordicfit in a similar outfit to that of Nicola Radano, but in a very nordic and subtle way. Dark jeans, white shirt, burgundy tie and brown tweed. The jacket has a nice hourglass shape, perfect 3-roll-2 buttoning and quite a low gorge. Neat!
@blueloafers in his new bespoke B&Tailor suit of @foxbrothers1772 flannel. It features jetted pockets and B&Tailors famous notch lapel gorge line.
Rep tie, button-down and navy jacket. The Ivy style is making a come-back (at least according to Berg and Berg)!
Jake Grantham (@cadeandco) of Anglo-Italian, captured by @thousandyardstyle. Jake is such a nice guy, and his personality is shown through his style: dressed up but always very soft and practical.
A display by @engleskaherr. I love the closeness of the shades of brown. They manage to pull it off by keeping the roll-neck light
James Turner always looks like he is taken out of an English spy movie from the 1960s. This does not look dated at all, though. English cut tweed with nipped waist and structured shoulders. And he makes his haircut part of the outfit; a trademark of his style.
If this is not a prime example of Italian flair, I don’t know what is. Nicola Radano wears oxblood tassels, washed jeans and a knitted polo with the collar “running” over the tweed jacket. The neckerchief keeps him warm and ads som pop to the ensemble. I do think that the orange check in the jacket is a bit to vivid for the darkness of the shoes, so that is what I would have changed.
Rose & Born’s combination of gun club ceck, stripes and floral prints. Though I think the tie is a but to purple, I love the idea of pattern mixing!
Andreas Weinås shows of his collaboration trousers between Ströms Man and Manolo. High rise pleated flannels with side-adjusters and turn-ups. Really what everyone
Instagram Weekly Inspiration (week 42, 2017) WHILST I HAVE been rather busy the past two weeks – traveling, new job and moving – I would never miss an opportunity to meet people in the industry and check for inspiration on Instagram.
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Don’t Stop The Music
A Look at How Two Murders Moved a Community
Antigravity Magazine
After Dinerral Shavers’ death, the old band room, number 314, at Rabouin High School served as a shrine of sorts for the students’ band leader, teacher and friend; his desk was taped off because they didn’t want any other teacher sitting there for a while, explains Rabouin’s social worker, Glenis Scott.
As we walk down hallways and up stairs, we pass poster after poster commemorating Dinerral, though many have been taken down now that a month has passed. Dinerral began his one-semester tenure at Rabouin as a substitute French teacher in late September, became a daily sub and, as a young man of twenty-five, stirred interest and enthusiasm among his students as well as his coworkers. Dinerral had been featured in the December issue of the school’s newsletter, The ‘R’ Report, with students later cutting out the article and taping it to their shirts to symbolize their support and respect for the man who, in addition to being the Hot 8 Brass Band’s snare drummer since its 1996 formation, was the man to bring music to the Rabouin campus.
“When he first started working, he said that he was a member of the Hot 8 and was I interested in starting a band,” says Kevin George, the school’s principal. “Rabouin never had a band program—we didn’t have the facilities, the instruments. He would ask two and three times a week and I would rebuff him. Eventually, he started coming to me with a plan. I told him to put it on paper and he brought me something the next day.”
Aided by instrument donations from the Tipitina’s Foundation and filmmaker Spike Lee, Dinerral assembled eighty-five students spread across four grades and had them begin practicing, sans instruments, before school, after school and during their lunch periods, with the group’s first assignment being to learn how to read music.Flags and majorettes joined the fledgling musicians and enthusiasm for the endeavor grew as the semester proceeded. The instruments were due in after the holiday break and arrived as expected, though the celebration paled in the wake of gunfire one Thursday afternoon on St. Philip Street.
"The first thing I saw when I came back to school was band uniforms and equipment," remembers George, "and it hit me that he was gone."
Just as Dinerral made music more accessible to his students, filmmaker, animator and co-founder of the New Orleans Film Collective, Helen Hill, strived to extend the art of filmmaking to the community at large by holding filmmaking bees at the Mid-City home she shared with her husband, Dr. Paul Gailiunas, who headed The Troublemakers, as well as a solo act, Ukulele and the Machine. 
"Her guests would have tea and work on each other’s – literal - film strips and talk," explains Rene Broussard, founder and curator of the Zeitgeist Theater. "It was filmmaking as a social activity." 
Broussard cites his 2004 nomination of Helen for the Rockefeller Media Fellowship, which she received for her film-in-progress, The Florestine Collection, as his proudest curatorial achievement. This unfinished work was inspired by Helen’s discovery of clothing patterns made by a blind, 90-year-old African American woman and discarded in the street after her death, with the film centering on her sense of connection to this woman via the dresses.  
Helen is perhaps best known for Mouseholes, a tribute to her "Pop," who died when she was a young girl, and for films like Scratch and Crow, The World’s Smallest Fair and Madame Winger Makes a Film: A Survival Guide for the 21st Century in which she laments that she is unable to achieve her goal of making a vegan film because all film stock utilizes animal products. 
"Her films are brilliantly simple," says Jeremy Campbell, documentary filmmaker and founder of New Orleans’ Flicker Film Festival. "They achieve what so many filmmakers are afraid to attempt: to speak to the audience, not at them." 
"She was like a pied piper in a way; she just brought with her a breath of fresh air," Broussard says. "This is an artistic community with a lot of eccentric people – yet, everyone would meet her and Paul and say, ‘Are they for real?’" 
Wendy Treat, keyboardist and backing vocalist for the Troublemakers and front woman for Treatus, the precursor to Glorybee, echoes this sentiment. 
"The first time I met Helen was at this Dafa Fungus jam comic book meeting. She and Dr. Paul were so enthusiastic, so excited and so happy about everything. I thought that they were the fakest people I had ever met," Treat remembers. "It turned out that they were actually like that. When my mom met Helen for the first time, we were at a party or an art gathering or something like that, and Helen showed her around and over to the refreshments. My mom helped herself to a big helping of tofu ice cream and it was the grossest stuff she'd ever tasted. We laugh about that still."  
On January 18, the new band room at Rabouin, number 102, is abuzz, a cacophony of horns, drums and shouts that later streamline under the watchful eye of a Nightline camera. 
"For a beginning band, we’re doing pretty good," the new band director, Darryl Person, tells me. "This is a band director’s dream; we’re playing with brand new horns and drums." 
The band’s song list is comprised of I Want to Know, Neck!, Stuntin' like my Daddy, Can You Feel It?, Stay, Morris Brown and Missing You, which is Darryl’s favorite because it is specifically dedicated to Dinerral. 
The Hot 8 have performed at Rabouin twice since December 28, first at the January 9 basketball pep rally and then for the January 12 "Day of Memories" ceremony honoring Dinerral. The Truth Brass Band also played and choir director Damon Williams sang, with students Jamika Barnes, Quincy Bridges and Thea Daniels reading original poems written for the occasion. 
"He was like a brother to me," says Harry "Swamp Thing" Jones, bass drummer for the Hot 8. "That was my right hand man on the back row, on the drums."
When asked how she would like Dinerral to be remembered, majorette choreographer Jamika Saul instinctively replies, "As a man who loved children and one who had the children’s best interests at heart." 
There is sadness, there is disbelief, too, encircling those interviewed, those called upon to highlight life over death. 
"He worked so hard for this. He had this vision and he wasn’t able to see it through," says Kevin George. 
"It’s just impossible to imagine her being the victim of violence," says Rene Broussard, who, like the Hot 8 and Rabouin, will honor his friend and colleague, specifically with a Zeitgeist tea party featuring Helen’s trademark peppermint tea and cotton candy on Sunday, February 4, at 3:30.
In "Get Up," a song Dinerral penned for the Hot 8’s latest CD, "Rock with the Hot 8," one of the victim’s lyrical laments lives in the refrain, "My people, keep the peace, keep the murder rate down." 
When I come home from a long walk one day, having left my stereo on and The Troublemakers in rotation, I enter my apartment to Dr. Paul singing, "You’ll never be alone, you’ll never be alone, you’ll never be alone" and can’t help but wonder. 
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