#they are v much a reds pinks and oranges person!!!

[adobe-outdesign]

What are your thoughts on the 25th anniversary pet colours?

As a whole, I really like the 25th anniversary colour. I have a few gripes with some more technical things, which I'll touch on momentarily, but I think it's a fun colour that stands on its own.

Visually, I think it manages to nail the three big aspects: base colour, individuality, and customization. For the base colour, the semi-opaque stars are a great nod to the Neopets brand that also happen to look "celebratory", and it makes sure the base isn't too similar to any plain colours. I've heard some argue that 25th anniversary is too close to starry as a colour, but I disagree; sure, they both have stars, but one is always blue with yellow stars and no wearables, while one is... not that. Like, you're never going to confuse the two.

I also think the colour works in terms of both overall coherency and and individuality. Each pet has a simple main hue for the base with stars, and then a few small celebration-y items for custimization. However, the base color is different for each pet and the wearables also vary, so each pet still feels unique. The wearables are also a nice touch because they add a little something and are unique to this colour, but are completely optional. It reminds me a lot of valentine in execution, which is a good thing.

The colour also comes in "celebratory" styles. The styles are variable in quality; some of them have really fun poses and good shading, while others look very flat and have very thin linework or strange proportions. However, I'm not quite as picky with these because they're all-new styles not based on any actual pre-customization art, unlike something like the recent dynamic Halloween and Ghost styles. Either way, I do like the styles and I think they add some life.

My only issue with this colour is that we only have, like, five pets in it. Don't get me wrong, it's normal to only get a handful of pets in a given colour when it debuts... but the reason is that each species needs to be designed, whereas here, we know most species already have a 25th anniversary design thanks to promo materials. It probably would bother me less except we have way more pet styles than we do non-styles, which feels kind of gross; almost like part of the colour is paywalled for certain species until further notice.

Also, my other minor beef is that "25th anniversary" is a very clunky pet name; not only is it a mouthful, but it doesn't make sense in-universe (the 25th anniversary of what, exactly?) and makes it weird to release 25th anniversary pets on any other anniversary, which they're apparently planning to.

Favorite Species:

Xweetok: Unfortunately there's no NP colour for this one yet, which like I said above I'm really not a fan of as a practice. However, this is a really 25th anniversary pet regardless. It comes decked out in a bow, wings, and balloons, and uses a pink/green/orange palette that really shouldn't work and yet somehow does. The winking pose for this one is also very fun and adds a lot of personality.

Uni: I don't know why I like the Uni so much; maybe it's just the nice rearing pose, or maybe it's just that I like the light blue, yellow, and pink palette. Regardless, it's very pretty, and that's coming from a person who normally isn't huge on Unis. My only beef with it is that the hair clip stars and the bow have colored lineart for some reason, and the bow is stapled directly on the body without a ribbon around the neck—a weirdly common problem with 25th Anniversary pets for reasons I don't quite understand.

Kougra: Of the five pets to currently have both a NP option and a style, the Kougra has a very fun base color; a mix of red, blue, and yellow that's kind of similar to the base red Kougra but also not at all. There's not a whole lot of wearables, but the Kougra's fairly complicated default design combined with the colours makes it kind of work, seeing as it would likely look too busy otherwise. My only issue with the customized version is, similar to the Uni, the stapled-on tie with colored linework, though at least you can remove it here. The style is nice, more expressive but not over-exaggerated; proportions are a bit off (the head is way too big, and the body's a little too skinny), but that's not a huge deal.

[shurikensgang]

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰

𝕄𝕆𝔻 ℕ𝕆𝕋𝔼𝕊 𝔸𝕋 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔼ℕ𝔻

Shuriken Doorman- He is a sarcastic 16 year old, that has a sharp tongue. He loves EDM music, and hanging out with his friends. He has Uzi's teenager personality and N's yellow eye colour. He has a girlfriend. His RP color is italics orange.

Terra Doorman- She is the most mischievous 10 year old girl in Outpost-3. She loves to torment her brother, go places, and watch birds. She has N's personality, but Uzi's purple eyes. She has autism and is low spectrum. Her RP color is Pink.

Harlow: She is 16 years old, her mother is J. She is closed off, but very chill once you get to know her. She loves Alt music and is one of Shuriken's first friends, as well as his cousin. She might have a boyfriend in the future...Her RP color is italics bold orange

Uzi is 34 years old in this AU and leads Outpost-3. She is still the same way as her teenage self, just less intense, and more motherly (whatever that means). Her parents retired, so she and N took over. Her RP color is Purple.

N is 35 years old and also runs Outpost-3 with Uzi. He is also just the same, but more fatherly and protective. His RP color is Orange.

V is 35 years old and explores Copper-9 with her pet sentinel named Buddy. She comes to visit every few months to annoy Uzi, tell her finds to N, and play with her niece and nephew before she dips again. Her RP color is bold Red.

J is 35 years old and lives in the Corpse Spire alone. She regrets what she did...somewhat. She spends her days watching old Manor footage. Her RP color is bold Orange.

Nori is alive and has her body back. Ever since retirement she has taken to babysitting the Grandkids, fixing bugs, and spending her life with Khan. Her RP color is bold Purple.

Khan is alive and spends his retirement simping over doors and his wife. Also he plays card games with his buddies. His RP color is bold Black.

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I hope you enjoy interacting with these characters as much as I loved making them!

Also if you wanna see Shuriken's friends, see the post named "Character Introduction part 2"

(Link in the comments, thanks Cursed :))

[tazmilygray]

Kirby OC creation game

First letter of your URL is your character's species!

A - Puffball (like Kirby)

B - Penguin (like Dedede)

C - Whatever the mages and haltmanns are

D - Jambeliever

E - Key Dee

F - Scarfy

G - Waddle Doo

H - Burning Leo

I - Chilly

J - NESP

K - Noddy

L - Poppy Bros Jr

M - Paint Witch

N - Hamster

O - Human

P - Ripple Star Fairy

Q - Spider

R - Whatever Magolor is

S - Squeaker

T - Fecto

U - Awoofy

V - Octopus (like Chuchu)

W - Waddle Dee

X - Keke

Y - Whatever Tiff and Tuff are

Z - People of the Sky (flower fairies from KTD)

Favorite Season = Their Fighting Style!

Spring - Ranged Weapon

Summer - Melee Weapon

Fall - Healing/Support

Winter - Mage

Fave Color = What magic they specialize in, if any

Red - Fire

Orange - Rock/Ground/Earth

Yellow - Electric

Green - Nature

Blue - Water

Purple - Poison

Pink - ESP/Psychic

Black - Ghostly

White - Ice

Fave Flavor = A big part of their personality, a main trait

Sweet - Headstrong

Sour - Kindhearted

Salty - Short-tempered

Spicy - Selfish

What you like best will determine your character's Matter type

Clouds - Heart Matter

Rain - Soul Matter

Stars - Dream Matter

The Moon - Dark Matter

I hope this wasn't too much, I'd love to see what you create so, if you decide to use this, if you don't add on to a reblog, tag me if you upload what you make!

[laurancezvahlslefteyebrow]

SHADOW KNIGHT HEADCANONS

aka things from my rewrite

idea from @xerith-42 <- <- <-

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Appearance:

They have pointed ears. They’re not as large as an elf’s or half elf’s ears, really just the size of a human’s ear��� But pointed.

They’re skin sparkles. (Edward who?) Idk why I added this I just like the idea of Laury lookin like he’s rocking body glitter 24/7 ig. It’s most noticeable in direct sunlight.

They’re eyes are reflective, like a cats, and often glow in the dark. They’re eyes also appear more… empty… than a regular person’s. Almost uncanny.

When in their full Shadow Knight form, their irises become red, and the whites of their eyes turn black. The skin around their eyes also becomes red and cracked, almost irritated looking.

They have fangs. Much like this v

They each have a scar pertaining to the way in which they died. (Assuming it wasn’t something like poison). It is usually a dark grey or black color, but not always.

When they are premature, their fingers and toes are blacken. This is called the corruption. Each SK has at least some, but the amount tells you how long they resisted gaining their immortality. The longer they go without gaining their immortality, the further up the corruption creeps, only stopping at the shoulders and hips.

They have Rune Scars and Tattoos. The tattoo is located on their palms and is the source of their SK abilities. It’s embedded with the curse of binding so it cannot be removed or carved out. The scars are on their face, three claw marks on each cheek. These are referred to as The Tears. These scars enhance their SK abilities.

While in their full SK form, their scar runes turn black and emanate pure darkness. Their fingernails also grow into claws that are extremely sharp and nearly unbreakable.

All SKs appear pale, no matter their skin tone. They have no red/pink/orange undertones bc their blood technically no longer flows.

They often appear very ridged or mannequin like. Standing either too perfectly or too hunched over. Again, uncanny.

Because of all these physical traits, Shadow Knights are very easy to spot, assuming you know what to look for. Many trying to hide or blend in, will hide their heads, faces, and hands.

THE… OTHER STUFF:

Their body temperature fluctuates quite a bit. Generally, theyre cold to the touch, because yk their dead. But when they feel strong emotions like anger or happiness their temp rises, possibly to the point where they feel feverish. The only emotions that actively make them colder are sadness and fear.

Their temp also rises when the Calling comes a knocking. Rising hotter and hotter the longer they try to ignore or fight it.

^ Inspired by a convo with @xerith-42

It’s impossible to sleep in the Nether, though the reason is unknown. Because of this, Shadow Knights don’t require sleep. They still can sleep, but it’s not a necessity. Premature Shadow Knights however, still become tired and can still feel the physical repercussions of having no sleep.

Similarly, SKs also no longer need to eat or drink. However again, prematures do. Since not much grows in the nether, they’re forced to eat Nether Wart. It’s essentially a very tough, charcoal tasting mushroom. It’s their only source of food OR water as water cannot be found anywhere else in the Nether.

While they’re in the Nether, their blood becomes cold to accommodate for the extreme heat. Because of this they need to be careful about regulating their emotions while in the nether so their blood doesn’t overheat.

Nether time is faster than Overworld time. A year in the Nether is only a few months in the Overworld, if that.

Premature SKs can be killed the same ways a human can be, due to their lack of immortality. A full SK however, is a bit more tricky. Their physical form can be killed, though it is more difficult due to a combination of things, but they respawn. If their body dies, is will *poof* disappear and reappear back in the Nether on an alter. The amount of time it takes to respawn depends on the severity of their injury. A full SK can only be permanently killed with an enchanted Netherite weapon (hehe minecraft reference). These are extremely rare and hard to come by. …Zenix has one…

When a PMSK (Premature Shadow Knight) is trained, they fight against real, full SKs. They could very well be killed during their training, call it natural selection. The PM is expected to kill the Full SKs they’re fighting against.

Soul sand houses the souls of innocent lives taken by Shadow Knights. Their souls not only add fuel to their power, but also gives strength to the Shadow Lord/Shad.

In Shad’s eyes, someone with magicks or brains is often more valuable than someone who is physically strong. Though physical strength is needed in order to be a SK, if they are not particularly clever and they have no magicks, they aren’t very useful. Often used as simple pawns or sacrifices.

The first ever Shadow Knight was some random guy named Randal. He didn’t fit any of the criteria, in fact he was just some farmer who ate a bad potato and suffered the consequences. Shad only resurrected him to experiment a bit.

A Shadow Knight’s armor isn’t actually armor. It’s more like a shell that pops out when their body recognizes it’s needed. Or at least when it thinks it does. These shells are generally identical, but they do each have some variations depending on the person and their alignment. Their weapons are an extension of this shell as well, and can be any hand held weapon. Weather is a sword, hammer, mace, or even daggers. Swords are just most people’s go-to. Along with this, they cannot drop their weapons as they are basically a part of them. The only way to rid of it is by… sucking?? it back into the shell. Think of venom. But less… slimy.

They’re impervious to fire/lava. At any stage, full or pm.

Oooookay that’s all I got

Thanks for reading this far love ya mwah mwah

[poisonhemlocke]

finally did the oc color wheel challenge !!

character info under the cut :3

(potential spoilers for no room for a wallflower act 1, icewind dale: rime of the frostmaiden

orange - calliope “cal” osborne, callsign NIGHTMARE. pilots “TURN AROUND”, an SSC mourning cloak. she has a fairly abrasive personality developed over years in the Union military as part of a Farfield team, but at the end of the day, she joined the military to try and make a difference and ensure the Utopian Pillars are followed, and that remains her primary goal. perpetually pissed off about not being promoted or given important missions. she’s currently the commander of her squad.

yellow - angelica luminari, aka amitiel-52, aka virtue candor. an angel sent to earth as a magical girl to spread joy and happiness and defeat villains with the power of friendship, she has a tendency to be overly self sacrificing since she doesn’t view herself as human. she’s friendly and outgoing, and though she can be annoying at times, she’s a sweet person and gets along well with others. her powers focus on healing, defense, and mobility.

green - natalya essix, callsign URSA. former pilot of “NO REGRETS”, a lancaster frame. she’s a medic from the HUC, specifically the city of daylight. she’s gentle and kind, and can usually be trusted to remain level-headed in times of crisis. her wife and two of her three children were killed in the bombing of daylight, her son only narrowly surviving as he’d left the city the day before. she sustained heavy burns and mental trauma in the fight with BEGGAR-ONE, and retired from mech combat after that.

cyan - maxine collier V, callsign FIVE. pilots the HORUS lycan frame “GREG 3: THERE’S ANOTHER ONE”. this is my horrible gremlin woman, she’s violent and reckless and doesn’t think before she acts (or ever, really). she’s the fifth iteration of “herself”, and is horribly in debt as a result of the expensive cloning procedures. glass arm is a result of incidents with the DHIYED metavault and a trip to the firmament, which left her as an aunic Mind still trying to come to terms with this new religion.

blue - zalia moonkeeper, abjuration wizard and alchemist artificer. has 5-6 voices currently constantly talking telepathically in their head and considering that they’re doing quite well. alongside the party’s armorer artificer, their research colleague, they’ve uncovered much of the technology of an ancient duergar civilization, which they’re currently attempting to use to turn themselves into warforged and attain immortality.

purple - CAIN IDENT X452, lucy davis. tension blasphemy, doomed agenda. previously manifested a sin— specifically, a type II LORD which took the form of an angel. the scars on her face and the rest of her body are a result of the tight “halos” which made up part of the angel, and the shifting many-pupiled eyes are a Sin Mark allowing her to see through solid objects in short distance. she puts on a friendly face, and legitimately tries to be kind, but ultimately what matters most to her is the mission and killing Sins. everything else is secondary.

pink - florence liren, aka CHECKMATE. a smug egocentric hacker from the world of neon city overdrive, she considers herself a self-styled “queen of the underworld”, often wearing gaudy or ostentatious-looking clothes and indulging in various vices. she has morals, but they’re few, far between, and often easily compromised for the promise of a few credits. her body is nearly all cybernetic by this point, including a pair of auxiliary arms which she uses mainly as weapon.

red - nix. she’s a kobold warlock, and my pc in an icewind dale campaign. myself and the one other player play as two kobolds, who typically stack themselves in a trench coat when they go around. they’re both servants of an eldritch deity which speaks to them through the coat, its name is Coatthulhu. nix is not above cannibalism, and usually eats pretty much every monster or bad guy the party kills.

[fredwardart]

formula E drivers and their stethoscopes

@watercolor-hearts and I discussed what stethoscopes each driver would use after they created a list for Formula 1 drivers. then we had the ideas for formula e drivers (+ André and James) so I made a list. Thanks to V for creating the collages!

André Lotterer - Littmann CORE Digital Stethoscope 8572 - High Polish Rainbow, Littmann Cardiology IV Diagnostic Stethoscope: Black & Black - Red Stem.

He’d want a digital one to save it for later. And the rainbow chest piece is obvious (for the gay in him). Sleek black with a hint of dark red is perfect for our war criminal.

Jev - MDF procardial® titanium adult cardiology stethoscope - cheetah/blackout.

Like Cheetah the cat.

Mitch Evans - MDF acoustica® stethoscope - white/black.

When I think of jaguar I think of Mitch. The colours remind me of him.

Nick Cassidy - Littmann Cardiology IV Diagnostic Stethoscope: Hunter Green

I just looked at it and thought, oh yeah, he’d look good with that.

Maximilian Günther - Littmann Cardiology IV Diagnostic Stethoscope: High Polish Rainbow & Navy Blue - Black Stem, Littmann Classic III Monitoring Stethoscope: Ceil Blue (suggested by V).

Maserati prince. Rainbow chest piece gives gay vibes.

James Rossiter - MDF MD one® adult stethoscope - white/perla noire, Littmann Cardiology IV Diagnostic Stethoscope: Satin Alabaster Tube

The vibe. Simple but a little bit posh, sophisticated. He likes the white.

Sam Bird - MDF MD one® epoch® titanium adult stethoscope - orange

The orange suits him.

Stoffel Vandoorne - MDF procardial® titanium cardiology stethoscope - green/blackout

It's illegal how good he looks in green.

Robin Frijns - MDF MD one® epoch® titanium adult stethoscope - graffiti/blackout, Littmann Classic III Monitoring Stethoscope: Smoke & Lime Green - Blue Stem

Given the pokemon obsession I feel like robin would like this one. can also imagine the green to rep Envision.

Edo Mortara - MDF procardial® titanium cardiology stethoscope - pink glitter/rose gold

Girl dad. I think he would love the pink and would enjoy using it.

Sacha Fenestraz - MDF MD one® epoch® titanium adult stethoscope - sunflower

A sunny personality that would look great with flowers.

Nyck De Vries - MDF MD one® epoch® titanium adult stethoscope - tie dye

Sunny personality, a bit of fun away from his on track crimes. He’d look cute with it.

Oliver Rowland - MDF procardial® titanium cardiology stethoscope - white glitter/rose gold

Another girl dad. Secure enough in his masculinity to own the glitter. I was imagining red glitter, but this is close enough.

António Félix da Costa - Littmann Cardiology IV Diagnostic Stethoscope: Black & Black - Red Stem

I think he’d like the black with a surprise bit of red. Porsche vibes.

Nico Müller - Littmann Classic III Monitoring Stethoscope: Turquoise

He looks good with this blue.

Jake Hughes -MDF sprague-x stethoscope - burgundy

Aston Villa FC vibes.

Sérgio Sette Câmara - Littmann Classic III Monitoring Stethoscope: Grey

Reminds me of the ERT. Subtle . Sort of quiet but still there.

Jehan Daruvala - Littmann Cardiology IV Diagnostic Stethoscope: Plum

Immediate thought was blue but I think he’d look good with plum.

Jake Dennis - MDF procardial® titanium cardiology stethoscope - paws

Jake loves his dog so He’d 100% get a paw print.

Sébastien Buemi - MDF MD one® epoch® titanium adult stethoscope - vulcan - carbon fiber/blackout

“Its dark, like my soul.”

Pascal Wehrlein - Littmann Master Cardiology Stethoscope: All Black

Dark and mysterious. Gives me his vibe.

Dan Ticktum - MDF procardial® titanium cardiology stethoscope - poseidon - carbon fiber/blackout

He'd go for this purely because he thinks it looks cool.

Norman Nato - Littmann Master Cardiology Stethoscope: Burgundy

He just looks like he'd suit it.

Lucas Di Grassi - Littmann Lightweight II SE Nurses Stethoscope: Black

I didn’t put much thought into this one lmao. Could imagine him using it.

these are all my personal opinion so there is literally nothing proving this, was just a bit of fun. If you have any other ideas though let me know. Hope you enjoyed! :)

[eolewyn1010]

Downton Abbey Fashion 57 - indoors fashion in 1924

Cora’s day wardrobe this season is a mixed bag. Some have me go, “oh, so pretty!”; others have me think they really want her to look like a grandma now. I realize that I’m saying this as a 2020s person about 1920s fashions, so my perception may be warped.

Granny outfit number one. I’m usually a fan of embroidery, but I think this shirt would look less frumpy if said embroidery reached up to the shoulders. Also if it had literally any other collar. Even a neckline without a collar would’ve been better. The chiffon being a bit more on the peach side rather than puke puce would also help. Meh. Still, this does stay on for season 6.

Pretty boring shirt, but despite my distaste for white on Cora post-Edwardian, it’s at least not as dowdy as the last one. Curiously, this plus a scarf plus a flowery hat is fancy enough for Cora to wear to Rose’s wedding. Who am I to criticize. The lace yoke is nice, the silk satin is shiny, but I mainly took this in for the coat Cora has around her shoulders in the second picture. Printed silk satin, I would guess, and it looks lovely.

One of her loveliest house dresses over the entire show – why does everyone get something in this blue this season? Anyway. A few pin tucks to give the shoulders a little shaping, lace trim galore, one of those fluttery layered skirts that looks even better for most of this being lightweight chiffon. This whole dress appears like a summer day. It comes back next season, as really most of her new indoor outfits of season 5 do.

I’ll never escape bland cream silk satin blouses. This one is a wrap top style with the kind of large collar that plays at being a sailor collar, it’s got some cuffs, some either meant-to-be-beige or strongly yellowed lace to fill out the cleavage V… Nothing wrong with it.

This teal dress is one Cora wears combined with her orange satin coat a lot, especially during her time being courted by Mr Bricker. At least Fellowes didn’t have a red A stitched on it; he’s unsubtle like that. The dress is a bit stiff-looking and rectangular for my taste, but the overall design with the curlicues down the front is really pleasant to look at. When this comes back in season 6, I get a look at the knife-pleated panels inserted into the sides of the skirt.

Another granny blouse, so I guess that qualifies it to stay into the next season. There’s something about this particular shape of short but standing collar that my brain registers as unflattering. The embroidered material is nice though; the peach color with those lilac leaves and pink flowers makes for a nice look overall. It looks rectangular as ever, but what can you do.

Ivory silk satin and a straight-lined rectangle blouse, although I’m inclined to forgive this one because it brings in fringe, a playful element that adds movement to the look. Other than that, the double row of buttons down the front is probably not necessary, but I sure like to look at it, and then we have a little embroidered trim everywhere. Perhaps not surprisingly with my weakness for fringe, I rather like this and happily welcome it back in season 6.

Amidst all the ivory and cream silk satin, I am grateful for a black dress for a change, even if it has this weird little standing collar. Gathered chiffon sleeves, deep V shape over the front (even though here it’s not via the cut but via the decoration); that much we know. And then the majority of the front is covered in leafy cream lace that is framed with embroidered flowers in pink and red shades. Another holdover for the next season.

Heh, this is the sort of uneven grey shade you get by layering a very translucent black chiffon (or, in case of the sleeves, tulle) over a white or off-white base layer. I like it; it’s more cloudy and therefore more interesting to look at than a perfectly even surface color. And then it’s embroidered all over with this web of flowers, very sweet, so this stays into the next season, too.

There is strictly speaking nothing wrong with this. Cora wears her well-established cream satin, it’s got a few pin tucks, and this neckline design adds a point of interest. I’ll flat-out admit that I just personally don’t have a taste for this kind of unbound-tie-through-loophole front design. It shows up several times in the Crawleys’ 1920s outfits, but I never warm up to it. So, I’m glad this is mostly put on background duty for ensembles and coats in season 6.

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We’ll end on something that is to my taste – this glorious day dress Lady Sinderby marches up in to greet her guests. It’s mostly chiffon and all flowers, and it adds up to such a fluttery, breezy look that she may as well pose as a garden fairy. There’s some draping over the chest, some layering in these little triangle panels of the skirt, yet the dress looks almost weightless. Love it.

[kkatastrophic]

Danganronpa V3 Chapter 4 Deadly Life Notes:

SPOILERS FROM HERE ON IN!!!!!!!!!!!

--- Investigation:

MIU LOOKS IN SO MUCH PAIN OMG-

And Kokichi sounds so gay when he says "Woah!" like I can't imagine genderbends because he's so goddam fruity.

--- Summary By Completed Investigation:

So Miu tried to kill Kokichi (this is proved because of the setting she added to him, her touching him makes him unable to move), but an error occured on her avatar making the effect of him not being able to move when he touched her the opposite, so they somehow met, and maybe Miu used the phone and pink mobile to teleport between the chapel and mansion.

That was when the killer killed her in-game somehow... she was clearly struggling, so she was strangled somehow... maybe with the toilet paper. The culprit must have used it to climb on and off from the roof BECAUSE MIU SAID NO MATTER HOW FAR IT STRETCHED RUBBER BANDS WERE UNBREAKABLE.

Her avatar had the object setting on, so no matter how far she stretched she couldn't break. That was how she was strangled.

BOOM I DID IT!!!

(Correct/True things highlighted in green)

(Wrong/False/Incorrect things highlighted in orange)

(VERY WRONG/absurd/bad THINGS HIGHLIGHTED IN RED)

The above colour coding is true for the rest of the gameplay this chapter!

The Trial Begins:

--- EATING IT UP!!!

Gonta I love you but stfu "ver-chew-el world" mate please stop I can't spend time explaining this shit to you, I love you alot but stop. :,)

V CUT FIRST TRY BABY WOOHOO!!!!

ALSO, IT WAS THE TP, I WAS RIIIIGHT!!!

--- Himiko Spits Facts:

Himiko: "Killed by toiler paper... it was... a fitting end for her..." <- LMAO NOT HIMIKO CALLING HER A PIECE OF SHITTT BAHAHA.

Also I bought the perk that lets you see V cuts without using influence, and it's really helpful, you guys should use it it's GOOD!

MIU BOUGHT THE HAMMER AND ASKED TO MEET UP WITH KOKICHI, SEE, SHE WAS GOING TO KILL HIM! I WAS RIGHT, SHE WAS GOING TO PARALYSE HIM AND HIT HIM WITH IT!!! I'M SO SMART OH MY GODDD!

PSYCHE TAXI MY POOKIE AUGHHH I LOVE PSYCHE TAXI BEST MINIGAME WOO! (I highkey ate it up, I only hit 1 car.)

Wait this trial is so good wtf omg, I'm only about an hour in but this is so much fun! So creative of Danganronpa!

OH MY GOD TWO PSYCH TAXIS I LOVE THIS GAME SO MUCH OH MY GOD!!!

--- Intermission:

"Main I'm bushed. I got no motivation at all. And Monophanies period is late."

Okay number ONE: What the fuck, did Monotaro like... erm...

OKAY NUMBER 2: MONOKUMA HAS NO MOTIVATION BECAUSE HIS AND MONOPHANIES CYCLES MATCH UP, That's sometimes how it runs in families. THIS MEANS THE MASTERMIND IS A GIRL!!! THAT'S WHAT MONOTARO WAS SAYING WHEN HE SAID "Mummy... I can't... I feel like I'm remembering something..." HOLY SHIT I WORKED IT OUT GUYS, THE MASTERMIND IS MAKI, HIMIKO OR TSUMUGI!

--- I WORKED IT OUT!!!:

Kokichi knows more then us. What does he know? He didn't do it... but like Byakuya in THH Trial 2, he knows who did. The antagonists always know. Nagito with Teruteru, Byakuya with Mondo, Kokichi with... whoever did this crime...

---

OH MY GOD I THINK I KNOW WHO DID IT, KOKICHI KNOWS MORE THAN US, HE WAS DROPPING HINTS THE WHOLE TIME! IT WAS PROBABLY GONTA!

This is loosely based evidence but buff characters die in chapter four so here:

Himiko: "She (<- talking about Miu) was smart... but also really, really dumb"

Gonta: "N-No say such mean things."

Gonta: "Killing game bad, not Miu"

Gonta: "Miu not bad person. Gonta think we coulda be friends, if things different."

Kokichi: "Nuh-uh. No way, Jose."

Later:

Kokichi: "More importantly, we gotta solve this mystery! Fighting among friends is a waste of time."

That literally contradicts what he just said... but it lines up with exactly what GONTA said. And Kokichi seems to know the whole trial...

--- Me Being an Idiot:

Kokichi calling Shuichi Shumai.

Shumai and Makiroll.

Awe so cute :,)

Monokuma hating Sonic is so uncalled for, what did Sonic do to you?!?!

HELP I ACCIDENTALLY VOTED TENKO INSTEAD OF KOKICHI FOR THE VOTING PANEL OH MY GOD HELP I LOST A HEART FROM THAT TOO-

If Kokichi stutters one more time like that annoying ahh protagonist from "It" I'm going to literally crush him or something I don't know.

"OOH, YOU SO CLUMSY GURLLL!!!" <- He's so gay oh my god-

Goddam liarrr, Kokichi you suspiciousss~

TSUMUGI I LOVE YOU BUT DON'T SPOIL HIS GODDAM LIE-

--- Confession by Kokichi?:

He didn't do it, did he?

He's working with Monokuma?

"Well, then... the culprit is Gonta."

...

What...? He said it so easy... so... simple... is that right? Was I right? What in the world...?

KILLING GAME BUSTERS?! *laughing and crying at the same time*

"WHY I CAN'T BE THE CULPRIT!" oh shit he's gone insane what the fuck.

I KNOW WHY GONTA SAYS HE DIDN'T DO IT (he did kill Miu) IT'S BECAUSE HE GOT THE CORD MIXED UP, THE RED AND BLUE ONE FOR MEMORY AND PHYSICALITY! HE MIXED THEM UP AND DOESN'T REMEMBER ANYHTING FROM THE VIRTUAL WORLD! THAT'S WHY HE WAS SO CONFUSED BEFORE! NOT BECAUE HE'S DUMB, BUT BECAUSE HE'S PHYSICALLY FORGOTTEN!!!

KOKICHI IS BEING SO MEAN, EVEN IF IT IS GONTA THAT'S TOO FAR!

Never comment negatively on somebodies intellectual ability, that's just so cruel...

Kokichi losing his shit... goddam that poor, misunderstood kid. I'm not making him fanon, but he's being truthful and trying to save everybody and nobody believes him... nobody wants to believe him...

Kokichi just moved up in my personal ranking.

--- Well, on that note it's 10pm where I am, I'll finish the rest tomorrow! Less than two hours to go!

Okay gang, welcome... back? No, you read one sentence to get here, welcome ME back!!! /j

Alrighty I googled it and I have about an hour and a half left of this trial, not long! Let's smash it out, whoo!

--- Incriminating Evidence:

Oh I come back to 2 health hearts. And then get the first question wrong, how cute. <3

Oh my gosh Gonta's VA is actually doing really well "Gonta not lying! You need to believe Gonta!!!"

"But... Gonta holds chopsticks with this hand"

"UWAAAHHH! But that's your left hand!!!"

--- Kokichi Being a Little Bitch (we stan him)"

KOKICHI IS EVIL OH MY GOD! Best antag moment.

So I was right... it is Gonta...

"Miu Iruma's killer... is Gonta Gokuhara!" What a powerful line. Goddam Kokichi you served.

AUGHHH ARGUMENT ANAMENT AUGHHH I HATE ARGUMENT ANAMENT!!!

"Gonta, I'm going to look back at the whole case one more time. When you're convinced, you just let me know, alright? Let's end this together." <- SHUICHI IS SO SWEET AHH :(

NGL I love the final case thingy music. Would Miu have gotten away with murder if she had killed Kokichi? Nope. Would I like to see Kokichi dead strangling? Kind of, it'd be interesting.

Shuichi getting eyeliner in his neo-world avatar makes me happy.

And the sign has the word Mirai on it, like SDR2 "Hotel Mirai".

POOR GONTA OH MY GODDD

--- End of the Trial:

I GOT AN A AGAIN, I GOT 249 COINS, I GOT -2000 FOR MISSING AND PERFECT SCORE FOR RETRY (I had 2 hearts for almost all of the trial.)

ALTER-EGO GONTA?! SO CUTE OH MY GOD!!!

"So... Gonta no could save everyone?" Screaming and crying.

"Just... promise Gonta, everyone can forgive eachother and be friends..."

Kokichi: "W-WAIT, PLEASE! I don't want this! Don't go, Gonta!" <- Fuyuhiko, Ishimaru, Shuichi, Aoi energy???

"Gonta love you all" NO NO NO NO NO NOOOO DON'T. I'M GONNA CRY NO PLEASE NONONONONOOOOO :(

--- And the BEST antagonis Award Goes TOOOO!!!

Kokichi Ouma. What the fuck.

I BELIEVED HIS TEARS, HE LIED IN GONTAS FINAL MOMENTS, HE LIED, HE MANIPULATED EVERYBODY, HE WENT INSANE, AND NOW HE'S GONNA DO A TOGAMI AND TELL EVERYBODY KAITOS SECRET???

Put Byakuya togami in a room with this bitch and he does NOT stand a chance.

--- Kaito Being Sick:

KAITO. OH MY GOD HE'S VOMITTING BLOOD AGAIN AND TRYING TO HIDE IT FROM EVERYBODY OH GOD-

(Kaito coughing up blood and dying:

Also Kaito: "My cold just got worse... that's all.")

My Saimota v Kaimaki self is going insane over this plotline guys. (I don't multiship-)

--- End of the Chapter:

KOKICHI WALKING IS SO DRAMATIC...?

Oh Kokichi is red...?

"The world is mine - Kokichi Ouma"

... oh?

--- FINALLY!:

WHAT A CHAPTER! WHAT A FUCKING CHAPTER, HOLY SHIT! I WAS RIGHT ABOUT SO MUCH OF THE CASE, THAT WAS AMAZING, THAT WAS CRAZY WHAT THE FUCK OH MY GOD I CAN'T EVEN BRO-

V3 is getting really good.

THIS IS MY FAVOURITE TRIAL IN THE WHOLE FRANCHISE, LIKE OMG THIS IS SM BETTER THAN MY PREV FAVOURITES, I LOVE THIS TRIAL SM MORE THAN CHP2 THH AND CHP5 SDR2 OH MY GOD THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD WHAT????

Okay that's all bye guys :3

[lavendercrumbleshake]

Hello, My name is LavenderCrumble! U can call me Lav or Miss Crumble for short ♡

Some things u should probably know about this blog

*~▪︎☆°♡ This blog is a cutesy, semi-nsfw blog, so some the posts that I write, like or repost will not be safe for work, if u don't like this please block, not report, if u are a minor do not follow me please I will block u.

*~▪︎☆°♡ I am a plus size (kinda working on it as best I can atm) black girl who is 19 years old, & want to make friends & mutuals that are also 18 or older on tumblr, pinterest & on discord, I will link my discord server & other socials here for anybody that wants to join, if anyone has any fun discord servers or other social accounts that are sfw/nsfw u would like to invite me to then my asks are always always open♡

*~▪︎☆°♡ Any pictures that u see on this blog aren't mine and are from Pinterest, Tumblr, or Twitter unless stated otherwise.

*~▪︎☆°♡ Some of my current interests include:

drawing

coloring

anime

anime pop-up places (cafés, merch pop-ups, anime cons, ect) I wanna visit them when I get the opportunity xc

kawaiicore fashion, j-fashion, or just most alt fashion styles in general

makeup

maid cafés

sanrio (but notably kuromi, rilakkuma, korilakuma, hello kitty & my melody)

kawaii cafés

kawaii & sexy costumes/cosplays

cooking (especially asain food recipes)

kawaii bento boxes

cute kitchen appliances, cooking utensils, kawaii bento tools (like the hello kitty rice mold for example) pots, ect (preferably in pastel purple, or of cartoon characters like sanrio mascots)

asian snacks

kawaii food & drink recipes (I wanna recreate kawaii food plates from maid cafés or bento boxes like the ones on my pinterest board, or food from different animes)

super sonico & super pochaco(idk much but I love their mascots their sooo cute! I heard super sonico has an anime n i wanna watch it >v<)

cartoons

anime figurines

gloomy bear

sweet/dessert smelling perfumes & body products

games & gameplay videos(Mostly horror games, story games, visual novel games, RPGs or all of them together)

Tumblr stories/tumblr headcanons/tumblr concepts & prompts (particularly monster fantasy themed stories or relationships, & semi dark headcanons, like some Yan! headcanons for example, monster bf/husband, and Dom bf/husband (idk why I like these but some of them are just fun to read even if i don't resonate with them personally per sey, still trying to figure it out) among others, there really isn't any particular characters that i like for this)

Tbh that's just to name a few, I have a lot more interests than that lol

*~▪︎☆°♡ My favorite colors are usually pastels purple, pink, blue, yellow & green in that order, but I also like most darker colors too, like chocolate brown, black, or dark red, but my least favorite color is and will almost always be orange, idk why I don't like that color much

*~▪︎☆°♡ As is the nature of tumblr, I will also be putting my random thoughts & mentally ill rambling on here too lol, both sfw & nsfw. I love this chaos platform♡

*~▪︎☆°♡NSFW Interests/Kinks

(Plz note that I am a virgin so all of this are just fantasies that I want to try with someone who really cares about me & who I really trust one day)

Soft doms

Giving thighjobs

Giving Assjobs

Giving Pantyjobs

Cockteasing (almost anything that involves giving a guy a huge boner basically)

Humping/Grinding

Handjobs

Blowjobs(I wanna try to give one but I have a bit of a gag reflex rn ;< i need 2 get stuff 4 practice)

Cockwarming(wanna build up to this at some point)

Size difference(both in height & d size, im 4'11 rn due to spine compression from scoliosis but with improved stretching im 5'1)

Praise kink(I like being praised)

Worshipping kink( I want a group of paypigs to buy me all that I want & to worship the ground I walk on lol)

Possible Breeding/knotting kink (No Pregnancy or mentions of it) ( I kinda wanna know what it feels like tbh)

Possible rope/bontage kink (I'm kinda exploring this one too bcuz I wanna be comfortably tied up but I have physical disabilities)

HARD LIMITS: SCAT, GORE, PISS, INCEST/FAUXPLAY, ABCG KINK, PATRIARCHY KINK, SLAVEPLAY, RAPEPLAY RACEPLAY, HARD SPANKING, VOMIT, KNIFEPLAY, ect

Anything I haven't mentioned here u can just ask & I will update accordingly ♡

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[straykidsnerd255]

Heliotrope and Honeysuckle

Pairing: Ace D. Portgas x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff

Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KuyFS3tdf8Y, 

A thousand years Male version acoustic version

Rating: G

Summary: Y/n finally has some time to spend with her lover, Ace. It’s been a year since the battle at Marine-ford, and all Y/n wants if for Ace to relax and not feel burdened. What better way than to lay in the sun in a flower field and enjoy time with the crew.

Ace had his eyes closed and his head on his arms. A well-deserved nap after fending off the Navy. Y/n, his girlfriend, was picking flowers and fastening the flowers together into a crown. She giggled before placing the crown on Ace’s head. “Ace! You look so pretty with the crown!!” She giggled when he opened an eye and tilted his head just a bit to see the flower crown. He smiled before sitting up. Y/n immediately moved to fix the crown and set it nicely on the top of his head. 

Ace chuckled before crossing his legs and his arms. He smiled when she copied his movements but looked at him with a raised eyebrow. However, Ace was curious. Why did she make the crown out of heliotrope and honeysuckle? He turned to look at her before his curiosity got the better of him. “Why did you choose these two flowers?” Ace asked, scooting closer to her and taking her hands in his. Y/n giggled. He watched her reach into her bag and pull out a book. Y/n flipped through the pages before stopping. “Here. Read this.” She said, handing the book to him. 

Ace took the book and began to read. “While the rose is revered as the flower of romance and prosperity, the heliotrope represents eternal love. One normally brings the heliotrope into the relationship when they know that the person they love, truly loves them back. 

The honeysuckle, admired for the sweet scent and vines of pink and orange flowers, the honeysuckle is known for its symbolic nature of devotion and everlasting love.”

Ace stared at the book before closing it and looking up at her with wide eyes. She was smiling softly, a contrast from the childish smiles and laughter that had filled the air before. “My mother and father told me all about flowers when I reached 18 years old. My father, when he first met my mother, had given her roses on their first date. By their fifth date, my father had gifted my mother honeysuckles and heliotrope flowers.” Y/n smiled, she leaned back against her hands and looked up at the deep purple and blue sky. 

“I always dreamed of finding someone who I could give those flowers to. I have dated many people before you. None of them however come close to how you make me feel. That’s why I made that flower crown out of heliotrope and honeysuckle.” Y/n turned to face Ace only to find him a mere inch from her face. His dark eyes filled with an emotion she had never seen before. “Well, then I’ll have to find a bouquet for you at the next town we visit,” Ace whispered, his lips barely brushing against hers before he dipped forward and pressed his lips to hers. 

His hands moved to cradle her face while her arms wrapped around his neck. Tears filled her eyes as she felt the gentle warmth slipping from Ace as he pressed closer to her. Pulling away from the kiss, both Ace and Y/n pressed their foreheads together to catch their breath. “I love you,” Ace whispered, still very much out of breath. Y/n smiled, leaning forward she pressed her lips against his in a chaste but loving kiss. “I love you too, Fire Fist Ace.” She said, using his nickname. Ace’s heart fluttered in his chest. Y/n soon moved to sit beside Ace and lay her head on his shoulder. “Let’s watch the sky for a moment. I’m sure white beard wouldn’t mind.” Y/n giggled when Ace pulled a face. 

{A few hours later}

“Geez Y/n, you could have told me you were getting tired. We could have gone back to the ship earlier.” Ace mumbled, no real bite behind it. A smile sat on his lips while she slept, her face buried in his neck. He had red dusting his freckled face but he didn’t mind. He loved her and knew that she loved him back. Ace tightened his hold on her slightly before jumping. He grinned when the wind blew around him as he bounced from rooftop to rooftop before landing on the Moby Dick. 

“What were you two up to?” Marco’s voice called out startling Ace for a moment. “Y/n and I were just playing in the flower Field after shaking off some Navy officers. Nothing super big.” Ace said, shrugging his shoulders as he held Y/n closer to his chest before walking to his room. Marco smiled before waving his goodbye and walking back to where Whitebeard was. He laid her on his bed and smiled before laying down next to her. Ace pulled her against his bare chest and sighed. He closed his eyes and fell asleep. 

When the morning rays filled the room, Ace woke to Y/n nowhere in sight. He sat up in bed fast before hearing laughter from in the kitchen. Ace stood from the bed and stretched. A satisfying pop was heard and a sigh of bliss left his lips. He grabbed his hat before slipping it around his neck so it hung down on his back. He slipped his shoes on and walked towards the kitchen, the laughter growing louder and louder. He slipped into the kitchen and his lips turned upward. He watched as Y/n flipped food around and created a spectacle that the rest of the Whitebeard crew cheered and clapped for.

“What’s on the menu this morning?” Thatch asked, walking into the kitchen with a grin on his still very much tired face. Y/n giggled. “Well, it's a special breakfast today. It's the year after Ace was rescued from Marineforde.” She gave the entire crew the biggest smile but Ace knew deep down she was still in pain from that battle. Ace moved from where he was standing and snuck behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and snuck a quick kiss to her neck. “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. I won’t be fighting Teach for a while. That is until I can figure out his weakness.” Ace whispered so only she could hear him. She giggled before her look of anguish disappeared. 

The rest of the morning consisted of laughter, screaming, storytelling, and everyone drinking to their heart's content. Ace had practically devoured all the food and was happily sleeping on Y/n’s lap when Marco sat down next to her. Y/n continued to run her fingers through her lover's hair before turning to look at Marco. “I don’t think how much we owe you for helping us save Ace that day Y/n,” Marco said, looking straight ahead and taking a swig of his ale. Y/n laughed heartily. “I don’t think that I did much though.” She said, her fingers switching to gently scratching Ace’s head. Said male shifted and sighed in delight. Marco rolled his eyes. “You did more than you think. When you appeared on that battlefield, everyone stopped. You managed to get Ace on the boat and got Pops on the boat as well. Who knew that you ate the Sutansutan akuma no mi*” Marco mentioned, giving her a side glance before finishing off his drink. 

Y/n chuckled. “I only did what I thought was necessary at the time. I didn’t think that my fruit would be of use that day. It's a pretty weak fruit after all.” Y/n lifted her head and looked at the clear blue sky, the occasional cloud floating past. Marco stood from where he was sitting. Before leaving, he patted her head and walked back toward the others that were still partying. Whitebeard laughed and lifted his cup and cheered with the others. Y/n looked down at Ace, a smile drifting across her lips before she leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I will protect you no matter what.” She whispered.

{Later in the afternoon}

Ace sat near the side of the boat as the water flew past them. Y/n stood next to him, a smile on her lips. “You know, I don’t know where I would be in the world right now if I hadn’t met you, Ace,” Y/n whispered, leaning her head against her crossed arms that sat on the railing. Ace lays his chin on his arms and looks over the water that laps at the side of the ship. A smile appeared on his lips before turning to her. Y/n looked at him and returned the smile. “What do you think you would be doing right now?” He asked. Y/n thought for a moment. “Well, I think I would be stuck in my hometown doing nothing but housework and selling flowers,” Y/n said, remembering her life before Ace appeared in it. 

“Hey, love birds! You two are gonna miss the food!” Thatch yelled. Y/n turned and looked at Ace with a mischievous smirk on her lips. “Race ya.” She said before darting from the side of the ship and running to the food. Ace was shocked for a solid second before he darted after her. Once the two of you joined in on the feast laying before the crew, Ace pulled Y/n into his lap and his arms wrapped around her waist. She rolled her eyes but giggled. She grabbed a plate and filled it with food before she started to eat while splitting some of what she had gotten on a plate for Ace to eat. 

“You two are so gross.”

“I think they are cute together.”

“He is so damn lucky that she came when she did during the battle.”

Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small blush that stained her face. Ace wasn’t doing any better. He had his face buried in her back and he was bright red. Y/n laughed loudly when the rest of the crew started laughing and Ace’s arms tightened around your waist. She placed her hand over his hand and her laughter died down til she was just smiling. “I didn’t really do anything. My devil fruit isn’t that strong.” She said, trying to play it off. “What are you talking about? The Sutansutan akuma no mi isn’t as strong as you think it is.” Y/n said, looking at everyone with a raised eyebrow. Ace laid his chin on her shoulder before pressing a kiss to her neck. “You have the ability to stun anyone that isn’t an ally to you or Whitebeard. I’d say that’s pretty powerful. You used it on the Admirals and had them shaking in their boots while you and Luffy rescued me.” Ace said, smiling against her neck, and closing his eyes. 

When the party died down, Y/n looked around the deck to find everyone laying against the wall, the ground, or leaning against something as they slept. Y/n smiled softly as she looked over the people that she had grown so close to. She looked down when Ace nuzzled closer to her stomach and a smile appeared on his lips. She smiled softly. Her hand moved towards his black hair to card them through. “You are such a cat when you are drunk. You are such a dork, Ace.” Y/n mumbled before she finally succumbed to sleep. 

*sutansutan akuma no mi- Stun Stun devil fruit*

[campmcskin]

Color and saturation tips, for Minecraft skins!

Minecraft skins have a very low resolution. This means it is much harder to get a lot of information into the space we are given. Dark colors against a light color will add a lot of information and look like a dark shadow. Deep shadows on light surfaces are typically something you want to avoid.

To the left are two light colors. Notice how the values (V) barely moved? With how bright the top color's value/lightness is, it would be really sudden to make it much darker. A nice truck to make a color appear darker, is to move the hue and saturation just a little. Your lightest color should have the least amount of saturation and your darkest should have the most/almost the most.

As these light colors get darker, you can start moving all three sliders more! Don't be afraid to experiment with random hue shades as well. With every new color, you should have a different hue.

You typically want your lightest color in a palette to have the smallest number in the saturation slider (S). The darkest should have the most saturation.

(I like this side of the palette) c:

If colors are too saturated, they can look unnatural.

Notice how the first few colors are similar in brightness? This keeps the palette from getting too dark too fast.

Lighter :D

Bright colors can't be treated the same as dark colors any small changes looks huge.

Additionally, highlights that are lit by white light reflect all of the colors from the light back. When all the colors are bounced back like this, it keeps the white/desaturated color because we assume the surface isn't absorbing surrounding colors. So light colors should be less saturated if they are the highlights.

And finally, the original palette for the hair and skin are clashing because they are so similar. Both rely heavily on bright yellow highlights with warm red shadows.

To the left is the lovely T Swift. When selecting colors from her skin, they all fall under the red hue. Most light skinned folks have a red undertone to their skin (Of course not all, but it's a pretty safe assumption for art :D). Humans are big walking sacks of blood, red shows up a lot in our skin color. Not so much a very saturated yellow. Some yellow, orange, pink, purple, and blue variations are normal, but not usually in extremes.

Original from @emeraldliker on Planet Minecraft! Give them a follow, amazing content!

(I usually treat the bangs like one big shape, but that's a personal preference)

Taylor really is red

[gryficowa]

I know it's trivial, but I don't know if anyone noticed that I don't use pastel colors that are often used, it's trivial, but there is a reason, I just don't like bright colors

I mean, pastel colors are nice, but I'm tired of the idea because I prefer what I call "Dirty" colors (i.e. darker ones, e.g. from old animations, it's most visible in Soviet cartoons that I grew up with)

I use Krita because its colors work best, I mean, I know it's strange that a graphics program makes differences (Because it's usually a feature of screens that display colors differently, but there is a strange feature that when I use other graphics programs and choose this one the shade itself, it is suddenly "Clear" and "Light", that's why I always say I use krita, because other graphics programs have "Weird colors" for me, because seriously, it's strange when you use another program and suddenly the color is more intense than in the program you are using)

I am one of those people who, for example, prefer the original graphics of Minecraft than those from advertisements, because for me the graphics from advertisements are too… Clean, I just prefer dirty graphics, because for me it is more interesting and prettier, and as I saw, the Minecraft fandom has retreat

Sorry, but for me this official illustration is too flat, the characters may look ok, but this background is flat, you can see it next to the tree leaves

I don't understand people what they download fashions to make them look like they're from ads, it's just that leafless trees are so bruh, and that blue water… It is transparent in the game

I simply prefer less bright colors and yes, in today's programs it is possible to achieve them and I am surprised that everything is too bright… I mean, I understand, it is less tiring to the eyes, but it's just different for me, darker colors make me they calm down and are less tiring, while bright ones make my eyes tired, so when I use pastel colors, then I mix them with darker ones

I will never understand why people prefer bright colors so much, there are simply too many of them

In addition, I am a person who has slight problems with distinguishing shades of colors (I am not colorblind, as far as I know), in short, I have a problem with distinguishing some colors that are too similar to each other, e.g. a certain shade of orange and red, here's an example:

When they are together I can tell them apart, but when they are apart I have a big problem

And the worst thing is that in primary school, in coloring tasks (you know, the numbers and the color for them) were often separated, so I didn't care, if they had used a different shade of red or orange, it would have been easier for me, but they used ones that I can't tell the difference

I also don't distinguish the derivatives and often don't know the names, so if you ask me which pink is powder pink, I won't be able to help, sorry, but I'm a girl who doesn't understand names and colors, for me pink is pink, it can be lighter or darker, but for me there is no name and well, don't ask me to look for a powder pink…

For me, Hatsune Miku has blue-green hair, so I can tell her hair apart, compared to people who can't tell if her hair is green and blue, so I don't have a problem with that, which is interesting (I call this color "Mint" , but that's not its name, it's my childhood mistake and I don't know where I got the name for this color, when mint is a different color, but it happens sometimes), I have the same with lavender, so these are the only derivatives that I understand and know their names

However, the thing with indigo is that I confuse it with navy blue, so yes, I know the name, but I have trouble distinguishing it (i.e. like with orange and red)

So when you see orange and not red in the Palestinian flag, you already know that it's my problem with distinguishing the two colors

I can't call it colorblindness (Because colorblindness is something else, you rather have trouble distinguishing two colors that are much different from each other, e.g. confusing green with red)

It's more like confusing colors because they are too similar and nothing more

But coming back, I don't like to use bright colors because there are too many of them

I really like what I call "Dirty Colors" because they are more interesting to me

[mach-speed-spin]

Beyblade character design analysis: Akira Yamatoga

Link to the masterpost. I have no idea what any of Akira's design means right now so let's see what I can uncover

Starting with the hair, it's pink. Why? Normally in Beyblade unnatural hair colors are used to match the color of the bey/avatar, Anubis has very little pink (the orb in its chest has pink lights). I thought about it for a bit and came to a possible conclusion. Akira is presented as non-threating 90% of the time, but he is a strong blader who put up a good fight against Zac. The pink hair might be a part of that non-threatening image (related). If Anubis (the bey) had pink in its design, it'd be a different story, since the hair would draw attention to the bey, but by keeping the pink relegated to the avatar (and such a small part of it), it makes Akira seem less threatening without feeling completely out of place

His eyes are red. Unnatural eye color in my shonen anime? More likely than you think. Again, Anubis only has red in the avatar (and again, a small part of it), but red eyes are generally considered threatening. You don't notice it at first because your attention is on the hair, but it's there, which fits Akira's personality perfectly

Akira wears a scarf. It's easily what stands out the most in his design (besides the hair), so it should be important, but it's not obvious what it means. The color matches Anubis's avatar more and the blue stripes are also present on the bey. As for the reason it's a scarf (instead of any other accessory), I guess it's because it can look "messy." Akira's design is messy, but clearly deliberate (again, probably meant to fit the non-threatening look). Looking at Akira, without knowing the character, you wouldn't assume he'd make one of the strongest characters struggle to beat him

Akira's shirt is yellow because it matches Anubis, with the blue in the sleeves also matching Anubis. As for it being a slightly oversized long-sleeved v-neck, like the scarf it makes his look more messy. Akira looks like he wakes up and picks out the first piece of clothing he sees, hardly fit for a pop star to rival Zac. Zac (and the audience to a degree) underestimate Akira until he battles Zac and shows how good he is

His vest also matches Anubis's color scheme. The white stripes match the striped pattern on his bey, and the entire thing helps Akira fit more in Beyblade (which leans towards more detailed designs)

Akira wears fingerless gloves because he's a blader and bladers tend to wear fingerless gloves. Not much else I can say there

His brown pants don't directly match Anubis's color scheme, but complement the yellow and orange pretty well. It also helps prevent the pink hair from being too overpowering over the yellow. He also looks like he tuck his pants into his socks?

His socks(?) are stripes in a way that reminds me of a mummy. Mummies = ancient Egypt = Anubis. It's not much of a stretch

The length of his boots (and socks) helps make the socks visible without showing too much. Make the boots shorter and the socks become too obvious. Make the boots and socks shorter and no one's gonna see them. As for the color, it matches the rest of Akira's clothes. The yellow/orange/brown/ combination is necessary to keep the pink hair from being too distracting

Conclusion: Akira's design is a clusterfuck but things fit a little too well to be just a clusterfuck. I'm sure there's a lot more to it, but I can't find it. It's like mining for gold. I know there's gold in the region, but hell if I can get it

[bphantom01]

ARC V MONTH DAY 17 - A Salad of Heavenly Proportions

Bumper-Cars & the Yu's!

A/N: yeah ik I haven't posted anything (plus haven't been active for like 2 days) & I apologize for that. I've just been feeling rather burnt out (& this one was written in advance. I just had to tweak it here & there). This is set post-canon btw

Also, this is one of the shortest pieces ive written only at 2009 words.

Relationship/s: only platonic

Warnings: the usual cuss words & OOCness, prolly

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“Guys, come on! Fasterrr!” Yuya yelled eagerly to the other three boys behind him. “Come on, come on!”

“Yeah, guys? Why're you all so slow?” Yuri said as he casually ran beside Yuya.

Yugo got kind of infuriated by that, and while yelling out “RrrrrrrRRAAAAAAAAUUUGHHHH!” with metaphorical but evident rage in his ocean blue eyes, he jogged faster and caught up with the other two.

Meanwhile, Yuto just rolled his eyes and continued walking in the pace and speed he already had.

Yuya groaned at this and he actually ran to his back and pushed him forward.

“Hey! I'm good!” Yuto protested, trying to move out of Yuya’s way.

“Nah-uh, Yuri's right: you're slow! C’mon!”

Yuri and Yugo were already near the booth, the one to the classic Bumper-Cars.

The aforementioned duo were currently racing to it now, just a few more feet for their outstretched arms to reach.

“I'm first…!” Yugo exclaimed, reaching out.

“Pff, nah.” In a blink of an eye, Yuri instantaneously just. Overtook him and ran wayyy faster than anyone expected.

Yugo gawked at Yuri's sudden burst of speed and slowed down until he just… Stopped out of sheer bewilderment.

“Ha-haha!” They heard Yuri shout cheerfully as he finally got to the counter and talked to the person in the booth.

Somehow, he didn't even look like he broke a sweat running. In fact, he looked like he was breathing… Fine.

“How-How in the freaking shadow realm did he just—!?” Yugo said, shaking his head.

“I guess that's what growing up in Academia does to ya,” Yuto shrugged, as he just casually let Yuya push him forward.

“I guess…” Yugo followed them.

—

“Yes, there's four of us,” Yuri said, nodding and motioning to the other boys behind him.

They finally got to him.

After a little while more of arguments, they were finally let in.

“I’ll get the blue one!” Yugo yelled, hopping straight into a blue bumper car with a big orange ‘777’ on it.

Yuya went and sat in a red-colored one with little and big yellow stars on it. “I'm taking the red!” He also put his goggles to his neck, as there was the possibility of them falling off.

“Ooh yeah.” Yuri jumped into a purple-almost-pink gradient one.

And Yuto went to a dark violet with a zig-zagged yellow lightning on it. “Nice…”

A countdown started, and the four got ready.

3,

Yuri's grin increased wildly, and his eyes shone much eagerness to just ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵐᵃᵗᵉ and ᶜʳᵘˢʰ them all.

2,

Yuto gripped the steering wheel tighter, and his right foot was on the pedal—ready to press down on it any time.

1,

Yugo fumbled with whatever the seatbelt system the car had. He doesn't know how it works nor how to put it on.

GO!

And that was it. The smell of some rubber and burnt electricity filled the air around them, and Yuya reveled in it, as it was a sign that bumper cars…

Had officially begun.

He pressed down hard on the pedal, and the bumper car shot straight forward.

“Ah!” he managed to squeal before bumping into Yuri.

Oh, no. Oh no oh no oh no…

Yuri turned to him, bloodlust in his eyes.

Yuya gulped. He was now Yuri's main target.

He quickly turned his wheel to the left and drove as quickly and as far away from the psychopathic cabbage as possible.

“Yuuuya-kun!” he heard Yuri say creepily, somehow managing to dodge and counter anyone who dares to go in his way.

“Ahhhhh!” Yuya continued to leave his wheel turning left, and for the next minute the two spent it by chasing each other around the whole area.

“AH HAW HAW HAW!” Yuri laughed maniacally, twisting and turning his wheel and boosting forward just to catch up to Yuya.

…that was, until Yugo hit him straight at the center, and because of that, Yuri got himself delayed.

“Quick, Yuya! Go now while you caannnn!” Yugo said, motioning him to move away.

“Oh, yeah!” Yuya drove away from the sight as soon as he could. “Good luck with him, Yugo!”

“Don't worry! He's no match for me… I hope!”

Yuya smiled at him gratefully.

It was fun for the next ten—probably—seconds, as he then got bumped by Yuto at the back. “Haha! Gotcha, Yuya!”

“Oh-hoho, you're next!” Yuya warned happily, turning his wheel and speeding up to go after Yuto.

“Whoops! Oh no!” Yuto laughed, driving away. “Ohhh yea—ACK!”

…he got hit by Yugo wayyy too hard.

“Ah! Sorry, Yuto! Yuri's after me and I can't escape him!” Yugo apologized as he desperately moved backwards and turned to the right.

Then, for some reason, Yuto decided to go after Yuri.

He spotted the damned cabbage at a corner across from him.

Wait… Yuya was after him, so… Hmm… Maybe he could make out this plan that formed in his head.

Smirking, Yuto drove to the side and bumped and moved across everyone until he was chasing right behind Yuri.

He looked to his back and saw Yuya chasing him madly.

Yuto smiled. Then, with a swift and sudden turn to the right when no one else was there, he watched as chaos unfolded.

Just as he expected, Yuya, with a face full of regret, slammed right onto Yuri's back, driving the latter straight forward to a random person who…

Hit another. And just like a domino effect, they hit the person in front of them which caused them to hit Yugo just a few feet away and made his car crash into a corner.

The eggplant couldn't help but laugh at his triumphant accomplishment—he just found it too hilarious.

From the other side, Yuri noticed this, and he whispered to Yuya. “Tomato-kun, look at him, laughing at us.”

“Yeah… What he did was pretty hysterical in my opinion,” Yuya reasoned, chuckling at himself.

“Nah… Why don't we get Fusion and team up to take him down?” Yuri suggested, chasing another random poor person.

Yuya thought of it as he tried to catch up to someone he himself was chasing. “Good idea!” he yelled. “I’ll tell Yugo!”

“Go on!”

When Yuya bumped into the person, he went beside Yugo and quickly told him how he wanted to foil Yuri's plan by telling Yuto to team up with him and Yugo to take him—Yuri, of course—down.

And that's it. Yugo told Yuto and he agreed.

With their three common, singular, stupid brain cells somehow working together without much supervision, the three managed to surround Yuri.

“Give up, Yuto!” Yuri started. “We have you surrounded!”

“I wonder about that,” Yuto grinned, pulling off the classic ‘Sore wa dou kana’ meme on Yuri, only this time it's not with cards.

Yuri tched. What does he mean by that? He had the advantage, Yugo and Yuya were on his side…

Or were they…?

Ah. Those traitors.

Shit's about to go down, right here, right now.

He looked to his left and saw Yugo get ready. To his right, he found Yuya.

And of course, to his front: Yuto.

The atmosphere was so thick, one could try to cut it and end up successful.

Even the other people just straight-up avoided them and went on with themselves a bit further away.

And in a flash, all three zoomed in on Yuri.

He tried to swivel away but still ended up crashing onto Yugo.

Of course, the other two slammed to them as well, and now they're just a group of cars spinning into each other like some hurtling hurricane or typhoon.

“HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE VICTIM NOW, YURI? HUH?!” Yugo screamed, a little too much enthusiasm in his voice. One could guess that he seemed to want to murder the Academian boy.

“I'll never know,” Yuri countered nonchalantly while trying to think of a way to get himself out of the pickle.

“Grr, I'll get you…!”

“Don't you three already have me though?” Yuri asked. “Or are you blind?”

“Face it, Yuri,” Yuto began, “you've lost!”

Yuya already sensed that something was… Off, though; Yuri was too calm.

“Yuto,” Yuri said, scoffing a bit condescendingly. “Where there's a will…” he looked behind him to make sure the coast was clear then grinned, “there's a way!”

He turned his wheel until he knew it faced backwards and pressed onto the pedal, making him charge backwards while laughing evilly.

He watched, amused, as they now just crushed into each other, with Yugo even hurling onto a random person.

“HAH! Fools—OOMPH!”

As he was not looking at where his car was racing backwards off too, Yuri smashed straight to the side, and that somehow almost sent the air out of him.

“DESERRRVE!” Yugo bellowed as another car plummeted behind him. “Oi! Watch it!”

The whole bumper car ordeal went on for another minute before they all finally came to a stop.

“Hm? Why am I not moving anymore?” Yuri asked, stepping on the pedal repeatedly.

“Relax, Yuri, that's just what happens when the Bump Cars ends—the electricity cuts off and you can't move anymore,” Yuya explained as he got out of his car.

“Ah, thanks for telling me that.” Yuri unbuckled and went out himself. “Was fun while it lasted…”

“No prob.”

“That was so AWESOME!”

They looked behind them and saw Yuto and Yugo walking towards them.

“Yeah, but it's time to go now,” Yuto sighed. “Hey, guys.”

“Hi, Yuto!” Yuya greeted, waving his hand high up in the air. “Where to next?”

“Ooh ooh! I wanna do bump cars again!”

“For once, I agree with Fusion-kun. Let's do it again,” Yuri proclaimed, for some reason while grinning wildly.

Noticing this, Yugo seemed to reconsider his suggestion. “Maybe we should just leave him out of it…”

“That's not fair now, I was the source of fun the whole time!”

“Yuri, to be honest, you spent most of it ‘bullying’ us and a bunch of other people in there.” Yuto had to face-palm at this. “So I second Yugo if we're ever to go in again.”

Yuya sighed as his counterparts—now turned brothers, actually; I forgot to mention that—continued their argument. “Hey, I think we should try something else.”

Yuto looked at him and nodded. “Yuya has a point, you know!” He meant to direct that to the other two.

“Yeah, Yugo. Yuya indeed has a point—I never should've listened to you,” Yuri said, ending their argument.

“And now you're just bullying me,” Yugo groaned, rolling his eyes. “But yeah! Yuya, why don't you decide?”

The pendulum user smiled at this, happy that for once they finally acknowledged him. “I was thinking of going for the swing ride next, actually!”

“Is that the thing that's like a carousel except there's chairs at the bottom chained to the ceiling and you spin high up in the air?” Yugo burbled, excitement clear on his hyperactive expression. ‘Please please please!’

“Yeah, that's the one,” Yuto was the one to confirm. “It will give you headaches if you use it more than once, tho—"

“Then that's great! Last one there has to feed one of Yuri’s hideous plants!” Yugo declared as he ran off to the direction of said ride.

“My Predaps are not hideous, and they're beautiful! You take that back!” Yuri shouted and quickly bolted after the blueberry-banana head.

“Well,” Yuya chuckled, “we don't want to touch Yuri's plants now, do we?”

“Absolutely fucking not,” Yuto said, disgust made evident in his monotonous but somehow still excited voice. “Let's go!”

Laughing, the two ran after the others, and finally they reached the other ride.

If anyone's wondering, it was poor Yuto who was last. He was dared to feed Yuri's Chlamydosundew (which Yuri simply calls 'Chlamy') when they got home. It was an idea he absolutely hated, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it, so he just accepted.

Otherwise, it was a fun day for the boys. They got into more rides, with food following soon after (which is a bad idea, I think? The Internet sadly doesn't have exact answers for this).

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Ending A/N: aaand done! Oh and bump cars usually last only abt 10-15 mins where I am, so let's pretend they don't here. but if where u r its longer, just disregard this ig. And im not sure if this is late lol...

[hphmmatthewluther]

Back By Midnight: Operation BULLSEYE - Part 4/4:

Previous chapters can be found here, here, and here!

It's here at last! The final chapter of this OPERATION is here! Writing this has been an amazing process over the last nine months and I'm so happy that so many people have enjoyed the spy au as much as I have!

Also, this story features characters from @akaisenhatake and @camillejeaneshphm!!

Taglist of peeps who might be interested (lemme know if you want to be added or removed!): @akaisenhatake​ @camillejeaneshphm​ @catohphm​ @fangirl-screaming​ @rosachaotic​ @ag907​ @nikyiscreepy​ @oseathepebble​

One other thing to note! From here on out, this story is going to be an original story, meaning the names of many characters have been changed. I'll be putting out a guide soon, but for now I hope you're able to figure out who's who!

Every few seconds, the wind whistled through the several bullet holes that were now scattered across the windows of the 28th floor of the building.A woman’s finger traced across one of them, the one closest to the lift. From there, she could see the position where the bullet had come from on the building opposite, as well as the flashing lights from the half a dozen police cars that had been summoned to the scene. She stepped away from the window, and over the dead body that was still lying there, blood soaking into the waxed floor. For a moment, she lingered, looking over the body and at the lift shaft, the doors having only now been fully deactivated. 

Then, for a split second, she saw it there. The memory of a pale hand which had flashed the V sign at her, before clanging against the lift as it disappeared. She scowled at the memory, before only then realising what had caused the clang: a silver bracelet-looking thing on the person’s wrist. It could have been a watch, but she would have seen that from the position the hand was in. Her scowl softened for a moment. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

“Meredith!” came another woman’s voice from the open door. “In here, if you would.”

At once, Meredith Sharrow started down the corridor, as two people in forensic suits walked the other way towards the corpse. Before she went inside the room, she tried to get her face into a neutral expression, dusting down her black jacket and skirt and tidying her brown and orange hair, as well as getting any sleep out of her eyes, trying not to nudge her pink contacts. It was, after all, early in the morning by now. She came into the room, wondering why whoever this was couldn’t have broken into their London headquarters at a more reasonable time. But she couldn’t think about silly complaints like that right now. Not considering who had called her in.

Meredith stepped through into the room, just as sleek and modernist as the rest of the building, and was greeted by a woman in her early forties with long orange hair, and a long red overcoat. There was also a large sniper rifle in her right hand, which she promptly put down. Meredith nodded to her, hoping it didn’t look like too much of a bow. “...High Priestess.”

“Oh please, “Miss Warwick” will do just fine, Miss Sharrow.” Pamela Warwick closed the door behind her and gestured to the room. Just as there was in the corridor, several bullet holes were present in the glass. Others were in the room too; someone taking inventory of the items in the room, two men examining what looked like a small silver cuboid, and a police officer trying to talk to a blonde man shivering in a seat, his legs bouncing up and down.

“...Miss Warwick.” Meredith began, “Is this the Fool who was in the room with the intruder?”

“Indeed he was.” Warwick sighed, “The whole experience seems to have been a little too much for him.” her eyes darted to the side for a moment before continuing. “But he’s the only lead we’ve got, or more accurately, the only lead we have before Mr Wakabayashi shows up. He’s due back here in just a few minutes…though he will have to take the stairs.”

Meredith understood what Warwick was asking of her. Nodding once more, she made her way over to the police officer, who unlike this witness, was clearly no fool. She nodded to him and he returned the gesture, before making his way out of the room. The blonde mouse-faced man looked up at her. Meredith looked back down, and tried not to laugh.

“So…seems you’ve been through the wringer tonight, Mr…” she began taking a clipboard and pen in her hands, before looking to him for an answer. He looked up at her, his lip quivering. “Mr…” she repeated, tapping the pen against the plastic of the clipboard. That always hurried people up.

“I-I’m…I’m, b-, um…Benedict. Benedict Godwinson…i-it says over…” he pointed to the sign on his desk, which sure enough, had his name on it. Meredith scowled. How on earth had she missed that? She’d lost valuable seconds over this!

“Right, right…” she sighed, “now, getting to what you saw. Why did you let the intruder take the device?”

His eyes widened in fear. “I-I didn’t know! H-He said he was part of the IT Team, a-and Mr Wakabayashi wanted him to do some work on the device!”

Meredith rolled her eyes, overhearing that the man in question had arrived and was going up the stairs at this very moment. “Fine, fine…what gave him away? When did you realise he wasn’t who he said he was?”

“W-When the guard started banging on the door…h-he said he’d get us both…a-and I didn’t know what to do, but then…the intruder told me, he said to not worry and that it’d be ok.”

Meredith took a mental note of that, if not writing it out fully. Benedict made him sound like some kind of Gentleman Thief. She didn’t expect someone like that to actually exist. Looking down at the notes the police officer had taken, she saw a circled in bullet point that read “CAN NOT REMEMBER PHYSICAL APPEARANCE - PANIC?”. That didn’t help, but at least she knew not to ask. Suddenly, she heard footsteps growing louder and louder. “...Is there anything else you can remember? Anything at all?!”

Benedict shuddered as she asked the question, blinking rapidly. “I…I…I dunno, it was all so loud and disorienting with the bullets and the flashes, but…I do remember…he put his hand to his ear a lot of times.”

Bingo. One of the oldest mistakes in the book. It reminded Meredith of one of the Bond films, where someone Bond was working with gave themselves away by constantly pressing his earpiece. On a subconscious level, she’d already attached the word “spy” to whoever this intruder was. “...Very well. Thank you for your time…I imagine you’ll get some paid leave or something.” she said, smirking, before walking away and handing the clipboard to Warwick.

“Our intruder was cordial to a fault, able to get up here without anyone noticing, and had an earpiece. Which means this wasn’t a simple burglary.” Meredith reported, returning to her neutral expression once more.

Warwick took the clipboard and examined it, before stashing it away in her bag. “I assumed as much from where I was positioned, but it’s good to have proof. Well done.” she said, as the footsteps grew louder still. “Here he comes…keep an eye on the person with him. Looks to be a Chariot.”

Walking down the corridor (Meredith saw that the body had been marked out and moved) came Ryuji Wakabayashi, who’d for some reason not changed out of his white suit he’d been wearing when he left the building. Alongside him was a woman who looked similar to Warwick from afar, with the long ginger hair, but was younger, only about Ryuji’s age. Meredith bit her lip when she saw how the trip up the stairs had tired the man. It made rushing to interrogate that mouse-faced man well worth it.

“High Priestess,” he said, nodding. “...Meredith.”

“Ryuji.” Meredith said curtly, gesturing to Benedict. “Might want to hold off on the ranks for just a moment, though.”

Ryuji craned his neck into the room, seeing Benedict still sitting there. “Oh, that fool…” he muttered, before clearing his throat. “Godwinson, you can go now, thank you.”

Benedict shot up, nodding, before leaving. “Th-thank you, Mr Wakabayashi, I-I’ll be off…” he whimpered, heading out, realising the lift was out, and rushing down the stairs.

Pamela cleared her throat. “Now we’re all here, we can get down to business.” She led them all into the room. Meredith watched as Ryuji frowned at the bullet holes and the missing ID machine. “...To start with, I can’t be the only one who thinks this was connected to what we all bar this Chariot here did yesterday.”

Ryuji wore an unmoving frown. “Why? We’ve done this dozens of times now, and we made sure to purge any data MI6 might have got, just like we always do.” he pointed out. “What’s so different this time?” he clicked his tongue as he wandered around the room. “And it was only the machine that was taken?”

Meredith nodded. “Correct. The intruder came here looking for the machine specifically, it would seem.”

The Chariot cleared her throat. “What’s more, there was a breach of the building’s mainframe at the same time as the intruder was in the building. All footage and data from that time is corrupted.” she reported.

“Thank you, Miss Campbell.” Ryuji said through gritted teeth. “This is all irrelevant, however, in the wake of the fact that this intruder succeeded. The fact that the only resistance they met along the way was one Minor Arcana. Well, and you, High Priestess.”

“That was only by chance.” Warwick pointed out. “There wasn’t much I could do considering I was shooting across a road at someone I couldn’t fully see. Believe me when I say you do not want to play the blame game with me. Especially not when we have a perfectly good deceased person to place the blame on.”

“Someone you shot.” Ryuji retorted. “But I suppose you’re right. You know that…he…doesn’t like infighting.”

“If that’s the case, he doesn’t like most people in Reflection.” Meredith muttered, causing Warwick to chuckle.

“Very witty, Miss Sharrow. A little surprising too, seeing as-” she looked like she was about to say something more, but each of them felt their phones buzz. They all took them out, and Meredith knew that each one had received the same message:

You are summoned to the Tower. Please arrive promptly. A meeting of the Senior Ranks will be held in response to recent developments with Operation TEMPERANCE.

Ryuji kept his face still. “Like we said, blame the corpse. Come along, we’ll take my jet.” He said, beckoning Miss Campbell and turning to leave. Before he went down the corridor, however, he turned to Warwick and Meredith. “Well? Coming?”

The two still in the room looked at each other before looking at Ryuji. “Really? In all the time I’ve known you, you’ve never invited us to fly with you.” Meredith observed. “What gives?”

“What gives is that the High Priestess and I have to work out a convincing story to tell at this meeting, and you’ll need to be there too in case anybody asks you.” Ryuji explained. 

Pamela sighed, before relenting and walking out the door. Ryuji turned to Meredith once more. “Come on. I don’t want to have to pull rank on you.”

“Bull.” Meredith hissed under her breath, grabbing Warwick’s sniper rifle and bag for her, making sure that the clipboard was still inside. As she left, she took one last look at the room, visualising the thief walking in, grabbing the device, knowing there was a chip to remove, ducking down, blinding the guard, escaping down the corridor. Another word for the intruder was very quickly replacing the word “thief” in her head. Apart from the word “arsehole”, that is.

***

For Meredith, the time between leaving the room and boarding the jet felt like nothing. Before she knew it, they had taken off from London City Airport (the area for private jets, not the bit everyone else went through). At least the jet lag wouldn’t be too bad when they landed; they’d be arriving at around 8pm local time and so would be able to more or less keep their body clocks stable. That didn’t concern Meredith, necessarily, but it was clear that it meant far more for Ryuji, who seemed even more irritable than usual, to the point that when the Chariot, who Meredith now knew to be Nessa Campbell (who happened to be flying the plane) described his anger as “needing his beauty sleep”, Ryuji simply got up and walked away from the others without a word.

“Typical.” Nessa sighed, returning her attention to the myriad controls in front of her. “I haven’t even flicked the “seatbelts off” sign.” A few moments later, she did, taking a moment to look at the door Ryuji had gone through before rolling her eyes and returning to her task at hand.

Meredith would have joined in on insulting Ryuji, but Warwick shot a pointed look at her. “Don’t be so quick to point and laugh, Miss Sharrow.” she said, examining the clipboard Meredith had procured for her earlier, “As the overseer of this Operation, the Lovers Wakabayashi will be the one covering for all of us. It’s a lot of pressure, something you may one day realise if you ever get promoted to a Senior Rank.” Meredith leant forward a little when she mentioned promotions. Warwick simply smiled back. “You’ve only recently been promoted from the rank of Devil, correct?”

Meredith nodded in reply. “Yes…this is my first assignment as a Hanged Man, Miss Warwick.”

“And you’ve done remarkably well. I imagine the Empress will be most pleased.” she reassured her, though she didn’t look up from the clipboard. “What did you mean here by “had help”? What gave you that idea?”

“The witness said that the intruder put his hand to his ear several times.” Meredith explained. “It would explain how the data became corrupted the very moment he stepped foot in the building and how he got away so quickly, especially when you consider…” she trailed off for a moment as she thought through what she was about to say, and whether it might get her in deep trouble.

“Considering what?” Warwick asked, finally looking up at her.

Meredith gulped silently. “Considering your testimony, where you said a loud car horn caused a distraction allowing him to leave your crosshair. And then there’s the fact that he couldn’t have fled the scene on foot…” she looked over to Nessa’s tablet, still open on the scrambled data. “Miss Campbell, would you mind if I borrowed your tablet for a moment?”

The Chariot nodded. “Of course, Hanged Man. It’s completely at your disposal.” she said, a phrase she knew off by heart by now.

Snatching up the tablet, Meredith began tapping away at the screen, flicking through various collated files on the incident. “All this stuff on cybersecurity…maybe the reason they could get in isn’t in the code, but instead…ah ha!” she minimised the tabs on firewalls and fibre optics and opened up another folder of corrupted video footage. “Look, Miss Warwick, the CCTV footage from the surrounding traffic lights is gone too, in the exact same style, but for about a minute or two longer than inside the building. Our intruder can’t have done it alone, the timing of the corruption simply doesn't add up.”

Warwick nodded, leaning back on her chair. “That certainly is a wrinkle. Especially when you consider mine and Wakabayashi’s shared conclusions on tonight's events.”

Meredith stayed very still, unsure whether Warwick was upset with the conclusion she’d reached, or angry, or wanted to erase any trace of it, or anything else. “Your conclusions, Miss Warwick?”

“Indeed. He may be in denial about it, but the famed “Byakko of Ice” knows when not to ignore a coincidence. I looked back at the aftermath of our explosive outing this afternoon and was surprised to discover that it was an ambulance that first came to the scene. Not the fire brigade, as any witnesses outside might have called for, but an ambulance. And the only way that could be the case is if someone inside had not been killed, merely injured.”

Meredith nodded, digesting this information. “...So the MI6 agent we wanted to take out…he survived, got medical attention, and came back to get revenge?”

“Perhaps, or maybe he contacted someone and they did it for him. Even before this, I had a strange feeling when we found the MI6 location in that old building. It was a far too aggressive move for them, and we should have known about it sooner. Perhaps our intelligence system simply missed it, deemed it too unimportant.”

“...Perhaps.” Meredith put down the tablet, and looking out the window watched as the jet flew across the Pacific Ocean. She got the nasty feeling that they were almost there, made even worse by the fact that she felt like she was missing something obvious. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before the jet was truly starting to descend, landing upon an airstrip surrounded by watchtowers, with military vehicles patrolling to boot. Home sweet home. They had their IDs and cards checked before being escorted onto one of the Jeeps, which sped out of the runway and down a long, winding road towards the more built up part of the island. Eventually, the Jeeps slowed down near a busy junction, which happened to be just a few metres away from the turnoff to The Tower.

“This always happens…” Ryuji groaned, rolling his eyes as the tourists in rental cars as well as some permanent residents drove past, no care for the fact that they had right of way, or that they more or less owned the island.

Meredith was growing more restless by the second, the stress of everything that had happened as well as the fact that a Meeting had been called all weighing on her brain. “...For god’s sake! Can’t they install traffic lights, or a roundabout, or something?!” she said, slamming her head back against her seat in frustration. Warwick merely watched on, with a slight amount of amusement on her face.

“Patience, Miss Sharrow. This junction always takes time, it’s the way the island-” but to her surprise, someone had actually stopped. Meredith leant out of the window to see a middle-aged man in a floral t-shirt and sunglasses (despite it being night) in an open-top expensive looking car. He smiled and gestured for the jeeps, and the drivers, seemingly surprised, took a moment to begin moving again. Meredith tried not to stare too much, but it was difficult for some reason. She needed that structure and order in her life again, the type that Reflection was normally so good at enforcing. Thankfully for her, the Tower was the best place for this.

The skyscraper stuck out like an incredibly sore thumb, towering over everything else on the Island. It was a miracle the land didn’t tilt slightly, Meredith thought to herself as they stepped out onto elegant red carpets with a golden zigzagged lining around the edges, leading up twin sets of stairs between three bronze fountains. Above the automatic doors which led into the reception area was that large red logo once more, the snake looming overhead as the group walked in. They were at once met by a group of people in white shirts and black waistcoats, who looked to Meredith like fools.

“Welcome to Reflection.” The one in front began, bowing slightly. “You’re just in time, Miss Warwick, Mr Wakabayashi, you’re both just in time for the meeting. I have also been told that Miss Sharrow and Miss Campbell have been invited to relax in the waiting area outside until the meeting comes to an end. Please, follow me.”

Meredith kept moving forward, down a corridor and into a lift, even if her legs were telling her to turn and run. But she couldn’t afford to look weak, especially not in front of Warwick or Ryuji, as the former would never respect her, and the latter would absolutely go straight to her aunt about it. Their guide pressed one of the uppermost buttons, before quickly stepping out and letting the lifts scarlet and gold doors close. The occupants of the lift turned to each other.

 “It appears that all of the higher-ups and representatives have been called.” Nessa said, reading off of her tablet. “...Doesn’t look like we will be late, fortunately.”

“I’ll be sure to let your aunt know you’re here, Meredith.” Ryuji droned, pushing his dark hair up slightly. “She may want a word, after all.”

To Meredith’s surprise, it was Warwick who spoke next. “Actually, Meredith pointed something out rather interesting to me whilst on the plane here. It should be on the Chariot’s tablet, and might come in handy when explaining our side of the story.”

Meredith merely nodded. “I’m glad I could assist, even if I’m not able to attend the meeting.”

Ryuji looked like he wanted to retort, but was interrupted by Warwick. “Look, you two can stop acting so formal, especially since we’re working together to save our careers. I’m aware you two have something of a rivalry, something about often being in the same division as you’ve worked your ways up.” she said, allowing herself to smile at the two and their shocked expressions. Meredith thought that she did pretty well, at least she didn’t drop her jaw like Ryuji did. “Yes, yes, I’ve done my research, as I do on everyone I work with.”

Time passed as the High Priestess and the Lovers discussed their story, the Chariot busy on her tablet, leaving the Hanged Man feeling like the world was turning upside down. Looking around, they thought back to the much less elegant and decorated lift in the building in London, how that pale hand had emerged to disrespect her before descending with the lift. The hand of a spy, with a silver bracelet…but why was it up there in the first place? Her eyes widened as her memory corrected itself, the presence of a card held by the hand whilst doing the two-finger salute now restored. Why? Her first thought was as a trophy, but then judging by what she knew about him, it somehow didn’t seem right. In her head, it all rested on whether or not the spy had broken in as a direct result of what had happened earlier that day or not.

Suddenly, the lift doors opened out into a smallish room with three doors, the left and right ones leading out into a balcony area. The group continued forward through the other door, into a room with red carpet and a few plants, as well as a pair of ornate double doors, covered in gold that snaked across their surface. Warwick gestured to the red velvet seats that dotted the room. “Chariot, Hanged Man, wait here. These meetings normally don’t go on for too long, but considering the circumstances…well. There are some magazines available.” she pointed over to a pile on a table near the wall. Without another word, she opened the grand doors, walking inside.

Ryuji took another look at Nessa and Meredith. “...You saw something in the smoke, didn’t you?” he asked the latter. “...Be very careful. When you get this high up, you’ll realise there are no such things as secrets.”

Meredith showed no reaction. “You have a meeting to get to, and a missing ID machine to explain.” she said simply, sitting down and grabbing one of the magazines. They were all almost a decade out of date, and some of them, she noticed, seemed to be for younger children. Ryuji turned towards the door which Warwick was holding open for him and left the room, the door closing behind the two with a loud slam.

Meredith turned to Nessa, but she was on the other side of the room, her back turned,  busy on her tablet. She leant back, remembering her time as a Chariot. It had been a lot of work, chauffeuring higher-ups around as well as monitoring the armoury and vehicles the company had at its disposal, as well as dealing for said arms and vehicles. Nessa likely didn’t also have the advantage of having an aunt who was a higher-up. It was then that she heard voices from within the other room.

“...is it true?”

“Hey, save it for the meeting, you know the rules.”

“What? I’m allowed to ask a little, aren’t I?”

Meredith blinked. Nobody below a Lovers rank was allowed to even know what happened in the Meetings. The room was supposed to be soundproofed, or so she’d heard. She very slowly tilted her head so her ear was closer to the wall, before immediately turning around when the door to the room with the lift opened. Her hand went to her gun on instinct when she saw the hooded figure, but didn’t pull it out. This was good, because on closer inspection this was one of the higher-ups. Although, admittedly, they weren’t exactly dressed like other agents.

His “hood” was in fact a medical fabric of some kind that covered a fully bandaged face, the mouth covered and the eyes dimmed under the layers of bandages. Below that was a formal suit with a green handkerchief in the pocket. He was eerily still, standing in the doorway for a moment, before turning to Meredith. “Pardon me. Has the meeting begun yet?”

Nessa and Meredith stared at each other for a moment. “N-no, I don’t think so.” Meredith stammered, not making direct eye contact with the masked figure, who merely nodded in response.

“Good, good…” he nodded at the both of them before walking forward, absent-mindedly scratching the wrapping below his right eye with one hand as he yanked open the door and walked into the meeting room, closing the door without a slam this time. Meredith sunk back into her seat, taking her hand off of her gun. There were certain divisions that kept to themselves, and you didn’t go near if you valued your life or career. The Moon Division, the area of expertise for deep cover operatives, was one of those divisions. They were higher-ups, but since they couldn’t send all of them to a meeting they had a representative who went instead. They called the guy who represented the Moon Division “Mr Nobody”. She’d always wanted to know why.

Nessa now had her eyes on her tablet again. Meredith leant right back against the wall, shutting her eyes as if she’d fallen asleep after a long flight. She concentrated on whatever slight fault there was in the walls of The Tower, and listened.

***

Meredith didn’t know what the room looked like, but from her aunt she’d heard that it was exceptionally elegant but dimly lit, with a long table in the middle that stopped at the far wall, on which was a large carving. It sounded too fantastical to be true, but when she’d peeked through the door when Mr Nobody stepped through that was exactly what she had seen. Without any visuals, her mind began to fill in the blanks

The meeting room was silent now, all gossip now spent. The higher-ups took their places, Warwick separating from Ryuji to sit further down the table. Ryuji, meanwhile, took his seat among the three other Lovers. He looked between them all, knowing them all fairly well: Estevao Raphael, who was currently scowling at the table, Lauren Brayden, who was savouring the last few seconds in which she was allowed to use her phone, and Pascal Brunel, who looked like he wished he had some popcorn. Meredith didn’t blame him. The most senior of the Lovers, Pascal had made no attempts to get a promotion, seemingly enjoying his position at the lower end of the top. Meredith had never understood his mindset, nor why he was allowed to keep his position, but at least he seemed to be happier than most people in the room.

The room was now silent. A side door had been opened, and out stepped a woman with brown hair in a red version of the clothes the receptionists had been wearing. This was no clueless fool, however, but a member of the island’s permanent staff, who also happened to be in charge of enforcement. The person in the seat Meredith imagined herself sitting in, Ryuji, looked down the long table. The Judgement representative walked past him and the rest of the Lovers, past Mr Nobody, past a woman in a lab coat, a man in a wheelchair with several sheets of paper in front of him, past Warwick, and past the two at the very end of the far edges of the table. He knew them very well indeed. On the right sat Maverick Cunningham, a middle-aged man with black hair in a quiff that made him look like if Elvis took up arms dealing. On the left was a woman around the same age as Cunningham wearing a deep purple overcoat. This was Vivian Sharrow.

Thus sat the highest ranking officials of Reflection, an organisation which seemingly found being a pharmaceutical company not thrilling enough, and decided to branch out into having hidden influence in every industry, especially the criminal industry. Maverick and Vivian, the Emperor and the Empress, turned to the large engraving on the wall. It depicted a man in robes with his right arm up holding a candle that burned at both ends, surrounded by a sword, cup, wand, and pentacle.  Above its head was the symbol of infinity, and above that was the roman numeral I.

The Judgement representative cleared her throat. “May I have your attention. Presenting the Magician, who calls this meeting to order.”

The giant monolith carved into the wall began to hum, and the outline of the Magician began to glow a neon red. A few seconds passed, and each Reflection member took out their card and placed it on the table in front of them. Ryuji did the same, taking a moment to look down at the card. It had always seemed rather strange to Meredith that he carried an image of two naked people as identification, but her mind was nowhere near that now. Soon enough, a voice emerged from within the carved wall.

“Welcome, my good friends.” the voice boomed. Meredith had expected a loud and deep voice, but instead it sounded rather calm and neutral. “I do apologise for calling all of you here, but I am afraid that the topic of this meeting is too important to avoid or to send in a simple message. To begin with, I must inform you all of the death of the Knight of Swords. His efforts to aid Reflection will be missed. I leave finding a suitable replacement for the position to the Empress.”

Meredith imagined her aunt nodding dutifully. “Thank you, Magician.”

The voice continued. “The more unfortunate news comes from the reason he was killed, and why I have summoned you all here. High Priestess, if you would brief the others on tonight’s events?”

Meredith heard a chair move as Warwick stood up. “At approximately 10 pm local time, an unknown intruder was found on the 28th floor of Reflection International’s London Headquarters. Entering through unknown means, he walked into the office on the floor, posing as an IT worker to an employee, before taking hold of an experimental identification device, codename T-LD…” Warwick explained. She took a pause for a moment. Meredith knew why. She was about to mention her role. “...At which time I, on the opposite building conducting a routine inspection, spotted the intruder and proceeded to prepare for elimination.”

“It was here that I called for security.” she continued. “The Knight of Swords was the first to arrive at the office, which the intruder had locked. The Knight proceeded to attempt to kick the door down, shouting threats to both the intruder and the employee.”

Meredith allowed herself to smile. Already, she was beginning to pin the blame on the deceased agent. “The Knight persisted in knocking and yelling, though that was not what allowed the intruder to escape my line of sight with the T-LD. Instead…it would appear that the intruder had one or more accomplices who created a distraction to allow the intruder a window to duck down, and was likely to be intentional as evidenced by the deletion of traffic light CCTV footage, as identified by a Hanged Man within the tower at the time, Meredith Sharrow.”

Meredith tried not to move her face too much. Getting mentioned in a Meeting like that, and by Pamela Warwick of all people? No wonder they didn’t let the lower-downs hear what happened, if she knew she’d been name-dropped she’d never shut up about it. As she had been thinking about this, Warwick had continued, moving on to the lift shaft.

“...the Knight then proceeded to engage the intruder within the lift shaft, making clear his knowledge of the fact that I would fire at whatever emerged from the lift doors. In spite of this, however, he was unable to apprehend the intruder. We believe they used a metallic weapon to strike the Knight, causing him to topple out of the doors and into the line of fire. He fully understood the level of efficiency needed, and failed. I shot the first thing that emerged from the lift shaft, as agreed.”

She couldn’t measure their expressions, but somehow Meredith knew that Warwick had quite literally got away with murder. Still, the mention of a metallic weapon…the way the metal thing on his wrist had bumped against the lift…it was so simple, and yet…Meredith then realised she should be focusing on the top-secret meeting. “...and escaped with the machine. I immediately arrived at the building, followed soon after by the Lovers and the Chariot driving him.”

There was a silence as all of this was taken in, as if it was being judged. “...thank you, High Priestess. Does anyone here have any objections to her telling of tonight’s events?” the Magician asked the table.

If they did, nobody said anything. “Very well. It pains me to discover that the Minor Arcana are unable to work under the efficient conditions of those with higher ranks. Perhaps we may need to revisit our training regimen to see what is needed. Emperor, you are in charge of this area. What would you say the priorities of the training are? What blind spot might need dealing with?”

Maverick cleared his throat, before beginning to speak in that smug voice of his. “Our training regimen is one of, if not the best in the world, Magician. It forces those who hope to improve to be ruthless and efficient in their tasks, to remain detached from anything that might bring them down, and to work in the modern world of private military affairs.”

“The modern world…I see…” the Magician hummed for a moment, as did Meredith. Why did this spy not seem to fit the many other mercenaries or opponents she’d come across? Why did she keep calling him a spy? It hit her then, though it seemed to elude the Magician. “Well, in any case, work to make sure the Minor Arcana are ready to enter the higher ranks.”

“Thank you, sir.” Maverick said, glad not to have been reprimanded. 

“But now comes the larger question, my friends. What are we to do about our missing machine? Lovers agent Wakabayashi-” the Magician said, Meredith knowing that all eyes were now on Ryuji. “What say you on the theft of the machine you were testing? What might happen to the project?”

Ryuji took a breath. “I don’t believe it is any sign of weakness for the project. It is not as if, after all, it was a failure. In fact it was responsible for dozens of successful identifications and subsequent assassinations during its testing phase. Perhaps we were a little public with it-”

“A little?” Pascal asked, chuckling. “You blew up three floors of a building! You call that “little”?”

Ryuji stumbled over his words for a second but quickly recovered. “Such eliminations had been done before, and caused no problems like this. The problem is not with the machine, I cannot emphasise this enough.”

“...I agree.” the Magician said, bluntly. “And Lovers agent Brunel, while your point is valid, I do think there is an explanation for it. Perhaps, after the downfall of our last project, we were too cautious of further failure, hence why Project Temperance has been in testing for so long. Long enough for somebody to begin identifying a pattern.”

It was as if in her head the carving was moving, swooping across the room, gazing at each and every member present with its unmoving red eyes. “We have not suffered a failure like this since Project Strength. Our caution, our need to keep things hidden, has led to critical exposures. But we cannot, and will not, keep Project Temperance secret for long. Wheel of Fortune!”

The man in the wheelchair cleared his throat. “Yes, Magician?”

“...How’s our budget looking?”

There was a rustling of papers and typing on a laptop. Meredith hadn’t expected the Wheel of Fortune to be allowed a laptop, though she supposed it made sense, considering how much financial information was digital and/or encrypted. “We have had an excellent year, and stand to make record profits as per usual, leaving us with a more-than-healthy 40% surplus for use if and when needed.”

“Good.” the Magician said with a sinister edge, as if that information gave him the key to some ultimate doomsday weapon. “I am proposing that we accelerate Project Temperance. The T-LD shall be replicated, developed, and improved. We will make the necessary connections, eliminations, and deals. We will be ready to deploy the Project worldwide in…ooh, let’s make it…six months?”

There was a brief murmur. Nobody had seen the Magician like this before. It was as if, like Meredith, they had taken the theft personally. Nobody steals from Reflection and dares to taunt them too. It made her desire to become a higher-up even more strong.

“Oh, worry not, friends. I am quite confident you will all manage. We talk of the projects being far off dreams, but here? A machine so successful someone had to steal it?! We will hit back, and whoever they are, they will see just how small they are in comparison to us. How…out of place they are in our world. This is why you are called here. Tonight we being organising Project: TEMPERANCE.”

Meredith’s mind drifted as the meeting turned to discussions of targets and quotas. Nobody heard much about the Projects. They were worked on by the higher-up Divisions, though sometimes lower-downs were called on to assist in testing, like Meredith had been here. She also knew that the last project had failed, and the Magician had punished her aunt and the Emperor for it, giving the role of overseeing Project testing to the Lovers. This meant two things: firstly, that her aunt would see this as an excellent opportunity to please the Magician and redeem the Sharrow name, and secondly that Ryuji was going to be unbearable about it. But it wasn’t all misery in her mind. The spy…it was more than a fluke, or a bluff, or boast. It was indeed out of place. And she knew why.

***

Before long, the meeting had ended, and the higher-ups emerged. The Empress walked out, and over to her niece. “There you are. Thank you for waiting patiently and not causing a fuss.”

“...I am not a child anymore, Aunt Vivian.” Meredith said, not looking up.

“That remains to be seen. Come along, I’ve managed to book you a room here.” she said as if it came at great personal sacrifice to her.

“...” Meredith was going to say something back, but noticed Warwick and Ryuji walking out too. “Just one moment, it won’t take long-”

“Meredith!-” Vivian began, not continuing the sentence as she watched her niece approach Warwick.

“Ah, Miss Sharrow, and the nicer one of the two, I might add. How may I help?” she asked, smirking, as if she knew Meredith wanted to get away from the Empress.

“I was thinking about the intruder…and, well…it might sound odd, but I was thinking about…why he feels so…odd.”

“Odd how?” Ryuji asked. They had gone out one of the side doors onto the balcony, looking out over the ocean, tree-covered areas (Meredith was unsure if they were jungles, or forests, or something else) and the tourist towns down below. “You mean sort of…out of place?”

“Exactly!” Meredith said, acting like she’d not heard those words used to describe it. “I think…well, I think of him as a spy.”

Warwick raised a ginger eyebrow. “A spy, hm? As a sort of “character” we can make assumptions out of?”

Ryuji rolled his eyes. “With respect, Meredith, and the fact that this matter is now with the higher-ups, I don’t imagine you need to worry about that intruder for much longer. Not when the new assignments come in.”

Meredith couldn’t help it. She scowled at him. “Listen! He’s a spy, right? Like a classic secret agent! None of this cyber-nonsense, or this far-off “eliminations”, or jobs done by hitmen, but a spy. You send one person who is skilled enough to more or less convince you to give what he wants over to you, uses gadgets, isn’t afraid to get physical…oh, come on! Isn’t it at least plausible that someone out there does things the old way?”

Warwick considered this. “A fascinating hypothesis, Miss Sharrow. A “spy”, someone who can miraculously survive explosions, sneak into buildings, and more…It makes for a compelling adversary.”

Ryuji simply scoffed once more. “Speculate all you like. I have business to attend to. Nessa, let’s go, my workload has almost quadrupled.” he said matter-of-factly, walking away with Nessa behind him, offering a quick wave to Meredith before leaving.

Warwick smiled at Meredith. “I’ll walk you to your room. The lift will be packed with everyone trying to get out, you need to tell me more about this spy idea, and…” her smile changed a little, to show something other than kindness. “There are some parts of the Tower best avoided.”

They walked out from the balcony and down the stairs, past floors that Warwick pushed Meredith away from, presumably where they tested other projects. A faint part of her wondered if Project Temperance started its life here too. She found herself clinging to her tarot card. Taking it out, she turned it over to reveal the Hanged Man, dangling there upside-down by the foot, as if by some strange magic he had swapped his neck for his ankle. She looked at the card, imagined the spy in the same position, and smiled. She’d never believed in Tarot, but somehow she felt her future was brighter than ever.

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Sanders Sides HCs: things that I own that I think they'd wear.

Bc I am diving back into my childhood medias so I can slightly heal from the HUGE traumas that are about to come my way family-wise.

ANYWAY-

Patton:

Light blue GAP sweater: super soft and casual, with a soft V-neck. Could be paired with a cute skirt or pants, with either ankle boots or nicer tennis shoes.

Floral sundress: it's flowy, it's inner slip is soft, and the flower print fabric is sheer. This is based SOLELY off of vibes, but it fits.

White Beret: a souvenirs that I got in France. Could pair it with either of the aforementioned items.

Mary-Jane heels: my first pair of actual heels. Wore them to my first Homecoming. Holds sentimental value. Also I think he'd like the sound they make on hard floors.

Roman:

Sophomore year homecoming dress: it's shimmery, it's pink (i don'town much red, it doesn't look very good on me in most cases) , it's also flowy. It's a wrap dress made of very soft...satin? I think? Not really sure but I got it in Francesca's at the mall, and curled my hair to look like a brunette Marilyn Monroe. Has a bit of tragedy hung on it, as I left homecoming crying that year.

Red Christmas dress: one of the few red things I own and looks good on me. It's sleeveless, high necked, and is made out of velvet. Its a cooler red, hits about knee length, and has a dropped waist. Like down to the bottom of the dress where there's soft like....ruffles? Pleats? Idk ask Calvin Klein. Got it at TJ MAXX for really cheap though.

Red and white striped swater: super cute, REALLY SOFT LIKE OMG, and another red thing that looks good on me! Yay! Pair it with jeans or a black skirt and it looks nice. Oh! It's cropped too. It was a Christmas sweater, before I came to terms with being nonbinary and started to wear feminine stuff again. Super fluffy and warm.

Burnt Orange (?) Maxi skirt: long, flowy, and makes you feel like you're in a medieval town. I got it in a cute little boutique in a smaller town in my state. Got a warm yellow top and felt like Dolores Madrigal. However it can be paired with a plain black or white top. I personally pair it with a black spaghetti strap bralette, easiest way to describe it.

Mary-Jane Heels: "But Wish!" I hear you say "those are listed under Patton!" And you would be absolutely right! They are, aren't they? Well I left a part out about these heels. They're also my theater shoes. My character shoes! I did my first high-school show in them! Oh it was so fun! I found out I can full on sprint in them too, while doing theater! Memories, memories! Danced all night in them. I even wore them to homecoming again with the aforementioned pink dress!

White Beret: another thing from Patton's list, yes. But it's from France, it's stylish, and could work very well within Roman's wardrobe! I actually bought it in Paris! How fun that I bought it in the city of love! Roman would very much enjoy that I feel.

Logan:

Freshman year homecoming dress: shorter, tighterfitting, and dark blue. Nothing to snag, get caught on, or trip over. Practical, and you look good while doing whatever you so choose to do in it. I also met my boyfriend in this dress! He stopped me from maiming a guy who was harassing my friends in it! How fun! It's shimmery too by the way, for a bit of flair.

Knee length black skirt with lace and a strip of ribbon: practical, more conservative, yet still looks good. Got it at St. Vincent's (a thrift store) and was so glad I did.

Black worn leather bag: a hand-me-down from my great-aunt to my mother, who in turn let me have it after I expressed interest in it, it's a messenger bag-esque style purse. It has space to store pencils, id's, wallets, sanitary items, even some books! Very fun and stylish, while also functional!

Black heeled ankle boots: another staple in my classier shoe wardrobe (which is mostly boots, accompanied by three pairs of tennis shoes, one pair of flats, and two pairs of sandals), and made of suede, pretty sure they're also a designer brand that I got for cheap. They are designer, just not Luxury brand, how fun! I think Logan would enjoy the minute I just spent googling about that.

Virgil:

Ghostface graphic tee: got at Hot Topic, it's Ghostface in a car with the text "get in loser! We're going to watch scary movies!" And I found it funny so I bought it. I just think Virgil would vibe with it.

Demonia Ranger 301s: my fist pair of Demonia platforms! I wear them the most out of all my boots haha. They're very simple, only two-three inches and overall just complete a vibe.

Plain purple hoodie: self explanatory, really.

Grey plaid hoodie: also self explanatory.

Grey and white Fall Out Boy hoodie: one of the first hoodies that I wore religiously. I think Virgil would appreciate the band, and also the fact that at one point, I could fit my whole body into it.

Remus:

Hand cropped tank top: the most risqué article of clothing I own. It was made out of stretchy fabric, something I didn't take into consideration when I marked where I wanted to crop. So when I cut it off, and put it on, it barely covered my chest. Needless to say my parents were NOT pleased, but they let me keep it because I liked it and I MADE it. I tend to layer this under a mesh top that I own. I would list it, but the color scheme doesn't fit Remus at all. It's black.

Black miniskirt: a pleated black miniskirt that I own. If I had my way, this item and the cropped tank would be an outfit, but my parents wouldn't let me out of the house, so that's a not for now. It's mid thigh length.

Fishnet thigh-highs: the man would wear fishnets. You can't tell me otherwise.

Jean jacket: it's a lightwash, but it's covered with pins and is overall going to be very alt fashion once I'm done with it. I think either Virgil or Remus would wear this tbh.

Leather jacket: I have two but this one is big, bulky, and is real leather. A hand-me-down from my aunt, I LOVE this thing and I'm sure Remus would too. It's perfect for riding on a motorcycle.

Janus:

Leather Jacket: my other one, slim, classy, but still has edge. It's got cool stitching on some of the panels too.

Midi-length yellow skirt: it sits just below my knees, and is a dark golden yellow color, pair it with a button down, tights, and heeled boots and it's very classy.

Yellow and white checkered dress: a similar yellow to the skirt, the dress has one sleeve, and a cutout on the side. Very interesting but also very flattering. If I remember correctly, it also has pockets and a slit. Over all, very classy.

Knee length boots: they're my motorcycle boots when I don't wear my platforms. No seriously, that's what they're made for! They're Harley-Davidson. They've got lacing on the side, a small heel, not even an inch I don't think, and a H-D logo on the faux strap on the top.

Sorry that this was so long, but I hope you enjoyed!