#still can't get over his pose..... like a fashion model...... he's so beautiful

[meownotgood]

aki aki aki aki he looks so good LOOK AT HIM

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Leona Kingscholar - Gala Couture Vignette

"Through all of this..."

[Pomefiore Dorm – Ballroom]

Leona: Hips straight, feet forward… With every step, square the knees straight…

Leona: Put one foot in front of the other, as if walking on a thin line… However, take long strides with an open chest.

Leona: …So, how's that, then?

Leona: You can't have no gripes with my runway walk now, can ya?

Vil: …It's perfect.

Vil: It's like you've become a completely different person from how you were a few days prior. When did you suddenly decide to actually take this seriously?

Leona: I couldn't be bothered to care about this lame fashion show, but…

Leona: It's even more of a pain having you dogging me day in and day out.

Leona: Just thought it'd be easier to get it all over with.

Leona: How's that, honest enough for ya?

Vil: So, you'll take things seriously just to make it easier on yourself? …I can't help being astounded at the depths of your laziness.

Leona: Anyway, I'm done with the walking. Looks like I'm done with your "lessons."

Vil: How naïve. Did you truly believe that "walking" in my world is just putting one foot ahead of the other?

Leona: Hah? There's more!?

Vil: Naturally. You're missing the most important thing needed for a show. That is…

Vil: Posing!!!

Leona: Posing…?

Vil: You walk down the runway and strike a glamourous pose, while all eyes are upon you. That is what a fashion show truly is.

Vil: I'm sure even amateurs like yourself have seen examples on television or in magazines.

Vil: For example, you can place your hands on your hips at the end of the runway before turning back around…

Vil: …

Vil: And pose like this.

Leona: That's got nothin' to do with walking.

Vil: "Posing" is just another aspect of "walking."

Vil: If you cannot nail that down, then there's no way you'll pull the gaze of the audience.

Vil: In addition, a model's pose is a reflection of their own personality. It does not mean you can make it look exactly like mine does.

Leona: Ughh, what a pain. You just figure something out for me, then.

Vil: …Ugh. I thought you would say that.

Vil: That is exactly why I have arranged for these people to come help motivate even someone as uncooperative as you.

Leona: Somehow…

Leona: I have a bad feeling about this.

Rook: Why hello, Roi des Lions! Your mane is absolutely stupendous today, très bien!

Cater: So rare to see Leona actually putting some effort in～! I should snap a pic for Magicam to keep a record forever ♪

[snaps picture]

Leona: …

Leona: Rook and Cater, huh… Two more annoying people just showed up, now…

Leona: How're these guys gonna be of any help?

Vil: Rook has a keen eye for beauty. Cater has his finger on the pulse of the current trends.

Vil: They are the most suitable to provide advice on posing.

Rook: We just need to bring forth Leona-kun's beauty, is that right? Leave it to me.

Cater: We'll show you some poses that'll make you look awesome ♪

Leona: …

Leona: …Haah. Fine, whatever. Having all three of you nagging me just wears me out.

Leona: Let's just get this over with.

[Pomefiore Dorm – Ballroom]

Vil: In order for Leona to be the most dazzling thing at the fashion show, we need to develop a pose for him…

Vil: First, let's see what Rook and Cater have as suggestions.

Cater: Hmm, well～

Leona: …

Cater: How about a mysterious, upturned gaze that'll definitely be alluring? …So, pull your chin in like THIS! ☆

Leona: Urk!!!!!

Rook: I feel he still lacks a certain evanescence. Leona-kun, would you extend a hand towards me?

Rook: Gaze fervently into nothingness… Yes… As if you were in want of a prince to come rescue you…!

Leona: Hah? Stop saying weird sh―

Rook: Non! Face forward!! Square your shoulders and keep them parallel with the ground!!!

Leona: Urgh!!!!!

Rook: Oh yes, what if you held a flower? I wonder whether yellow or pink would suit you better?

Rook: This is too difficult to decide… How about we put both types on your shoulders to see!

Cater: Ooh, then what if we completely envelop his face in flowers, to give the effect of a more diminutive face…

Leona: …THAT'S ENOUGH!!!!!!

Rook/Cater: Ouch!!

Leona: Stop touching me. It's grossing me out.

Leona: I don't need you telling me every little detail, like pulling my chin in, or sticking out my hand, or whatever.

Leona: Cut the small talk, and just let me do it myself. It'll be much faster that way.

Vil: …Oh? Sounds like you're quite confident in yourself.

Leona: You want a pose that's "mysterious" and "evanescent," right?

Leona: I can give you that. Just shut up and watch.

Leona: …There you go. That should be good enough.

Rook/Vil/Cater: …

Rook: Roi des Lions…

Rook: …That was an absolutely beautiful pose!

Cater: And it looked totally natural～! You sure you're not used to doin stuff like this, Leona-kun!?

Leona: Back home, I'd have to pose properly for a buncha portraits and other commemorative photos and the like.

Leona: This is elementary.

Cater: P-Portraits, huh… Makes sense for a royal family.

Vil: …

Vil: …True, it's not bad.

Leona: Hahah! See!?

Leona: And with that, these lessons are finally…

Vil: However.

Rook/Leona/Cater: "However"?

Vil: …It's average.

Rook/Leona/Cater: !?

Leona: You make me go… through all of this…

Leona: And you have the gall to call me average…!?

Vil: I thought it was pretty, sure. Also, "mysterious and evanescent" isn't a terrible concept at all.

Vil: …However, that isn't enough.

Vil: For the sake of "Operation Steal the Tiara and the Audience," you need to have something more that's not just average.

Vil: Your posing just lacks that something.

Rook: …I see. Now that you mention it, I would definitely like to see just how far Leona-kun is able to go.

Rook: As always, Vil, your insights on beauty is dead on!

Vil: However, I'm having trouble determining what that "something" he lacks is.

Rook: This is rather perplexing. What do you think, Leona-kun?

Vil: ? Where did Leona go?

Cater: So, Leona-kun, uh…

Cater: He said "I'm done." and went back to Savanaclaw ♪

Rook/Vil: !?

Vil: What an irresponsible man…! We're going after him!

[Savanaclaw Dorm – Leona's Room]

[knock, knock, knock]

Vil: Leona!!! Unlock the door.

Leona: It's that annoying trio again…

Leona: Yaaawn. I think I'll just take a nap…

Ruggie: …Hm? Why're all of you hangin' outside Leona-san's room?

Cater: Ah, Ruggie-kun. We're just in a bit of a pickle, see…

Leona: …

Ruggie: …Oh, okay. So Leona-san's locked himself in his room.

Leona: …

Ruggie: Well, he always leaves his bay window open.

Leona: !?

Rook: Thank you, Monsieur Dandelion!

Rook: Excuse us, Leona-kun.

Vil: Must be so soothing… To be snuggled under your blankets and taking a nap like that.

Leona: Ruggie… You little…!

Ruggie: W-What else could I do!?

Ruggie: If the show goes up in flames 'cause of you, then I can't swap the tiara.

Vil: …I absolutely abhor doing things half-heartedly. Once you've decided to do something, you carry it out perfectly.

Vil: That spirit of tenacity held by the Fairest Queen is exactly what those of us in Pomefiore take pride in!!!

[throws off covers]

Leona: Hey, don't rip off my covers!!

Leona: I've been doin' all this, helping you out, but I get in return is complaint after complaint…

Leona: I even did exactly what you asked of me. But we're gettin' nowhere.

Rook/Cater: Well, that's…

Leona: I got no interest in wastin' any more effort on you all.

Leona: I'm takin' my nap now.

[pulls covers up]

Vil: …!!

Ruggie: Oh, man. He's just completely curled up under his blankets now. Don't think we'll be getting him up for a while now.

Cater: What should we do? With Leona-kun like this, I don't think we'll be able to work on his posing…

Vil: Fufu…

Rook/Ruggie/Cater: Hm?

Vil: Fufu…Fufufu! There it is! My inspiration!

[Classroom]

Cater: It's almost time for Leona-kun's fashion show.

Cater: Leona's posing'll have to wow the Queen of Faeland.

Cater: Sounded like Vil-kun had some stroke of inspiration, but he didn't give me any hints…

Cater: Makes me worry a bit～☆

Idia: Uh…

Idia: A-A-Actually… Cater-shi… W-Well…

Idia: C-C-Can you not… uh, j-j-just look at my, uh… d-d-d-drone feed without… a-asking…?

Cater: Hm, what'd you say～? I couldn't really hear you there.

Idia: Eh, uh, oh. Um, nothing.

Idia: Uggh～ This is why I can't stand extroverts who can't be bothered to listen. Maybe their personal space function is broken?

Fairy Emcee: Please give our next group a round of applause as they take the stage!

Cater: Oh! Looks like their show is starting now.

[Botanical Garden – Runway]

Cater: Kalim-kun and Jamil-kun are dancing so cool～ Wish I coulda streamed it to Magicam directly.

Idia: Good job, Jamil-dono…!

Fairy Emcee: The fairy in the center seems to be just as majestic.

Leona: …

Cater: It's Leona-kun!

Fairy Emcee: He's got eyes as bright as the sun, and a beautiful tanned glow! And look at that pure white robe that envelops his powerful frame!

Fairy Emcee: So gorgeous! He truly embodies this year's Fairy Gala theme of "fabulous."

Fairy A: Each perfect step he takes feels so somber. I wonder what kind of fairy he is.

Fairy B: With how he exudes grace and carries that splendid attire… He must be some kind of celebrity!

Leona: They're all already in an uproar…

Leona: …They should clutch their pearls while they still can.

Fairy Emcee: They're finally at the end of the runway. What kind of poses do they have in store for us?

Leona: As much as it pains me… I'll show them that special pose that Vil lauded.

Leona: I'll be the one to bring success to "Operation Steal the Tiara and the Audience"!

Fairy Emcee: WH-WHAT'S THIS!!!???

Fairy Emcee: …...

Fairy Emcee: …How astounding.

Fairy Emcee: Up until a moment ago, this fairy was exuding a mysterious and evanescent air…

Fairy Emcee: But with a flip of that majestic cape, he's swept his legs around and made a  graceful turn!

Fairy Emcee: He still has the original ennui he started with… with a dynamic twist!!!!!!

Fairy Emcee: I've never seen a fairy demonstrate such a bold and powerful pose!!

Fairy Emcee: The entire audience has been completely captivated by what they're seeing on the runway!

Cater: Th-That movement!

Cater: That…move…

Cater: That's how he cocooned under his blanket!!

Idia: Oho! Makes sense, cocooned…

Idia: …Eh? His blanket? Huh? Why?

Vil: That's right!

Idia: Eek! More people!

Cater: Ah, Vil-kun, and Crewel-sensei.

Vil: When Leona yanked his covers over his head to sulk in bed…

Vil: This pose idea was born.

Vil: Leona may be slovenly, but he has one merit of note. …And that's his level of intensity.

Vil: What all of his previous poses lacked was his own brand of "wildness"!

Leona: …

Fairy A: Look at all his ruggedly beautiful movements… I want to be one of those stray strands of hair that frame his face.

Fairy B: He looks difficult to approach, but I could watch him forever… What an amazing aura…

Leona: Hey, you lot. Stop whispering amongst yourselves…

Leona: And heap on more praise, why don'tcha?

Fairies: Kyaaaa!!!

Fairy A: Please! Sprinkle some of your dust on me!!

Fairy B: Toss some my way!

Leona: Here ya go!

[tosses fairy dust]

Fairies: KYAAAA～～～!!!

Crewel: Good boy, Kingscholar. See how you can actually do it when you apply yourself?

Crewel: His gallant movements puts a radiant luster in his attire, as well. That assures me that it was worth my effort to make them.

Idia: Everyone's eyes are glued on Leona-shi… To the point where just thinking about it is making me sick.

Cater: He was totally against it, but he's somehow managed to captivate all the fairies in the Fairy Gala…

Cater: That's Leona-kun for you ♪

Fairy Emcee: Everyone… Please give them a rousing ovation!!!!

Jamil: Leona-senpai, that was well done.

Leona: All the cheering's gratin' on my ears… I'm gonna grab some air.

Kalim: Eh? But we have to wait for Ruggie and the others at the entrance to the greenhouse!

Leona: …I'll go after I'm done.

Leona: The show's done already. I'm gonna do what I want now.

Requested by Anonymous.

[fourseasonsfigs]

LV 1854

Following up yesterday's Shizuka is today's LV model Gong Jun!

I actually adore Louis Vuitton. Many, many, (many) years ago, when I got my first bonus check at work, I was so proud of myself that I bought myself a LV handbag. A ridiculous use of money, especially at that time, but I wanted to reward myself for working so hard with a fancy purse. I still have the handbag, and every time I look at it I remember how it felt to hold that check in my hands, and feel that sense of accomplishment and joy. I still love it as much as I did then, after all these years. So I can't tell you how delighted I was when Gong Jun became the ambassador for LV!

I'm not saying I necessarily like all their fashion looks, because I don't, but I don't think the point of high fashion is to necessarily like the looks. I think it's more about appreciating the artistry. Some outfits, I must admit, I am just too artistically impaired to appreciate. But put Junjun in LV, and suddenly my artistic appreciation goes way, way up.

The inspiration for this fig is Junjun's pics from one of his photo shoots for LV on his Weibo account on August 17 last year:

This is the exact inspiration pic for the fig! See how his leg is kicked up like that and his arm is alongside his crossbody bag?

I love those flowy white pants on him! Also a big fan of that crossbody bag, it seems a lot bigger and more functional than the one he was wearing at the concert. Which I love for obvious sentimental reasons, but it's the smallest and most impractical thing in the world. I can fit my phone and the world's tiniest wallet in it, and that's literally it. Well, and a lip balm, Junjun was right about that when he showed it off at the concert.

There is a LOT going on with this jacket. For fig comparison purposes, I tried to find this jacket on the US LV site, but was unable to. So I went to their China site, and found it! It is the Multi Patches Mixed Leather Varsity Blouson Jacket, for a cool 46,500 RMB (roughly $6,700 USD).

The patch saying LV 1854, the year the house was founded in France, is of course the name of this fig. Huh, wizards. Go figure!

And another 1854 patch on this sleeve! Two patches, I guess, if we count the #54. So much detail on this. Alright, on to the fig!

Ahhh he's so cute even all packaged up for traveling! His perfect little face, and the beauty mark on his ear right there.

Unfortunately, his cute little kicked-up foot pose means that he can't stand up at all, even for a single glamor shot. So on he went onto a standee. I don't typically like to do this, but I glued him down immediately. He's really heavy - that head of his is solid! My experience with heavy headed figs with any tilt to the side has been that the weight of the fig will topple them over. I have learned this the hard way as figs have gone careening down my display shelves! I was not going to risk his precious little self, so out came the glue, and he's not budging now.

Since this is a light colored outfit, I figured I'd put him on a non-white background for better contrast. Wow, his hair looks incredible from this angle! I love this hairstyle on him, and fig-wise it's perfect.

The detail here on his coat is fantastic. You can also see how his foot is totally lifted up there off the base - it's not resting on the fig stand at all.

Ah this is a good angle to see his foot kicked up too. He looks long and lean from this angle - definitely Junjun's proportions.

Again, really fantastic level of detail on the jacket here. It's hard to see all the patches clearly Junjun's photos, but if you scroll back and forth on the actual jacket photos you'll see this is an excellent rendering at this small of a scale.

You get a little bit of the flowy look of the pants here, while still preserving all the detail on his white and blue shoes. This fig maker does a phenomenal job!

Speaking of the shoes, this is a great angle for the detail on them.

Ahahaha, I see the wizards! And of course, instead of the name of the maison, we have Gong Jun's English name.

Here you definitely get the flowy lines of his pants, and please note the little fold line in his ear, so cute (wow, never in my life did I think I'd be commenting on a fig's ear fold, life really is stranger than fiction). His eyes are expressive and beautiful, and his hair is absolutely perfect! This is another great angle of those fancy shoes, too.

Here's a zoomed in pic of the front so you can see the really incredible level of detail.

I made sure to get a bottoms-up photo before I glued him on the standee!

The top down pic is not too exciting, I admit.

A+ box cards from this fig maker. Just like with yesterday's Shizuka card, she uses the actual background from the photo.

I can't believe I forgot to mention how much I love his rascally little quirked up smile there. My favorite! Junjun you cutie!

Thank you fig maker for literally listing out every piece of the inspiration for this fig on the box card! Even down to the time stamp. Amazing.

There wasn't any box art - these all came in plain white boxes, but no matter when the card art is this lovely.

Come back tomorrow to see the last fig in this series of releases!

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 346

Scene Count: 24

Rating: A varsity jacket has never looked so good!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

[bitternest]

Alright, because it amuses me to pour over pictures of scantily clad men in a cafe instead of the work I'm supposed to be doing, have a bunch of ratings no one asked for!

Bolivia: Damn. Strong start. No notes, on the outfit or man, the camera probably could have chosen a slightly bigger angle because its doing him and the mantle a disservice. 8/10

Brazil: Extremely chic, definitely something you could wear out and about on the daily (minus the headgear). Tasteful bared midriff that shows off the work the man put in. Gets a 7.5/10 only because the fit doesn't exactly pop which unfortunately disadvantaging in this competition.

Cambodia: Very nice, I like the layers and beading. Not much of the man on display but I feel like that's another camera choice - I suspect he's bare-legged quite high up with that loincloth piece coming down. I'd like to see the outfit move. 7/10.

Cuba: 2/10 and it only gets that high because yeah no that's Cuban. For the love of god the shirt looks like you removed it from the Amazon packaging 15m before going on stage. You could have undone a button or two, c'mon man!

Czechia: Flare, and colours, and layers, and textures oh my! The costume team killed it. Alas, for a beauty competition, not enough of the man on diplay, though the pose and 5 o'clock shadow do draw the eye. 6/10.

Dominican Republic: Oh my god. This outfit is 50% of the way to a 10/10 and it STILL scores high. Those pants were a CHOICE and it was the RIGHT ONE. The doublet ALMOST gets the same effect, but suffers because it can't really be as thin and form fitting by necessity but also it's got lovely tassels and brocade. The MOVEMENT captured in the shot is also fantastic, kudos to the camera for capturing it and the model for delivering what I have to imagine was a very sharp, very precise torso twist. Also it looks like if you took a historical portrait and slutted it up, which is incredible. 8/10

Ecuador: Bolivia is lucky Ecuador didn't precede him. Again, no notes, the camera did better and the fit just delivers more - you could criticize it as busy, if it weren't deliberately going for it. 8.5/10.

France: Okay, someone's gonna have to explain to me why Mssr. La France is Aquaman as a flying fish. Yeah yeah, le Tricolour, great bod, but I am seriously confused. 6/10 because I feel like he's appropriating something (which is on brand!) but I have no idea what.

Hong Kong: SIR. Another great every day fit along the lines of Brazil, definitely feels like it could be street fashion (minus the headband). Gets higher than Brazil because it naturally pops more with the B/W contrast and parasol. More of the man on display too, and well posed. 8/10

India: Interesting, but falls into a lot of the same traps Czechia does. Better motion that shows off the outfit very well, but even less of the man on display and also I'm 90% sure someone this light skinned was chosen to represent because of India's internalized racism issues, but that's not really his fault so not holding that against him. 6/10

Indonesia: Incredible costume, dynamic posing, and the look he's giving the camera… Mnf. I'd like to see a little more of him but MNF. Great job all around, model, costume team and camera nailed this one. 8.5/10

Japan: Okay, I love the tease going on here. I love it a lot. And the minimalism and the posing. I feel like the outfit (and model) would be better pitched with a gallery that opens with this shot, rather than a single picture though. 7/10

Loas: Goddamn. Someone knows how to emphasize assets. Another great costume that shows off the man and his work well - the colours and textures come through nicely despite the darkness and I can FEEL the weight of those necklaces(?). 8/10

Macau: I am once again confused. Is this a racing thing? What am I missing here. I do love the translucent suit with the boyshorts underneath very cute. Matches his smile, which is I think the most natural on display. 6.5/10 because I cannot countenance rating him as low as France. Okay, 7/10. It's a really nice smile.

Malaysia: Ohhh, best posing so far, really sells the outfit and also a bit of the legs. Love me an ankle shot. The fabric looks like something I'd love to get my hands on. I also think its another case like Japan where more shots are necessary to really sell it, so 7/10.

Mexico: Ayyyy holy shit of the headdresses and mantles so far this is my favorite and not just because of the bisexual flag. The whole thing needs closeups of the rhinestones and flash and I want to see that train MOVE. Señor is also WELL on display. Despite the camera letting him down, 8.5/10 - an easy 9 with better shots and motion!

Myanmar: My guy you look like this got picked up by the costume team from Walmart. The creases are worse than Cuba's but the drapery is nice, so 3/10.

Nigeria: …oh. Oh. I'm seeing a lot of similarities with my home country's Junkanoo and that makes a lot of sense. Bold, great eye contact, fantastic costume design and construction. The camera and pose hides some of model, but what's on display kind of fills in the details. Those HANDS. 8.5/10, biased.

Panama: Well. I like the beadwork and the bracelets. But the costume is really letting this man down - it doesn't highlight his best assets (thighs) and obscures and draws the eyes away from the rest of his very much on display body. And the CREASING. Sorry Panama, you deserved a better costume department. 4/10

Peru: laskjaslkdfja;sd SIR. Sir. Sir your… Hnng. HNNG. 10/10 everyone go home. Costume knew EXACTLY what they were doing and the model understood the assignment PERFECTLY. HOW DID THIS LOSE?!

Philippines: Oooooh. If Peru hadn't just blown my… mind, this man would be leading. Fantastic posing, fantastic model, gorgeous, intricate costume. 9/10

Puerto Rico: /insert gabriel eglesias rant how to tell if someone is puerto rican 4/10 man, come on

Romania: Okay, they get kudos for choosing an older representative but otherwise this is a lesser Czechia or India. Nice layers and presentation, but very plain and the points of interest draw your eyes in conflicting directions - I DO want a closeup of those boots. 5.5/10

South Africa: I was gonna lead with another "SIR" but honestly I can't stop laughing. I think they were going for a flamingo but all I can think is "pretty princess birthday dress." Nice package though, the model carries this. 7/10 and I need to be clear THE MODEL CARRIES THIS.

South Korea: /grabs everyone with creased and messy textures LOOK AT WHAT YOU COULD HAVE BEEN. Wonderful layers and textures, the reserved details and classic pose. I wish there was more of the model on display but this is a fine piece of art. 7/10

Spain: fuck off THIS WON?! I cannot find a single redeeming feature from the model to the costume to the post. No, wait. I wanna see the shoes in detail. 1/10 i hate everything

Sri Lanka: Another beatiful costume than needs more movement. Really undersold as it is - that skirt looks like there would be series flare with hip movement and the wings are begging to not be stationary. I would also like to see more of the model because he looks less like the ripped and dehydrated entries for skin-on-display types. 7.5/10 camera and posing let you down, king

Switzerland: You know, I'm not sure if I'm impressed or disappointed that Switzerland went with slutty-drunkard-in-lederhosen. A 4 that I'm bumping up to a 5 because of that grin. That's not even a smile, that's a grin of a man who's just happy to be there. Ehn 5.5/10

Thailand: Okay. Fuck. Thailand would have taken this for me without Peru blatantly stacking the deck. Almost everything is better - the posing, the costuming, the model… but Peru is just sluttier and out for my dick. 9.5/10 you were robbed, king.

United Kingdom: Like. I know the logic behind the costuming decision. But it sucks. There's a beefcake with fat tits and a belly under there. Let him out! Let's see some more tats! 4/10 deeply disappointing, model was utterly failed by costuming decision.

USA: WHAT ARE THOOOOOOSE?! AHAHAHA. Well. I'm hoping its self-aware and parody. If it is, 6/10 for being appropriately on-the-nose and showing off the model's hard work. If it isn't, 0/10 for being bad, appropriative, ugly as sin with a model who looks like he's in the NYC subway and needs to shit.

Venezuela: I feel like there's something being said here with the youthful model wrapped in the flag with cheap stars pinned to a suit that disappears into the background. It has to be deliberate, right? I was going to rate this very low, but the more I think about it, the more I respect the message I think it's trying to deliver. 4/10 on costume, 7.5/10 on messaging.

Vietnam: Love me a treasure trail. And yet, not as dynamic as Thailand and a far cry from Peru's sluttiness. But the understated movement works well, the detailing on the costume is wonderful, the model understood the assignment and between this and Spain my god, king, you were ROBBED. 9/10

brb the whole discord in an uproar at the UNCONSCIONABLE results of Mister Global 2022

[kmsarchive]

Dare to Love Me Ep 13-16 Behind

Shin Yoonbok!! Kim Hongdo!! You guys have to be happy!

[Model walking training started for Yoonbok who will be walking at the fashion show] 👤Now, 321 👩🏻Now, 321, go! [Yoonbok's, who was excited about the comic filming, back] [Yoonbok shows a sample of his walking skills] [Pitter patter] 🐱 What went wrong? [Except Yoonbok, everyone knows of the walking skills] 👩🏻 Again, again, naturally

👩🏻 You're not confident [Hongdo shows him herself] 👩🏻Look. No matter what anyone says, be confident [Step 1: Walk confidently] 👩🏻 Make it sexy. Ta-da! [Step 2: Make a sexy pose] [Step 3: Make a pose with confidence] 👩🏻And, turn. Oops! [Hongdo hurt her ankle while trying to show the image of a cool teacher] 🐱 (Wait for me, teacher) (Yoonbok is on his way) [Playful mode on]

👩🏻Let's go! [After persistent efforts] [His skills are getting better] 🐱 Tada? Tada? [Mountain after mountain: After teaching him how to walk, the top pose is the problem this time] 🐱 Tada? [Laughing without resistance to Yoonbok's cute pose] 👩🏻Sigh,,,, [We plan to continue but] 👩🏻 And for us, the time ...is still �� Cut! Just do it again [Ended up with NG] 👩🏻 This is right 🐱There's something fun in the next scene [Let's move on to the next scene to see what Yoonbok guarantees!]! [What we're going to practice this time is the top pose!]

👩🏻 Here we go! [How to strike a top pose by the best teacher Hongfo!] 👩🏻Walk confidently and then in the middl, look to the left, look to the right, and coolly show your back. [Top pose is easy, right?] 👩🏻 Can you do it? 🐱 Yes [What's Yoonbok's pose that he practiced?] 🐱I have studied poses separately. 👩🏻Really [Fashion king Yoonbok's pose] [The pose of Yoonbok, the idol of Seongsan Village] [I'm the star of this fashion show!] [Hongdo gives sincere advice to Yoonbok who can't figure it out] 👩🏻 Yoonbok-ah, you are standing on stage as the the face of Seongsan Village. So, you can just show the elegance of a scholar like you normally do [You just have to show your graceful posture like a scholar] [Walking and top pose that are so much better than before]

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05:43 [Yoonbok on a white horse who came to save Hongdo] 🐱 Teacher! [They need to escape quickly, but the rope won't give] 🐱Let's get out of here first (Struggling) [Thanks to Yoonbok, she didn't get further injured and successfully escaped!]

...

06:36 👤 This isn't coming right now 🐱😗😔 [Yoonbok chose Hongdo instead of Seongsan village] [He keeps getting emotional thinking about filming the last scene] 👤 It's not coming [The filming started with sadness] 🐱☺️ 👤To the right of Hongdo-ri! [Hongdo-ri's, try to move a little bit!] 👤Schwaak (*sound)~ [A lot of cherry blossom leaves are piled up on his gat] 🐱😗 👤When it fell quickly, it fell a little to the right and then one more fell. 🐱⬅️➡️ 👤 It's okay now 🐱͍ (How can you be so cute?) [Staff members burst into laughter at Yoonbok's cuteness] [Meanwhile, the two look like a painting] 👤Cut! 🐱😄 👤I liked the last smile! 🐱👍🏻😄 🐱Oh, but I'm getting choked up. I'm tearing up.. [Monitoring as closely as the last scene]

🐱 Is the chair visible? Is it okay? 👤Oh, you can ignore that 🐱Haha, ignore 👤 That's not important right now 🐱Okay~

[What's important to us right now] 🐱I'm not too late, am I? [Is the beautiful reunion of the two] 👩🏻 Yoonbok-ah! [Hongdo shows his best until the end] 👤Oh, it's pretty. It's done! 👥It's amzing. It's amazing 🫂👩‍❤️‍👨 👤Thank you everyone for watching. You worked hard~ [Thank you for watching Dare to Love Me] 🐱 Waaaaaj~

[Bouquet for the two who worked hard] [After the last filming, they even took a picture!]! 🐱(What he said first was inaudible) Omo 👩🏻 This gat is really 🐱 This friend (gat) is so funny [Yoonbok's god who's a troublemaker until the end]

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09:34

🐱Yes, everyone. The filming for Dare to Love Me is over. At the end of this work, I feel restless. I feel both relieved & sad about finishing this project, and I just feel warm and touching feelings. This drama has been really enjoyable & fun to film. Laughter never leaves the set & it was always fun. To be honest, creating this comfortable is thanks to the director as well, but also largely the staff. Thanks to you all, it was a very enjoyable filming. Although Dare to Love Me has ended, i think Yoonbok and Hongdo are happy here in Paris. Thank you very much for your love for Dare to Love Me.

👤123📸 👩🏻You worked hard 🐱You worked hard~

👤Dare to Love Me, hwaiting! Hwaiting!

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[callisto-rants]

Starting a new ✨series✨ that no one asked for! ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

Callisto-Rants presents...

Here's my Two Cents

Where we just throw down our two cents on how we would change a series to make it better, in our own personal opinion.

[You can Block this tag if you're not interested in this series: #Here's Our Two Cents]

Here's my Two Cents

Yarichin Bitch Club.

Ever since I had the misfortune of having that opening theme song stuck in my head because of countless memes and tiktok edits. . . I have wished for days to have the ability to create a time machine to prevent myself from saying. . .

"okay, fine I'll bite the bullet and check out the source material."

Now if you're reading this and thinking, "huh. I never heard of this series..." let me just tell you, GOD I WISH I WAS YOU RIGHT NOW.

No one was going to tell me this BL Manga about a "pHoTogRaPhY cLuB" wasn't completely INSANE? I was just supposed to find out Three Volumes Later??

Now some of y'all who have read the source material might be thinking. . .

"Okay Callisto, get over it it's obviously supposed to be a comedy it's not meant to be taken seriously 🙄"

And to that I say... I mean I guess??? But do we really need all of THAT to make it a comedy?? I feel like you could still have an entertaining comedy BL Manga without 90% of the shit that goes on in that series..... But that's just ✨my two cents✨ take it or leave it.

FIRST THINGS FIRST, here's all the stuff I'd automatically remove from this series off the bat.

💀 The Gang Bangs.

💀 Teacher x Student Relationships.

💀 In fact all instances of unconsensual acts & sexual assault committed in this manga. Throw all of that away.

💀 the fact that the term Bisexual was used as a replacement for the term switch, and had nothing to do with the sexual orientation itself whatsoever.

💀 The High School Setting.

💀 Whatever the fuck Yuri was on.

💀 90% of the hyper sexualized traits these characters had.

Now here's what I'd change to make it better... Basically here's an AU of what if it was actually a normal photography club....

Actually make it a fucking Photography Club. Not a sex club that's in a fuckin HIGH SCHOOL. Hell, you could just throw this in a college setting too, for more mature themes.

Main character, Takashi Toono a college student that's trying to get out of his comfort zone more. So he decides to join the photography club, because he thinks it's not demanding to require anything of him compared to any other club on campus. He knows completely NOTHING about photography, and doesn't have any passion for the art media. His Character growth would be learning to appreciate the art media While learning what it means to him, as well as who he wants to be as he enters the adult world as a young adult.

Yuu Kashima, can stay as Takashi's love interest. Also, I feel like all the members should have a specific style of taking photos that correlates with their personality in some way. Yuu's photography style would be something the lines of Candid photography which is a type of photography style that's main focus is to take photos in the moment or in surprise. Something he has already done when he took that photo of Takashi. I also feel like Yuu would be the one to keep pushing Takashi to love photography, and understand it's more than snapping a photo.

Kyousuke Yaguchi, can stay as the Love Rival for Yuu Kashima and overall keep his personality? It was actually pretty interesting and I liked his Character dynamics with everyone else. Kyousuke Yaguchi can also stay as the outsider that directly / indirectly influences Everyone else in the club. Causing Takashi to explore his feelings and expand his social group, and make him think about what he wants to capture in his photos. Overall the same interaction between Kyousuke & Yuu Kashima with their rivalry and brotherly relationship at it's breaking point. As well as, Kyousuke and Yui's relationship being tense with miscommunication.

Yui Tamura, I imagine Yui's photography style would be more of Adventure (capturing shots in the great outdoors, usually involving extreme sports; mountain-climbing, skiing, kayaking, sky diving, etc) & Sports Photography. Which could create interesting interactions between Kyousuke and Yui. Cue Yui trying to cover up the fact that, every time the soccer club commissions Yui to take some photos of their club activity to promote their club, all of Yui's photos are of Kyousuke playing soccer. Causing Yui to complain to Kyousuke to get out of his shots and that he's ruining them by being in all of them. So, Kyousuke just shouts back "then stop following me around with your camera, DUMBASS". Just imagine Them bickering, because Yui 100% did not delete the photo he captured of Kyousuke getting knocked out by a soccer ball to the face.

Itsuki Shikatani would definitely be in the club, but only because he prefers to have his photos be taken, more than he likes taking photos himself. He would probably be a cross dresser, who enjoys dressing up in feminine articles of clothing and posing for photos. Everyone on campus who doesn't know Itsuki personally, always asks who the beautiful woman in these photos are, the club president and vice President always just says it's one of their cousins that happen to be in town. If Itsuki had to have a style of photography, it would probably be fashion.

Toru Fujisaki. . . This one is difficult only because his Character is purely centered around Yuki's Character. . . So I'm going to take some creative liberties here. . . Probably really insecure about himself, because he feels like he's a wall flower that's really forgettable, that no one cares about. Although, it's mostly because he's shooting himself in the foot by not letting one have the opportunity to get to know him to give him a chance, in the first place. Until, he meets Yuki who makes him realize that not everyone sees him as a wall flower and someone can notice his nicer qualities about himself that he's hiding away. Toru's Character development in this AU, would be for for him to learn to love himself more and try to trust people to accept him. As well as to expand his social circle with the support of not only Yuki, but the Photography Club as well. At first I bet, he would only feel comfortable with Yuki taking his photos and modeling only for him, but over time he'd let the other club members take his photo when he gets more confident in himself. While also, developing his own style of photography, that isn't just "cute photos of Yuri", it would probably be Still Life or Portrait.

Ayato Yuri, okay first. . . I'm still not over the fact that this boy was written like a deranged feral child, that was given access to a pornhub account way too early in life. While being dropped on his head several times, before and after his first words. Anyhow. . . I feel like Yuri would fit the trope of the genius, that no one understands in any capacity. His mind is 10 steps ahead of everyone else and he forgets to slow down and explain what the fuck he's talking about, when he goes into a passionate rant about photography. With endless rambles about golden ratio, gold lighting and blue lighting, and how he needs these specific props, that don't seem to fit the theme of the photo at all to make it perfect. But despite that, his photos always come out beautifully. No one can deny that his methods might be extremely weird, but they always work out way too well to give anyone the opportunity to chastise him. Anyone trying to work with Yuri often leaves the experience with a beautiful photo in hand, but an enormous headache. Even members within the photography club can't keep up with Yuri most of the time either, he's often in his own little world that just makes sense to only him. He can be a eccentric and passionate about his hobby and goofy to not make people feel too uncomfortable with the huge distance he unintentionally places between himself and others when he doesn't bother to slow down for anyone. But, he still has a good heart to make sure everyone gets a piece of art that'll always be memorable to them. Additionally, with that being said I feel like Toru would be the few people that would consistently attempt to keep up with Yuri, when he's a light year away from everyone else in his rambles. Toru wouldn't shut down and show disinterest in what Yuri says when he can no longer keep up, he's always being supportive and encouraging Yuri to continue because he knows it makes him happy to be able to express his passion. And sometimes, Yuri will pause and explain a bit to let Toru keep up with him, because he just truly appreciates someone trying to get closer to him, without making him feel bad. I would say Yuri is a jack of all trades when it comes to Photography styles. There isn't a single style he is terrible at, but he truly excels at Abstract Photography.

Koshiro Itome I think Koshiro would fit the silent type trope, but with a lot on his mind. Always over thinking things, and although he looks calm his mind is always buzzing with 500 things at once. Because, of this the only way he can find some semblance of peace is by going out for a nature walk and letting the environment take his mind off things. He's always worries about deadlines for projects, meeting up with clients face to face for the first time, whether or not a company will like his photos he submitted, if his boyfriend Akemi is okay, what if he doesn't find anything to take a picture of or if he's missing the perfect shot right now, will the club be okay after they all graduate, what else can be learn to improve his skills etc etc. Akemi can always tell when he's actually calm and when he's just zoned out and drowning in his own worries behind his calm demeanor. Luckily for Akemi, he knows exactly what to do to make him feel better, like a life boat to his pleas for help in the vast ocean of his thoughts. Koshiro is 100% the mom friend in the club, always helping newbies out on how to properly take care of their equipment, and the general basics, stopping people from bickering and carrying around a Mary Poppins bag of useful items. "Damn I forgot to bring my infrared lens with me!" "It's okay I brought a spare, here you go." Koshiro's photography style would be Nature & Wild life, cue everyone wondering how the hell he managed to capture a photo of baby bear and it's mother so close up with such clarity with the equipment he has on him. It should be impossible there's no way he could it's just unlikely, but all Koshiro does in response is just shrugging calmly "I just slowly walked up to them, and took some photos and went my way after I was done, they weren't bothered at all." At first no one believes him, until they see the next photo of him petting the mother bear, and within the next photo of him holding the baby bears paw. I like to think Akemi is always bragging at how his boyfriend is basically a Disney Prince, with the way animals just trust him enough to let Koshiro approach to take the photos. Of course Akemi has the proof that his Boyfriend is not making any of these up. With photo evidence he had taken from a incredibly safe distance away, of Koshiro just interacting with wildlife at such a close distance. Because, Akemi was not in fact gifted the ability of a Disney prince, to be doing that shit that Koshiro pulls on a daily basis. I feel like because of this Akemi can be a bit over protective of Koshiro, always telling him to text him before he goes to work and he gets back home, so he knows a feral bear didn't devour his boyfriend in the woods. He tries his best to join Koshiro while he works so he can be at peace of mind that Koshiro is in fact safe, but they both know it's very difficult for Koshiro to focus. When his boyfriend is being incredibly cute how could he remember he's here to take photos of the wild life and not his boyfriend? That and Akemi always accidentally scares away the wildlife, when he accidentally reads the animals body language wrong as any attempt to devour his boyfriend. Akemi will lose 25 years of his life with amount of false alarms, he has encountered in those damn woods.

Keiichi Akemi, Akemi is definitely one of those smug bastards, that has an ulterative motive or an ace up his sleeve. Appearing sweet and kind until you realize it was a facade. But one way or another you find yourself wrapped up in his convoluted plans, where you're either in his photoshoot as a model or you're carrying all his equipment, while he goes from one job to the next. Akemi's photography style would be Wedding Photography & Landscape something he definitely would've picked up from the countless outings he had with Koshiro in the outdoors. Akemi's friends are almost always married or paired up together, and that's no coincidence. This man is a match-making demon, a hopeless romantic who loves to see a budding romance finally bloom. So, he can snag a fat check when they thank him for brining them together and hire him as the official wedding photographer. His intuition is never wrong about the perfect pairings and how to push the right buttons to move things along, without getting directly involved until the right time comes. Something, that will be a pain in Toono's ass down the line as he stays in the Photography Club.

Overall, I feel like this could've been a really nice BL Manga which was a love letter to the art media of Photography. As Toono figures out what Photography means to him and how he wants to use it to express his feelings. "Why do you take photos? What do you want to say in these photos and tell people without the ability of using your words?" I feel like at first Toono, would just be confused "it's just a photo what's so special about it? You take it as a cool momento for something."

But, as time goes on, and he learns why everyone in the club enjoys photography and why they're here, he learns it's more than that. Whether it be to vent something you're unable to express in words, express your love for something or someone, to tell a story, to inspire others, to feel free, to share something with someone. All these different forms of expression, will let Toono figure out what he wants from photography and how he plans on expressing it.

Also instead of the whole "have sex with someone in one month or we gang bang you against your will" dilemma. . . I feel like another suspenseful situation could have been, "Create a photo album, that will impress all of us in one month, or you have to help us all out with our next projects." Which at first doesn't sound terrible, until you remember...

Yui is a thrill seeker, and would probably push you off a cliff to snag a cool photo. Or force you to be his pack mule as you climb up serval mountains.

Itsuki would force you to cross dress and model different fashion styles to make you look like a clown for his own amusement. All the while he revels in your shame, and points out how these colors don't suit you at all, but ignores the fact he's the one who put you in that outfit in the first place.

Yuri is such a wild card that you honest to God don't know what the fuck will happen to you, it'll be like being on an acid trip the whole time. And not knowing what will happen brings you more fear than knowing what will.

Koshiro would probably bring you to a wolf den full of hungry ravenous wolves, and let you accidentally get eaten alive by a pack of wolves. While he takes pictures of puppies, without a care in the world.

Akemi... Akemi just scares Toono, he seems like the safest bet out of everyone else. But Toono knows better to trust that sweet smile. Toono would be safer walking into Satan's house than spend a day with Akemi at work. Whatever he would have planned for them if he were to lose this challenge would not be good for his sanity. He hates how he knows Akemi wants just that for Toono to know he's not going to be safe either. Akemi would probably make him cry with prying questions about his romance life. While hitting too close to home with all his assumptions about him that he can't argue back. It's losing battle from there on out.

The only problem for Toono is Everyone in this club is so different, that it's almost impossible to be able to impress them all. None of them agree, which style is better or having almost anything in common photography style wise. Toono can't just half-heartedly replicate anyone's style either, he's going to actually try and fail miserably to understand this art media better, like everyone else. I think after losing the challenge and spending time with everyone, Toono would come to really like the club and everyone else in it.

And that's my ✨two cents✨ on how this story could've been better if it didn't focus too much on the whole pwp aspect.

Take it or leave it.

[caswellprmanager]

the caswell wears prada

read it on ao3!

Summary: EJ's style is simple and functional but Ricky discovers he's capable of more than just letterman jackets and white sneakers. (Part 4 of my trans!ej and genderqueer!ricky AU.)

Author's Notes: I have this little headcanon that EJ used to model baby clothes when he was a baby. Then only went back to modelling once he transitioned to the point he was comfortable enough. Also not me giving Ashlyn's parents a purpose except for just leaving the house empty enough for Ashlyn to throw parties. Hope you guys enjoy!

Warning: Implied Sexual Content at the very end but since it's not explicit, I'll just let y'all use your imaginations.

Ricky has almost exclusively seen EJ in basic white boy clothes. It's usually just a nice fitting t-shirt, some branded jacket, jeans, and branded sneakers. It's not exactly avant-garde but Ricky can appreciate the fact that EJ has found a distinct style that's both understated yet elevates his already good looks.

But from what Ricky has learned in the few months that they've been dating EJ is that just because he dresses like that, it doesn't mean EJ does not have an eye for fashion.

Ricky learned this one day when the two of them were hanging out with Gina and Ashlyn at Ashlyn's house.

Ashlyn's mom was the Editor-In-Chief of an editorial fashion magazine that focuses on highlighting brands that promote sustainable fashion. She also runs a design company herself. Every other minute, she'd be going in and out of her design studio with a phone against her ear and a different meter of fabric in her hands. Her job is also the reason why Ashlyn's parents aren't usually home. Ashlyn's mom would be invited to different fashion events or she'd meet with a client about a new start-up. Ashlyn's dad accompanies her so that she wouldn't overwork herself.

None of that is new to Ricky. What is new, however, is EJ's involvement in her work.

"Ashlyn!" Mrs. Caswell rushes in, a hundred different scarves wrapped around her neck. Ricky wonders if she can breathe beneath all that cashmere and silk. "Darling, I need your help."

"What is it, mom?" Ashlyn asks, pausing the movie the four of them were watching.

Instead of responding, Mrs. Caswell just runs back to her home studio with a hurried click of her heels. Ashlyn looks at the rest of the group with a shrug, moving to stand up until her mom comes rushing back in – this time with a little purple hat perched on her strawberry blond locks.

"EJ, sweetheart! You come too. I need your opinion on a few things." Before any of them could say anything, she's disappeared back into her studio in a flurry of scarves and sequins.

EJ doesn't even bat an eye and moves to follow his cousin out of the living room. Ricky grabs his hand before he could leave, asking him what Ashlyn's mom wants his opinion on. EJ isn't exactly Paris Fashion Week, if Ricky was gonna be honest.

EJ just smiles, placing a chaste kiss on Ricky's lips before saying, "I'll tell you when we get back."

With that statement, Ricky and Gina are left alone, both feeling more confused than before.

"Does that happen often?" Ricky asks Gina, who is picking through the popcorn bowl.

"Ashlyn's mom being weird?" Gina tosses a popcorn kernel up into the air before catching it into her mouth flawlessly. "I've seen Ashlyn help her a few times. But I haven't seen her call EJ into that room before."

"Yeah..." Ricky picks at a loose thread on their jeans. "Didn't really peg EJ as the fashionable type."

Gina pauses in her pursuit of the perfect popcorn kernel and raises a questioning eyebrow towards Ricky. "Hold up... EJ never told you?"

"Told me... what?" Ricky started to panic a little bit. They never liked hearing ominous phrases like that from other people. It fuels their already present anxiety about dating someone who is way out of their league like EJ – someone who could leave Ricky at any time if they realize that Ricky will never be good enough for them.

Gina seems to realize this quickly enough and she tries to diffuse the situation before it gets worse. "Oh! No no no, Ricky, it isn't bad!"

"Then what is it?" Instead of answering, Gina just looks over shoulder at the direction of where the Caswell Cousins went to. After a few seconds of making sure the coast is clear, she tilts her head and motions for Ricky to follow her.

Gina leads Ricky to the spare guest room that EJ occupies sometimes when he doesn't want to sleep at home. In fact, sometimes this room is literally just called EJ's extra room because he's here so frequently. Ricky's napped here a couple of times so it isn't a new place. But he's usually too tired to explore it due to some recent emotional problem or another.

By the far wall is a dresser that Ricky hasn't ever thought to look through. Gina beckons him to come closer as she opens the bottom drawer.

"Ashlyn showed me this when I first moved in. We had to call EJ immediately after because I just had... so many questions." After a few seconds of rummaging, Gina brings out a small stack of magazines triumphantly.

Ricky recognizes the magazines immediately as the same ones Ashlyn's mom is the Editor-In-Chief for.

"Are those...?" Ricky asks and Gina nods excitedly, motioning for him to sit down next to her. The two of them peer through the old issues together, pointing at things they think would look nice on them.

Before they turn to the middle spread, Gina turns to them with a serious look in her eye. "Ricky, I need you to brace yourself."

Ricky tilts their head in confusion. "For what?"

"Just," And Gina can't even hide her giddy little smile. "Get ready."

Ricky can't even bring themself to respond before Gina is showing them the middle spread of the magazine. Their mind skids to a halt when they see a younger EJ staring back at them from the glossy pages, dressed head to toe in the finest three-piece dress suit Ricky's ever seen.

And it isn't just that, EJ's all over the spread – dressed in all kinds of outfits. From gorgeously crafted lace button downs to tastefully styled overcoats – EJ models the shit out of them. Ricky scans the pages in awe because they've never seen EJ wear stuff like this. Sure, they've seen EJ in a suit during homecoming but not one with embroidered roses across the vest or paired with diamond encrusted gold jewelry.

Gina turns the page and Ricky lets out a small gasp.

It's a two page Ashlyn and EJ spread – the cousins looking absolutely ethereal dressed in the most delicate fabric embroidered with flowers along the seams. Their skin is glowing beneath the sunset, the light catching at the highlights on their cheekbones. But what really got to Ricky is one very small but powerful detail:

The flowers along EJ's shirt and the makeup he's wearing are in the trans flag colors.

"Ricky, look." Gina points at the small interview portion at the corner of the page, smiling when Ricky reads it and realizes that it's about EJ.

E.J. Caswell – Teen Transgender Model

"I've been avoiding modeling since I started transitioning and coming back to it was really scary." Says teen model E.J. Caswell. "But when my aunt gave me the opportunity to finally speak my truth through fashion, I knew that I wouldn't regret this decision in the long run."

"There are still so many moments where I hate my body. It's gonna take a while until that goes away. And maybe it won't. Ever." E.J. tells us with a sad smile. "But this is a start – and I get to style some really cool clothes while I'm at it!"

When Ashlyn Caswell was asked about the significance of this project to her cousin and to future transgender models, she smiled softly, making it abundantly clear how much she adores her older cousin. "E.J. is one of the bravest people I know. He's always been an inspiration to me and I'm so proud of him for doing this on his own terms. Plus, I'm really happy he asked me to be a part of it with him. But don't tell him I said that! I'll never hear the end of it."

"She said that?" E.J. said with barely concealed glee. "Aww, Ashlyn!"

Ricky and Gina giggle at the mental image of EJ probably giving an exasperated Ashlyn a big bear hug after his interview. Ricky can't help but stare at the spread again, lightly trailing his finger over EJ's face with a soft smile. He really is so beautiful. Ricky sometimes can't believe that someone as gorgeous as EJ is real.

"Looks like Gina beat me to it."

The sound of EJ's voice by the doorway makes the two of them freeze and turn to see both Caswell cousins looking at them with knowing smiles. But Ashlyn and EJ weren't wearing what they were wearing before Ashlyn's mom called them for help.

Instead, Ashlyn was wearing a floor length pink chiffon dress with embroidered roses scattered along its sleeves and body. EJ was wearing a dress shirt of similar color and material, pairing it with white dress pants and a ruby encrusted rose broach.

"Well look at you two supermodels!" Gina squealed in glee, bounding over to gush over Ashlyn's outfit. Ricky stays rooted in their spot on the floor, their eyes never leaving EJ's. EJ approaches them slowly and takes a seat on the bed next to Ricky. He moves into an effortless pose, making Ricky blush more than necessary.

EJ smiles at them, eyes sparkling mischievously. "Hi."

"H-Hi." Ricky says, moving to face EJ with shaky legs. "You look nice."

"Just nice?" EJ leans down with a smirk, a lock of hair falling to his forehead like some goddamn romance movie. Ricky didn't even notice that even his hair was styled differently. Was EJ growing his hair out? Why didn't he warn me?

"I'd say something dirtier but I don't wanna traumatize the girls." EJ laughs at that and Ricky could only stare at the way EJ throws his head back with the most beautiful smile they've ever seen.

This isn't fair. EJ is sitting here looking like he was plucked straight out of a Vogue magazine while Ricky's sorry ass is on the floor in pajama pants and an old hoodie. Fuck. They should have texted Kourtney for help with their outfit today.

"You're so cute," EJ leans forward even closer, so close that EJ's able to lightly graze their noses together. "Maybe I should dress like this more often to make you blush like that."

Ricky contemplates on the statement for a bit, imagining what it would be like if EJ were to wear more designer clothes to school everyday. EJ right now certainly looks confident and cool. Plus, he gets the added bonus of Ricky looking extra flustered around him.

But at the end of the day, it's EJ's body and EJ gets to choose whatever makes him feel good.

Besides, Ricky fell for EJ without all the bells and whistles.

"You don't have to wear fancy clothes to make me think you're gorgeous." Ricky says before they can stop themself from saying it. But it's out now and there's no turning back. EJ's eyes widen but they eventually soften after processing what Ricky said.

"It doesn't matter what I think, though." Ricky says, reaching for EJ's hand. "What matters is that you're happy. Whether you're wearing a potato sack or Versace. As long as you feel comfortable and you're seeing your favorite self in the mirror, I'll tell you that you're the most handsome boy in the world."

Ricky scoots closer to place a soft kiss on EJ's nose before pressing their foreheads together. Ricky can't really tell who's smiling wider from this angle but they didn't care.

"My handsome boy." Ricky whispers, lightly tracing EJ's bottom lip with their thumb. EJ smiles even wider at the sound of that and it never fails to make Ricky happy seeing EJ so happy.

They're about to move in for another kiss when they hear Ashlyn cough from the doorway.

The two of them separate abruptly, both blushing profusely as the girls giggle behind their hands.

"We'll leave you two alone," Ashlyn says, grabbing Gina's hand to pull her back to the living room. "I'll tell mom you'll be late for dinner."

As soon as the door closes behind the girls, Ricky turns back to a still blushing EJ, a small but urgent thought manifesting to the front of their mind.

"I should take this off-" EJ doesn't even get the chance to finish his sentence before Ricky is pushing him down on the bed and straddling his hips. "R-Ricky?"

Ricky smirks, placing a single finger on EJ's lips as they lean forward to whisper in his ear,

"I'll help you take it off." EJ lets out the smallest whimper at that but Ricky shushes him, blowing against his earlobe. "But you have to be quiet, handsome."

As soon as EJ shakily nods his head yes, Ricky gets to work.

Unfortunately, they're more than a little late for dinner.

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A/N: I've added some reference pics below if y'all want a better image of what EJ and Ashlyn were wearing hehe :>

[alykazamfanfiction]

Songs of a Lost Memory

I wrote this thinking about a possible ending of the series that I would like to see. I apologize that I can't seem to get the "keep reading" link to work out on mobile.

“I’ll never forget you, Marinette.”

“I know, Tikki, and I wish I could say the same.”

“Goodbye.”

“I love you.”

It had been three months since the final battle of the Miracle War. The end of the war, along with the defeat of Hawkmoth and Mayura, brought on a long awaited peace in the city of Paris. But the final victory was not all glory. Emilie Agreste, the long missing mother of Adrien Agreste, and the soul motivation of her husband Gabriel's decent into villainy, was lost forever. The only casualty of absolute power corrupting absolutely.

Much to the surprise of the miraculous holders, Adrien was able to let go finally after gaining the closure about his mother’s disappearance. It had also helped that the heroes who stood and fought beside him were not just his comrades, but once the holders of the miraculous were exposed of their identities, they were also his dearest, closest friends.

The hardest task the heroes had to face now that the war was over, was the arrival of the Supreme Guardians of the miraculous. Who came to Paris to retrieve the lost Miracle Box Master Fu had escaped with 176 years before. Meaning that Marinette, as the acting Guardian of the miraculous, once she returned the Miraculous to the true Guardians, she relinquished all memories she had of Ladybug and the miraculous as well.

Though memories of old friends like Alya, Juleka, and Rose would remain vivid in Marinette’s mind and heart as ever. All the friends she gained after receiving the Ladybug Miraculous were lost in the wake of duties being passed on to the new Guardian.

They would be forgotten like the blurred images of a bad fever dream. And those who were aware of that fate, chose not to break their hearts any further saying their goodbyes to Marinette and going their separate ways as her time as Ladybug drew to a close.

Among those who would drift away from Marinette’s memories were Adrien and Kagami who coped with the loss of their best friend by finding solace in each other’s arms, and soon their hearts.

Luka, on the other hand, had disappeared as swiftly as he seemingly materialized in the cabin of the Liberty all those years ago.

But today was not the day to sulk about the Marinette that was lost. Today was the day to celebrate Paris’ newfound peace. A new day to welcome a new Marinette who, despite forgetting all the wisdom she gained during her years as Ladybug and the Guardian, carried herself with the poise and grace of the wisest of sages. And to reintroduce her to those who missed her presence dearly.

Ivan and Melene, who suggested and planned the celebration, called it Marinette’s ‘clean slate' party with a smile that echoed with a tinge of sadness. Though she remembered her two friends fondly, Marinette had no recollection of her influence on their journey in love.

The party was held at the Liberty, the only place in Paris anyone could think of that was worthy of the fun and music the former miraculous holders were about to unleash in the name of a good time.

And it was everything everyone expected it to be. Great food was displayed on many tables and beautiful decorations adorned the deck of the Liberty, which still had plenty of room for all the dancing that would take place. All that was left to do was to wait for the lady of the hour to finally arrive.

Kim, Max, Alix, Rose, and Juleka leaned on the edge of the Liberty, watching the currents of the water move down the Siene while waiting in silence. Reminiscing of their times in school before the rise of Hawk Moth and Akumas.

“So Max,” Kim asked looking to his smaller friend who happened to wear his best bow tie and suspenders to the event, “is there even a small chance that Mari might remember anything?”

Max sighed and pushed his thick glasses up his nose as he answered. “I’ve done the math several times, and her odds are always the same. 4,786,275,963.72 to 1. Marinette honestly has a better chance of sprouting wings than remembering her time spent as Ladybug.”

The group exhaled a sigh in unison upon hearing the impossibility explained to them, Max included.

Alix turned to Juleka. The violet haired woman stared out at the water. Her head resting on her hand that was propped up with her elbow on the Liberty’s railing. “hey, Jules, is your brother here?”

“Ya.”

Alix looked around the ship's deck and returned her gaze at her quiet friend.

“Um…where?”

“Sulking…”

Alix joined her brooding friend mimicking the same pose on the railing. “it’s not fair, Jules.”

“Life and love never is, Alix.”

Juleka thought of her brother who once had a smile that made her think of the brisk carefree winds of the sea. A smile that had disappeared at the end of the war. She did not know which was worse. Her brother’s loss of the woman he loved, or the realization she returned his affections and confessed her love during the final battle; knowing that the end of the war would bring the end of Paris’s miraculous era, and the loss of his lover’s memory of him. Luka Couffaine assured the former heroes that he was going to be alright and would carry on, but being his sister, Juleka knew her brother and could see him crumbling to pieces inside.

The violet haired beauty was taken out of her thoughts when a soft hand with pink fingernails reached out for her own. She turned to see Rose giving her a smile and a bright blue wink of her big doe eyes.

Rose always knew what to say without uttering a single word. And soon Juleka’s lips turned into a content smile as she gently turned her hand to hold the pixie blonde’s hand in hers.

The silence of the group was broken by Nino running to them as he adjusts the red hat on his head while he spoke.

“Hey guys, Alya just sent me a text. They’re about to approach the dock.”

“Where's Adrien and Kagami?” Rose asked as she took a glance around the Liberty’s deck, “I sure hope they made it. “

“They did,” Nino answered with a smile. “They were gonna meet Alya and Mari at the dock and talk for a minute before heading in.”

Alix interrupts threw conversation with more concern in her voice than she wished to reveal, “don't you think that's a terrible idea?!”

“Chillax dudette, Alya's got it covered. She is my girlfriend after all.”

“Well I hope this party doesn't end before it starts because of this.” Alix harrumphed as she crossed her arms in disapproval.

At the dock, Adrien and Kagami stood before the Liberty. The blonde young model tapping his fingers against his thigh erratically until Kagami placed her slender, sword worn hand on his and laced their fingers together.

“You're nervous,” Kagami spoke, looking ahead with the familiar air of stoicism that Adrien had never seen in anyone else.

“If course I’m nervous," there was a slight quiver in his voice. “Kagami, what if she doesn't like us? What if she does some strange love at first sight thing?”

“Adrien, she could never dislike us. And if she falls for you. We just tell her we're together right away, and she will accept it. We’re just two people making a new friend. And she's about to meet two new friends. History doesn't usually repeat itself.”

Adrien turned to his long time fencing partner and now girlfriend and gently cupped her face in his hand. He still was unsure how he managed to meet such a wonderful and wise person.

“I hope you’re right, Kagami.”

Jade eyes met an amber gaze and, for a moment, there was only the two comrades turned lovers in this world, and time slowed to a standstill around them.

“Heeeeeey! Lovebirds!”

It was Alya walking down the Parisian street toward the dock; hand in hand with a dark haired girl in a light pink sundress embroidered with flowers along the hip. Her hair was loose and draped her petite yet toned shoulders.

It was the princess herself, Marinette DuPain-Cheng.

“C'mon, girl,” Alya was heard saying as she hurried across the last empty street before the dock with their friend. Meeting the couple who were waiting. “I gotta introduce you to some friends of mine.” She held her hand over to Adrien and Kagami drawing Marinette’s smiling face in their direction. “This is Adrien Agreste and his girlfriend Kagami Tsurugi. And guys, this is my friend, Marinette.” The bronze woman turned her hands to her companion's direction.

Marinette smiled joyfully as she waved, “Hi, it's wonderful to meet yo-" she trailed off as she looked into Adrien's eyes and furrowed her brow as she tilted her head in concentration.

“I’m sorry, but have we met before?”

Adrien's blood went cold as he began to stammer his words, “I…uh…umm,” much in the same way Mari used to when they first got to know each other years ago. Before he was able to muster an excuse Kagami chuckled softly into her hand quietly before pointing behind Marinette. Their new friend turned to see a bus stop nearby with an ad for Agreste fashion that had Adrien on display.

With a loud laughter, a hand on her chest and a rosy tint on her cheeks, Marinette felt like a fool for a second. “oh goodness! I should have known you were that Adrien Agreste. How silly of me!”

Before long the four were roaring with laughter only to be interrupted by Nino and the gang calling to them from the Liberty.

“Hey, Adrien, quit keeping the ladies all to yourself and get up here with us!”

“Yeah or we just might start this party without our guest of honor!”

“Yeah!”

The four reunited friends looked up at the Liberty. And Adrien turned to the three women beside him. “well I believe it’s time to head in M'ladies.”

Marinette began to rush on ahead of the group up toward the gag plank, as the guest of honor they referred to was her. She suddenly stopped before turning around and pulled Kagami and Adrien in a loving embrace that took them off guard.

“I’m so glad to meet you both! I hope we can be great friends!”

Adrien and Kagami returned their affection and held their friend tight while saying together “the best.”

A few hours into the party, everyone had celebrated a toast to Paris' freedom from Hawk Moth and the threat of akumas. Afterwards they played games, ate, drank, and were merry as they told stories about the hero’s that helped save the city that Marinette did not remember. She simply assumed she was just too busy to notice.

The party's most anticipated guest was having a wonderful time and thought it was such a kind thing to do for little to no reason. It truly made her feel special and loved, this all meant the world to her. But the young lady could not help but feel that something was undeniably missing. The longer she thought about it, the more she became disgruntled because the only thing that she could picture was a marine teal blue.

“Is something wrong, Marinette?” Melene asked her pondering friend with concern, placing a kind hand on her shoulder.

Marinette sighed and played with her manicured nails.

“For weeks now I have felt that something is missing. So much so that I even dream about it. It’s always the same dream too, I hear a beautiful melody, and I see the most serene eyes looking into my own. Someone says something, but I can never make out the words. I just hoped that maybe I would happen to meet the person with those eyes and finally say hello.”

Marinette looked up at Melene and Ivan who walked up and began to listen. His inner poet compelled to listen to the words of her heart. They looked at her with an aura of sadness about them that the girl wanted to shrug off in embarrassment.

“Eh heh heh, don’t mind me. I’m just talking a bunch of nonsense!” Marinette tried to laugh off the mood she leaked into the room.

“Actually that sounds just like Lu-“ Ivan began before seeing Rose and Juleka waving their arms in a frenzy in the Hope’s he would just stop talking!

Luckily he got the hint.

“Uhh JAGGED STONE! He plays music and says tons of things that make no sense!”

Marinette giggled into her hands as the girls out of her view quietly sighed and wiped their brows in relief. “No, Jagged Stone’s over there talking to Miss Couffaine.” She pointed over to the open stage on the deck where a woman with silver hair in a thick braid talked with an eccentric man with magenta hair and the typical rock star outfit. Jagged spotted her pointing his way and waved before giving them a thumbs up.

“Rockin’ party, kids!”

Marinette waved back before turning around, a sigh escaping her lips. Melene shot a glare at Ivan as he rolled his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. He certainly dodge a bullet.

“You know I think I’m gonna grab a mineral water from inside and sit down. I think the sun might be getting to me.” Marinette pointed to the stairs that led inside the Liberty’s cabins, “I’ll just be a few minutes, really.” And she hurried off to the stairs before her friends could respond.

Once downstairs and in the Liberty’s kitchen, Marinette walked to the pantry and pulled out a can of mineral water and sighed to herself. As she readied the tab to open the can, it slid out of shaking hands as the sound of a guitar’s melody flooded her ears.

Though she had never heard the tune, tears welled up in her light blue eyes. She wiped her spontaneous tears in awe as she focused on the music to pinpoint its location.

It came from the lowest cabin of the ship.

Drawn to the song, Marinette stealthed her way down another short staircase and tiptoed down the hall to avoid anyone from stopping her pursuit, and to reach the source of the music unnoticed.

As the melody grew louder and clearer, Marinette’s heart began to skip a beat more and more until she a reached a wide, open doorway. She peeked in to see a dimly lit bedroom, the only light entering from the small round windows of the ship. On the bed that was pushed against the wall sat a man with blue and black hair with his back turned to the doorway. Playing a melody on his guitar that made Marinette’s heart both swell with love and sink in despair. He poured his everything, his very heart and soul, into every note that sang from each string.

The song reached it’s end and the guitarist slowly wrapped his arms around his instrument, heaving a sigh so heavy and shaken, Marinette could almost hear the tears as they rolled down his face.

“Sass,” he said quietly to the empty room. “I don’t know what to do.”

Unsure of what to say, the words “excuse me" escaped Marinette’s lips in a whisper. She didn’t have curiosity about the name he spoke, she only wanted to understand his music.

“I’m sorry,” the stranger spoke in a voice, deep and tired. “Please, don’t worry, I don’t want-"

“No,” the woman cut him off gently. “Please…why does playing something so beautiful cause you so much pain?” The desire to understand this man she had never met grow stronger with every passing second. It was almost painful in her chest.

“M…Miss…” he began without turning around to face her. Marinette began to wonder if he was avoiding looking at her. But something told her it was not to avoid her seeing his tears. But something deeper. “Do you believe in Second Chance?”

“Of course I do,” Marinette answered as she leaned her back onto the doorway watching this mysterious musician who hid himself away. Why did her heart flutter so around him?

“Not long ago you could say it was my superpower.” He said with a short laugh that was forced in an attempt to lighten the mood. “But anymore, the idea seems impossible.”

“How come?” Marinette asked, desperate to understand the man she just met moments ago. Her body desires to inch closer but remained set in the doorway out of respect.

“It…no longer matters. I lost her.”

“Who?”

He remained silent for seconds that felt like years before he slid black painted fingernails up the guitar neck and began to play once more the melody that lured Marinette down to the cabins; it was a siren song that called to her.

“Her.” He spoke of the song as if it were a third person standing in the room.

Marinette could not help herself but to ask “what happened?”

“She’s gone. And all I have left of her is the song in her heart,” he confessed as he continued to play.

“It sounds like you loved her dearly,” she placed a hand to her chest and closed her eyes, but her heart would not calm down.

“More than anything, and I always will,” for the first time in their conversation, his voice rose in volume slightly and was warm with content.

“What was she like?”

The room remained void of words as the song floated around the walls before he answered her question

“Extraordinary.” He began with love and admiration in his voice. “Clear as a music note; sincere as a melody…”

The words he spoke grabbed Marinette by the heart and shook the deepest core of her being. Her cheeks grew rosy and her eyes widened with understanding. They resonated inside a part of her that felt chained away in a secret place that was now free to escape to the surface. Revealing to her heart a secret she had no clue she hid from herself.

Suddenly she pictured those eyes she had seen every night in her dreams. Those deep ocean blue eyes staring into her own. Before she was aware of her actions, the words that fell from her lips matched the ones she was hearing for the first time.

“She was the music that played inside my (your) head since the day we first met.”

Upon hearing each other utter the same words, the guitar’s song stopped as the man slowly turned to Marinette. His eyes wide as if he was looking at a ghost, partially hidden behind scattered tufts of black and blue hair that gracefully fell down along his face were the soulful ocean blue eyes that taunted Marinette every night for the last three months.

Those eyes were now looking into her soul once again in the waking life and Marinette could not help but gaze back into them. She spoke a single word that shook the man down to the deepest center of his soul.

“Luka…”

“Ma…mamaMarinette!”

In the moment, the invisible shackles that chained the two bodies still suddenly shattered like glass as they raced to each other. The guitar fell with a harmonic thump as Luka hurriedly climbed off the bed and reached out as they collided into each other in the most desperate embrace. The urge to hold each other was so overwhelming with passion it was almost violent.

Determined to make sure the other was real, they pressed their lips onto any skin they found exposed in hard sweet kisses.

Luka showered his love in kisses he had held back since that moment he opened his eyes and she stood before him in the same cabin when they were young.

Marinette held onto him as tight as she could. Unknowingly the same way he held her the day she crumbled under the pressures of her responsibilities and cried into his chest. Though the memories of her time as Ladybug were forever gone and forgotten, the warmth of Luka’s embrace felt so familiar.

And she never wanted this familiar feeling to slip away ever again.

Luka entangled himself tight against Marinette’s body, hoping to weave his body and soul into hers so that they would never part. He thought of the Snake Kwami of Second Chance and pondered if the magical creature had left behind just enough magic for one last miracle, and if Sass had done so, Luka would remain grateful for the rest of his days.

[cutegirlmayra]

Can you write a quick fic where Amy is wearing a different dress than usual and Sonic can't stop noticing how pretty she looks?

(x) Japanese artist and no sign of a message box. T-T

Prompt:

Amy leaped into Sonic’s arms, for the 100th time.

But as usual, she was met with an awkward shoulder roll and a light hand pushing her away.

Being used to this, she didn’t mind until her smile faded one day at a pair of girls mocking her behind her back.

The date was melancholy after that… and Amy often looked up, deep in thought.

Amazingly, Sonic never commented. He just had his hands behind his back, casually strolling and looking interested in all the places they passed, seeming to explore the environment with his eyes and tag along behind her.

Finally, she let out a soft sigh that seemed to spark his interests as his eyes shifted back to her.

Before he could acknowledge the sudden attitude shift in her, her own eyes rolled up to a boutique, and immediately struck gold on an idea!

“Ah! Date change! Hehe!” she giggled happily, racing to the window and pressing herself up against the window.

Her squished little face peered at all the modeled clothes on sales… and then a cute smile traced her face.

She turned to Sonic and almost bounced on her feet, back and forth, before tapping each of them to the ground and swaying her body around in her excitement, her hands tightly in little balls up by her face.

“Oh, Sonic! I want to go in there! I really, really want to try on something new! Hehe~”

“Uhh…” he lifted a hand up to say something, but she immediately cut him off by turning around, sticking a finger to her cheek, and monologueing over him.

“Oh! But I do already have a lot of clothes I bought recently… maybe I could just… donate to charity or something?” she waved the idea off, as Sonic frowned and sweatdropped, seeming to realize she wasn’t really paying attention to him or his thoughts.

“Oh well, let’s go in and see what else is inside!”

She quickly took hold of his arm and slammed the door open, bolting in as Sonic dangled behind her, “W-wa-wha-oah!”

Sonic just stood stiff, looking slightly with a pout at Amy zipping around the room, before closing his eyes and stretching his arms upwards, yawning.

The store patrons and workers were blinking in odd astonishment. They also sweatdropped awkwardly at Amy’s amazing speeds in flinging many different styles of clothes off the hangers, and piling up a huge mess near a dressing room.

She then zipped over to Sonic and pulled him to a chair in front of a dressing room.

He seemed to have not realized the sudden change of location, before opening his sleepy, bored eyes and looking around. He noticed her huffing and puffing in exhaustion and smiled.

She happily smiled back, drenched in her weariness before gesturing for him to sit. “I’ll be right back….” she gave him an apologetic look, before then twirling and striking a cute pose. “And when I do~! You’ll have no choice but to want to marry me right on the spot!” she flirted, before charging with determination into the store.

The girls she had heard mentioned Sonic’s attitude of being disinterested in her, and in not even ‘checking her out’ at all. They even made jokes about flaunting there stuff near him to get him to wander after them then be with her.

Frowning and puffing her cheeks up in defiance, she refused to let anyone steal Sonic away from her with looks! Or with anything for that matter!!!

She lowered her head and shook her fist up, making some disgruntled sounds of annoyance before looking up with absolute resolve in her eyes.

But one problem…

“What’s Sonic’s ideal style..?” she looked a little defeated, continuing to sweat as she looked at her huge pile of clothes…

She hunched forward a bit… not sure if this would even do the trick…

But she stomped herself over to face the pile, and powerfully stood in front of it with no fear! Placing her hands to her hips, and standing- feet apart- as if she would conquer this trial of her love!!!

Sonic relaxed on the long couch that curved slightly, yawning again before willing his finger in his ear.

When she finally came out in a beautiful, flowing and draping long dress that had a pastel floral pink to it, he whistled and and gave her a wink with a thumbs up.

“Nice dress!”

She looked excited to hear that.

“You think so?” she walked up to the podium and stepped carefully up, as each second was filled with Sonic’s eyes locked onto her, a simple smile on his face.

“Pretty~” he complimented, kindly.

Amy swayed on the little stool, and looked herself over in the three mirrors, posing and trying to look attractive.

“Enough to marry me?” she giggled, and lifted an arm up and over her head, before bending her knees and turning to Sonic, trying to look good.

Sonic continued to smile… but his face suddenly showed some caution, along with his head leaning down and his hand coming up to rub his head.

He followed up without a comment, and she scolded him as usual.

“Whelp, back to the drawing board!” she flared up her dress a little and gracefully dismounted the podium, before rushing off to try something else on.

“Hmph!” she threw the dress down, dissatisfied with it’s performance.

 “He may have been extra sweet to me… but I want him to be unable to resist me!” she turned dramatically to the pile. “He leaves me no choice!”

After a montage of Sonic’s replies of- “Swell!” “Right on!” “Great look, Amy!” and constant thumbs up of support, Amy threw off her last dress- wide eyed.

“HE LIKES THEM ALL.” she hunched over, amazed he could be so stubborn.

“There’s gotta be something I’m missing…” she flopped to the floor, now truly looking like she was giving up hope. “Aww… and I really wanted him to gawk and swoon over me… I wish there was even the smallest hint at what he prefers…”

She suddenly heard a few giggles outside…

She peeked her dressing room door open… ever so slightly.

Some girls were flirting with Sonic!

She growled and left scratch marks on the door’s sides…

“Oh? So you’re waiting for your girlfriend to come out then?”

“Something like that.” Sonic smiled politely, having his arms up and resting on the edge of the couch’s upper rim.

The girls looked to each other, before smiling back down to him.

“Hey… is she putting on a show for you or something?”

“Huh? A show?” Sonic blinked, tilting his head. “If you’re asking me what’s she’s been doing. A lot of dressing up, I’d say.”

The girls sweatdropped, before laughing it off as Sonic just seemed to be stating the obvious.

“Did you pick any clothes out for her?” one of the other girls asked.

Amy’s face was already red with fuming rage, but this question stopped her and she stared a minute in curious wonder at how he would answer this.

“Oh…” his mouthed formed into an ‘o’ before he glanced upwards towards the corner of his eye… contemplating that.

“Not really… I think she looks fine in whatever she wears.” he then looked back to the girls, “Whatever Amy likes… I’ll like it too!”

The support he gave her was touching, and she suddenly teared up, upset with herself for ever doubting him in his bland, cliche responses.

“Oh, Sonic…” she fell right back in love all over again.

“That’s it!” she shook her head, shaking herself off from her previous down mood. “I’m gonna pick the outfit I think I look best in!”

Looking to the pile, she dropped to her knees and pulled something out of it.

“Hmmm.. Ah-ha! Perfect!” she exclaimed, looking in much higher spirits now as she closed her eyes and hummed a little tune as she slipped it on.

“Coming~” she called, as the girls looked over to the door with Sonic.

She let a leg slip out the door first… kicking in a showgirl like fashion before fully stepping out, showing off her accessories and the gorgeous new outfit she wore.

Sonic’s face lit up, but not unexpected, as he mostly made that face whenever she came out.

However… the girls faces looked stunned, before one stuck up her nose and ‘hmph’ed, walking away as the other girls soon went off as well.

“Well? What do you think?” she strut her stuff over to him, before arching her steps to make her way to the flat, round and legless stool by the mirrors.

She glanced back at him as he leaned his head back, ‘hmm’ing as she walked back.

“I think it’s-”

“Swell?” She kid, slightly rolling her eyes as she carefully got up to it. “Great? Stunning? Radiant? Well, that’s just fine. I think it’s WONDERFUL! It’s what I choose to wear and it’s exactly what I like! So there.” she nodded, triumphant and happy about her new found confidence in herself.

Suddenly, Sonic’s expression changed.

She didn’t notice his silent shift before spinning herself on the stool, laughing and enjoying herself without even caring who was watching.

But she suddenly miss-stepped.

“W-woah!”

“Amy!!!”

She came tumbling down!

“Offph!”

She latched herself onto a curtain but it only stopped her fall for a moment, before ripping down into Sonic’s waiting arms…

The slow decent made her blush as Sonic waited patiently with open arms, and looked tenderly to her when she finally tore the last ring of the curtain and plopped into him.

“I think you look even better when you’re excited about what you’re wearing.. Amy.”

The way he said it… holding him close and being with him… Having him wait on her and take her to cute stores like this one…

Even smelling that familiar scent… Everything was absolutely perfect.

She didn’t need him fawning all over her body.

He fawned on her in his own way. By spoiling her with all these truly heartwarming gestures of spending time with her.

That was all she really needed… to know he loved-

“Uh… miss?”

She was so cozy and happy in his arms… that her adorable smile didn’t even fade when she blinked her eyes open.

“Hmm?~” she chimed, still in her wonderland.

The man looked very upset, tapping his toe and folding his arms before bursting out in rage.

“WHOSE GOING TO CLEAN THIS UP!? And pay for the damaged tapestry!?”

It was a curtain.

Did he have to make it sound so.. fancy?

She looked at the bright red fabric in her arms, and let it go in her hands to drape over the two before chuckling nervously…

“I can’t believe he kicked us out!” Amy thrust her arms down, looking quite unpleased, as Sonic walked beside her, his eyes never leaving her face.

“I mean… sure, we did SOME damage… and I’m sure those workers weren’t too happy about placing all the clothes I took back in their proper places, b-but…” she suddenly pressed her pointer fingers together, looking a little guilty at her being the true culprit here.

She scratched her nose slightly, “But I guess it was really fun… when you look back on it and all…”

She suddenly stopped in her walking, and blinked in surprise before turning to look at Sonic staring at her.

“…Hey…” she frowned, narrowing her eyes accusingly towards him. “Are you making fun of me..?” she looked a little hurt when she said that.

“Huh?” Sonic suddenly looked like he was snapped back into reality.

“….Ohh… Were you even paying attention to me!? Or anything I was saying!?” She stomped her little feet up, toe to toe with his own, and stated that right up by his face.

He leaned back, seeming unsure before avoiding her anger and turning his head up and away from her pouting face.

“I-It wasn’t that… it’s just…” he put a hand up to scratch, shyly, the side of his muzzle’s cheek.

“I just couldn’t help thinking about it…”

“Hmm? Thinking of what?” Amy’s expression changed and she looked more curious then upset.

She leaned back a moment as she saw him close his eyes, “hmmm…”

He then smirked with his pearly white teeth, and snickered as his head bounced low.

“..Huh? What’s so funny?” she stepped away and seemed a bit confused… “You are making fun of me…” she rose her shoulders up and lowered her head into them, still hurt by his actions.

“Nah,.. I just think you could look good in anything… as long as your face always look as excited as it was while in that last getup.” His truthfulness caught her by surprise, as he ‘whoo’ed as if tried and stuck his chest out to the nice breeze of the street.

“It’s been a long day! But I really should stop staring at ya…” he then looked back over to her, and winked, “It’s kinda creepy, huh?”

Her eyes shot open even wider.

“NOOO!!!!”

“H-huh!? WOAH!”

She leaped into his arms, crying tears of joy and rubbing her head against him. “That’s the most kindest, sweetest, most wonderful thing you could have ever said to me!!!” she bawled, only making him grow nervous before sheepishly smiling back at her typical, over-the-top antics…

“Hehe~” he chuckled, “I’m glad…” he looked a little apologetically down to her.. before turning away to look up at the sky.

“So that’s what I was suppose to say…”

Apparently, Sonic had been trying to say whatever would please Amy the most in whatever she wore. He honestly didn’t care what she was wearing, he just wanted her to be happy. Finally finding what he believed was the ‘answer she wanted’ he nodded and laughed as she continued to cry tears of joy in his arms.

“AWWWWWhhhooo… SOONNNIICC-KUUU~!” 💜

(I tried to write this in Japanese Sonic and Amy style… do you like? :3c )