#pinstripes *chef's kiss*

[lenreli]

#mank #mank 2020 #irving thalberg #mankedit #filmedit #perioddramaedit #ferdinand kingsley #fkingsleyedit #the sandman cast #thesandmancastedit #sandmancastedit #mine #ferdie friday #pinstripes *chef's kiss* #he looks very good in them

[antimonyandthyme]

Athy, I saw you also like tenet as well 👀 So I wanna hear your thoughts on sebchal tenet au. Like seb, as an experienced spy who's fiercely loyal and got recruited into the undo-apocalypse team project, meets with a puppy-eyed man named charles for the first time. But why doesn't it feel that way? How does charles know about jägerbomb? What are those gazes charles gives him when he think seb doesn't notice? And then some tokens give charles away and seb gets his italicized oh moment 🥺 The tension and angst of this au. . . chef's kiss!!

Anon. Anon. This is only the most perfect idea ever. Oh my gaude. Oh my gaude! A sebchal Tenet AU. It’s never even crossed my mind but now I see, I see! It couldn’t be more fitting! Anon your mind. Your mind! I have to write this. I have to! Thoughts under the cut, will be a little scrambled at the moment so bear with me!

Imagine Charles as Neil and Sebastian as the Protagonist! A reminder to everyone that the world didn’t end because Neil loved the Protagonist!

Anyway. Sebastian’s on this mission. It’s so top-secret he doesn’t even have details of what it is, or who he’s going to meet. Is it nuclear? Probably. (It isn’t. It’s temporal.) He dresses up in a midnight blue pinstripe suit for his first meeting with his contact. In a crowded bar, someone slides into the seat on his left.

Jesus. He’s young. The circles around his eyes are deep, like he hasn’t slept for two days. His suit is rumpled and marred with gunpowder stains. He already looks like he’s seen too much. Sebastian wants to yell. He keeps his tongue trapped behind his teeth. The fate of the world doesn’t care for the corruption of innocence. And anyway, the man before him is staring at him strangely, drinking him in like he’s seeing a ghost from his past. (Charles is, by the way. Sebastian is alive, alive! Come back to him at last, for this period of time that Charles needs to make the most of. To save the world and to convey to Sebastian just how much he is to him. The love of his life. Sebastian just doesn’t know it yet.)

Maybe he’s nervous, this young man. Sebastian smiles a little, to try to put him at ease. Oddly, it just makes the man’s lip wobble.

He clears his throat, flags a waiter down. “Vodka tonic,” he says, and points to Sebastian, “and a Jägerbomb.”

Sebastian blinks. “That’s for teenagers.”

The man smiles. “You still drink it.”

It’s the truth, though not one Sebastian has ever broadcasted. There’s so much more the man seems to want to say. Sebastian shifts, feeling like he’s being held up to the light and examined. It’s unlike him to feel out of control and wrong-footed in first meetings. There’s something so familiar about the way the man’s sitting, hunched but leaning persistently toward Sebastian. “You’re well informed.”

“It pays to be in our profession.” The man holds out a hand. His grip around Sebastian is tight, and he pulls away with what can only be described as reluctance. “Charles.”

Sebastian nods. Charles’ eyes are eager and determined and so, so wide. (Much later, Sebastian will look back upon this meeting and wonder. If it would’ve been better for them never to have crossed paths. It’s stupid. He would trade the world for more time, looking into Charles’ eyes.) “Let’s get to work.”

#athy texts #sebchal #tenet au #fanfic #rpf #tenet anon #please you’ve given me such a great idea #imagine charles looking at sebastian with such longing but being unable to say anything about it #and then they go bungee jumping into a building together #and then they save the world #and then sebastian realizes who he is #and who charles is #and what he has to send charles to do #and their parting is one of heartbreak but such love #and then sebastian goes back to recruit a young charles #oh my gaude #i’m talking myself into a frenzy #must write!!! #anyway for any of you all who are interested i’ve written tenet fics #they are… sad and heartbreaking i’ve been told

[suppenzeit]

BVs costume is pretty decent, actually: the post

Disclaimer: I'm not actually a professional, but I do like to think I'm not completely clueless. Also, I haven't written analysis like this in literal years.

Anyway, analysis below the cut

Some notes about his color:

-The color of his costume is a really good question. Depending on the lighting he can look purple or blue or even black. Color picking a neutral value in neutral lighting puts his base color right in the middle of blue and purple.

-However, I like him being blue more, so I’ll refer to him as blue.

-It really doesn’t matter though, as his base color really is best described as either a bluish-purple or a purplish-blue.

Anyway, let's get right into the analysis.

Overall, the goal of changing BVs design was to make him look more like a smooth talking gangster, and all of my points are about how his design achieves this goal. I’m not here to compare him to CBs costume, they’re trying to communicate totally different things, and comparing them wouldn’t really achieve much. (But just fyi, CBs costume really is just, *chefs kiss*, perfect little clown boy)

His color really is the most obvious thing about him. For a red caboose he sure doesn’t have a lot of red. Sure, but the change in base color is just strengthening his personality. The darker color makes him stand out less, fitting his more shady personality, and the blue makes sure that his red pieces and pinstripes still pop.

See how the stripes pop against the blue better compared to the red, even though they’re the same value?

And the stripes. The stripes have gone from just representing wood panels, to looking more like actual pinstripes, with the dark base and lighter stripes. This reinforces the idea that he’s more of a gangster, more specifically the smooth talking kind.

The red in the red caboose is now mainly limited to his hat, shoulder pieces, chest piece, gloves and shoes. Most of his red being near his face guides the eyes towards it, making his face stand out even without flashy makeup. His gloves and shoes could have been black, but I think them being red brings a nice balance (and his red shoes do look rather dapper!).

The shoulder pieces don’t resemble a caboose shape in the slightest, but Starlight Express isn’t too concerned with accuracy to real life. And neither am I, as long as it serves a good purpose. Trapezoidal shoulder pieces are sleek, and remind me of the padded shoulders of certain zoot suits, once again reinforcing the gangster theme. And, from the back, especially at an angle, the pieces form a sleek caboose shape. 

His hat can look a bit goofy I admit, but it does heavily depend on who is wearing it. Dan has a tendency to pull it down a bit too much, with no skew (though this could possibly be just his hat not fitting too well because it’s damaged). Thankfully most other actors wear it better, making the hat look less goofy.

(L -> R: Dan Ellison, Gary Sheridan, Tom Nihill, Kai Cameron-Jay and Darius James)

And still speaking about the hat, while the shape isn't quite like a regular caboose cupola, it is pretty close to a more tapered design seen in some Pennsylvania Railroad cabooses!

Now, for some actual complaints.

-His design is actually a bit empty? I wish he had something more going on, but I have no idea what you could even add. 

-His chestpiece looks kinda goofy ngl. But again, I’m not sure what could replace it. A chest box perhaps? Though I have my own personal reasons for not wanting him to have one…

-I wish he had some more silver in him. Perhaps some necklaces attached to his scarf?

-Speaking of, the scarf doesn’t quite fit the theme. Maybe making the costume look more like a suit and making the scarf a high collar instead could work? That’s something for me to ponder about later...

And I think I’ve ran out of juice! Thank you for reading this quick analysis of his costume! Discussion, comments and questions are welcome :)

#stex #starlight express #bv the brake van

[oscarswildetiger]

I was tagged by @terryfphanatics to compile a list of 9 movies that I loved, and at first I couldn’t think of one movie, then I had too many and had to edit. So this is just a loosely based list on 9 movies that are definitely at the top of my Movies I love list.

Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure! Hands down one of my favorites, while I’ve been decorating my house I’m trying to take inspiration from Graceland and Pee-Wee in every room. This movie is silly and ridiculous. A perfect mashup of camp, Burton, and Danny Elfman. 

I first watched Harold and Maude when I was a junior in High School. Someone else in our drama class had watched it and talked about how funny it was, and afterward I asked my Drama teacher what it was about and the description he gave me was so WILDLY DIFFERENT than what the movie was that when I watched it the first time I was so disappointed. However it’s since grown on me and continues to be one of my favorites to this day. I watch this movie when I’m happy. I watch this movie when I’m sad and grieving. I’ve stood in line on record store day to purchase the soundtrack on vinyl. I try to model my life like Maude even when I find inspiration in Harold. And Vivian Perkins continues to be fashion inspo every day of the week.

Hey so don’t fucking judge me okay. Yes yes, I love Gene Wilder and I love Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory but @terryfphanatics already did that and besides those two movies are bad bitches and we don’t pit bad bitches against each other. I don’t know why so many people HATE this movie, if anything it’s more accurate to the book than the 1971 version (Though lacking in Oscar Wilde quotes) But anyway. I was so excited, this movie came out the height of my Tim Burton and Johnny Depp phase and I went to the midnight showing. It possessed me completely and then I saw it FOUR MORE times in theaters. My friends bought me purple leather silk lined gloves. I bought the velvet jacket, I cut my hair. I wore vests and pinstripe pants to school. I made golden tickets and folded them into king sized candy bars for my 16th birthday and handed them out at school with no explanation. I had never been so popular. Everything at my party was chocolate. Chocolate cups and everything! All my friends gave me Charlie and the Chocolate factory merch. I was living it. I don’t have any complaints about this movie. It’s delightful. I love it all. Don’t come for this movie or I’ll come for you.

Big Trouble in Little China was a movie I was exposed to very young and I only continue to love it more as I get older. I’m in love with Kurt Russell. I quote it all the time. It’s so 80′s and action packed without going over the top with fight scenes like some other john carpenter flicks. I like to use this movie to gauge whether or not I will get along with someone. 

Truth Beauty Freedom Love. Is there anything else to say? I remember when this movie came out my parents wouldn’t let me see it but when I finally got to see it years later it was like I discovered drugs for the first time. I changed my whole room to be french and moulin rouge themed. My friends and I would sing the songs to each other in the stair wells. The music and the costumes are *chef kiss*

When I was little I wanted to change my name to Sally because of this movie. I expect the man I marry to be like Gary Hallet even if I keep chasing after Jimmy Angeloves.  And if I’m lucky I’ll end up like Aunt Francis, she’s really all I ever wanted to be in this world. If you haven’t seen it, take a windy summer night and watch it with the windows open.

Less and less people seem to have seen this gem of a movie. A perfect horror movie set in a neutral setting. Bored suburban neighbors growing increasingly wary of their new neighbors? It’s amazing. Tom Hanks, Bruce Dern, Carrie Fisher, and Corey Feldman? Yes please. Again, if you haven’t seen it. Perfect Summer night flick.

This Movie is great on so many levels. I quote it non stop. It had such a big impact on me from when I first saw it at a sleep over. As stupid as Austin Powers but with far more charm. The best thing about this movie is seeing how many cameos there really are. Talk about star studded as well! Ben Stiller, Jerry Stiller, Owen Wilson, Will Ferrell, Milla Jovovich, Christine Taylor, and countless cameos including David Bowie in maybe one of the best movie scenes of all time. 

Marissa. Tomei.  I’m gonna go ahead and tag @beardedbarista @hatglasses @impure-lace @pmastamonkmonk @everyonespinkontheinside but no pressure

[airris-fr]

pinstripe on f skydancers is *chef's kiss*

#actually #f skydancer is just superior in every way

[vanmccannonlyfans]

how would you style Van with the colour green?

ahhhhh he would look so good in green!! i can't believe we've never seen him in green spare one military style jacket from over a decade ago...

fendi fw 21

if he can do all black he can do all green...we love a monochromatic moment here

hermes f 22

comfy grandpa cardigan and leather pants bc van contains multitudes

d&g fw 18

the velvet...the emerald shade...the bow tie...the brocade pants...chefs kiss

gucci fw 20

fantasy pick but this whole fit is just FUN i love it

alexandre mattiussi ss 23

i love how breezy and understated this is like i usually hate track style pants but the pleats on these make them look so nice! i think van would really pull this off

bode f 20

the pennants on the jacket are so fun and unexpected and i love the colorway of the purple shorts, yellow shirt, and green jacket

salvatore ferragamo ss 21

everything about this is just so pretty and purposefully designed from the draping of the shirt to the perforations in the jacket and the simple pinstripe pants and belt

#thanks for asking! ❤️‍🔥 #you’ve got mail 💌 #van mccann #catb

[anandasamsara]

10, 11, 20 for artist ask game?

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

Suits, i think. There's something about suits, formal shirts, correctly fitted blazers and pants thats just *chefs kiss* also pinstripe formal suits are the best

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

I usually just listen to my liked songs on spotify, so there's a lot going on most of the time, from lil nas x to japanese metal and irish drinking songs and japanese bossa nova for some reason. Also, even if i dont want to listen to anything in a given moment, i live upstairs from a bar, so i have to listen to funk and sertanejo and samba a lot

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

Landscapes, i guess?? I feel like im terrible at everything everyone else is also bad at, like hands and feet and background, but i dont see many people talking about landscape art and i find it very relaxing

#asks #art asks

[magmagical-fr]

oh my god. are u kidding me

(oilslick/copper/grapefruit)

#flight rising #dragon share #gen one #grapefruit glimmer stays winning and i've been looking for a dragon for copper butterfly. didn't expect these colors to work together tho #the dark blue in oilslick pinstripe really ties it together.. just *chef kiss*

[andyridgeley]

don’t look at me-

#personal thingys #iM GONNA LOSE IT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #THEY LOOK SO GOOD !!!!!!! #jons look is *chefs kiss* but the pinstripes on andrew and billy's classic look but LIKE black/dark navy/gray is STILL GOOD #no one was gonna send me these HMMMM?? ? ? ??

[self-sailing-ships]

crop top woozi crop top woozi.... i was unprepared

#the styling for the anyone stage was *chef's kiss* across the board tbh #i love a good pinstripe #laura talks

[saltminerising]

pinstripes look so good on faes, those crests are *chef kiss*

Sunshine/Lavender/Sunshine Pinstripes/Eel/Contour, Pastel Shadow eyes

#fashion label

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

miss ma'am!! all i could think when i aaw your latest fic is "go bad b, go bad b" (tiktok brainrot ik, ik...). anyway, i loved the fic before even reading from the subtle obvious hints and pangs to the entitled comments ("she would lick his boots if he asks and i'm proud of this" aaaaa, sweet, sweet confidence! good for you, hun!) and then i start reading and it was *chef kiss* response.

i usually am not a big fan of crybaby reader, or overly sub reader, but the way you wrote it... neat. she's safe and it's so clear that he loves her and won't leave her (fictional love style) and she can be as vulnerable as she needs (don't we all need a break sometimes?). i also really like you added Billy's scars in it (or did i misread the line?). i love scarred Billy and i think you'd do a great job writing more of him (only if you want :) ).

Heeeeyyy, he has scars on his chest, not his famous s2 ones on his face. I kind of wanted to indirectly showcase mafia Billy's style. You know, the pinstripe suit, the rings, the silver chain, the guns, the scars. So that in the back of your head you know this isn't normal Anvil Billy. I had considered giving him a fully inked chest, or something on his thigh but I scrapped the idea cause I'm a little wuss 😅😅 (jk)

I even got a little bit more hate after posting but I am unbothered 😁😁😁

So, I love the idea of crybaby reader, I just think she'd bring out the meanest Billy and yet the most murderous. I can just imagine him making fun of his weepy bunny, but pulling a gun on anyone that makes her cry. It's so good it's delicious.

Imagine someone calling you a weak little bitch and he doesn't live ten more seconds because Billy just kills him on the spot. 🚩 ❤ It's the same red ahahahahhaha

#ask

[mandoalorian]

Sugar and Spice [Maxwell Lord x Reader] - Chapter 11

Summary: When you are evicted from your apartment by your toxic ex boyfriend and have no place to go, who do you turn to? Alone in the city as the countdown to Christmas begins, you find yourself applying for a job as the assistant of the world’s biggest entrepreneur; Maxwell Lord. Little do you know, he has other intentions for you. No doubt about it, this Christmas will truly be like no other.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Smut, mentions of a previous verbally abusive relationship, typical 80s misogyny (but very little of it), mentions of food and drink, alcohol consumption. This is a sugardaddy x sugarbaby fic soooo… a daddy k!nk too oops.

But in this chapter - references to verbal abuse and a neglectful mother.

Author’s note: After an accidental one month hiatus, I’m back! I’m nervous about posting this because I haven’t updated December Magic since I saw WW84. As you may have noticed, I have rebranded this fic and the name is now called ‘Sugar and Spice’! There is a slight time jump in this chapter, and it’s just a short one as I ween back into it, but I realised I was struggling so much continuing this fic after seeing WW84 because it just didn’t feel like the Max Lord we ended up with was anything like the Max Lord in this fic. This chapter is my attempt to make amends and draw a link between Sugar and Spice and WW84. 

While I’m here I want to give a shout out to my new on-going Max Lord series ‘I Believe In Love’, which you can read here. I Believe In Love is like my baby and I am so so proud of it thus far.  Anyways, enjoy chapter 11 of December Magic!

MASTERLIST

PREVIOUS - CHAPTER ELEVEN - NEXT

He hadn’t come home for Christmas. He hadn’t come home for two months. It was fine at first. He called you as soon as he reached London, just like he promised. He expressed to you how busy he was with work commitments and how difficult it was for him to cope with the timezones. The distance between the UK and USA was devastating. Your hour long phone calls gradually became more spread out and only lasted a few minutes, and honestly? It broke your heart. There you were; living in Lord Manor, and Maxwell had kept his word: “you want for nothing”. You had everything. His weighty black AMEX card, a house staff such as a butler and a chef and your own personal driver to take you wherever you wished to go. Any material possessions you wished for… they were yours. You weren’t even working for the privilege or the money. Max was far away and yet, he made sure you still had a home and a life, and he made sure that you were safe.

But there was still an extreme void in your heart. You were missing Maxwell. You’d try calling him but there was always a dead line. Not even Raquel would answer. You felt like you were drifting apart and your whole body ached with dread as you wondered if Max had forgotten about you. You’d kept in contact with Maxwell’s three assistants at Black Gold and they had no information on the work commitments that Max was supposedly seeing too. The romance you had shared during December may have been a whirlwind, but you knew him better than any other person on the planet and you felt like he was deliberately avoiding you.

There was something not right.

***

“Kitty!” Maxwell cried, his cheeks burning red and his eyes flicking with bewilderment as the child was thrust into his arms. A ghost from his past. Kitty was an ex lover of Maxwell’s, and honestly one of many. He hadn’t thought about her in years.

“I’ve brought him up for the past six years, he’s your problem now!” Kitty spat, an evil smirk crossing her lips. “I see you on the television with all your fame and fortune, if you don’t want him then the least you can do is pay a nanny to watch him. I have nothing Max. A shitty little apartment in the east of London. I’m working for a modelling internship but it’s hard to find luck when I’ve got a six year old kid dragging my heels behind.”

“Dragging your heels?” Maxwell repeated, furiosity burning his lungs. “He’s your son for Christ sake! How can you say that? Right in front of him!” 

Maxwell turned back to the child who was standing as still as ever in the centre of the hotel room, nervously looking at his feet. Everytime Kitty raised her voice, the boy winced, and it crushed Max. This situation was all too familiar to him. 

“He’s your son too!” Kitty glared, her face just as cold as her heart. “I want nothing to do with him. Goodbye.” Kitty said, her voice venomous, before leaving the hotel room and slamming the door behind her.

Maxwell’s knees felt weak and wobbly and he stumbled to his bed, sinking down with an exasperated sigh. Max’s hands cradled his own face and he blinked away unshed tears before sitting back up and looking at the six year old boy. The boy was silent, and his dark eyes matched the sadness of his father’s. How could this have happened?

Maxwell Lord had a son.

Max didn’t know what to say. What could he possibly say? He remembered doing work in London back in 1977; it was the start of his big break, and his bachelor persona hadn’t changed much since then. When Kitty found out Maxwell was back in London, she used it as her one final chance to track him down. Turns out, a big name CEO such as Max Lord was hard to get a hold of, especially when he lived on the other side of the world. Kitty never had pure intentions. Of course the pregnancy was unplanned and the sad reality was, Alistair was unwanted by his mother. Kitty was an aspiring model, fueled by ambition and goal, much like Maxwell. She didn’t have a single maternal instinct in her. Only there was a significant difference between Alistair’s parents. Whilst Kitty cared so little about her son, Maxwell knew that from this day forward, Alistair would be his top priority. He would never let his job intervene with his son. He wouldn’t make the same mistakes his own parents did.

Maxwell never thought about children, or considered bringing any into the world. He told himself he’d never want to be a father. He had such a terrible upbringing himself and his mother was wicked, he’d be too afraid. He’d never want to hurt or disappoint a potential child of his the way his own parents had hurt and disappointed him. But when he looked into his son’s eyes he felt nothing but determination. He’d been an absent father and that was not okay. Max just wished he’d known about his son before now. But it’s not like he could turn back time. Max knew he had to make amends and he knew he had to do it now.

Maxwell opened his arms and held Alistair’s hands, bringing him close and holding him tight against his chest. “My son,” he whispered, trying to refrain from crying. “I love you so much. I know you don’t know me, but you will, and I will spend the rest of my life making you proud. You are my everything.”

“You saved me daddy,” Alistair whimpered, tears spilling and dampening his father’s pinstripe shirt. “Thank you.”

***

You waited every day for Maxwell to return, but you never expected him. You were laying on the living room sofa, a blanket wrapped around you, half asleep as the muse from the television drowned out your thoughts. When you heard the lock on the front door click open, you thought you were dreaming. There was no way. No way. Footsteps. Hell, there was more chance of an intruder than it was Max. You rubbed your eyes and cautiously rose to your feet.

Your heart sank when he entered the room. It was him. He was home. Tears filled your eyes and you couldn’t hide the excited grin that painted your lips. “Oh my god Max!” you squealed, running up to him. He looked tired, but he was smiling too. You were inclined to run into his arms, but your focus on his face left you without realizing the small sleeping child he was carrying in his arms.

You blinked in confusion, your gaze flicking between Maxwell and the boy. “This is Alistair, my son.” Maxwell informed you, his voice hoarse and low. At the mention of his name Alistair stirred in his sleep and Maxwell immediately, on instinct, shushed him. 

“You-what?” You were speechless. You knew something was wrong the second Max had distanced himself. The second the phone calls had stopped and he hadn’t come home. You knew something was wrong when his assistants said his work schedule was clear. But never in a million years did you expect your sugar daddy to come home with a son.

“I didn’t know,” Max whispered in avoidance to wake up Alistair. “It’s a long story but I promise I’ll tell you everything. I’m sorry I didn’t come home for Christmas like I promised. I’m so sorry baby. I’ll make up for it.”

You couldn’t even gather words. You swallowed the hard lump in your throat and contemplated everything. You sighed. You believed Max - how could you not? Of course, you were very interested in learning all about his secret son but you supposed that didn’t matter too much right now. All that mattered is that Max was home, and safe. You smiled and rested your hand on Alistair’s forehead, brushing his straight black hair out of his face. Alistair smiled sleepily under your touch. Max’s cheeks grew warm with admiration as you comforted his son. It meant a lot to him that you took a liking to Alistair and that you accepted the fact Alistair was in his life now, and nothing would change that.

After all, Max Lord was still hopelessly devoted and in love with you.

“Come on,” you whispered, bringing your hand up to cup Maxwell’s face. You brushed your thumb over the height of his cheekbone and Max found himself subconsciously leaning into your touch. “Let’s take him to bed and go to bed ourselves. We clearly have a lot to catch up on.”

Max nodded his head in affirmation and you followed him upstairs. He took Alistair to a guest bedroom and gently tucked him under the blankets, pressing a caring kiss into his son’s forehead before turning back to you. As you watched his gentle actions, it was like you were witnessing a whole new side to Maxwell. And it was beautiful.

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[spiralhigh]

ranking the sdr2 cast by how much their formal wear hits

this is just my opinion, but my opinions are great and i know what i’m talking about! this will be long so it’s under a cut

S TIER:

s tier is reserved for only the best of them all, the cream of the crop, the fit that i would gladly lay down my life for. s tier is the crown jewel. s tier is what everyone else should strive to be... but only one can take the prize.

#1: AKANE OWARI

the undisputed champion. this look is everything to me. EVERYTHING. the red-trim cape with the fur. the contrast of the airy, gathered blouse with those skin-tight shiny (leather? vinyl??) pants. the pumps. the belt that screams disco style. the necklace accentuating the tasteful titty window. the red white and gold color scheme  are you FUCKING WITH ME miss owari this look could bring ARMIES to their KNEES in an INSTANT. whoever drew this deserves full creative control of the danganronpa franchise and i’m not kidding

A TIER:

a tier is for the fits that frankly own bones. they’re not as jaw-dropping and legendary as owari, but they’re still razor as hell and deserve to be met with riotous applause.

#2: KAZUICHI SOUDA

kazuichi, i didn’t know you had it in you, but this FUCKS. the character of the pins on the lapels, the sneakers, and the mispinned tie. the absolute CLASS of the suspenders, watch, and tiny round glasses. the handsome slick in the hair now that the greasy beanie is gone. the tasteful highwater. he looks like the host of the larry king show if the larry king show was exclusively about ska bands and he has never looked better

#3: HIYOKO SAIONJI

tell me this isn’t the cutest shit. the colors here are EXQUISITE. the bright notes from the blue on top, the way the soft pink is a perfect middle ground of the pink + white flowers on her sleeves, the subtle way the green in her bow matches the green in her collar, the white petals breaking up the sky blue that might otherwise look out of place? remarkable. stunning.

#4: PEKO PEKOYAMA

the ELEGANCE is EVERYTHING here. the monochrome is offset by just a splash of red that ties everything together with her eyes and the flower in her hair, the checkerboard pattern is visually interesting but not distracting, and her hair in that loose ponytail with the little white ribbon? ugh. ADORABLE! but most of all, look at those BOOTS. those CUTE LITTLE HEELS on those SICK LACE-UP BOOTS..... QUEEN shit!!!

#5: CHIAKI NANAMI

rounding out our a tier is chiaki in this adorable little dress just LOOK at her!!! she looks like a little rose, a perfect flouncy skirt with a glittery mesh overlay, a fun and fresh over-the-shoulder collar, a fucking big old bow tied in the back?? i can literally feel the way this dress would feel in my hands. it’s simple and perfect and frankly a GORGEOUS color on her this is flawless

B TIER:

b tier is a perfectly respectable place to be. these fits lack the lustre and flavor of the a tier entries, but they’re still dressed to impress and they still look fine as hell.

#6: TERUTERU HANAMURA

say what you will about teruteru (and i do) but this suit is ADORABLE and it fits in with his theme + talent better than any other mfer on this list. the tasteful white/brown/red palette gives it a flashy chocolate cookie look, which is amplified in the fun pattern on the jacket. the chef’s hat switching out for a little top hat and the way the cumberbund looks a lil bit like a chocolate bar is also VERY cute

#7: THE IMPOSTOR

now on its own, the suit is just alright. a vibrant pinstripe blue three-piece with the classic red tie wouldn’t land the impostor in b tier on its own... but that FUR COAT, LUXURIOUSLY DRAPED OVER THE SHOULDERS does WONDERS to pull this look together. not only is it worn with “yeah, it’s real mink, no, you can’t touch it” confidence, but it also ties the otherwise arbitrary white loafers into the structure of the look. it’s subtle and class as hell.

C TIER

c tier is full of looks that are... fine, but ultimately either are boring, lack cohesion, or have a confusing design choice or two that make it hard to get all that amped about. c tier is a passing grade, but nothing more.

#8: NAGITO KOMAEDA

there’s a lot that’s good about this outfit, but there’s also a lot that doesn’t really work. let’s start with the good: the slutty loose bowtie and collar, the tight-fitting vest that ends before the hipbones so you can see the belt, the cute little ponytail? (chefs kiss) exquisite, all of it. but the suit itself is boring as sing, and who the hell decided to put the t-shirt symbol on the sleeves??? was it to add visual flavor to an otherwise bland suit? this does NOT have the black/white/red elegance that peko had.

#9: FUYUHIKO KUZURYUU

the silver and gold mob-boss look, complete with matching shoes vest and fedora, are a nice nod to fuyuhiko’s talent! the plaid is teetering on the edge between fun and garish to me, but the fact that it’s consistent and the only pattern means it isn’t too offensive. quick question though: why are his pant legs rolled up like that?? this isn’t a cute “cuffed at the ankle” look, dude looks like he had to wade across a pond to get to the venue. what gives

#10: GUNDAM TANAKA

out of everyone here, gundam’s suit might be the most boring of all. the scarf is just his normal scarf. the red tie and trim don’t do anything to tie the look together. the only mild point of interest is the asymmetrical vest, and i can’t even tell if that’s intentional. simply put, this “““fancy”““ outfit isn’t even in the same ZIP CODE as the level of ostentatious chuuni that gundam serves us every single day in his casual wear. maybe even worse than being ugly... it’s disappointing.

#11: IBUKI MIODA

now, look. is this dress buckwild and ugly as hell? yes. but you know what else it is? it is IBUKI MIODA’S DRESS. there might not be a single cohesive thing about this dress aside from its color scheme. the huge poofy ruffles of the skirt and arm things with the spiked bow and corset are baffling. the artist somehow managed to draw the awkward, clumping shape of the skirt to make it look exactly like an emergency cosplay sewn four hours before a convention. frankly, i can’t justify ranking it as a c! but i’m doing it anyway, because the sheer level of craftsmanship demands it, and in this house we respect diy queens that are totally off the shits.

D TIER:

d tier is for outfits that aren’t offensive, exactly... but like, they sure don’t look good! d tier is not a respectable place to be. those in d tier won’t be laughed out of the ceremony in shame, but they should really run their outfit by someone else first next time.

#12: NEKOMARU NIDAI

now don’t get me wrong: i have nothing but respect for the titties-out look. keeping the shirt unbuttoned all the way down to where the lapels of the jacket end? that’s sexy as hell. however, this flawless idea has a confusing execution. why emerald green and orange? what’s with the... long-sleeved printed (hawaiian?) shirt? why the red pocket square? and the jacket itself, while fitted perfectly along the chest and midsection, has a weird, unflattering scallop shape flaring out at the bottom. i want to like this fit, but there are just too many bad choices.

#13: HAJIME HINATA

oh, hajime... literally nothing about this ensemble is it. the creamy manila suit might have had potential if there were literally any color variation in the vest (or potentially shoes) to give it a little more shape, or even if you just went with a white shirt underneath it! i could get behind a light, off-monochrome look! but that leprechaun-green shirt is downright perplexing to me. it looks like a mistake! did you get dressed in the dark? did you spill something on your other shirt? this is a mess.

F TIER:

f tier is inexcusable. f tier should never have happened. how does it get this bad. who did this? who’s responsible for this?

#14: SONIA NEVERMIND

y’know, the colors are pretty! i dig the white and teal! but... girl... what the fuck is this construction. the ruffles are all over the place. the bodice looks like it has less fabric than space it needs to cover. the bottom half of the skirt looks like it was sewn on as an afterthought because the top half was too short for dress code. what’s with the weird choker collar detached from everything else. why is the hairband a slightly different shade of green. so many decisions were made here and none of them are flattering

#15: MAHIRU KOIZUMI

yknow, i like the idea behind this. i can see what you were going for! the dress on its own might have worked, even! but everything else about it is just... so ugly. what the fuck is happening with those shoes??? the sheer black tights aren’t the sexy OL look you think they are. the collar of the dress looks like it’s... braided for some reason??? those earrings are so huge for no payoff, statement jewelry with nothing to say, and worst of all... that headband. GIRL. that headband and that belt...... there’s nothing here. also i love orange but it’s not her color.

and finally... the worst.

#16: MIKAN TSUMIKI

what the fuck. what the fuck is this. this is straight up cheap rubber fetish gear. why is the HAT rubber? that skirt ruffle makes this look like fucking polly pocket clothes. why the fuck is she wearing that. the clothes are so bad that it makes her hair look like rubber too. was she dared to wear this? is this some cruel punishment? i don’t even know what to say. this is the worst possible outfit. there is not even one redeeming quality about it.

#danganronpa #sdr2 #new tab

[godkingsanointed]

A short of @border-spam 's Seifa meeting with my Eridium smuggler leader Mass (short for Massacre)

"Ur-machina,a pleasure" that wolfs smile crooned as Seifa entered the restaurants gilded doors. She'd expected a little hustle and bustle during this "discussion" but it seemed the place had been booked just for 2 tonight. She'd done her research,gone over the woman's strategies,scare tactics,knew exactly the deal she wanted here and knew she had back up of her own on call if negotiations got nasty. She was prepared for all that. What she wasn't prepared for,was the woman herself. All 6 foot of her,expensive dark suit pinstriped in gold,half open undershirt offering Sei her arm. She took a second to compose herself and smooth out the front of her backless dark red dress before accepting.

"Seifa,between friends" she winked,matching the mood and accepting the arm. She got a rich husky laugh of approval as they found their table,Mass pulling out the seat for her. "Then you can call me Mashen'ka,or Mass. Whichever you prefer My friend. You've nothing to fear from Massacre tonight." A reassurance and a reminder of her more dangerous side all at the same time,spoken low by her ear as Sei took a seat. She tried not to shivver,to hide it at least. The self satisfied smirk Mass shot her back told her she might not have pulled it off. She grit her teeth slightly,determined to regain the upper hand as the first round of drinks arrived. Mass had other ideas it seemed. "I love that dress by the way,I'm a big fan of red..." she let her eyes linger on Sei for a second,a slight bite of her lower lip to reiterate the point. "And that tattoo! Takes someone of substance to carry ink like that well." 

Sei couldn't stiffle a giggle which she'd later assure everyone else as well as herself was part of the act. "I could say the same" that one didn't work out as well as she hoped on her end. Mass only grinned wider,tilting her head up slightly and positioning her arms in display,willing Seifa to inspect her further. "I have plenty more you can't see here,not just for decoration of course". There was something almost infuriating about the level of confidence Mass exuded,but fuck of it wasnt effective. "Well-" Sei began,her best winning smile as she looked up playfully through her eyelashes,ignoring butterflies in her stomach and draw of her eyes to a tattooed chest and neck "they don't make you a saint for nothing." She felt good about that play,Mass wasn't the only one here with status.

 "Mmm,I'm aware Seifa A'rosk. Built yourself up from a...humble start,that goes a long way with me...and anyone who can climb the ranks within a family of my kin deserves respect. Especially with a mind like that..." she paused to order a second round,and inquire about any food the two might want. "We have my chef in,have to be careful you know? But ah yes- your mind" she took a sip,reveling in the blush creeping it's way into Seifa's cheeks. Couldn't give the clever ones a second to think. "Iv looked over the engine design,pulling directly from your personal digistruct stock is genius. "Course I'm not so mechanically minded as you" the smile changed to something far more genuine at that,which made it all the more effective. Sei felt herself fumble a little as she replied. "Well I mean-collaboration is...it's..my team..." she cursed herself internally,berating herself for such a rookie counter. Strangely that seemed to work best on the woman opposite.

Mass only sat an smiled,listening to her trip over her tongue,even leaning in a little closer while the woman tried to get a handle on what she was going to say. "Oh precious,your just good enough to eat aren't you?" She cooed when Seifa eventually stopped,green eyes laser focused on her now. "You know,I think you might have won me over Seifa...My boys love your guns,get into the right rhythm with them an you got stayin' power for hours you know? Always been my style." that,admittedly,was overkill. At this point Mass was just having fun,and the fact her associate here didn't even know where to look right now? She was just delighting in it. "I'll agree to your full terms. You'll get your first Eridium shipment tomorrow." She leaned back in her chair,letting the statement sink in as she sipped the last of her drink. A negotiation partner she actually had good time with and could talk rings around was worth the extra price. "I...um...great yes-" Sei wasn't exactly sure what to say,she wasn't even sure what just happened. Even if she had a follow up,Mass got a ping on their echo that caused a string of cursing under her breathe. She stood,taking a step towards Sei an taking hold of her hand. "Trust me I hate to cut this short,but could you forgive me if I go attend to some...unfortunate business?" Seifa only nodded and Mass pressed a kiss onto her hand with a wink,calling out to her as she went. "Your stay is on me,so feel free enjoy yourself tonight yeah? And Echo me if you need a drinking partner later on"

Seifa stayed put for a few minutes after she left,composing herself after the absolute whirlwind she was. That was a win...She...thought...oh god...She flagged down a waiter. she needed a fucking DRINK.

#seifa #leech lord #mass

[marveloussupernerd]

Omg! Jumin with 6 and 20 for the Christmas list pleeeeeaseeee? Thx!

Omg YES I’ve been so excited to write this

Jumin Claus - Jumin Han

This is from my Christmas / winter prompts list !

Prompts:

6. Don’t go work. Stay home and cuddle with me instead

20. You want me to dress up as... Santa? For the kids? Me?

Summary: another year, another RFA Charity Fundraiser. You and your husband are determined to make it great, no matter what it takes

It was disgustingly early. You and Jumin had stayed late setting up the stage last night for the fundraiser party. You hadn’t gotten home until midnight, and even then you still had to warm up, shower, get ready for bed... you hadn’t even gotten 5 hours of sleep.

Yet there he was, getting out of bed, stretching, running a hand through his hair. “Jumin,” you whined, pulling the blankets up further on you, “come back.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, a hand reaching over to stroke your hair. “Merry Christmas.” His voice was deep and groggy.

“Jumin, it’s 5:30.”

He sighed. “I know. I have a few things I want to do at the office before the party.”

“Noooo.” You pulled him closer to you, causing him to fall back into the bed. You laid on top of him, successfully pinning him down. “Don’t go work. Stay home and cuddle with me instead.”

He surrendered to you, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close. “Okay... but I might have to stay late tomorrow.”

“Worth it.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. “I want to spend all of Christmas with you.”

“You’re adorable, my wife.” It made you giddy to hear him call you that. “What time do we have to leave for the fundraiser?”

You yawned. “Not yet. We can leave at 9 or so.”

“Can we go back to sleep then?”

You nuzzled your nose into his neck, inhaling his scent. He smelled like lavender, likely from the bath he ran last night, and drier sheets. It was so comforting. You couldn’t help but shut your eyes. “Mhm,” you murmured. “G’night.”

He kissed the top of your head, getting comfy again. “Good night Love.”

This time you were the first to wake up. Oops. It was 8:40. So much for leaving at 9. You were confident the others would be able to keep the event running smoothly if you were a few minutes late.

Jumin looked so handsome sleeping. His eyelashes were so long, his lips so smooth, his hair was hanging in front of half his face. Most importantly, he was smiling. You couldn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat. You wanted to let him sleep even longer.

But you didn’t want to force more work on Jaehee.

You reached up to press a kiss to his jawline. “Jumin,” you whispered.

His eyebrows furrowed, a crease forming on his forehead. You traced it with your fingertips. You pulled yourself up a little higher, leaning over to whisper in his ear: “We’re gonna be late.”

He laughed, his chest shaking with each chuckle. “Ah well. This is why we pay people.” He shifted his hand on your waist to the back of your neck. “The roles have reversed. Now I’m asking you to stay in bed.”

You sat up from your position, a sly smile on your face. “This time I have to decline, unfortunately.” You bounded off his lap. “You said you got a new Christmas dress for me?”

He sat up in bed, leaning back on his elbows, watching you make your way to the closet. “I did. It’s hanging up.”

It caught your eyes immediately. It was a beautiful, long-sleeved burgundy velvet dress. The sleeves were covered in lace, the skirt fell to the floor. It was beautiful, and felt pretty warm too.

“Jumin!” You bounded over to him, leaping onto the bed to tackle him into a hug. He used the momentum to roll over on top of you, pinning you down on the bed. “I love it.”

“That’s amazing. I’m so glad you like it. You’re going to look so beautiful.” He leaned down to press an open-mouthed kiss to your neck, causing you to shiver at his touch. You pushed him off you playfully, getting back up.

“What do you want for breakfast? I told the chef to take off today so it’s whatever I can make,” you asked, making your way back to the closer to pick out some shoes.

“We can just have toast. We’ll eat more during the event.” You heard rustling. He was finally getting up.

He wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder. “You want tea too?” You asked. He grunted in approval. It made you laugh. You started moving further into the closet, dragging him along behind you. “What color suit are you wearing?”

“Black. Thought I’d keep it simple.” One hand left your waist to pull out the suit, a pinstriped shirt joining, of course.

Jumin liked it when you picked out his ties. Your fingers slowly went through the ties, feeling the textures and looking at the colors, trying to decide which would best fit. Luckily he had a burgundy one to match your dress pretty well. You pulled it out and held it up to him. “Like it?”

“Love it.” He took the tie from your hands. “No denying we’re a couple.”

“Our wedding was trademarked as ‘the wedding of the century.’” You giggled. “There’s no denying we’re a couple to begin with.”

“Well, yknow.” Jumin uttered out, a bright red on his face. “I just like being seen with you.”

You kissed his cheek. “I’m gonna make us food.”

“Please do.”

As you put the toast in, you thought about how you were going to do your hair and makeup. In actuality you didn’t have much time to get ready. Maybe you should have skipped breakfast altogether. It made you nauseous thinking about how quickly you had to get ready. You should’ve hired someone to do your hair.

Still, you tried to push those thoughts out of your mind and focused on not burning the toast and prepping the tea correctly. Once it was all done you called Jumin in.

He was all dressed up already. Everything perfectly In place besides his hair, which still needed gelled slightly to stay in place. “Wow. You look handsome.”

He smiled, taking long calculated strides to you, pulling you in for a longer kiss. “Thank you. I still need to do my hair though.”

“You’re telling me,” you snorted. “Me too.” You rushed off to the bathroom, plugging in your curling iron. You were kind of lousy at doing this, but you could do it if you believed in yourself enough! Maybe.

He must have noticed you were gone. You could hear his footsteps approaching, and then there he was, setting the two plates on the counter in the bathroom. “You know we’re allowed to be late.”

You pulled makeup out of the drawers. “I know. But I feel bad.” You threw some brown eyeshadow in your crease. Jumin held some toast to your mouth. You took a bite. This was how things were going apparently.

You packed a sparkly gold on your eyelid. Jumin grabbed the curling iron, spinning it around in his hands a few times. “May I?”

“I don’t know how well it’ll go but... I guess,” you shrugged, focusing hard on making a smooth line with your eyeliner. You grabbed your phone to call Jaehee, putting it on speaker.

“Hello?”

“Hi Jaehee! We’re running a little late because someone didn’t want to get up,” you explained, giggling at the pouty face your husband was giving you.

“That’s okay. Things are slow at the moment so it’s not too-“

“Ow! Jumin!” He had pulled your hair with the iron. He mumbled his apologies, kissing your cheek.

“Are you two okay?”

“I’m doing her hair. It’s going very well,” Jumin explained. As if.

“Something like that. But I’m getting ready as quickly as I can. We’ll be there soon.”

“Please do...” Jaehee trailed off. “I think we have a problem. We may need your help.”

“Oh! Okay! I’ll hurry. See you soon.” You hung up the phone. “We need to hurry.”

“I’ve done one strand.”

“Uhhhh,” you looked at your reflection. “Great. Perfect. We’ll put the rest up.” You reached for a hair tie, situating the hair into a bun on the top of your head, pulling a few strands loose, including the one Jumin had curled. You threw on a dark lipstick matching your dress. Did you have time to do your foundation? Heck no. You powdered your face. That would have to be good enough.

“Will you get the shoes I set out, Honey?” You called, grabbing your dress and all the appropriate undergarments, pulling them on quickly.

“It’d be my honor.” Jumin knelt down, lifting your dress slightly and helping you step into each heel, securing it in place with the strap. He kissed your ankle. “You look magnificent.”

“I’m glad. We need to go.”

Jumin held your hand as you left the penthouse, taking two security guards with you. Fortunately Driver Kim was already waiting for you. You all clambered into the car, you sitting close to your husband so that you could tie his tie. It was a thing. He liked when you did he for him. Once you were satisfied with how it sat, you kissed his cheek, burgundy lipstick staining the side of his face.

“I should have checked to see if it transferred.” You licked your thumb, wiping it off. “Sorry bout that.”

He grinned, grabbing your hand. He looked out the window as you passed by the event to park. “Looks pretty nice.”

“We did a good job. I hope nothing too bad is wrong.” The second you parked, you got out of the car, rushing towards the stage of the event where Jaehee was stationed. Jumin followed behind, but struggled to keep up with your speed walk.

“Jaehee! What can I help with?”

“Same as last time,” she sighed. “Our Santa cancelled last minute. Again.”

“No way! But we’re supposed to have a lot of kids here this time.” You had advertised that this was family friendly, with Santa and reindeer and crafts. So this was kind of a big deal. “Is Seven not coming?”

“No. Still on security.”

You glanced at your husband, catching up to you, sighing completely out of breath. A small smile formed on your face. “I’ll see what I can do,” you told Jaehee.

“Is everything alright Assistant Kang?” Jumin asked, regaining his composure.

You reached over and grabbed his arm, pulling him with you. “Let’s take a walk.” He followed you along.

“Why do I have a bad feeling about this?” He asked. The chance of him saying yes would have been zero, but... maybe there was a shot if his wife asked him? You were in a tough spot.

“Our Santa cancelled,” you stated simply.

“For real!? We promised the kids he’d be here.” Jumin ran a hand through his hair frustratedly. He bit his lip anxiously. “Wait...” it seemed he was connecting the dots.

“Will you maybe do it?”

“You want me to dress up as... Santa? For the kids? Me? Are you kidding?” He halted the walk, pausing to stare at you. “I...”

“Please Jumin. You’d do great. And we need someone to do it.” You let go of his hands, clasping yours together. “Don’t make me beg,” you pouted.

He sighed. “What’s in it for me?”

“You’d make your wife happy.”

“Well I thought I already did that.”

You groaned, frustrated. “Fine. I’ll make it up to you.” He raised an eyebrow. “We can discuss the terms later.”

“Fine. But only if you’ll come tell Santa what you want for Christmas,” he winked.

You literally facepalmed. “Okay! But you can’t be inappropriate.”

He kissed your cheek. “Okay. Help me get all Santa’d up?”

You grinned, grabbing his arm and leading him to the back where the Santa costume was. You untied his tie, taking your time undoing each button, folding each layer of clothes as he took them off.

“You are so lucky to have me,” Jumin commented. You could see a bright smile on his face. You pulled out the iconic red coat, helping him put it on. He was unhappy with having to wear a fake beard and hair, but he got over it quickly.

He wasn’t Santa. But he was good enough.

“Do I have to do a voice? What do I do?” He was nervous. You could tell by the way he was wringing his hands.

“Just ask what they want for Christmas. You’re a nice old man. It’s easy.” You tackled him in a hug. “I love you so much. I’m gonna leave first and then you leave a few minutes after so nobody suspects a thing.

The kids seemed to like him. He was shocked when the first one clambered onto his lap, but he got used to it quickly, smiling wide at each child, listening to what they got for Christmas and what they wanted next year, taking note of it, asking more questions. You want a skateboard? What color?

He even answered the ridiculous questions the kids had. How he got to the event. How he covered all the houses in the world. Who was naughty and who was nice. How the reindeer fly. It was adorable.

About halfway through you took him aside for a hot chocolate and cookie break. That didn’t stop kids from coming up and giving him hugs, thanking him for the presents. He got down on his knees to speak with them every time. He stayed in character the entire time, even when you thought you were safe. He was not ruining any magic.

Finally the night was coming to a close, the line slowed down. You made your way to the back of the line, waiting patiently for your turn to see Santa. Finally the time came. You carefully sat on his lap, there was no way to make this look appropriate dear lord, balancing your rear end in the air and only letting your thighs touch his leg. Legs closed tight, hands folded on your lap. Please nobody take a picture of this.

“Now I’ve heard you haven’t gotten your Christmas present yet,” Santa began. “What is it that you want?”

You giggled. “Honestly, with all the commotion I forgot all about presents. Uhm... I don’t know what I want. To spend time with my husband I guess. He’s been hard at work and I haven’t seen him for a while.”

“That’s quite unfortunate. I bet he misses you too. I know I miss Mrs. Claus.” His voice was deep and cheery. It didn’t even sound like Jumin. You burst out laughing.

“What do you want for Christmas, Santa?” You asked, giggles still in your throat.

He stared at you, absolutely blank-faced. “Well... I’m Santa. I don’t get presents. I just give them.”

“Boring. I bet Mrs. Claus will get you something quite nice,” you winked at him.

“I hope you have a nice Christmas with your husband.”

“You too J- uh, Santa.” Your cheeks were red. You climbed off his lap and tried to ignore the fact that that was the strangest encounter of your life.

Finally the event came to a close. People started leaving. You helped Jumin get out of his Santa gear and into his normal clothes. He looked exhausted, but satisfied. You finally left backstage, hand-in-hand, husband and wife once more.

“There you are!” Zen approached the two of you. “Wow... I’ve gotta say, that was a great acting job up there.”

Jumin pulled on his collar, seemingly uncomfortable. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah... what?” You joined in.

Zen’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Oh, I thought... I thought you were... nevermind. I don’t know why I thought you’d agree to something like that.”

The two of you laughed, making your way away from the party to a secluded spot, much like you had last Christmas.

“You were so great,” you complimented, holding his cheeks in your hands. “I appreciate your help more than you could know.”

“I actually had a lot of fun,” he confessed, his cheeks lighting up red. “And I decided what I want for Christmas. Or my birthday or something.”

“What is that?”

“A child of our own. Talking to all of them... I want to raise a child that’s just like you, maybe even like me. Raise them right. Let them be a kid, enjoy their childhood. No stress from the company. They’ll believe in Santa until they’re 12, at the very least.”

“Although I can’t just magically get pregnant, that does sound nice.” You smiled. He pulled you into a hug.

“Really! You really want that?” His voice was one of disbelief.

“Of course I want a family with you Jumin. Not just one kid, maybe two. Or three. I don’t know.”

“I-“ he pulled back to look at you. “I’m so happy.”

“Me too.” You pulled him in for a kiss. “Well... are you ready to go home?”

“I sure am,” he pulled you closer to him, closing all space between the two of you. “I’ve heard you have a few favors to repay me for.”

It was a restless night to say the least, but maybe Jumin’s wish came true as a result.

#mystic messenger #mysme #Jumin han