#Claudine and minimalism

[staardustkisses]

i watched revue starlight for the umpteenth time and decided to collect some of my favourite moments because they’re just so silly (this is in no particular order btw)

1. when futaba knew kaoruko was about to do some bullshit

2. i like how this part made a small appearance in the movie during the revue of souls

3. any close-up angle of the giraffe is so funny for some reason

4. one of my favourite things in anime is when there’s a wide shot of a scene and the characters are drawn tiny with minimal details. like look at them, there’s not a single thought in any of their heads.

5. karen mimicking kaoruko’s eyebrows being ripped off

6. when karen and mahiru crashed their revue

7. as a fellow glasses-wearer, i understand the pain of the lenses getting foggy from steaming food

8. claudine when kaoruko says she's going back to kyoto because she's petty

9. I LOVE MAYA!!! LOOK AT HOW HAPPY SHE IS!!!!!!

10. everyone's reactions to futaba moving in with claudine

11. this whole scene was so funny, but i will never not laugh at the way futaba and kaoruko sneak to the door

12. i have never wanted to be karen more than in this moment

okay that's all of them for now, if i find more then i’ll add them later lol

#shoujo kageki revue starlight #revue starlight #maya tendou #claudine saijou #nana daiba #junna hoshimi #kaoruko hanayagi #futaba isurugi #karen aijou #hikari kagura #mahiru tsuyuzaki

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Christopher F. Rufo

Published: Dec 18, 2023

Harvard president Claudine Gay has been embroiled in controversy for minimizing Hamas terrorism and plagiarizing material in her academic work on race. Both scandals have discredited her presidency, but neither should come as a surprise. Throughout Gay’s career at Harvard—as professor, dean, and president—racialist ideology has driven her scholarship, administrative priorities, and rise through the institution.

Over the course of her career, Gay quietly built a “diversity” empire that influenced every facet of university life. Between 2018 and the summer of 2023, as the dean of the largest faculty on campus, Gay oversaw the university’s racially discriminatory admissions program, which the Supreme Court found unconstitutional. Even after the court issued its ruling earlier this year, Gay said that it was a “hard day” and defended the university’s policies, which were deemed discriminatory against Asian and white applicants. Gay promised to comply with the letter of the law, while remaining “steadfast” in her commitment to producing “diversity”—a not-so-subtle message that Harvard would find a way, as the University of California has done, to evade the law in practice.

While affirmative action has been a longstanding practice at Harvard, other programs led by Gay were new. Following the death of George Floyd in 2020, Gay commissioned a Task Force on Visual Culture and Signage, which released a series of recommendations the following year for engaging in the “historical reckoning with racial injustice.” The recommendations included a mandate to change “spaces whose visual culture is dominated by homogenous portraiture of white men.” In particular, the report maintained, administrators should “refresh” the walls of Annenberg Hall, which “prominently display a series of 23 portraits, none of [which] depict women, and all but three of [which] depict white men.” Who were these white men and why were they honored in the first place? The report does not say—their race and sex alone provided sufficient justification for their banishment.

In 2022, Gay implemented an initiative at the Faculty of Arts and Sciences for “denaming” any “space, program, or other entity” deemed racist by the faculty and administration. According to the report, commissioned by then-president Lawrence Bacow, these decisions would be “based on the perception that a namesake’s actions or beliefs were ‘abhorrent’ in the context of current values.” In other words, Harvard would use the standards of present-day social-justice activism to pass judgment on men who lived hundreds of years prior—at best, an ahistorical and deeply ambiguous method. As part of this project, Gay sent an email to the Faculty of Arts and Sciences community soliciting “requests for denaming,” promising to address the situation “through the lens of reckoning.” Since then, the university has grappled with denaming multiple buildings, including Winthrop House, named after John Winthrop, governor of the Massachusetts Bay Colony, and his great grandson, also John Winthrop, a Harvard professor and president.

As president, Gay leads a sprawling DEI bureaucracy—officially, the Office of Equity, Diversity, Inclusion, and Belonging—that seeks to influence how students speak, think, and behave in relation to race. Though the university deleted nearly all DEI materials from its website following President Gay’s disastrous congressional testimony related to the Hamas terror attack, I have recovered some of these documents through an Internet archive. Harvard’s DEI administrators encourage students to internalize the basic narrative of critical race theory: America is a nation defined by “systemic racism,” “police brutality,” “white supremacist violence,” and the “weaponization of whiteness.” In another resource, students were invited to “unpack” their “white privilege” and “male privilege,” and to consider their “white fragility,” which stems from “the privilege that accrues to white people living in a society that protects and insulates them from race-based stress.”

What is one to make of Gay’s record as a whole? She is hardly a “scholar’s scholar,” as the university magazine tried to portray her, having published, according to her curriculum vitae, just 11 academic papers—nearly half of which include plagiarized material. Nor is she a competent administrator, having botched the response to rampant anti-Semitism on campus and, by one estimate, lost the university more than $1 billion in donations. But she plays one role perfectly: the dutiful racialist, skilled at the manipulation of guilt, shame, and obligation in service of institutional power. For instance, she wrote last year in a message to the campus announcing a report on Harvard’s historical connection to slavery: “We have been excluded and denigrated for centuries from an institution where we now work, study, and lead. Our presence here should not feel so extraordinary. But now we see it was anything but inevitable.”

The irony: Gay was, in fact, somewhat inevitable. In the long season of racial guilt and animus that followed George Floyd’s death, the university was desperate to recruit a “first,” as Gay put it in her inaugural address, and disrupt the university’s nearly 400 years of whiteness. As Harvard is now learning, however, naming as president someone who sees race and sex not as incidental human attributes but as ideological constructions that must be imposed on the institution comes with a significant downside.  Consequently, Harvard’s trustees find themselves in a bind: they hired Gay in large part for her identity and cannot fire her for the same reason. They seem resigned to muddling through the “racial reckoning,” however long it lasts and whatever further damage it inflicts on America’s oldest university.

#Christopher F. Rufo #Christopher Rufo #Claudine Gay #DEI hire #diversity hire #DEI bureaucracy #Harvard #academic corruption #diversity equity and inclusion #diversity #equity #inclusion #religion is a mental illness

[sailingtheimaginarysea]

Name: Guinevere

Faceclaim: Claudine Saijou (Revue Starlight)

Class: Saber (Earth)

Height: 5'2"/157.5 cm

Weight: 119 lbs/54 kg

Weapons: Clarent

Parameters:

Strength: B-

Endurance: C-

Agility: C

Mana: C

Luck: D

Noble Phantasm: B-

Class Skills:

Magic Resistance (C-): While having maintained only minimal exposure to magecraft in life, Guinevere's status as a Saber class Servant has granted her a small amount of Magic Resistance. Cancels Single-Action spells, and reduces the effect of spells with a chant below two verses. Cannot defend against magecraft on the level of Greater Magecraft and Greater Rituals.

Riding (D+): While there are no notable aspects of her legend that involve riding a mount, she nonetheless possesses this skill by virtue of being a Saber, as well as being relatively skilled in riding horses as a noblewoman.

Personal Skills:

Queen Resolute (B-): A skill which represents the "High Queen", the woman Guinevere tried to become for King Arthur. A so-called "Perfect Queen" to compliment the "Perfect King". Unfortunately, resulting from her failure to achieve such a state in life, this skill is restricted from reaching its full potential, and has been ranked down. When activated, this skill's effect is to supress the impulses of the mind, allowing one to maintain an absolute calm and composure through even the most dire of circumstance, factors such as pain and emotional distress having no influence over one's judgement and reasoning.

Charisma (B-): The majesty and countenance of the graceful monarch who ruled at the side of the perfect king. However, due to the widespread knowledge of her sins and her treachery, this skill has been reduced in effectiveness.

Instinct (D): While unskilled, having hardly so much as touched a sword in life, as a Servant, Guinevere has found herself with a surprising intuition for swordplay. In a sense, she can vaguely "feel" the courses of action that would be in error, allowing her to avoid most mistakes she might otherwise have made.

Noble Phantasms:

Throne of Camelot: High Queen of the Holy City (Enhancement) (B-): From the beginning, the role Guinevere was intended to carry out had been that of the "noble and virtuous queen", there to stand beside and support the ideal king, giving up her humanity for the greater good of the kingdom. While such a task was ultimately not possible for her to carry out, the ideal of the Perfect Queen has nonetheless been engraved upon her Heroic Spirit. This Noble Phantasm acts to boost the parameters of her allies, with the degree of the enhancements being proportional to their faith in her. Additionally, she is capable of selecting certain individuals and declaring them her "Knights", massively amplifying the parameter boosts they receive.

Clarent Regent: Royal Sword of Kingship (Anti-Unit) (C-): Contrary to certain interpretations of the Arthurian Cycle, Guinevere was never entrusted with the Royal Sword. However, in times where King Arthur ventured beyond the borders of the kingdom, Guinevere would be entrusted with the duty of governance in Arthur's stead. In effect, this Noble Phantasm is representative of this trust. When its name is invoked, the sword shines with a dazzling radiance, the light of Camelot in all its glory, converted into magical energy and stored within the blade. At will, she is capable of releasing this stored energy in the form of rending slashes.

#queen of camelot || guinevere #arrival from beyond || new muses

[the-rothlogan]

Cover artwork for the single Raindrops Vibes by Charlie Maddox on Soundcloud

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Inspired by the template Contemporary Minimal Grunge Album Cover Design from the artist Claudine Quintela on Kittl Design

#album cover #design #soundcloud

[reasoningdaily]

Diversity, Equity and Inclusion - Harvard's Claudine Gay cited 'racial animus' in her resignation letter

In Claudine Gay’s resignation letter on Tuesday, Harvard University’s first Black — and now former — president cited the fear of being “subjected to personal attacks and threats fueled by racial animus” while battling allegations of plagiarism and her congressional hearing comments related to the Israel-Hamas war. But Gay and DEI — or diversity, equity and inclusion — experts point out that racial animus was not the only driving factor that led to her resignation.

“She was targeted partially due to her race, but as part of the larger, extremist, right-wing push to reverse social progress under this banner of anti-wokeness,” Lily Zheng, a DEI strategist and best-selling author of DEI Deconstructed, told Yahoo News.

Here’s what racial animus means and how it fuels the resistance to diversity, equity and inclusion in academic and corporate spaces.

What is racial animus?

Zheng defined racial animus, in plain terms, as “racial hostility.”

“She is talking about having a target on her back for being a Black woman, the first in Harvard's history. That's essentially what I am reading, when I see her words, ‘racial animus,’” Zheng said.

A day after stepping down, Gay penned an op-ed in the New York Times in which she said she was “called the N-word more times than I care to count,” in her short six months at Harvard.

“It is not lost on me that I make an ideal canvas for projecting every anxiety about the generational and demographic changes unfolding on American campuses: a Black woman selected to lead a storied institution,” Gay wrote.

Racial animus is fueling resistance to DEI

Civil rights activist the Rev. Al Sharpton said on Tuesday that the resignation of Harvard’s first Black president (she’s also only the second woman to hold the position) was “an assault on the health, strength and future of diversity, equity and inclusion.”

Gay also shared her views on diversity, calling it a “source of institutional strength and dynamism,” and said she advocates for a “modern curriculum.”

But as the academic world and corporations moved to create or enhance DEI initiatives in the wake of the May 2020 murder of George Floyd, conservative leaders in the U.S. have attacked such initiatives as “tactics of liberal elites who suppress free thought in the name of identity politics and indoctrination.”

“Understanding our current racial landscape as a zero-sum game, where only one group of people can ‘win’ is at the heart of a lot of the current anti-wokeness, anti-DEI movement," said Zheng.

In her op-ed, Gay spoke of the conservative campaigns that “often trafficked in lies” to oust her and “often start with attacks on education and expertise.”

“They recycled tired racial stereotypes about Black talent and temperament,” Gay wrote.

In an email to Yahoo News, Christopher Rufo, a conservative activist who has taken credit for leading a conservative campaign to push Gay to resign, compared Gay’s “racism” to that of her critics.

“Evidence that Gay is racist: she oversaw a discriminatory admissions program ruled unconstitutional by the Supreme Court; led a discriminatory DEI bureaucracy that sought, among other things, to reduce the visual presence of ‘white men’ on campus; minimized antisemitism and the call for the violent ‘decolonization’ of Jews; supported policies that reduce individuals to racial categories and judge them on the basis of ancestry, rather than individual merit. Evidence that Claudine Gay's critics are racist: Claudine Gay claiming, but providing no hard evidence, that some unknown person or persons sent her mean emails,” Rufo wrote.

“It is a shame that some people appear to be using the tragedy playing out in the Middle East to further their agenda around attacking what they see as a too-liberal institution of higher education,” Sarah Soule, a professor who teaches organizational behavior at the Stanford Graduate School of Business, told Yahoo News. “If such attacks on higher education hadn't been playing out in other places in recent years, such as in Hungary, it might seem surprising. But it is just plain terrifying.”

‘Extremely strong desire’ for social progress

Zheng says that DEI efforts have historically been about “eliminating discrimination, creating fairness” and building organizations and universities that work for everyone.

“There are articles from Harvard themselves essentially admitting to, in the past and in the present, the social networks of these kinds of prestigious universities have been typically rich white men, building social, political and financial connections with other rich white men that weaves the fabric of America's political and corporate landscape for decades to come.”

Zheng added that this model of Ivy League institutions needs to change.

While Gay’s resignation, political efforts to ban DEI initiatives and the Supreme Court striking down affirmative action have been “disheartening,” according to Zheng, the decisions have not deterred people’s attitudes toward social progress. Zheng said DEI continues to be an “extremely strong desire” for working Americans and students pursuing higher education.

“There’s value for DEI for institutions at Harvard, institutions that have in the past, and in the present, continue to be bastions of this ‘old boys club,’ this kind of informal network that is fundamentally anti-meritocratic, and is about people from one set of social groups helping others from the same social group,” Zheng affirmed.

“We need to build institutions that actually work for everyone, that support everyone, that give everyone a fair shot for success that open up the doors of opportunity for everyone.”

#Harvard's Claudine Gay cited 'racial animus' in her resignation letter #Claudine Gay #diversity #equity and inclusion #Diversity #Equity and Inclusion - Harvard's Claudine Gay cited 'racial animus' in her resignation letter

[hamiltoncrowell41]

Serious Recurring Studying for Neuroimaging: A credit card applicatoin to Predict Advancement to be able to Alzheimer's.

Within this study, we looked at the role involving Hai-1/Spint1 throughout intestinal tumorigenesis making use of computer mouse types. Your membranous Hai-1/Spint1 immunoreactivity ended up being diminished inside murine Apc(Minimum)/+ malignancies and in carcinogen (azoxymethane treatment followed by dextran sea salt sulfate management)-induced intestinal tract cancers in contrast to the actual nearby non-neoplastic epithelium. Your lowered immunoreactivity appeared to be as a result of sheddase activity associated with membrane-type One particular matrix metalloprotease. Next, many of us reviewed the result associated with intestine-specific deletion involving Spint1 gene upon Apc(Min/+) rodents. Losing Hai-1/Spint1 drastically faster growth development inside Apc(Min/+) mice as well as reduced their own survival durations. Initial regarding HGF ended up being enhanced in Hai-1/Spint1-deficient Apc(Min/+) gut. Gene phrase profiling exposed upregulation in the Wnt/beta-catenin signaling enterprise, claudin-2 expression, as well as angiogenesis not only in growth cells but in addition in the background mucosa with out macroscopic growths inside Hai-1/Spint1-deficient Apc(Min/+) intestine. Digestive tract removal involving Spint1 additionally enhanced the actual susceptibility to carcinogen-induced digestive tract tumorigenicity of wild-type Apc these animals. Our conclusions declare that HAI-1/SPINT1 has a essential function in curbing digestive tract tumorigenesis, which suggests a novel outcomes of epithelial cellular floor serine protease inhibitors along with protection from cancer causing stimulating elements. Most cancers Ers; Seventy-three(8-10); 2659-70. (H) 2013 AACR.BRAF gene versions are generally observed in each passed down and somatic conditions. Even so, the dangerous strains for BRAF gene haven't been predicted within silico. Owing to the need for BRAF gene inside cellular split, difference as well as secretion processes, the functional examination was performed to explore the wide ranging connection among innate mutations along with phenotypic versions. Genomic examination associated with BRAF ended up being caused together with Sort accompanied by PolyPhen as well as SNPs&GO servers to be able to access your Eighty five bad non-synonymous SNPs (nsSNPs) through dbSNP. You use Five versions my partner and i.electronic. d.406T>G (S136A), d.1446G>Capital t (R462I), d.1556 A>Gary (K499E), c.1860T>Any (V600E) and also chemical.2352 C>T (P764L) that are discovered in order to have to put out benign outcomes on the BRAF protein construction overall performance were chosen for even more analysis. Proteins architectural examination using these protein alternatives has been carried out by using I-Mutant, FOLD-X, Desire, NetSurfP, Europe PDB viewer, Chimera and NOMAD-Ref computers to test their synthetic cleaning agent accessibility, molecular dynamics as well as PF-4708671 S6 Kinase inhibitor minimization information. Our within silico investigation advised in which S136A and P764L alternatives of BRAF may right or even ultimately destabilize the actual protein interactions as well as hydrogen connection networks thus clarify the important digressions regarding protein at some level. Screening process pertaining to BRAF, S136A and P764Lvariants might be helpful for illness molecular prognosis and to style your molecular inhibitors associated with BRAF path ways. (D) 2012 Elsevier B.Sixth is v. Almost all privileges earmarked.Background: Neuropeptides galanin as well as alpha-melanocyte-stimulating bodily hormone (alpha-MSH) are going to complete the actual regulation of memory space as well as urge for food.

[kennypedersen03]

Metabolism associated with MMB022 as well as id regarding dihydrodiol development throughout vitro making use of created criteria

Recuperation charges of Fv/Fm varied from -5.06E-7 +/- A couple of.71E-7 azines(-1) to at least one.36E-5 +/- Single.53E-5 utes(-1) for month-to-month studies and through -9.63E-7 +/- A new 7.71E-7 ersus(-1) to two.65E-5 +/- A couple of.97E-5 azines(-1) with regard to once a week experiments. NPQ recovery has been increased plus more steady compared to Fv/Fm recovery, varying in between A few.74E-7 +/- The 8-10.11E-7 azines(-1) for you to 6.50E-3 +/- Any Several.1E-4 utes(-1). The power of chl-a along with monosaccharides stayed reasonably continuous in studies. These results advise that there'll become small influence on Antarctic microalgae with escalating normal water temperature ranges in the Antarctic winter season.Enteroaggregative Escherichia coli (EAEC) is liable for inflamation related looseness of inside different populations, nevertheless its systems regarding pathogenesis are not fully elucidated. We have used a previously recognized polarized intestinal tract T84 mobile or portable design to research the consequences associated with contamination using EAEC stress 042 upon small jct strength. We discover which contamination along with stress 042 triggers home loan business transepithelial electric powered resistance (TER) when compared with uninfected regulates and cells infected with commensal Elizabeth. coli pressure HS. When the an infection had been minimal after Several by simply cleansing and use of gentamicin, we seen how the TER involving EAEC-infected monolayers continued to decline, and they also continued to be minimal whilst extended because 48 they would as soon as the infection. Tissue have contracted the particular afimbrial mutant pressure 042aafA displayed TER sizes comparable to individuals affecting uninfected monolayers, implicating the actual aggregative sticking with fimbriae 2 (AAF/II) as needed for hurdle disorder. Disease together with wild-type pressure 042 brought on aberrant localization with the small jct protein claudin-1 and also, to some lesser amount, occludin. EAEC-infected T84 cells showed abnormal styles, and some cells became piercing and/or enflamed; these kind of outcomes were not seen following infection together with commensal Elizabeth. coli stress HS or perhaps 042aafA. The consequences in tight junctions had been in addition seen along with this website AAF/I-producing stress JM221, as well as an afimbrial mutant was similarly deficient in inducting hurdle disorder. Our final results show that EAEC induces epithelial barrier malfunction within vitro and also implicates your AAF adhesins with this phenotype.A great anti-microbial peptide made by any micro-organism isolated from your effluent pond of a bovine abattoir ended up being purified and also indicated. The load has been seen as an biochemical profiling and 16S rDNA sequencing because Pseudomonas sp. The particular anti-microbial peptide was filtered by simply ammonium sulfate rainfall, gel filtering, and ion exchange chromatography. Direct task in salt dodecyl sulfate polyacrylamide gel electrophoresis (SDS-PAGE) ended up being observed. A serious band upon SDS-PAGE advised that the antimicrobial peptide carries a molecular bulk of about 40 kDa. The actual compound has been inhibitory into a wide range involving signal stresses, which includes pathogenic along with foodstuff spoilage microorganisms including Listeria monocytogenes, Bacillus cereus, Staphylococcus aureus, among various other. The actual in part purified antimicrobial compound remained productive over the broad heat array and it was proof against most proteases tested.

#Natural Product Library #Ferroptosis inhibitor #Duvelisib #Capecitabine #Almorexant #Elacridar #Lumacaftor #Bosutinib #LY411575 #SB-3CT #UK 5099 #CBL0137 #Remodelin #Topotecan #Entrectinib #Disulfiram #Pracinostat #Go 6983 #MS023 #Sotagliflozin #Emapalumab #Pamrevlumab #Evolocumab #Omalizumab #Vedolizumab #Epigallocatechin #Bardoxolone #G150 #Enzastaurin #Itacitinib

[northyew4]

Aspects Impacting on Time to Suicidal Quality pertaining to Stressed out Inpatients Throughout Serious Treatment Together with Verteporfin

728, R smaller when compared with 3.09). The actual VAS ratings before remedy were not drastically diverse backward and forward organizations (t Is equal to -1.786, R Is equal to 2.076). Your VAS results with Six l, A couple of days, Several days and nights, Some days and nights, and 8 nights soon after treatment had been drastically distinct backward and forward teams (to = 3.239, Six.586, Six.Two hundred eighty, Several.737, 3.215; R Equals Zero.002, 0.500, 3.500, 2.500, 3.002, correspondingly). Within the in which receive #Link# powerful gastroscopy hemostasis as well as Insurance treatment, small-dose methylprednisolone sea salt succinate demonstrates a better medical medicinal effect #Link# pertaining to peptic ulcer hemorrhage along with severe gout pain as compared with celecoxib, which is related to better security.Receptor-independent G-protein specialists supply different components for transmission input in order to G-protein-based signaling programs, unveiling unanticipated useful tasks for G-proteins. As part of any wider effort to distinguish disease-specific specialists pertaining to heterotrimeric G-proteins, we scanned for this sort of proteins within cardiac hypertrophy employing a yeast-based functional display regarding mammalian cDNAs like a discovery podium. All of us document the particular detection associated with three transcription aspects from the very same loved ones, transcription factor E3 (TFE3), microphthalmia-associated transcription factor, as well as transcription element EB, while story receptor-independent activators associated with G-protein signaling picky with regard to Gary alpha dog(Of sixteen). TFE3 and G alpha(07) were each up-regulated within cardiac hypertrophy caused by #Link# transversus aortic constraint. Within health proteins discussion scientific studies throughout vitro, TFE3 shaped a complicated along with Gary alpha(Of sixteen) however, not along with H alpha dog(i3) or Gary alpha dog(s). Despite the fact that greater expression of TFE3 within heterologous programs had no relation to receptor-mediated H alpha(16) signaling at the plasma tv's membrane, TFE3 truly translocated Grams leader(16) to the nucleus, resulting in the actual induction regarding claudin 14 appearance, an essential element regarding membrane layer structure within cardiomyocytes. Your induction associated with claudin 14 has been influenced by both deposition as well as account activation regarding G alpha(Of sixteen) simply by TFE3 in the nucleus. These findings show in which TFE3 and also Gary alpha dog(07) are up-regulated under pathologic situations and so are involved in a manuscript device associated with transcriptional legislation using the relocalization as well as activation regarding H alpha(16).Mesothelin is often a cancer difference antigen that's remarkably portrayed in several cancerous conditions inside humans, which include malignant mesothelioma cancer along with pancreatic, ovarian, as well as lung adenocarcinomas. The actual minimal phrase associated with mesothelin on typical human being cells and it is higher appearance in numerous frequent malignancies help it become an attractive applicant with regard to most cancers remedy. Several providers, such as an immunotoxin, monoclonal antibody, antibody substance conjugate, along with tumour vaccine, come in various stages associated with improvement to treat patients with mesothelin-expressing malignancies.

#Verteporfin #Osimertinib #TENC1

[womenofnoise]

Claudine Chirac

#Claudine Chirac #minimalwave #minimal wave #electronic music #women in electronic music

[shintorikhazumi]

Trope 2: Accidental Marriage

Trope 2: Accidental Marriage- From: No Please

A/N: I might do a part 2 to this, maybe. Also, Sorry to the one who requested something else first. Still looking for a trope to match your description :’<, but I will get to it!! Please do submit um, specific tropes. That will also make it kinda easier :)). Thank you!

Sorry if this isn’t quite what you had in mind? I had fun though. Will try to stick closer to the theme next time ;-;. Really need to practice. This feels more like… unintended? Marriage? Then Accidental? Yep. I might just need to redo this prompt someday huehuehue. I’ve been burnt out of good ideas lately so. This is ;-; sorry. Realized too late, and couldn’t retract, rip.

This is not a short, it seems. I have failed. Both the short, and the prompt. I’m sorry. ;-;

Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi

Trope 2: Accidental Marriage- From: No Please

“This… was not quite what I meant before when I said I needed a partner who could stand alongside me on stage forever.” Claudine muttered, still shocked as she played with the ring on her finger, beholding it with some sort of awe, and slight awkwardness.

“Is that so?” The question was followed by a thoughtful hum. “This was exactly what I had in mind, though.” Maya smiled flirtatiously across the table, act perfect as always as she pretended Claudine’s words and the migraine she currently sported did not hurt her as much as they actually did.

“Hmmm.” Claudine simply continued to scrutinize the jewelry that now adorned her finger, not sparing Maya a glance.

This made the latter deflate, confidence shrinking by the minute. Claudine… did she really dislike the situation all that much?

Maybe Maya should find this sudden, forced(?) romantic engagement weird as well. After all,

They were only best friends.

And best friends didn’t just wake up side-by-side, married, out of the blue.

-As much as Maya loved the mere idea of it.

The events of yesternight were surprisingly vivid and fresh in her mind; Claudine’s as well. This only served to feed the uncomfortable atmosphere and embarrassment between them as they tried to wrap their heads around the thought of them actually, legitimately, officially being married.

How had it even come to that point?

Well…

It all started with Maya’s celebratory party after a successful nation-wide tour for her new show. Claudine had come to watch the top star in all her glory on the closing night, and had gotten herself invited along with the cast afterwards while the pair had been exchanging pleasantries and the usual congratulations. Claudine had been pulled along so naturally, like she was meant to be with the group, and it wasn’t even on Maya’s request.

Maya was ever in awe of her former partner’s charisma, drawing her own cast to the French actress, as if she were their companion these past few months of dedicated rehearsals and shows.

She was happy, and just the slightest bit jealous. Of Claudine or her cast? Maya didn’t really know.

Another thing she did not know was that everyone knew something. That there was something different, different about Maya and Claudine, leading to this turn of events.

After months of dealing with a stoic Maya with minimal genuine emotions slipping by, they’d known in a heartbeat when things changed. Changed when Saijou Claudine, her best friend, was around. They’d have to be blind to not notice how Tendou Maya was always much more enthusiastic in practice whenever Claudine would drop by. Though of course, she was always perfect during any performance, whether in practice or the final thing.

But the troupe knew it was different. It just was. As unexplainable as it was.

There would be weeks when Claudine would never show up, and sometimes it felt like practice was a little tense. Maya was like a deprived pup, waiting on her owner, eyes darting to the door at the end of the practice hall any chance she’d get. She thought she was being discreet, but no. No, she was not.

By no means did her distraction ever weigh anyone down. Maya would die before letting something as trivial as feelings get to her. But… it was clear when her heart was in a place separate from the stage. It never did leave, but it occasionally wandered off, taking its steps farther and farther to where Claudine was as time went by.

Moments like those, the cast had learned to deal with. With how often Claudine came over, they’d all gotten to know each other enough to exchange numbers, and it was simply an easy matter of praying the woman wasn’t too busy for a quick video call, the troupe members shoving a smiling Claudine on their phone screen, the blonde tutting Maya and telling her to move her ass along and stop troubling the rest of the group.

They could just see the light beaming off of Maya even as she was being scolded; so happy, so pleased.

‘Best friends’ their ass.

She’d make a haughty, faux-prideful remark and Claudine would call her out on it, be her usual irritated self with the occasional “mechante va!” . Maya would laugh airily at her, before calming down and mumbling softly how she missed Claudine, how she wished she could pay her a visit- selfish as it sounded. Claudine would then apologize for being so busy, tell Maya that her schedule was hectic at the moment, but that she’d try to swing by one way or another soon. The cast would pretend they didn’t hear the longing in the pair’s tones over the phone, how Maya’s usually perfect posture would slip, frame slouching in poorly-hidden sorrow.

Being apart clearly tore at her. But what could anyone do? Maya had chosen the world of Takarazuka, and Claudine went to walk on broadway. It was surprising enough that they were able to still visit one another as often as they did, Maya surely having been on Claudine’s sets more than once, always welcome, and ever well-known.

They were inseparable, not only physically, but in public image and name as well.

And so with all this knowledge, it was only the obvious choice that Claudine would be invited as an honorary guest to the afterparty, right? No problems with that, right?

….right. Maybe.

Everything had been going swell at first. All was the norm when it came to these somewhat generic parties. There were the usual speeches, acknowledgements, some challenges, karaoke and games. Yes, games. And one game just so happened to swerve them completely off of the safe course.

Maya had been observing Claudine the whole night from where she was seated at the head of the table with important producers and guests. She tried her utmost to hide the annoyance at being interviewed after a long show, unable to enjoy the ambience of the festivities. Coupled with that were the people attempting to get with her, or at least suck up to her good graces. Albeit, she should be used to all this, with Claudine so near, yet so out of reach, it only served to tick her off each second that went by with these snakes of men and women coiling about her, choking her with their disingenuous praises.They were as acid in her ears, burning hot and unwelcomely painful.

The horrid collective concentration of their too-strong “fancy” perfumes with scents all jumbled and odd, along with all the alcohol they made her down (she willingly did so, if only to distract herself from all of them) made bile tickle the bottom of her throat, humiliation threatening to make its appearance.

‘Ah, how annoying.’

She’d much rather be next to one gorgeous French woman, standing alongside all her underrated castmates- these moneybags never gave their potentials a second glance, the idiots. She’d much prefer to be dancing the night away to the oddest of tunes, but enjoying each moment all the same with the rest of her new family, alongside one who had always been her family. And her home. And-... she would stop herself right there.

She hadn’t the right to claim Claudine like that. Not while she remained cowardly, concealing her affections each and every day. She shouldn’t. Not until she made the effort to be able to.

Maya sighed, downing another glass of beer. She was beginning to feel a migraine coming on. She needed a different distraction. One that hopefully did not involve her getting more drunk than she already was.

Who better a distraction than Saijou Claudine then? Beautiful, a sight for sore eyes, voice a pleasing timbre to the ears, aura radiant and warm. Maya sighed, feeling her stress melt away instantly the moment she’d placed her focus on her cherished partner. Now, if only she could call for her attention to save her, or maybe go to her and spend the rest of the night with- wait. Wait a second.

While observing Claudine intently, Maya had realized something. Maya, with all her competitive spirit, had taken note of the fact that Claudine had drunk one glass of alcohol more than Maya. How she knew this? Besides the number of empty glasses laid before the woman on a table as the troupe had currently advanced into a drinking competition, Maya had subconsciously been taking note of each time Claudine called for another drink when Maya managed to spare her a glance. And she always seemed to be taking in more and more!

Therefore, by her very sober mind’s standards, did this not mean that Claudine was trying- and actually being- superior? With the higher tolerance and capacity? Claudine was winning something! And that certainly wouldn’t do! For Maya was always the winner.

Yes! Maya now had the perfect reason to get out of this unwanted bind! She had to defend her honor! She had to maintain her winning streak! She had to best Claudine as she always did in any competition they had! It was tradition; everyone knew of their rivalry since the beginning of time. This was a valid excuse!

With not so much as a word of farewell to the blabbering buffoons she’d be leaving behind, Maya made her exit, stumbling momentarily- whoops, was that supposed to happen?- as she moved out of her seat towards where Claudine currently stood. She had left the drinking game she’d been a part of moments prior, now occupied in talking with one of the show’s directors who wasn’t the slightest bit interested in the affairs that Maya had been drowning in, it seemed. And he should have been the one to be receiving all these… those people. He made Maya his scapegoat, the damned old man.

“Tch.”

She observed for a moment as they continued chatting, one moment looking serious, then the next, laughing as if they were old time friends. Was their conversation of great significance at the moment? Maybe. Maybe Maya shouldn’t cut in. But Claudine was animatedly communicating with him, gestures and smiles and all, and something stirred within her at the thought of her best friend so close to this man. Claudine looked like she was having fun. Too much fun. So Maya thought it would be best to interrupt them. Right now.

“Ma Claudine!” She hiccuped, covering her mouth in surprise, and giggling a little ‘sorry’, very amused by the sound that had slipped from her own lips.

“Hmm?” The woman turned around before her eyes widened, moving forward just in time to catch Maya in her arms as she slumped forward. “Maya?! What are-” Her scent… though still as pleasant as always, was mixed with something Claudine didn’t quite fancy as much.

“Claudine? Oh! Claudine! Greetings, my lovely sta-”

Maya had leaned in closer to do who knows what, but Claudine was not having it. Not right now. She pushed her face away, still holding the girl up by the waist. “Maya! You’re drunk! So drunk!” She screeched, already requesting for a glass of water that the director went and fetched from a passing waiter, a glass of relief that Maya adamantly rejected, stomping her foot down with a little whine.

“No! Am not!” She slurred, giggling some more. “But maybe you are!” She poked at Claudine’s chest. “And so you won’t accept my challenge!”

“Challenge?” Claudine shook her head, not wanting to be distracted from the matter at hand. The matter in her hands being an incredibly wasted Maya. “Maya, I think you’ve had a little too much to-”

“You’ve had too much to drink? Haha, I thought so. You’re looking a little red, my dear.” Maya drawled, dragging a manicured nail along Claudine’s cheek, lightly scratching.

“No,” Claudine sighed. “I am very much sober, thank you.” She shook her head fondly. “Come on now, be a good girl for me and take this water.” She tipped the glass the director had passed her, getting Maya to drink somehow.

“I’d say thank you-” Maya exclaimed, pointing a finger into the air, still slumped against Claudine. “But times like these, I can’t be grateful to the enemy. Saijou Claudine!” She patted the said woman’s cheek, maybe a little too hard. It sounded like it would leave a mark.

“Maybe you need more water.” Claudine grit her teeth, very willing to douse Maya with a pitcher with the way she was acting at the moment.

“I challenge you-”

“Are you not listening?!”

“To a drinking contest!”

“I just told you you’ve had enough-”

“Scared?”

“Maya, if you drink any more, you’ll-”

“You’ll lose to me.” Maya grinned, evil and conniving. “Wouldn’t want that now would we? Haven’t won lately, dear Claudine.” Maya chuckled, lips leaning close to a now shaking Claudine, irritation and fury building. Maya just had to add the spark to the ready fuel. “- or at all.”

“You…. you… mechante va! ” Claudine grabbed Maya by the wrist, taking her to the drinking table, seating her opposite of herself. “I’ll make sure you eat your words. Or well… drink them bitterly. More bitter than any alcohol or your tears. Be prepared, Tendou Maya!”

“Always am, Saijou Claudine. ”

//-//-//-//-//

Ten mugs in and Maya was toeing the edge of consciousness. Or lack of it. Her mind was floaty, hazy, dull.

Still, she could not lose. Not to anyone. Especially not to Claudine. She had to always stay on her toes, and keep Claudine’s eyes on her… she’d also like it if they met her own and they’d stare into one another’s colored gems, the sunset’s rays hitting Claudine so perfectly as they had dinner by the beach, the sound of waves beating against the coast as Maya got down on one knee and- that was not important right now.

Maya had to get through one more drink. She shook irrelevant thoughts out of her head. She needed to focus. Focus.

Focus on… Claudine and her pretty pink eyes, almost identical to the flush of her face, lips parted slightly as she breathed gently over the chilled glass, droplets condensing on the outside and rolling down, and gently falling onto the waxed wood of the table.

‘ Ah… you’re just so… ‘

“Beautiful.”

“What was… that?” Claudine got out, tolerance slipping after so many rounds of drinking, including the ones from her previous match up.

“If I win this… there’s a reward, right?” Maya changed the subject, hoping Claudine was drunk enough to truly not have registered her little slip up. Now was not the time for her desires to be made known. She took in a deep breath of air while their drinks were being refilled. “There is. Right?” Violets pinned Claudine in place, daring her to say no.

“Mmph.” Claudine nodded sloppily, reaching for the full glass, bringing it closer and staring into liquid death. This little contest might just be going too far. Claudine still had work the next day. She knew this. Maya knew this too. Claudine knew that Maya knew this. And yet, here they were, probably way past midnight and into the early morning, drowned in intoxication and pride. And yet, “Whatever you want.”

Maya had never been so irresponsible in her life, to get this inebriated. She knew this was a first for Claudine as well. They were usually so careful and calculated, and just… not this pair of reckless drunkards, consuming glass after glass, staring into each other’s souls, no one willing to back down.

“Whatever… I w-want… you sh-say…” Maya drawled, tapping a finger against her cheek, looking to be in thought.

“Obvious-ugh-... obviously… within my power to give.” Claudine laid her head back against her seat, breathing heavily through her nose and huffing out strongly, hoping she wouldn’t just spill her guts right then and there.

She was going to fucking win this.

“And if you won? Whaateveeerr could Claudine Saijou even need, or want in this world?” Maya giggled, taunting. “I’ll give it to you. All of it. Even if it were to be the moon that you wanted, or a star.”

“Don’t be stupid, I’m not as unrealistic as you.” Claudine waved.

The twentieth glass glared at them through the table.

Maya could barely manage to read Claudine’s body language, but she knew the girl was at her limit. Well, she was too. Her beautiful best friend remained staring into the cup.

“Giving up?”

Claudine shot her a glare, one that sent electricity coursing all throughout Maya’s entire being. She loved it. She loved it so much. This feeling, that gaze, that Claudine. She loved her.

And all Maya wanted to do was be able to tell her without fearing rejection. Why she ever did was stupid. She knew Claudine, and Claudine knew her. They knew each other’s minds, almost as if they shared them. She knew Claudine’s kind and gentle heart. She would feel her affections, sweetness, and genuine thoughts in every action.

So why was she so hesitant?

Why did she still think that Claudine might not return her feelings?

Maybe it was because she knew she could be too egotistical and assuming; assuming that everyone loved her, and always would. Because they just did.

But Claudine wasn’t everyone.

Claudine didn’t fawn over her every gesture, or plaster her posters along her wall, or cry out for autographs, or send her billions of gifts and mails and extravagant whatevers.

Claudine just stayed by her side. Even after seeing how weak Maya truly was.

Even now, in her insecure, lowly, shameful state.

Claudine loved her.

Maybe.

Maya wasn’t brave enough to confirm that sober, so maybe this little contest reaped good benefits for her after all.

She had a chance if she won. Yes. She’d use the reward to request Claudine to go out on a date with her, then they’d go to this quaint little cafe, just like the ones Claudine loved in back in France, and Maya would get her a dress in a shop, and take her on a boat ride and-

“Maya.”

“Do you like the swan boats, or the wooden ones?”

“...huh?”

“O-oh.” Snapping out of her reverie, Maya asked Claudine to repeat her words, apologizing for being absent-minded.

“Iiit’s… it’s alright.” Claudine blinked, brow raised in question, before shaking her head in dismissal. “Anywaaay,” she sighed. “I… said I’ll sh-stop. Tch. I give in. You win.”

Claudine sounded a lot less drunk then Maya, but maybe the glass of water in her hand, as well as the lack of people around them explained that Maya had been out of it for a while. Really, Maya was so far gone from the world that she hadn’t noticed most of her troupe and guests had already headed on home. Even the bartender who had been serving them up to this point was already wiping down the far ends of the counter, preparing to close up.

She would have been concerned about all that, if not for one little detail...

“Araaaa~Ara, Shaijou-shaannn~” She grinned. “Admitting de-*hic*-feat is so unlike y- ack”

Claudine retracted the hand that had just chopped Maya on the head. “Quiet. Drink your water and let’s go home.”

“Eeehhh...”

Claudine sighed. She barely had enough of a mind to be thinking straight right now. She really should have stopped this stupid little thing sooner. She was lucky enough to notice that Maya had very much passed out seated, and she knew she was on the brink of losing her rationality as well. So she just wanted them both to get home in one piece before she lost all semblance of controlled thought. They needed to be home safe. Home separately, not together of course, not that they lived together. Not that Claudine minded , but… oh God. She was really getting there.

“You haven’t forgoootteeen about my… -eugh- ahh… reward though? Have you?” Maya managed, wiping the drool from her cheek as she asked for another glass of water.

“I’m starting... to think you’ll be the one t-to forget it very soon.” Claudine sighed, feeling her eyes begin to droop, rubbing her face with her palms. “Buuut... whatever.  Get it over with. What ish-is it that you want, insufferable woman?” She still tried to maintain her coherent speech, shamed enough for losing their little bet.

Through her exasperated tone, Maya still heard fondness and sprinkles of mirth, Claudine smiling at her gently, even if her brows were furrowed. Ever the good sport. Maya loved her like this too.

“Sooo? Hurry up? We don’t... have all the time in the world here?

Right. Maya’s reward. A response.

Drinking more of her water, she prepared her tongue to speak the necessary words.

‘I want to date you. I want to go out with you. Please go out with me. Please be my girlfriend, please be mine.’

“Maya?” Claudine was beginning to get worried as Maya just stared at her blankly.

‘I love you.’

“Oi. Tendou Maya!”

‘You’re beautiful, inspiring and amazing.’

“Maya? Ma Maya?”

‘I love you. I want to be with you. For a long long time. Please go out with me. Say it Maya. God damn, SAY IT!’

“Tendou Maya!” Claudine shook her by the shoulders, very concerned now by the lack of response, that concern quickly turned into surprised confusion as Maya blurted out her request.

“How about your hand in marriage?”

“...”

‘ What did she just…’

Claudine was in too much shock, too drunk to comprehend what the hell Maya had just asked. So just as stupidly, she replied,

“Sure whatever.”

Maya felt herself slightly sober up suddenly. Wait… didn’t she just say… and Claudine said... “Is… Is that…. Are you shue-su… sure?? Are you-”

Claudine sighed, headache coming on quick. She hoped she had aspirin in her bag. Or car. Or- ah gosh dang it, she wasn’t in the safest state to drive. “Go on ahead, you idiot.”

“But…” Maya tried to reach out for Claudine, still fairly surprised. “What about yoouur… feehlinshh-whoops.” She had stumbled forward again, Claudine catching her the same way she did earlier that night.

Just a lot less sober.

Claudine sighed, taking a sip from her water glass on the counter, hoping to keep her mind for moments longer. Downing one big gulp, she decided maybe it wasn’t so bad to be honest from time to time. Maya was a lot less sharp- scratch that. She was completely dense when it came to Claudine, it seemed. Or maybe she was pretending not to know of the blonde’s feelings for her. Whichever it was, Claudine had no better chance to tell Maya something she’d otherwise never allow the light of day to see.

The truth of her feelings. It was fine. Nothing would be amiss after this, even if Maya understood it now. Tomorrow would be a normal day. So Claudine just needed to tell her honestly, and wholeheartedly, try to make these feelings known tonight. Not that Maya would remember this in the morning. Not that Claudine wanted her to.

This water tasted funny.

But Claudine needed to confess first.

“Don’t you know I’ve…”

‘Huh? What is this… why is everything suddenly so hazy and…’

“likaefgfin you fer so”

“Whaaat was thaaat?” Maya replied a little too loud for Claudine’s eardrums to take.

She barely registered the bartender cursing under his breath, apologizing for leaving that drink on the counter fairly close to Claudine’s water. It was supposed to be his. A strong drink for him to unwind with.

“Ah, Fuck it.”

//-//-//-//-//

“I have to admit, as weird as it feels, I’m impressed.” Claudine whistled, still looking at the metal band wrapped about her finger, fitting perfectly, design simple, yet intricate- and how did that even work. A beautiful purple sapphire rested at the apex of its curve. Claudine admired it carefully. “I really am impressed. How you managed to arrange all this, drunk. Rings and all, even marriage papers.”

Claudine sorted through her memories of the day hours prior to their current afternoon meal time on Claudine’s apartment balcony, admiring the sunset that was closing in. Fragments of images of them walking up to an empty church with Maya shaking down a priest to marry them haunted her recall.

Claudine wasn't all that religious, but Dear Lord, forgive them both.

Claudine felt the intensity of second-hand embarrassment wash over her. Really. What had they been doing at six a.m.?

Right. They had been busy trying to get married.

They even sat in front of the supreme court, waiting for it to open come eight-thirty in the morning. How Maya convinced people there to get them to do the procedures that fast was a mystery in and of itself, but in barely two hours, they were walking onto the street, hand-in-hand, somehow still barely conscious and far from sober enough, with the sun blaring in their eyes, sleep-deprived, and now officially married.

“I still can’t believe your crazy amounts of luck, to have come across a travelling trader. And these rings…” Claudine stroked them gently. “Exotic and from a different country, huh…” She murmured. “Hope they aren’t fake.”

Maya choked on the tea she had been sipping, tongue burnt suddenly. “I-I’ll have you know I have a good eye for these kinds of things.”

Claudine merely hummed again, stirring Maya’s anxiousness up even worse. Maya thumbed the onyx on her own wedding ring, biting her lip nervously, a question on the tip of her tongue escaping after being held back since they’d regained consciousness.

“Do you mind it? Being married to me?” She whispered, hopefully loud enough for Claudine to hear. Or not in case she had an unfavorable answer for Maya that she didn’t know if she wanted to hear. “Does it bother you?”

Claudine’s eyes lifted up, a sparkle in them, and a few shadows swirling about. Maya read it as doubt, but with a conviction. Claudine had something planned. What it was waslost on Maya, but clearly she was about to say something important-

“I mean, I love you. So I hardly mind this arrangement, out of order as it is.” Claudine laughed. “And I’m fairly sure you feel the same way, considering you were the one to propose this. Quite literally propose. So,” She tried her best to offer a reassuring smile, finally looking Maya’s way to meet her eyes and tell her what they both thought about this- “Maya?”

The sight that greeted her was a flabbergasted Tendou Maya, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“I… you… I- you- me, l-l”

Claudine blinked, taking Maya’s image all in. Before she broke,

“...pfft- Ahahahaha, you should see your face, Tendou Maya! You look like you can’t believe what I just said!”

“I… I-”

“If you say you actually can’t believe it, I’ll be incredibly heartbroken, you know?” Claudine wiped tears from her eyes; she propped her arm on the table, chin resting on an open palm. “I’d cry a river.” She giggled, but they both knew there was a truth to her words.

Maya was still at a loss. And Claudine was only teasing her more and more. It was frustrating that Maya couldn’t even manage a word out, she couldn’t even tease her back to regain the upper hand-

Wait… didn’t this mean…

“Oh my god.”

“Hmm?” Claudine cocked a brow. “Are you praying or something?”

“You’ve won.”

“Eh?”

“You’ve actually won.”

“Won? Won what, exactly?” Clearly, this victory wasn’t registering in Claudine’s mind, as she still gazed upon Maya tenderly, a soft blush on her face as she lovingly made fun of the girl. Her smile was of a maiden in love, happy and satisfied, and Maya…

“Or am I the one whose won?” A winner to be married to the most wonderful person in the world- unintentional as it was. Maya knew she’d do it all over again. Intentionally, this time.

“If you’re talking about winning me over, then isn’t it a little too late to realize it now, Tendou Maya?” She chuckled, taking a sip of her tea.

Maya blinked. “Maybe.”

“Eh? Not that?”

“But maybe you can take that as your first victory.” Maya’s usual flirtatious smile had returned, but there was a sincerity to it that made Claudine’s heart flutter in her chest, Maya’s eyes so warm adding to the butterflies within her.

“A-and what… what “reward” do I gain from all of this?” She stuttered, suddenly unable to keep her eyes locked with Maya’s.

“My, what a silly question, Ma Claudine.” Maya reached a hand over, taking Claudine’s ringed one in her own. “For haven’t you already won me?”

“...you really are infuriating.”

“Infuriatingly charming?”

“I should not be as calm and accepting as I am in-and-of this situation. I just got proposed to and married in the span of so few hours.” Claudine shook her head, almost in disbelief. Almost. There were too many things grounding her in this reality, proving to her that she indeed was bonded to Maya in sickness and in health.

“That wasn’t a no, and don’t change the subject like that.” Maya laughed, standing up from her seat and walking around the table, standing behind Claudine for a while, unsure if she should proceed with her actions.

“Quit being weird and standing behind me like a stalker. Just hug me if that’s what you were planning on doing. You already did it before all this, what’s stopping you now?”

“Th-things are different this time, clearly I’d be a little nervous!.”

“Wuss.” Claudine teased, but her heart was beating way too loudly in her chest.

“Ever the sharp tongue.” Maya sighed fondly, wrapping her arms around Claudine from behind, kissing her on the temple.

“You like it.”

“I do, Mrs. Tendou.”

“Hmm? Are you still drunk? You got a little confused there, Tendou Maya.” Claudine chuckled, a hand reaching for Maya’s left and kissing the back of it, before kissing the ring.

“Not at all? Are you forgetting something? Tendou Claudine?”

“Ten- ah…” Claudine’s face burst into flames, the realization finally sinking in. That she was actually married to the person she loved for so long. So unconventionally too. She would have been consumed by these emotions, but then again, there was something wrong about that statement that stirred up her competitive nature. “Why do I take your name?”

“Well, obviously, I-”

“Saijou Maya.”

Both their brows twitched.

“Yes, that just…”

“Doesn’t sound quite right.”

“Tendou Claudine does not work for me either.” Claudine huffed.

“Alright, alright.” Maya laughed. “Mrs. Saijou, would that work for you?”

Claudine turned to give her a bright smile, actually liking how that sounded. “Yes, it would, Mrs. Tendou.”

Staring into one another’s eyes, they felt that familiar magnetic pull they always seemed to have between them, drawing them ever closer. They had always tried to fight against it before, afraid of what the next moment would bring, but now… there was none of that fear. Only reassurance and love.

“May I kiss you, Saijou Claudine?” Maya whispered, softly against Claudine’s lips that were now barely touching her own, breaths mingling and warm.

“You’ve already married me. So why not?”

Soft and teasing, chasing and embracing, their first kiss was all sorts of wonder, and colorful in every way. Their first kiss, and it had happened after they had gotten married.

It truly was out of order, the way they did things. Odd and different, just as everyday was when they were together. Never dull, never getting old. Always something new and changing. Never ordinary. But really, when were they ever the ordinary pair, Maya and Claudine?

Pulling away, Maya laughed. Laughed so hard tears spilled from her eyes until her laughter turned to chuckles, and into sobs, all of joy.

“I love you.”

Claudine felt herself tear up as well, getting up from her seat to hug Maya in full, both of them holding onto one another, neither willing to let go. Whispered reassurances and small kisses brought them down from their emotional high, calming them both as they swayed about in a slow dance on the terrace. They shared words, not really meaning anything at the moment. A few jokes, a few feelings, a little love.

It truly was a wonder how perfect everything fit, and felt. Like it was all natural, the pair so easily getting used to this new lifestyle as sudden as it was.

The stars shone overhead as night fell upon the dancers, the cool breeze wrapping them in its refreshing embrace. Nature provided them their music to a well-practiced dance that only they knew, and Maya had never felt more content in a moment than now. Truly, it was a perfect end to their perfect wedding day. But something seemed to be missing...

“Honeymoon?”

“...”

“Not here, obviously. Bahamas?”

“...”

“Claudine?”

Face heated and hidden in Maya’s neck, Claudine mumbled, “You truly have no shame…” She groaned, but added, “...Only if you’re paying.”.

Maybe some things needed the normal getting used to, after all.

Notes:

A/N: Might make a part 2 if I feel like it. This one was fun! ~Shintori Khazumi

#mayakuro #starira #revue starlight #shoujo kageki revue starlight #fanfic #tendou maya #saijou claudine

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Bubbles

Summary: “Maya really likes you, you know.”

Notes: Upon seeing the preview for the Koharu/Claudine memoir shown during the ReLive stream yesterday, an artist I follow on twitter drew this and it had just enough inherent drama in it to inspire me to write something out.

“Say, Koharu, do you like bubble tea by any chance?”

“I suppose.” Koharu slowly pulled herself back to reality, turning to the person addressing her. Saijou Claudine, right, the one she’d just spent the last two hours shopping with. “Why?”

Claudine smirked and flipped her hair. Her hair was so voluminous, and such a gorgeous color too. It was probably because she was half...some kind of European. Was it...no, it wasn’t Italian...it was...it was French. Right. Very exotic. Koharu found her gaze lingering on Claudine’s hair for maybe a bit too long.

“Well, we’re standing right in front of a bubble tea shop.” Koharu blinked and raised her eyes from Claudine’s lustrous hair to the large sign above her, which did, in fact, mention bubble tea. “We might as well go in, non?”

“Ah.” She found herself looking back down at Claudine, back at her pretty hair and confident smolder. She simply radiated an aura that demanded attention, and Koharu could see why Tendou Maya was so enraptured with this woman. “Yes, I suppose we could.”

Being a Saturday afternoon, the shop was somewhat crowded. Not too crowded, but enough to make Koharu stiffen a little. She hugged her shopping bag closer to her body, hoping to minimize the distance between her and every other stranger in the room, even if it was just by an inch or two. At the same time she found herself slowly pressing closer to Claudine. Close enough to gently bump into her by accident. Koharu’s heart stopped as she turned to look at her.

“Too many people in here, huh?” Koharu nodded. Her shoulders relaxed slightly at the understanding twinkle in Claudine’s eye. “I get it. Maya gets nervous in crowds too. Here.” Something warm and soft to the touch yet sturdy intertwined itself with Koharu’s fingers. Startled, Koharu quickly looked down to see...oh...that was...

“Um,” she choked out, a small blush rising in her face as she stared at her own hand held in Claudine’s, “this is a bit of an intimate gesture.”

Claudine laughed. “It’s just holding hands, don’t get yourself too worked up.” Somehow her words weren’t as reassuring as they should have been, perhaps because of the way she squeezed Koharu’s hand as she spoke. “Besides, you don’t want to get lost in here, right?”

They held hands for the entire time they were in the shop, even when ordering. Koharu forgot what she had even ordered until she had poked the straw through the top of the cup and was greeted with a creamy coconut flavor alongside the couple of tapioca pearls she drew through it. They were walking down the street again, their hands once more a healthy and safe distance apart. And yet Koharu’s hand tingled as if it was still being held.

“Something on your mind, Koharu?”

Koharu absentmindedly chewed on a pearl. “A few things.”

“Care to share?”

“Not particularly.”

Claudine smiled and shrugged her shoulders. “I guess that’s about what I expected. You’re very reserved off the stage, you know. It does make you seem a little mysterious.”

“Mysterious?” Koharu lowered her straw from her lips.

Claudine’s smile remained, but there was something about it that was putting Koharu on edge. “There’s a lot more to you then you’re letting on. I feel like I’ve only managed to scratch the surface today.” Where was this conversation going? Koharu wasn’t sure, but something was making her stomach tense.

“Maya really likes you, you know.” The sudden change of subject instantly caused all the apprehension in Koharu’s body to vanish.

“Really?” In her excitement she almost dropped her drink. “Tendou Maya likes me?”

Claudine nodded. “She says you’re one of the most capable stage girls she’s ever met, and you might even be worthy of standing on stage alongside her.” She took a long sip of her drink, chewing the pearls very slowly and deliberately.

“She...she did?” Koharu was maintaining her composure excellently--she wouldn’t be the crown jewel of Seiran’s theater department otherwise--but the rapid beating of her heart was almost threatening to break it.

“Mhm,” Claudine said after finally swallowing. “You know she’s only ever said that about one other person.”

Koharu forced down a nervous lump that had suddenly formed in her throat. “That would be you, wouldn’t it?”

“Correcte.” They had stopped walking by now, with Claudine having turned to face Koharu fully. The hairs on the back of Koharu’s neck stood straight as Claudine drew closer. A hand, the same hand that had held her own earlier, was now gently holding her jaw. “I want to know what she sees in you, Yanagi Koharu.” Claudine’s face was close enough that Koharu could feel her warm breath ghosting over her lips.

Koharu knew herself to be somewhat blind to certain signals, but there was no way the intent here could be misread. “Tendou-san wouldn’t approve of this.”

Claudine smirked, and at this distance Koharu found herself getting lost in her deep rose eyes. So beautiful...and so determined. “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

As Claudine pressed her lips up against her own, Koharu could taste the overwhelming sweetness of strawberry bubble tea.

#koharu yanagi #claudine saijou #kohakuro #revue starlight #gray writes

[l2fmpnathan]

Ruth Roots

ANDREW KREPS GALLERY22 CORTLANDT ALLEYNEW YORK, NY 10013TEL [phone]FAX [phone]WWW.

ANDREWKREPS.COMRUTH ROOT Born 1967, Chicago, IL. Currently lives and works in New York City.

Education2003Yaddo1994 Skowhegan School of Painting and Sculpture1993 MFA, The School of the Art Institute of Chicago 1990Brown UniversityAwards1996 National Endowment for the Arts, Mid-Atlantic Grant in Painting1996 New York Foundation for the Arts Fellowship in Painting Solo Exhibitions2019Forum, Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh, PA2017356 Mission, Los Angeles, CA2016Marta Carvery Gallery, Madrid2015Old, Odd & Oval, The Aldrich Contemporary Art Museum, Ridgefield, CT Andrew Kreps Gallery, Nailery Nikolaus Ruziicka, Salzburg, Austria2014The Dartmouth Experiment, Dartmouth College, Hanover, NH2011The Suburban, Oak Park, IL2009Galerie Nikolaus Ruziicka, Salzburg, Austria Maureen Paley Gallery, London2008Gallery Minmi, Tokyo2007Andrew Kreps Gallery, New Yorkdale Marta Carvery, Madrid2005Galerie Nikolaus Ruzicska, Salzburg, Austria2004Maureen Paley Interim Art, LondonGaleria Marta Carvery, Madrid2003 Andrew Kreps Gallery, New York2001 Andrew Kreps Gallery, New York2000Galleria Franco Nero, Turin, Italy1999Andrew Kreps Gallery, New YorkMuseumExhibitions2018Inherent Structure, Wexner Centerport the Arts, Columbus, OH Surface/Depth, Museum of Arts and Design, New York, NY2015New York Painting, Kunst museum Bonn, Bonn, Germany2008Unique Act, Dublin City Gallery, The Hugh Lane,Dublin2007Don’t Look.

Contemporary Drawings from an Alumna’s Collection Martina Yamen, class of 1958, Davis Museum at Wellesley College, Wellesley, MA2005Extreme Abstraction, curated by Claire Schneider and Louis Gracchus, Albright Knox Art Gallery, Buffalo, NY2004City Maps, ArtPlace, San Antonio and TX.

ANDREW KREPS GALLERY22 CORTLANDT ALLEYNEW YORK, NY 10013TEL [phone]FAX [phone]WWW.ANDREWKREPS.COM2003Permanent Collection On View, Los Angeles County Museum of Art, Los Angeles The ContemporaryArtProject Collection, Seattle Art Museum, Seattle, WA2002Emotional Rescue: The ContemporaryArtProject Collection, Curated by Linda Farris, Seattle Art Museum, Seattle, WAS am collect –contemporary art project, Seattle Art Museum, Seattle, WA2000Greater New York, Duplex solo installation, Curated by Klaus Eisenach and Laura Hauptman, PS1 Contemporary Art Centre, New York Group Exhibitions2019Painters Reply: Experimental Painting in the 1970s and now, curated by Alex Glauber and Alex Logsdail,Lisson Gallery, New York, NY2018Twist,fused/Jessica Silverman Gallery, San Francisco, CA2018 Invitational Exhibition of Visual Arts, American Academy of Arts and Letters, New York, NY 2017Man Alive, Mariana Mercier, Brussels2016Looking Back, The 10thWhite Columns Annual –Selected by Matthew Higgs, White Columns, New York Life Eraser, Brand New Gallery, Milan Shapeshifters, Luring Augustine, New York The Congregation, Jack Hanley Gallery, New York 2014Les Plaisirs Démodé (The Old-Fashioned Way), Galerie Nikolaus Ruziicka, Salzburg, Austria2013Wit, The Painting Centre, New York2012To the Venetians II: Chris Martin, Matt Rich and Ruth Root, curated by Carrie Moyer and Dennis Congdon, RISD Painting Department Providence, RI2011-12The Indiscipline of Painting, Tate St. Ives, Cornwall, UK, touring to the Mead Gallery, University of Warwick, UK2009Trail Blazers in the 21st Century, The David and Ruth Robinson Eisenberg Gallery, New Brunswick, NJ Print, Mushroom Works, Newark upon Tyne, United Kingdom2008Take Me There Show Me The Way, Haunch of Venison, New York David Reed Studio, New York Gallery Minmi, Japan2007 NE integrity, Derek Eller Gallery, New York Bushels, Bundles & Barrels, Superfund Investment Centre, New York The Painting Show-Slipping Abstraction, Mead Gallery, Coventry, United Kingdom2006Untitled (for H.C. Westermann), The Contemporary Museum, Honolulu, HI Ruth Root, Alex Brown, Cameron Martin, Sally Ross, Gallery Minmi, Tokyoite is, “what is it”, Andrew Kreps Gallery, New York2005The Early Show, White Columns, New York Trade, White Columns, New York2004Painting & Sculpture, Mark Moore Gallery, Santa Monica, CA2003Greetings from New York: A Painting Showalterian Thaddaeus Ropak, Salzburg, Austria20thAnniversary, Welcome Home, Gavin Brown’s Enterprise, New York2002Jump, Curated by Ross Nether, The Painting Centre, New York-Beam, Cynthia Brogan Gallery, New York Inheriting Matisse: The Decorative Contour in Contemporary Art, Curated by MichelleGrabner, Rocket Gallery, London Acme Gallery, Los Angeles Abstract Redux, Danes Gallery and New York.

ANDREW KREPS GALLERY22 CORTLANDT ALLEYNEW YORK, NY 10013TEL [phone]FAX [phone]WWW.

ANDREWKREPS.COMState of the Gallery, Andrew Kreps Gallery, New York2001The Approximative, Galerie Ghislaine Huss not, Paris Painting show, Curated by Laura Owens, Chicago Project Room, Los Angeles2000 Fuel Serve, Curated by Kenny Schachter, Kenny Schachter/Rove, New York Salty Salute, Westing Art Space, Toronto Perfidy -Exhausted Embrace, Curated by Martyn Simpson and Daniel Sturgis, Convent Sainte Marie de La Tourette, Evreux, FranceKosmobiologie, Curated by Nancy Chaykin, Bellwether Gallery, Brooklyn, NY1999Fifteen, Deutsche Bank, Curated by Walter Robinson, New York Free Coke, Greene Naftali Gallery, New York1998Home and Away, Curated by Kirsty Bell, Gavin Brown’s Enterprise, New York Son-of-a-Gusto, Curated by Nina Bovisa, Clementine Gallery, New York Cambio, Part 2, Curated by Kenny Schachter, Museo Universitario Del Choop, Mexico City Sassy Nuggets, Andrew Kreps Gallery, New York New Museum Benefit Auction, Pierogi 2000 Portfolios, New York Superfreaks: Part II, Odyssey, Greene Naftali Gallery, New York1997Cambio, Curated by Kenny Schachter, 526 West 26th St., New York Wrong Place, Right Time, Curated by Giovanni Garcia-Fenech, Temporary Space, New York Vague Pop, Curated by Giovanni Garcia-Fenech, View room, New York1996The Experimenters, Curated by Kenny Schachter, Lombard-Fried Fine Arts, New York Taking Stock, Curated by Kenny Schachter, 25 Broad Street, New York Texas Meets New York, Curated by Kenny Schachter, Arlington Museum of Art, Arlington, Texas Bump, The Greene County Council on the Arts, Catskill, NY The Death of the Death of Painting, Curated by Kenny Schachter, New York1995Lookin’ Good, Feeling’ Good, 450 Gallery, New York Eat or Be Eaten/ Painting, Not Painting, Anderson Gallery, Buffalo, NYX-Sightings, Anderson Gallery, Buffalo, NY1994Crash, Thread Waxing Space, New YorkBibliography2017Gerwin, Daniel.

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[thisisallthehattersfault]

“Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely believe in God. I just fucking hate him.”

Theme: Lilith -- Elisa

Claudine Frollo, daughter of judge Claude Frollo, The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Claudine believes in being prepared. As someone who’s already faced the worst the Isle has to offer, she spends a lot of time readying herself for when she inevitably has to face it again. She has a fantastic eye for detail and pattern recognition, and her hyper-vigilance means she’s often already thought two or three steps ahead of everyone around her, making her an excellent strategist, but she can also be paranoid, obsessive, pessimistic and controlling.  She values stability and order, and hates when her carefully regimented life is thrown into chaos. Because of this, she’s incredibly patient, and good at letting things be. She doesn’t feel the need to insert herself into conflicts unless they directly affect her. In fact, she rarely feels the need to insert herself into anything, really, preferring to keep a distance between herself and the people around her. This, like most things about Claudine’s life, has to do with control. She puts on a front of being cold and aloof, but she has a gentle heart she’s never quite managed to crush, and she knows she’ll get very attached to people very quickly if she lets herself get close enough. She isn’t as good at keeping that distance as she tells herself she is. Claudine is a perfectionist who holds herself and those around her to a nearly impossible standard, and gets temperamental when that standard isn’t met. This isn’t the only thing she gets temperamental about, as Claudine has a rather short fuse and a sadistic streak a mile long. Her seemingly random bouts of rage have gotten better as she’s learned to hold an iron-strong control over herself, but she still goes from calm to lethal in a second when something triggers her. Like her hot-and-cold temper, Claudine also swings wildly from sex-repulsed to hypersexual, and it’s difficult to tell what will push her in either direction. This, too, she manages to control, though her sexual trauma instead manifests as pyromania, leading her to occasional sprees of setting buildings and even people on fire until the compulsion has faded. Sometimes this can take days or even weeks. In recent years, with the help of the rest of the Unseelie gang, Claudine has managed to work through these compulsions in only a few hours and with minimal casualties. That doesn’t mean she’s stopped lighting fires, only that she’s found a more “constructive” outlet in burning their enemies rather than random houses.

#Descendants #disney descendants #claudine frollo #not writing #moodboard #alice makes things #TKAAR

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

“And, if we don’t do I right now, those things might catch up with us, and we can’t have that.”

“You are NOT throwin’ me over the side to ‘lighten the load,’ Shaw!  You’re a hell of a lot heavier than me, anyway, you’re the one slowin’ us down with the weight a’ those massive tits of yours!”  Pyro was blasting fire into the boat’s wake, but the boiling water only created a thin line of defense.  Just beyond that, the massive swarm of piranhas stretched out like an oil slick on the horizon.  And they were gaining.

“Just being practical, Allerdyce.  Seems like the dead weight should be the first to go.”

“I’m actually doing something, Shaw!  What are you doing?  Why don’t you jump in there and bash them with your fists, that’s all you’re usually good for!”

It was a little too cliche to be true.  Mutated, hyper-aggressive piranhas?  Fucking ridiculous.  But apparently some country’s government had okayed this genetic modification disaster, and now the Marauders had to deal with it. 

“Someone has to be in charge around here,”  Sebastian said.  Pyro just glared at him.  If he was going to be trapped in some kind of nightmare B-horror flick, he wished he could punch up the script a little.  He knew one character he’d kill off immediately. 

“Don’t worry, if they eat the boat, I’ll phase Haven to safety,” Shinobi said cheerfully.  “We’ll go back and get the rest of you resurrected.”

“Gee, thanks, Shin,”  Pyro rolled his eyes, still concentrating on pouring fire behind them.  He’d managed to kill some in the first wave, but they’d gotten smarter, and would duck far below the surface whenever he tried sending a jet of fire across the top of them.  Plus there were so damn many of them.  Trying to create the hottest, most intense flame using the minimum amount of fuel was giving Pyro a massive headache.  Not that he’d have to worry about that if the piranhas caught up.

“Well, at least you’re good for one thing, Shinobi.  Unlike the rest of this crew.”

“Now is not the time, Sebastian!” Madelyne yelled from up front, where she was piloting.  Telepathically turning the piranhas aside hadn’t been plausible either, their minds were slippery and inhuman.

“I’ve got something!”  Claudine emerged on deck, holding a large metal canister.  “I suppose I could explain, but most of you wouldn’t understand, and I doubt you’d really be interested.  So to sum up - it’s poison.  Toss it into the swarm and it’s guaranteed to kill most of them.”

“But....wait!”  Haven exclaimed, as Claudine carried the canister towards the stern.  “What about the other sea life?  I...I know the piranhas have to die, they’re a danger to everything around them.  I wish we could just trap the poor things, but I know it isn’t feasible.  But how much damage will this poison cause?”

“We’re at least a hundred miles from any human habitation,” Claudine said.  “Anything in this general area with die, but the ocean currents will dilute the poison until it’s practically harmless.  Minimal damage, compared to the destruction those creatures are causing.” 

“Is there no other way?”  Haven asked, her hand on Claudine’s shoulder, her large, dark eyes beautifully sorrowful.  Oh God, it was the puppy dog eyes.  Haven was an expert at that.

“Oh, for God’s sake.”  Sebastian snatched the canister away from Claudine, and flung it far behind the boat, into the center of the piranha swarm.  There was the sound of a muffled explosion, then a dark red liquid began to spread across the surface of the water.  The swarm slowed, as the piranhas began turning belly-up en masse.

“There, see?  That’s why you all need me,” Sebastian declared, wiping his hands and stalking off towards the bow.

(OOC - Claudine totally got a live specimen of the piranhas to study.  She’s keeping in a large aquarium tank in her cabin.  She lets Haven name it.)  

[luminescentauthor]

Starlight Revue OC: Amiya

Full Name: Enami Amiya

Pronouns: She/her

School: Seisho Music Academy, First Year

Bio: A highly skilled actress with a penchant for trouble and no respect for rules or authorities even on her good days. Trying to make Amiya follow rules is near impossible. Lone-wolf type. However, if she does make friends, she becomes fiercely protective of them. She's also very intelligent, and passes her classes with minimal work.

Apperance:

Height: 168 cm (5′6) in first year; grows to be 175 (5′8, nearly 5′9)

She gets her height from her French-American mother

Image Color: Dark red

Revue Coat: Black (I’m not just making her special there is a plot reason for this actually.)

Outfit Colors: Black and dark red

Hair: Tyrian purple, long. Usually tied up in a bun or braid. Worn down as shown very rarely. Naturally very wavy and extremley hard to manage. Also constantly falling in her face; if it’s not tied up, she’s wearing a hair clip

Usually wears small stud earrings in silver, black, or blue. Sometimes red. Sometimes wears bigger ones.

Mainly wears sweatshirts, ripped jeans, converse, and leather jackets. Almost always wears a simple black choker. Can sort of be seen below.

Chronic inability to wear her uniform right.

Notes: Trained in fencing and martial arts; speaks English, French, and decent Japanese; transfers up a year half-way through her first year.

Weapons: Stormbringers, Daishō (a katana and wakizashi pair; long sword and short sword); an unamed tantō is hidden under her skirt, though she only draws it when she’s lost both of her other weapons. Has trained in athletic fencing since she was young and has since transferred that skill to Japanese weapons. Front-line attacker.

Personality/Relationships: Amiya seems like a lone wolf, but in truth, she just struggles with Japanese (her 3rd language) in addition to having issues with running her mouth when tired. Doesn’t get along with her classmates due to her rough personality, the language barrier, and an inclination for getting into fights. However, upon meeting Claudine, who speaks French and is undeterred by Amiya’s blunt personality, they form a sister-like bond, and she then befriends Hikari, who speaks fluent English, and Maya, who speaks quite a bit of French. She takes to hanging around the Starlight Dorm quite a bit, and eventually asks her parents if they’ll appeal to the school board and let her transfer up if she works hard enough, as she has no friends in her year. They agree, and the school board is persuaded after seeing Amiya’s talent, and dedication to covering missed material.

Family: Mom #1 is French-American, retired pro-fencer; Mom #2 is Japanese and a professional actress who does martial arts. Amiya grew up with them in America, only moved to Japan at the start of her first year. Yes she is the entire biological child of two women, but I haven’t posted that story yet. Check out the last heading of this post for a hint!

Acting Abilities: A fiercely talented actress. She is mainly noted for the expressiveness of her face and in her voice, and her fight scenes are incredibly authentic as a result of her tendency to get into real, actual fights.  After transferring, Amiya attracts a lot of attention as a prodigy -- wanted and unwanted alike. Unwanted being, revues and “that fucking giraffe,” and Amiya isn’t thrilled to be roped into that BS. (”Why can’t we just decide roles like normal people jfc-”)

For much, much more information on Amiya, click here! It’s a list of headcanons that covers her relationships, parents, and how her two moms have an entire biological child. It also covers her story and how she transferred up. There’s a lot I omitted here to keep this short.

Images made with rinmarugames.com!

#starlight revue #revue starlight #shoujo kageki revue starlight #starlight revue oc #revue starlight oc #oc #original character #enami amiya

[secretmeaningofthings]

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