#trying to figure out how to draw the academy boys

[angemal]

you can tear freckled!sejanus from my cold dead hands

#*blasts your manipulative asshole cabbage boy with uwufication beam* #snowjanus #coriolanus x sejanus #tbosas fanart #sejanus plinth #coriolanus snow #tbosas #trying to figure out how to draw the academy boys #also. trying to figure out how to make coryo look different from enjolras 💀 #angemal.post

[charcoaldustonmyfingers]

Skyward Sword Zonai AU!

School shenanigans with the zonai crew!

Zelda is the daughter of the Headmaster still, and is best friends with Link. They go about their days in the academy, learning to fend off monsters that have long since disappeared from the floating islands of the goddesses’ chosen people. Link is a lazy boy, content to loaf around and glide freely on his loftwing, while Zelda is much more studious.

Trying to figure out how to draw the characters to be similar to their in game counterparts yet still with zonai flair was quite fun! Even if I toned the zonai decorations down to make them easier to draw lol

Link’s model in Skyward Sword has bags under his eyes, and he begins the game having nightmares about an evil force crawling up from a crevasse in the earth. Perhaps he often dreams of terrible omens for things to come?

{Zonai Designs} {The Beginning} {Fi Design} {Dragons} {Finding Zelda} {Meeting Dragons}

#legend of zelda #loz totk #skyward sword #zonai link #zonai zelda #loz skyward sword #loz tears of the kingdom #skyloft #zonai skyward sword au #the legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom

[thinkingotherwise]

hii!

There are very few blogs that write about wind breaker, and I think your writing is very good.I would like to request Sakura, Sugishita and Umemiya (separately), pining for a fem reader and how they would cope with their crush without her knowing.

The reader is foreign (Colombia), she speaks several languages ​​such as Japanese, English and French.She is talented in the arts (she studies at an arts academy), plays the piano, drawing, gymnastics and singing. She comes from a very rich family, her father is a metal singer and her mother is a martial arts teacher. I am a fan of curvy readers with a power character and stronger, she is kind but you don't really notice it since she is a sarcastic girl and a little cruel when she jokes without realizing it. She has a very well-groomed sense of fashion and changes his style very quickly but she loves boots of any kind. She is someone serious when she does not get into confidence especially with men (since she mostly does not have male friends), but when she does get into confidence she talks too much and tells black jokes, her laugh becomes loud and loud, she forgets manners and becomes becomes playful like touching or pinching your friends. She loves metal music but listens to all kinds of music. Before, she self-harmed because she didn't feel enough due to the pressure of always having been talented, that's why she has a long scar on her right leg and a few on her arms. She managed to overcome it with therapy and she doesn't care what her scars look like. She can be considered quite "crazy" because of her tastes, such as her somewhat macabre paintings or her jokes.

This was very long, sorry, but I got too excited.

Excited is good ;)

Sorry for the wait, I still have some more requests from April to finish.

Haruka Sakura, Kyotaro Sugishita, Hajime Umemiya x fem! Artistic! Sarcastic! reader

TW: selfharm/scar (mentioned)

Haruka Sakura

Even before Haruka realized he had a crush on you, he was in awe of your artistic skills, as well as linguistics. He was excited to get to know you were from out of Japan and he'd still randomly ask you different things about your country and the culture, and how much it was distinct from what you had in Japan. He'd ask you to say stuff in different languages, and in return, you'd make him pronounce them. He was amazed at your accents and words, while you were laughing at the way he pronounced them.

When it came to your questionable nature of joking and talking with others, at first, he thought that your jabs and cruel jokes were attacks on him. In that case, you'd return them even trying to pick up a fight with you. Even after all the time you spent together, he'd keep it up but he'd rather tackle you than punch you. He was aware it was how you normally behaved but he still wanted to let you know some might not be as understanding as he got used to.

Since the first time he got to know you, he was curious about your scar but waited for you to tell him first knowing some things are better kept as secrets for the time being. After he realized he liked you and then you did tell him about it, when you became a little closer, he'd surprise you by giving the bestest, longest, and coziest hug you could receive from him.

Being his crush would mean being taken care of in this strange aggressive, yet timid way.

Kyotaro Sugishita

At the beginning of, your rather questionable friendship, the both of you were quiet, him being that way normally and you trying to figure him out. With time passing you got used to him, thinking he was doing the same, but you finally realized it was his personality, so you took it upon yourself to be the more confident and talkative person.

Whenever you made him laugh or smile you'd celebrate it like it was the greatest success ever. You noticed he'd laugh rather easily if you were to joke at Sakura, responding to him sarcastically and making the boy confused.

Anytime you showed him your paintings he was surprised by your talent and imagination. He would ask you to describe the painting, what you drew, and how. It would be baffling to some that he'd become so interested but you appreciated it and went on and on about your art.

He'd also find appeal in your music, even if it was mostly metal he liked it, and even more, he enjoyed spending time with you while you showed the different songs to him.

When he realizes he has a crush he gets very invested in your hobbies, he could listen to you play or watch you draw for hours. Spending every minute he can with you.

Hajime Umemiya

Hajime got along with you the best since the beginning. He didn't mind whenever you started laughing and being touchy or pinching. When he realized he had some deeper feelings for you, than only friendship he would easily respond to your touchiness with his. He'd not leave you alone, when you started the little game, and be all over you trying to tickle you. You'd end up in a rather heated but also playful war.

You spent so much time together, he'd quickly understood that your cruel jokes are part of your character, and when he knew you didn't mean something, he'd playfully pinch you letting you know you're going too far. The both of you would be soo loud together while laughing and enjoying your company, you'd make Hiiragi's head hurt, and all the Bofurin to hear you.

Your styling skills made such an impact on Hajime. He loved it whenever you changed styles, he could watch you in so many different clothes and still be amazed by how good you looked. He himself didn't have any style, as most of his friends told him, so he sometimes asked you to lend him a hand and make him look cool as the leader of Bofurin.

As soon as he develops a crush on you he's more aware of the switch in you, emotional, as well as, physical. He'd always try to talk about them with you because he knows how hard it can be, and how much having someone to share it with can help.

Taglist: @misticbullet

#wind breaker (satoru nii) #wind breaker (satoru nii) x reader #wind breaker #wind breaker x reader #haruka sakura x reader #kyotaro sugishita x reader #hajime umemiya x reader

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Tdlosk Various - "Teruhashi's Rival!"

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In which PK Academy receives yet another new transfer student mid school year, but this one seems to have the favor of gods on his side, much to the dismay of a certain piss aura'd blueberry girl. Or; in which another one of "God's favorite children" enrolls into PK Academy and gives the ever popular Teruhashi Kokomi a run for her money when his reputation seems to overtake her own.

                                                                                                   

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"Oh!"

"Who's that guy?"

"Oh my!!"

"Do you think he'll be in our class?"

"How handsome!!!!"

The exclamations of various students rang throughout the halls, drawing other students from their classes to satiate their curiosity. Girls and boys alike crowded the hallways to see what was so exciting, pushing against and squeezing between one another. But soon enough the crowd parted into two, splitting like the red sea and out of the way for an approaching figure.

A boy; a fellow student judging by his uniform; about sixteen to seventeen years of age. He was tall, maybe around 6'⁴ or 6'⁵, with an average build. His silky h/c hair bounced and swayed in time with his steps as he walked down the hall while his sharp e/c eyes scanned the faces of the staring students. The most notable thing about him however was his handsome face, and in the eyes of a certain psychic, a grand luminescent aura that radiated from him. This boy was, in all observations, an ikemen.

Among the crowd stood a narcissistic certain blue haired girl. Her perfect brows furrowed as she hadn't heard a single person acknowledge her presence since the handsome stranger showed up. No one had even spared her a glance nor even a simple hello, not to mention hadn't heard single 'oh wow!'. Teruhashi was in shock, how could this one boy pull everyone's attention away from her in just a matter of seconds!?

How could she be the perfect pretty girl if noone even noticed that she was among them. So to fix this atrocity, she decided to speak up. She shimmied her way out of the crowd and snuck over to the end of the hallway and around the corner. The bluenette then turned back around and rounded the corner again, making it look like she had just come upon the scene. Quietly clearing her throat, she rose her voice slightly so that she could be heard over the exited murmurs of her peers.

"Hello everyone, what's going on?"

Teruhashi's angelic voice cut through the commotion, causing all eyes to turn to her.

"Oh!"

"It's Teruhashi–san!

"Oh wow!"

"She's so pretty!"

"O‐Oh, hey Teruhashi-sama. Check out the new guy."

Meekly greeted the flustered Toritsuka, who had somehow torn his eyes from the handsome stranger. He seemed embarrassed of himself to even look at the blue haired girl, let alone to have spoken to her as he just did. For a boy like him, a girl like her was for from his reach and even farther from owing him even a simple glance. In the case of Toritsuka Reita, a boy like him simply couldn't help but long for attention from a girl like her... but that thought can be explored another time.

"New guy? So he's a new student? Nice to meet you I'm Teruhashi Kokomi."

The blueberry headed girl turned towards the h/c-ette and introduced herself, still behaving as if she had no clue of the situation. Their two auras of shimmering gold and sparkling silver clash as she does so. The handsome boy raises a brow at her in disbelief of her words, he chuckles in amusement as he takes her hand his.

"[Surname] [Name] nice to meet you Teruhashi‐san. If I may ask; why did you leave earlier and come back just now?"

The now named [Name] asks Teruhashi with an amused expression. His question caught the attention of the other students and they begin whispering.

"Eh? Teruhashi‐sama was already here?"

"She left and came back?"

"...she was probably trying to calm everyone down..."

"No way. She could've just done that here."

"She was probably just trying to get [Surname]-san to acknowledge her..."

"...I mean Teruhashi-san is an attention seaker..."

"Right?"

The bluenette hid her frustration at [Name]'s question behind a timid smile. Putting her hands together in front of her she began twiddling her thumbs and shifting in place; Putting on her best shy girl act. She began to make an excuse for herself and save her chipped reputation.

"A‐Ah! It's not like that, I was only trying to—!"

"I'm Hairo Kineshi! Nice to meet you [Surname]-san!"

"What's up man, I'm Nendou and this right here is my pal!"

'Saiki Kusuo'

"I am 'The Jet-Black Wings', protector of all mortals present and I shall defend you from the evil organization 'The Dark Reunion'! You may call me by my human Alias Kaidou Shun!"

"O-oh! Hey! I'm Toritsuka Reita! Wanna know your guardian spirit [Surname]-san?"

The five boys, counting one Saiki Kusuo since he was dragged in against his will, interrupt Teruhashi and practically ran her over to get to the h/c-ette. They crowd him, each introducing themselves and trying for his attention and the chance to befriend him, barring Saiki of course.

"Hey [Name], me and my pal were gonna go get ramen after school! Wanna come?"

Nendou asks the handsome boy, improperly calling him by his first name as he slings a heavy arm over his shoulder. Kaidou, trying to gain leverage, scolds the mohawked teen about his lack of manners, getting only a brain dead look from him.

"It's nice to meet you all! Say, is it possible for you to lead me to the lunch room? If you don’t mind, I'd like to sit with you as well. Oh and I'd love to go get ramen with you!"

The e/c eyed teen beams at the boys before him making all but one of the students in the hall have the same thought go through their head:

'Oh my!'

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[quaissants]

ISA LANG    ୨୧    PARK JONGSEONG ˒  JAY

purpose born to be niki coded, transformed into arthur nery coded ・ gender neutral reader + word count 857 genre fluff .. angst .. best friends au warnings mention of food note i swear this is based on a dialogue prompt but i forgot the user — return to the academy

jay wasn’t made for late nights.

as much as he doesn’t want to stir guilt within his best friend, he struggles to conceal the symptoms. swallowed by his wrinkled hoodie, he curls his tired figure against the headboard. the light hum of the air conditioning can’t conceal the yawns that falter from his lips every now and then.

through half-lidded eyes, he watches you huff one more time during your battle with your phone. jay may be sleepy, but he hasn’t breached the line between reality and fantasy. how could he when you’re so eager to show him something?

apparently you’d finally taken the near-full storage warning seriously and begun your trip down memory lane. it wasn’t the easiest task to fulfill, but for the integrity of your phone’s health (and future mementos that you were definitely going to earn), it was about time. besides, it’d brought you back to this elusive picture—that had sunk into the trenches of your gallery once more because you forgot that making a folder or saving it in favorites exist—that jay was just a little eager to see.

the bespectacled male’s frames hang on the precipice right when you exclaim, “here, finally found it!”

it’s almost comical how quickly he sits up the moment the announcement comes. he doesn’t like the taste of caffeine during hours like this, yet he absorbs the side effects of your excitement so eagerly. of course, he’ll always defend himself by claiming the circumstances are different—you’re different.

shuffling closer until he can feel your warmth—and smell your apple-cinnamon scented fabric softener—pressed next to him, he looks down at your phone screen. truthfully, and with little thoughts he had during the passing hour, he’d expected to see a picture of from a special occasion, your friends and family. if he had to stretch a little, perhaps a picture of your ex who triggered some sirens in his mind.

(only god, and his other best friends, know how relieved he was to learn that his radar weren’t far off. that, and you had believed him even when he himself was doubting his own instincts. he saved you a chapter of migraines and arguments.)

but no, he was actually staring at himself. well, his past self, but still him—park jay. your partner in crime, go-to consultant for a variety of matters (specializing in both look and cook books), best friend for this life and the following ones.

and he doesn’t even try to hide his confusion. “that’s.. me.”

“obviously,” you laugh, unintentionally drawing more invisible question marks over his head. “see, that’s one of the ways i knew you had fallen so deep into that conversation. i’d also forgotten to turn off the shutter sound at the time, but you didn’t flinch.”

as intently as he stares at the photo, jay can’t recall this moment in particular. he still owns that denim jacket, but it’s been a while since he’s seen those natural mocha tresses. his jaw’s a little sharper, but his eyes retain that soft edge you claim he possesses. with so many contrasts, it throws him off the timeline. but it’s not like he keeps track of things he himself says anyway, so he doubts he’ll remember without a refresher.

“wait, pause right there.. what was i talking about?”

“i can’t remember either.”

..that felt like the antonym of what he was looking for.

obviously amused by jay’s bewildered expression, you decide to throw him a stem. “i don’t think i was even part of the conversation in the first place. we were at jake’s birthday party, yet you, him, and sunghoon seemed to forget about that since the three of you were mostly glued to the living room. if heeseung hadn’t called you guys over so the birthday boy could blow out the candles, we would have cut the cake already.”

oh that; jay can remember that part. it’s not that he has favorites you’re his number one but when he and his fellow liner friends land in the same space and time, they’re bound to talk as if they haven’t seen each other in years. ironic, since he’s pretty sure they were just chatting on discord about their genshin pulls a few hours before the party, but he digresses.

“right, but still, what’s up with this picture? was it just a random snap for your photo dump?” he asks, more curious than anything else; definitely more than tired.

“i just really liked how passionate you seemed to be in that moment. you were so.. expressive, i guess? like, even if i had no idea what you were talking about, i could tell that it meant a lot to you. and then you’d do these small gestures to paint a more clear picture for the two, even add some silly sound effects to the moves. our other friends would smile or even chuckle over how enthusiastic you sounded before returning to their conversations, whereas i was pretty much stuck watching you go on and on.”

“sounds like i had you wrapped around my finger then.” he jests, lighthearted words complemented by the slight curve of his rosy lips.

you play along; rolling your eyes like it hurt to admit it. “i mean you’re not that far off. god, i almost fell in love with you then.”

god, he wish you had.

🎐 .. @stealanity @strxwberry-skiess @sohnric @sanaxo-o + send an ask to be added!

QUAISSANTS, 2024. do not steal or else i bite.

#k-labels #hiraya-m #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enha x reader #enha scenarios #enha imagines #park jay x reader #park jay imagines #park jay scenarios

[batsvnte]

𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐲 • 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬

Pairing(s): Miles Morales (Spider-Man e1610)

Sypnosis: your prayers of meeting an angel have been blessed, and in all places was an art gallery

Warning(s): fluff, bits of cursing, platonic through all of it, Miles just being a nervous wreck, reader is implied to be an art kid, spelling mistakes, not proofread, ooc maybe

Word Count: 1.8k

Notes: black fem reader (she/her) pronouns. I saw a tik Tok with some Miles angst and I’m trying to recover from it cause I’m an art kid

Countless days and nights where you would sit in your bedroom. Hoping that one day you’ll be able to find someone who was exactly like you. Well not the same replica, but someone who had shared interests and more than willing to stick out every day so you can spend time with them. Platonic or romantic. You’ll be willing to find someone who wants to spend time with you. Just so you can have some fun in life.

Hence why you were dragged to an art gallery. Your parents saying that it will help bring motivation back to so you can get more ideas for drawings. Even if you had different methods for motivation. Hence your protests of how it might not help, but fell deaf upon the ears of your persistent parents.

The atmosphere was calming to say the least. You could catch a glimpse of some kids who had an uniform. From that Visions academy that you were vaguely familiar with. Both of your parents would try to convince you to give the school a chance since it seemed like it would further your artistic career for the future. Though it was a prestigious school that had requirements that you were unsure of. It caught your parents attention, which you overheard whispers of guessing why there was some wandering around the gallery since it was a weekday. Friday at best.

You didn’t pay mind to them. Taking slow steps around the gallery to view the pieces of art work and figure out what some of them were. Being sure to stay in peripheral of your parents vision so they don’t have to worry about you running off to nowhere.

Stepping into the next room which was darker than the previous room you were in. You were quick to notice another student who had that same uniform from the group from earlier. His gaze was solely focused on the video that was presented, which showed bits of an artists journey through their life. Your gaze shifted from the student to the documentary. Finding it a little boring, you stepped out of the room to the next one which was brighter. Not noticing how he was quick to notice someone moving through the room.

Shoving your hands into your pockets as you view the next works that was in the room. It was pretty spacious so that there can be a lot of people in the room for the artworks. It was also quiet. With the exceptions of muffled voices from distant rooms or the slow paced footsteps of people either entering or exiting the rooms.

Unbeknownst to you, the student from that dim room ended up following you out of the room not so long after. He kept at a distance but would often glance over to you with a mixed look of nervousness and curiosity. His thoughts trying to figure the best way to approach you without seeming like a creep.

It wasn’t long till you felt a small tap on your shoulder. It was gentle almost where it felt like whoever was tapping your shoulder was touching an very fragile item. You turn your head to see who it was. Seeing a boy who was around your height. He had this smile on his face that you could tell he was trying to appear confident, but with his fidgety hands he was nervous.

“Hey.. you come ‘round here often?”

You couldn’t help but smile just a little bit at him. “Not really. Too far from where I live.”

He puts a hand on the back of his neck. Averting his eyes to look at the piece of artwork in front of him. A painting that was a mix of vibrant colors that forms into a person sitting in a chair. Viewing the world that was a blank state of nothingness, but it doesn’t distract from how the space was filled with different knickknacks and doodats to convey how the person was a collector over the years they have experienced.

It was silent for a few moments. An awkward silence that you thought of breaking somehow. Before you could really do anything, you heard the boy speak once more.

“This one’s interesting. Gives off a maximalist vibe.” He would take a few glances to see if you were paying attention to his words, or what your reaction would be to what he was saying.

“Yeah.. all bright and shiny while the world out there is all bland,” You respond a little bit afterwards since you were trying to get your words together. “Like all the things he enjoys are no longer available for him to go back and enjoy.”

He would look back over to the painting for a couple of seconds. Seeing more of what you were implying. He smiles a little as he turns his gaze back over to you.

“I can see that- my names Miles by the way.”

“I’m (Name).”

It was a short introduction but Miles was grateful enough that he didn’t accidentally scare you away. Both of you kept each others names in mind as you now took your turn to make conversation with him. Keeping your steps slow as you two went into the next room. One that was dimly lit with different types of sky lanterns decorated with traditional art from the ceilings. Miles points up to the ceiling almost immediately since it caught his attention quicker than yours.

Miles looks to you as if he was excited to talk to someone about these things. His doe eyes shining despite the low lighting. “These look cool. I heard that they put riddles on them or some portraits.”

You hum softly as you tried to look at the lanterns. Taking a quick glance over to Miles. “You think you can solve some of these?”

“Pff- of course I can! I can solve any riddle.”

“Alright,” You gave him an amused smile before leaning back up and turning a corner. “I’ll hold you on that, Miles.”

Both of you find yourself in a much larger room. One where there was some other people in there. Resting after walking around for so long or standing. Across from the seats there was a documentary playing. It displayed different types of things that ranges from the time-lapse of how society has grown into its modern day stance and various parts of nature that has been explored by the world.

Noticing the quiet atmosphere of the room with the calming music, you and Miles sat down next to each other in the bean bags. You felt comforted by him even though you were talking to him for a short period of time. Making another topic of conversation for the two of you to pass the time since you didn’t want to continue walking around. Miles seem like a nice guy, talking about bits of interests that the two of you liked.

“You do art?” You were the one to ask this question, which you saw that same spark in his eyes once more.

“Yeah, I haven’t been doing it in a while cause I’ve been busy with school.” He shrugs sheepishly. Wishing that he brought his sketchbook during his trip to the art gallery.

“I can imagine,” Nodding to his words as you thought about how much he would he would have to do. “You wanna do that seriously or is it just something to pass the time?”

You can see Miles pause briefly. Making an look that made you think that he was unsure about what he was thinking of.

“..Both? I wanted to do it at first but I took a change y’know? I wanted to study quantum physics.”

That made you pause this time. Interested what he was saying, you spoke up a bit afterwards. “How’s that going for you? Is it stressful?”

Miles shakes his head to deject the stress that any normal high school student would face. “Nah, that shits easy.”

You felt a smile come to you lips. Having the impression that he was confident in his studies. Seeing how he looked a little enthusiastic about studying quantum physics.

“But what about you? You take art seriously or to pass the time.” He parrots the question back at you. Hoping that you had shared interests as he did.

“Uh.. I guess? Just taking art classes from time to time, but I don’t got anything else to really do.” That didn’t answer his question, but left an impression on him that you might be taking it seriously. Or as a part time job. Whichever you prefer.

The conversation was cut short due to an notification coming onto your phone. A message from your mom texting that it’s almost time to leave and maybe grab something to eat since it was technically almost lunch. You gave a quick message back to her before carefully standing up from the bean bag. Stretching your legs as you look back to Miles.

“I gotta head out. Can I get your number?” Still having the phone in your hands, ready to go to another app to save his number.

“Sure!”

Both of you exchange numbers with one another. After that little bit, you wave bye to him while stepping out of the room and back into the ones you were previously in. Remembering which way to go before you found yourself in front of your parents who were looking at one of the paintings near the lower level. While waiting for them to finish thief discussion of what to do for the rest of the day, you quickly noticed an text message from Miles.

Miles

‘Mind giving me a riddle to pass the time?’

A small smile comes to your face. Trying to face away from your parents so they wouldn’t try to barrage you with all different questions about who you were texting. Thinking of something to text back to him before messaging him. Making sure to be quick with it so your parents doesn’t see you before putting your phone away.

Walking out of the art gallery trailing behind your parents. Quietly listening in to their suggestions on what to eat or where to go since there was still time left in the day to do something. It was a silent walk. More on your part since your parents were to busy being lovey-dovey with each other. You pull out your phone whilst being aware of your surroundings. Wanting to see if Miles had figured out what you sent him. It was a few seconds before finally seeing a message from him.

Miles

‘That’s a trick question, the answers angel’

(Name)

‘Damn that took you almost 15 minutes’

Miles

‘Had to check my sources’

(Name)

‘…’

‘You looked it up. Cheater’

Miles

‘Proof?’

You held back a chuckle as you decided to test him once more. Sending another riddle to him as you walked along with your parents. Having the faintest smile on your lips as your thoughts went to Miles.

I don’t know any riddles with the answer angel so don’t hold me on that-

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[diorgirl444]

Hii Flo! How are you doing? I was wondering if i could maybe have a marauders/or slytherin boys fanon relationship matchup?

My name is Layla(pronounced leyla)and im 5'4

Appearance: my height is pretty average, hourglass figure sort of. Im quite pale and i have brown curly hair to a little lower then my collarbone. I have brown eyes, i have chubby cheeks which i love, my cheeka are usually slightly blushed necause i get cold alot. I wear mostly neutral colors such as black, grey, white and brown/beigh. I'm half swedish and half algerian. I have long eyelashes. I have a softer body type, such as a softer tummy snd all that, which again, i love

Hobbies: my biggest interested/hobby is definetly art. I absolutely love drawing and creating stuff. I usually draw stuff that ive seen irl or in my dreams because i have quite vivid dreams. I love music aswell, I've been singing my whole life and writing songs is something i love, the art is my main hobby though. I also like going for walks, i live in a small village so going out and sitting somewhere quiet whole drawing is amazing. I listen alot to arctic monkeys, david kushner, The Neighbourhood, the cramps, the Smiths, one direction. I gym alot, about 6 times a week.

Personality: i am an INTJ-T, i like being alone. I have a few close friend that i hang out with every now and then, i'ma decently closed off person, very few people know alot about me. I have anxiety and daddy issue(not trying to be quirky or sum shit i just have a shitty relationship w my dad) I'm usually very quiet. I'm a leo sun, scorpio rising and aquarous moon. It sounds weird but I'd consider myself quite a submissive person if that make sense? Im just natrually a quiter, nore submissive individual. I've never really been a person that does too well in school subjects such aas math, becahse logical subjects where theres only one answer, has never been my thing. I don't like admitting it but deep down im very self conscious, even though i kind of always seem like a confident person. I'm both introverted and extroverted, i can be very loud at times and i strugfkr with regulating the volume kf my voice because of my adhd. Id describe my humor as somewhat dark- my jokes are usually about myself and things that happend when i was younger which i find funny while others find concerninf- im quite sarcastic.

Things i like:

I love art, music, reading, writing, working out, fruit...fruit is my mains soruce of nutrition i love that shit so much i could write an essay on it man...i also love pasta, and chocolate. It makes me happy :')

I love rain, and my friend's and Going on walks, and going on walks in thr rain, and going on walks in the rain with my friends

Things i dislike:

Tomatos, math, ehen people think im stupid or unintelligent purely bc im bad at numbers-

Other informationsss:

My favorite colors are pink, beigh, grey and black. I've been told that im hard to approach? My love language is gift giving and physical touch. You cna almost always find me fidgeting eith the hen if my best friends shirtx or rubbing up and down her calf absentmindedlt while we sre talking(yes shes okay with this she koves it)i love getting hugged if its from someone im comfortble with, i love sitting in silence while drawing. I live analyzing different things, everything from art pieces to human behavior. I have an intrest for psychology, i'm studying law!

Oh and i speak swedish, English, german, romanian and french!

Andddd my aesthetic is so mixed- think like dark academis meets soft grunge mixed with coquette?

Soo, this is me, oh also im straight(but we support woman 110%)

So yea, thank you in advance!(if you domt have the time thats okay!)

hi thanks for waiting so long! i had to take a bit of a break with tumblr cause of gcses but i can’t wait to see what you think of your matchup <3

your perfect matchup is 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 💌

𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 <3

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝟐 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 <3

okay so this took me an embarrassingly long time to decide between sirius and remus but ultimately sirius won out in the end because i am nothing if not an absolute sucker for a good opposites attract trope! 🎀

i think you two meet through mutual friends (remus and lily of course) at a weekend trip to hogsmede and just hit it off right away. it’s funny because you’ve heard so much about sirius, how he’s a relentless playboy, a troublemaker, a delinquent but to you he’s a perfect gentleman. which is confusing for everyone who witnesses it.

at first they all just think oh he’s immediately just decided that you’re only friend material because you’ve got so much in common but also different enough that that would work. so the two of you spend the whole day just hanging out and no one thinks much of it….

till sirius gets back to his dorm and tells remus ever so dramatically “i’m finished!” remus is obviously wtf???? and sirius rolls his eyes as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world and he’s all like “i’m finished with my hookups - i’m a changed man! there is one girl for me and i intend to be with her till the day i die” which is kinda like woah chill out! but also very cute :)

now i wouldn’t say you feel the same because you’re not insane but you are like “oh he was cute, hope i see more of him” kinda thing. anyways the point is you’re both into each other but of course don’t know that about one another because where’s the fun in that??? 😜

and sirius being sirius he doesn’t go about it in a normal way oh no he decides he’s gotta work out how to impress you first and you know what he’s gonna work that out as dog! such a sound plan!!! so whilst your sketching by the lake a large black dog potters over to you and lays at your feet. which obviously you think is adorable so you’re petting it and stroking it and just giving it sm attention (if only you knew it was sirius)

anyways it becomes like a habit for you and this dog. you go down to sketch and it joins you. you talk to it, sing, read and as you do all that sirius falls in love with you. meanwhile you to maintain a friendship as humans too but when sirius is in his animal form he sees a side to you in that time that no one else does. he falls so deeply and slowly like the way winter gently falls into spring. 🌷

he confesses in a similar way, you’re ranting to his dog form about how much you want sirius to ask you out. then suddenly you look up and there’s him boyishly grinning at you, dark hair flopping beautifully onto his forehead, he looks like a cursed prince of a forgotten land. when this happens your jaw literally drops and you’re throwing various explicates at him but he hushes you with five little words “may i please kiss you?” and forced into silence you nod cheeks burning.

he kisses you like you’re made of porcelain, a precious treasure which he cannot break, it’s prefect. when you two pull back to get your breath back you tell him teasingly “i still haven’t forgiven you for pretending to be a dog” and he says “will you forgive me if i ask if i can be your boyfriend?”you just laugh and kiss him again. sirius can’t remember a happier memory to that day. <3

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 <3

very easy and comfortable very quickly, the two of you adjust naturally into a routine that’s right for the two of you. a very quiet sort of intimacy that tends to surprise onlookers - it’s not at all what people expect of sirius but that’s okay because you two just get it so why worry about anyone else?

sirius is very physically affectionate like literally super glued to your side for the rest of your life now so like enjoy that i guess… 🤨 okay jk it’s very endearing but also its perfectly okay to need breaks so don’t forget to remind him that you need your own space sometimes. i mean he’ll huff and he’ll puff but he’ll get it.

okay but do you know what his favourite thing in the world is? it’s when you play with his hair. picture this it’s a warm rainy summer evening he’s laying along the sofa in the common room, his mess of dark curls in your lap, your fingers toy and fiddle with them, absentmindedly humming along to the smiths vinyl which crackles in the background. it’s pure paradise for the both of you just cosy and warm and soft. god i’m so jealous of the two of you!

he’s always treating you to things! as heir to the black family fortune he’s got an insane amount of cash to splash and he’d much rather spend it on someone he actually cares about so he’s always buying you stuff. a top he thinks you’d look good in, a fancy hardback of your favourite book, or simply your favourite chocolate bar. doesn’t matter if it’s big or small, cheap or expensive, so long as you like it that’s all he cares about.

he thinks your sketches are the most beautiful things he’s ever seen. unfortunately i can’t promise that it’ll be easy for them to become more than sketches because god forbid your attention leaves him for half second. like you’ll be in the library sketching with him sat next to you and then suddenly your cheeks are being smothered with kisses and a hands trailing its way round your chair turning you to face him. what can he say he missed you? good thing he’s cute bcs he’s such a little shit you love that about him tho

it’s very, very rare that the two of you fight but he always apologises first! don’t get me wrong he sulks for a bit first because like he’s sirius black but then he catches your red rimmed eyes and all is forgiven. because he made you cry? yeah he sucks - he’s sorry pretty girl he’ll never to it again and he gives you full permission to kill him if he does.

also his friends love you! you’re exactly what sirius needs to balance him out. honestly they don’t know how you handle him but they’re not complaining! like please keep him for as long as you want him they’re all sick to death of him!

he proposes to you on the last day of school with his family signet ring. he knows he sounds crazy but he’s loved you from the minute he met you. he’ll give you a proper ring soon but for now he gives you his family ring because you’re his family now. you’re all the family he could ever want. his whole world <3

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 <3

hope you like it! xoxo, flo <3

#diorgirl444 #flo answers #mutuals <3 #layla <3 #matchups closed #matchup request #sirius black #maraurders #sirius black x reader #marauders x reader

[demonoflight]

I mentioned before when I first drew Riff, my New Agent 3, that they don’t have parents and instead have a found family consisting of a bunch of kids sticking together to survive in the Splatlands. I decided to draw The Fam as practice since I want to draw more inklings and octolings and boy there sure are a lot of them in this group.

Aside from Riff (and Buddy!), The Fam consists of Caspian, Sepia, Creek, Wade, Delfi, Bay and Gon. More information about each of the kids under the cut::

Caspian: Inkling, age 18. Quiet and dependable, he’s the one always making sure everyone in The Fam is dressed and fed and doing their homework. He isn’t good with any weapons bar the Jet Squelcher, so he works part time at Hagglefish Market. He’s also part of the Splatsville festival setup crew. He really just wants to work at an office...

Sepia: Octoling, age 17. She met Caspian seven years ago after she ran away from home (do not ask her about it) and they’ve been inseparable ever since. She’s very spirited and caring, and is the one who makes all the purchases for The Fam and manages their money - very good with numbers. She’s a Turf Wars and Salmon Run fiend and the only one who will touch Ranked matches (Charger main).

Creek: Octoling, age 15. A laid back artistic type. He recently won a full scholarship to Inkblot Art Academy’s high school extracurricular program and while he’s stoked about it, he’s embarrassed that Caspian and Sepia won’t stop calling him “our little artist”. He’s good at Turf Wars (Roller main), but enjoys working Salmon Runs a lot more as they’re a lot more challenging and inspiring.

Riff: Inkling, age 14. New Agent 3! And Buddy the smallfry, age 3, his trusty partner. Currently they’re trying to figure out how to tell the others they're tight with the Squid Sisters and Deep Cut without revealing the whole “saving the world” thing. (Inkbrush main)

Wade: Inkling, age 13. Though he has attained full control of his humanoid form earlier than usual, he’s not legally old enough for Turf War. He’s too sweet and gentle to be good at it anyway. He’s very good at Tableturf Battle, though! He’s an avid reader and has a good eye for scrap that would sell well.

Delfi: Inkling, age 9. Wade’s biological little sister. They lost their parents in a train accident four years ago and ended up with The Fam when their extended family refused to take them in. Though soft-spoken, she’s very positive and independent. She enjoys all sorts of sports and loves watching Clam Blitz matches (yeah, I know), and is currently learning how to skate.

Bay: Octoling, age 7. While she technically lives with her grandparents, they’re busy all day at Hagglefish Market and asked Caspian if he could watch over her whenever he’s off work, so she’s very much part of The Fam. She’s excitable and friendly and loves singing and making origami.

Gon: Inkling, age 3. They were abandoned at the Scorch Gorge train station and didn’t know anything about themselves but their name and age, so The Fam took them in (though legally they’re under the care of Bay’s grandparents). They’re a bit shy, but will drop anything for a chance to pat a cute nudibranch. They’re a voracious eater.

#splatoon #new agent 3 #smallfry #little buddy #inkling #octoling #splatoon oc #splatoon 3 #shai art

[wanou-dorm]

RSA OC - Marcus Akihoshi 

Note- I apologized for the use of AI Art , but I thought the Pictures looked cool  and Accurate to how I imagine him 

And are Placeholder for when I actually Draw it but I really need to take time to Do stuff with the. Ones I have and Finish up stuff

@/fumikomiyasaki- Characters mentioned

@nyxs-sins- Template

School: Royal Sword Academy 

Genmu( Touhou based Dorm)

Full Name: Marcus Akihoshi

Twisted from - Marisa Kirisame from Touhou

Grade/Class:2-A

Birthday: July 7 

Age:18

Height: 180 cm/ 5’10

Dominant Hand: Right

Homeland: The Shaftland/Onigashima 

Club: unknown 

Best Subject: Magic Objects and History 

Hobbies: Science, Potion making, Magic  , Anime , Stealing form Night Ravens Library , Broom Riding

Pet Peeves:  people taking his hat or Mini Hakkero , People Making fun of him , Bringing up how Smart he Actually is

Favorite Food: … Mushrooms , Spicy Food

Least Favorite Food:  Cold Food

Talent:potion making , Science Experiment , Intelligence , borrowing (Stealing) Books from NRC’s library , 

Unique Magic -  Magic Absorber -

 Marcus can absorb the Magic of Anyone if Hit by a Spell basically. Nullifying it , it’s usally Absorbed inside The Mini Hakkero  he Carries around to avoid Accumulating  blot inside himself. Which can he can   use  For His Ultimate Move the Master Spark 

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Character Summary (Backstory)

Vice Dorm leader of Genmu and Shus childhood Friend , Marcus is the only boy with an Actaul Family though they Moved to Onigashima Due to money trouble and Started a Magic Items Shop .

Marcus is actually a pretty average Magician , His Recommendation to RSA due his Immense knowledge on magic Items and Potion .

Unlike Reiji , Marcus is more Rowdy , Gutsy and Rambunctious   When Leads a lot of NRC and Even HSA students To Look down  on his Actual Intelligence which Catches Many off guard when Marcus Says Stuff that actually Right , it’s quite obvious that Marcus Humbles himself.  

 According to Hiei  the most Hard working person in ,town  despite his Tendencies to borrow (Steal) stuff from NRC’s Library and Tell Blatant Lies (Though  he doesn’t put any Effort deceiving people with them )  he’s been seen  helping the Residents  of Sage Island and   Students of HSA and NRC .

He Generally Friendly and chill dude with Danger Streak 

Trivia 

He Specializes In Star and Heat  based Magic

His Cosmic Magic looks Like Stars

He has a bad Hoarding Habit , due his like for Collecting thing

Hoshi Described him to Flynn as “ Greg if  he was actually smart. “ 

Marcus is said like to flirt , though he. Dosent really think it’s Flirting when you Just Give Girl a Flower  you found off the Ground. People  Really make him out to be a Man getting guys and Girl  like Wildfire - This in Reference to how much People Ship Marisa. In the Touhou Fandom 

Hiei Remarks that Marcus can fault in your Fighting Style  and Use it against you .. This also how he Got the Reputation as A flirt and tease 

Marcus dose not like Barry , What do ya mean ya don’t like Reiji. 

 Marcus is very Resistant to Poison due to Secret train

Despite looking like a Beanpole he is Stronger that he appears , He Was seen Carry two Whole Compture the Montior and The Computer it’s self. These were rather old computers by the  way .

He’s Seen with Jade and Kurama Foraging for Mushrooms  for Potion(Which are very Dangerous )

Such a good Broom Rider it Make  Vargas Cry

Hes been Trying to Figures  the Identity of these Phantom thieves. He keeps hearing about 

Shu says Marcus ‘s Magic is Very Flashy and Space inspired 

Don’t touch the Hat

Voice Claim

Scaramouche Scaramouche will you do Fandango !

Theme Song 

Magus Night

Love Colored Master Spark

#disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twisted oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst fandorm #rsa oc #royal sword academy #Royal sword academy fandom #fandorm #twst oc #twisted male oc #marcus akihoshi #Youtube

[shadowredfeline]

It was pretty nice out G-Pal played an April Fools pic of a Stick Figure. Which I used to draw Stick Figures as a child. But ever since I saw a web video on YouTube Called Dick Figures, I think it's decided that I think I need to make my drawings a little different. Especially if I played a drawing app called Art Academy. Which made me improve some of my drawings. But for other news, it was kinda bizarre that Sniffles from Happy Tree Friends, like I remember Sniffles like I thought Sniffles is a boy, but then it turns out that Sniffles is a girl when people talk about the relationship with the Mime. Which now is shocking and I better try not to be sexist thinking that Sniffles is a male and thought the Mime is a good friend to Sniffles. And now it turns out the relationship saying that Sniffles is a girl. Sure is pretty confusing.

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Fuyuhiko are you doing well?

*takes a deep breath* Okay... here it goes...

*knocks on his door* Fuyuhiko, are you in there? It's Mahiru... I want to talk with you if you want to.

FUYUHIKO: Ah... so you came, huh? Well alright, I'll let you in...

*CLICK!*

So... your here,...

Yeah, I am. Just... figure I come and talk with you about the case since you saw the CCTV footage, right?

Yeah I did, it... did give me tons of perspective, I'll say that much...

So, do you want to come and talk about this? Sorry kid but can you let us be...?

Can't do that, Miss Koizumi suggested that for you both to talk it be safer if you have 1 person to keep you both on the same page and not lead to another misunderstanding.

*sigh* Okay fine, let's just get in here and we can start...

*As then Masuyo and Mahiru walk in as Fuyuhiko close the door which he walk over and sat down*

Okay so then, where do you want to start...?

I'm not sure honestly...

Well maybe we can start from the beginning; Mr. Kuzuruyu's sister and her history with Miss. Koizumi. I think that be a good place as any.

Okay that be easy, so... my sister bullied you, right?

Well... at the beginning she didn't, in fact she didn't bother me at all and left me be; I knew she bullied other students but I didn't see it.

But then she started to pick on me after I was told I was going to attend Hope's Peak Academy and it's when I saw a boy that Natsumi had a crush on fall out the window and became paralyzed.

That's... when the bullying started, Natsumi did so many horrible things to me; drive my friends away, draw on my desk, destroy my photos, splash water on me, tell me to kill myself, put pins in my shoes, it was...I just... it was horrible and she kept threatening me with that knife...

Did you try to tell the teacher...?

I did try but the teachers either didn't care or were too scared to do anything because she was Yakuza and by then it was when I was going to enroll into Hope's Peak Academy - I figure I would never see her again.

What surprise me mostly is how she had a knife on her, I mean who would give her a knife?!

I would have to agree, why did your sister have a knife...? I know you and her live in a different world compare to the rest of us but still, why did Natsumi have that knife?

...

#dr #danganronpa #dtfa #despair to future arc #fs:rw #future side: re write #fs ep 9 #sdr2 #super danganronpa 2 #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #mahiru koizumi #masuyo miyahira #anonymous

[angelofdarknessss]

Beautiful Sinner

Prologue: 1/2 Word Count: 7,808 Main Paring: Toko Fukawa x gen!neutral reader Summary: Upon coming into Hope's Peak Academy alongside a boy, you both encounter strange activities. Author note: This is a slow burn long-fic! Please keep in mind that the reader won't romantically converse with Toko at the very beginning! Next Parts: Prologue 2/2 , 1

During your childhood, art was a big passion of yours.

You had a pretty good knack for drawing, hell at the age of 9 you were heavily skilled for your age. This didn't just mean you were good at doodling specifically; you knew how to paint, sculpt, and do digital pieces. Impressive for someone at that age.

You'd think your talent would be the Ultimate Artist, right?... sadly no.

Instead, you claimed the title of the Ultimate Hair Stylist.

How? Well... art was just a mere hobby according to your dad. He did agree you had a talent for art but, he was pushing you for your Ultimate to have some form of hair relation. He ran a popular hair salon in his area, and he wanted you to eventually run it by yourself when you were ready. Despite your possible artistic talent, he didn't care for it. You always argued with him on this, but it fell on deaf ears.

Before you obtained your current talent, your dad always taught you the proper hair products to use for certain hair types and when to use them. You weren't going to lie but taking care of your hair felt good. It wasn't a main interest of you at first but, it felt nice to get compliments for your healthy hair.

He took notice of this talent for hair styling, just like you were in art, you were very good at what you did. He made sure you were more than good, but rather perfect so you could one day get into Hope's Peak Academy. And surprise, you managed to get in.

After closing the salon one afternoon, your dad got a letter, except it wasn't for him it was for you. It was a letter from Hope's Peak Academy asking for your attendance. How could you say no? After all, if you manage to graduate, you're set for life!

If they scouted you personally, you clearly must be doing something right. You weren't the Ultimate Hair Stylist for nothing. Your knowledge on different hair textures and products guarantees your customers feeling satisfied with their new hair styles.

You contemplated on what outfit you should wear, but in the end, you figured you should go with your usual and more recognizable fit. It included a buttoned up short sleeved shirt with one side of the collar inside your shirt and the other side out messily. Along with a waist apron containing your basic hair tools such as scissors, combs, brushes, hair pins and a spray bottle. Followed by simple shorts, knee-high socks, and sneakers. Nothing too fancy but not to simple either, people will tell you in fact are THE Ultimate Hair Stylist.

Now, after years of working alongside your dad you stand before the school. You stand before a new chapter in your life. Before you took a step towards the gates, your thoughts were interrupted by a person.

"Ah! Wait a second!"

huh?

You turned around to see a boy jogging towards you with brown hair and hazel eyes dressed in a green and black sweatshirt, black jeans, and red shoes. He stopped right in front of you, trying to catch his breath. He gives you a friendly smile despite him panting like a dog.

You give him a confused smile. “Hello…?”

“You’re... the Ultimate Hair Stylist. right? Y/N L/N?” He manages to say while still attempting to catch his breath. You chuckle. “What gave it away?” You tease as you adjust your waist apron, containing the basic hair tools such as scissors, combs, brushes, hair pins and a mini blow dryer inside them. “Anyways, yes but I’m not taking any clients right now. Sorry.” You said, give him an apologetic smile. He puts up his hands. “Oh no! I didn’t mean that. I wanted to introduce myself I’m going here too.”

“Oh! Sorry! You must be one of the… reserve course students, right?”

His smile falters as he embarrassingly scratches his cheek. “Eh.. no. I’m an actual student here.” You hesitate to answer. “Oh. Sorry again hehe.. you just don’t look like someone I’d recognize to have an Ultimate.” You say, unknowingly sounding a bit ignorant. It did seem to bother the boy a little as he gave you a nervous chuckle before responding.

“Yeah... I understand that. I’m average.” He trails off before gathering himself. “Ah! I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is Makoto Naegi!” He brings out his hand for me to shake, which I politely do so. “I would tell you who I am, but you seem to already know, Makoto.” I giggle. Makoto bashfully smiles. “Yeah, I hope that didn’t sound creepy, you’re pretty popular you know?”

“Oh most definitely. I don’t deny that. And hey, you didn’t tell me what your Ultimate was!” You point out. Makoto’s smile falters again. “Oh...right. It’s luck, that’s also ironically how I got in.”

“Oh really?” You playfully pat his shoulder. “You must be the luckiest person alive, yeah?”

Makoto laughs quietly at your lame joke. “Yeah, maybe.”

After a few minutes of conversation, you look at the gates of Hope’s Peak Academy, remembering why you came here in the first place. “So, Makoto... want to walk together inside with me? Might as well if you’re attending the school too.” You smile at him, and he gives you one back at you. “That would be nice.” With that, you both began to walk inside the gate and enter the main hall. You both took notice of how it was empty, it’s almost like we were the only two people in here.

Makoto looks towards the elegant clock in the corner, it showed 7:10 AM. “Man, were pretty early, aren’t we? The meeting starts at 8:00. I thought after talking to you for a bit the time would’ve passed faster but I guess not.” You said a bit disapprovingly as you crossed your arms. “I guess we were both wound up about our first day, I didn’t notice I came so early.” You shrugged. “I guess. We’ve got a whole 50 minutes to ourselves.” Makoto looks as if he got an idea. “Do you want to look around the school? Since were students here I’m sure it wouldn’t be a problem. At least to pass time.”

“You know what, sure. I am curious to what else there is in this massive school.” He gives you a nod before beginning to walk alongside you further inside the main hallway…. Is what was supposed to happen. You were supposed to be taking the steps to your new life, your new future. As soon as you took that first step your vision began to blur, it began to twist into something unrecognizable. “Wha?! Mako… Makoto!... are you... do you feel…?!” You were unable to spew out the rest of your sentence before everything went black.

You thought you were brought to Hope’s Peak Academy because you were the Ultimate Hair Stylist, but rather you were brought to feel Ultimate Despair.

…

…………………………

…………………………………………….

“ugh…..ngh….what the hell..?”

You woke up with your head resting on top of a hard wooden desk. Your body feels heavy and sluggish, it felt as if you woke up from a nap that lasted hours. Wait this is very strange… where were you? You held your head up and started to look around. You seemed to be in a classroom but... when did you even get here? All you remember was taking a few steps inside the main hall of Hope’s Peak Academy with Makoto…. MAKOTO?! a hard realization hit your head like a brick.

“EH?! MAKOTO? WHERE ARE…..you?”

You quickly looked around and immediately spotted your new friend, Makoto, sleeping peacefully on the desk to the right of you. A sigh of relief escaped your lips, knowing that he was… okay... at least you hope so. You contemplated on even waking him up. He just looked so comfortable, and you didn’t want to disturb him… yet. For now, you decided to get up from your desk and investigate the classroom.

Your eyes catch the most noticeable thing in the room. The metal plates bolted onto where the windows normally are in a classroom.  You walked up to one of the metal plates and knocked on it.

*Bang bang*

It felt extremely thick. Theres a low chance of that coming off for a good while. You found that odd, why was this even here? It’s like whoever put these here meant to prevent something from coming inside. But what?

Your eyes darted from the metal plates to the clock on the wall, which read 7:55. The meeting is at 8:00... which is in 5 minutes. There other students are probably already here by now, it’d be best to get out and see. But first…!

“ngh…what… where am I?” You turn your head to see Makoto groggily lifting his head from the desk A tiny puddle of drool can be seen on the desk along with a drool stain on his jacket sleeve. He spots you at the window. “Oh. Hey. I see you slept well.” You give him a small smile, obviously eyeing the drool coming from his mouth.

He notices this quickly wipes the salvia from his mouth with his sleeve with little blush forming on his face. He quickly composes himself afterwards. “Y/N! uh... when did you wake up? or well... how did we even get here...” He gets up from his desk and walks over towards you. A little wobbly no doubt because he had woken up a few moments ago.

“Honestly... I’m not sure how we got here.” You scratch your head confusingly. “The most logical explanation is someone knocked us out and brought us here but… why would they need to do that? I don’t get it.” The boy nods. “That can’t be it... why would anyone knock us out? Maybe we got to wound up and we passed out... then someone carried us here…?” You give him a look of uncertainty. “Doubt it. Very weird situation.”

The boy darts his eyes around the room curiously, doing his own investigation. He took notice of the large metal plates on the windows. He goes up to it and bangs against it.

“Odd... why would these need to be here?” He whispered to himself. Before you could respond he speaks up again. “It’s 8:00.” He states as he points towards the clock on the wall. “That means we’ve been here for an entire hour…the others should already here, we should probably head back to the main hall.” You just nod as a response.

With that, you and Makoto head into the hallway. You’re both greeted with a vibrant purple color on the walls and on the checkerboarded floor. It was an odd color choice. Makoto seemed to notice this and you both shared a look of distaste. “Who designed these the hallways? Jeez..” You said. This situation was getting stranger and stranger by the second.

You and Makoto headed straight ahead into the purple hall; two open doors caught your eye. That must be the main hall. “I think I found the main hall! This way!” You grab Makoto’s hand and begin to run but unintentionally drag him towards the open doors. “Ah! W-wait hold on!- “ His pleas went in one ear and straight through the other, the boy almost tripped a few times because of you.

By the time you two made it back to the main hall….. everyone was already there.

“Whoa, hey! More new kids?”

Before you could respond again, Makoto speaks up. “Huh? Then you guys are all…?”

“Yeah.. We’re all new here. Todays supposed to be our first day of class.”

“So counting them, that makes sixteen. Seems like a good cut off point, but I wonder if this is everyone...”

You couldn’t tell which voice was coming from who, you could only look as they stared at you and Makoto. Probably because you were just holding his hand like a kid... Anyways... these must be the Ultimate Students that had been hand-picked by the school itself. You thought there’d be way more than this considering it’s a school… maybe we are all in the same class together?

Makoto collected himself before speaking again. “um, how’s it going? My name-“ Before he could finish his sentence, you spoke.

“Hello! I’m Y/N, the Ultimate Hair Stylist!” You spoke up proudly, seemingly a bit too loud for the short haired hazel haired girl and the dark purple haired pigtailed girl as they flinched in response.

“…is Makoto Naegi….uh sorry we’re late. A bunch of stuff happened and then suddenly, we were just…asleep.” He states with a little irritation in his voice. You ignored that.

“Whoa, you too?” The boy with locs responded.

“Things just keep getting curiouser and curiouser…” Followed by the girl with large black drills. Those… seem fake. But you decided not to point it out as it would be indeed rude. “So strange… I declare beyond a shadow of a doubt that this is a strange situation indeed!” The nerd exclaimed.

“uh.. what are you guys talking about? We honestly have no idea what’s going on right now.”

“Just a moment! There’s something else we must address!” A boy with red eyes and dressed very formally spoke, a little loudly might you add. “um.. excuse me?” You and Makoto look towards the boy.

“Makoto! Y/N! Your tardiness is unacceptable! Surely you were aware the meeting was to start at 8 a.m. sharp!” You flinch at his volume. “To be late on your first day is unspeakable! I must report you, and you must accept your due punishment! I don’t know what you two were doing to be late but whatever it must be, it’s not acceptable!”

You were taken aback. What was this guy’s problem?

 You scoffed at him. “Hey! Don’t point at us! We weren’t trying to late!...and what are you trying to insinuate!?” Makoto picked up on this and blushed lightly. “I-I’m sure that’s not what he meant!-“

“Everyone just calm down! Listen, why don’t we all go around and introduce ourselves?” The girl with a red jacket said happily.

“The hell!? Now’s no time for friggin’ introductions!” The boy with a pompadour exclaimed. “Maybe, but it may be good to at least find out who we all are before digging into the bigger problems here. I mean, how are we supposed to talk to each other if we do not know each other’s names?” You silently agreed.

“That’s a good point…” The hazel haired girl agreed as well.

“Okay, so let’s get introductions out of the way, then we can move on to whatever else. Sound good?” Stated the blue haired girl. You can imagine everyone else being just as lost as you.. so, this is a good place to start. You turned to look at Makoto.

“Hey, let’s meet up again after introducing ourselves to the others, okay? I’ll let you do your own thing for now.” You smile at him. He returns your smile. “Alright, that sounds good.” With that, you watch him walk over to the long blue haired girl almost immediately. Does he recognize her or something…?

Anyways you make your way to the first person you see, which just so happens to be that boy who called you and Makoto out on being late…Before you could say anything he starts to speak. “I’m Kiyotaka Ishimaru. I believe in bold simplicity! Let’s work together on our educational crusade! I am the Ultimate Moral Compass!”

Now that you’re closer to him, you should’ve known that he was the Ultimate Moral Compass just by observing his outfit. The white military-style uniform with the tall knee-high black lace-up boots screams strict. The red and bronze medal above his right chest was the cherry on top.

“I see. Nice to meet- “

“But anyway, you can call me Taka. You said your name was Y/N… the Ultimate Hair Stylist, right? What a lovely name and talent! You should thank your parents for giving you such an excellent name and helping you with your talent!”

“…How do you even know if- “

“And to keep that name from losing its value, you must devote yourself every single day...eh.. what are those around your waist?” He eyes your waist apron, containing your hair tools. “oh this? It’s my waist apron.”

“Not that! the tools inside it. Are those… scissors?”

You hesitated a response. “Uh… yes… along with combs, brushes, hair spray and a hair dry-“

“Your scissors…. are upside down!”

You give him a confused look before ultimately looking down towards your waist apron, he was right. The blades of your scissors were pointing right side up. “What…. Oh. They are.” That’s weird... you could’ve sworn you put them in there correctly before you left.

“That is dangerous! You can harm yourself or someone with those! Please fix it immediately!” He loudly spoke. You bite your lip to fight the urge to say something sarcastic, but you knew he was right. So, you decided to just suck it up.

“Right. I’ll fix that. Thanks Taka.” You give him one last small smile before leaving him. First impression of him. He’s really... intense and annoying! But... he seems alright for the most part.

Moving on from him, you spot that girl with the two long dark purple braids, round glasses and typical school uniform with a longer skirt compared to other uniforms. She looks at you but when you share eye contact, she looks away quickly. Probably shy, good thing you’re more of an extrovert than an introvert! This should be easy.

You made your way towards her while also simultaneously fixing your scissors; you took notice of her jittery nature. “Hey there! I’m- “

“I-I know who you are.” She said rather quickly. “Oh yeah! I introduced myself already.”

“T-that’s not what I meant!” She responded with a bit of attitude. “I meant I k-knew who you were beforehand…”

“Oh?... ah that’s right! I forget that I’m popular sometimes.” The girl just scoffs, muttering something under her breath “Yeah right…...”

“Sorry, what was that?”

She looks at you momentarily before breaking eye contact again. “Nothing. Anyways n-not that you’ll remember my n-name but... I’m T-Toko… Toko Fukawa… the Ultimate Writing Prodigy.”

“A writer huh? That’s an interesting ultimate.” Toko scowled at you. “W-what’s that supposed to mean? Do you think my u-ultimate I-Is some sort of joke?” She points at you accusingly.  You put your hands up to your chest defensively. “Eh?! no! That isn’t what I meant at all!”

“L-Liar! You m-must see me as some worthless worm! Y-you think you’re b-better than me?”

You huff irritably. “Again, no! I meant it as a good thing! What the hell?!” Toko narrows her eyes at you before responding shortly after. “Sure w-whatever… I’m used to it anyways. If you’re done m-mentally tormenting me, can you leave now?”

Sheesh, talk about an inferiority complex. Crazy girl.

You sigh tiredly. “Uh... yeah sure. I’ll see you around Toko, okay?” She muttered under her breath, something along the lines of ‘just go already...’ as she occasionally eyed your waist apron with a worrying look on her face. Hope she doesn’t try to stab me with my own tools! Probably should watch out for that.

 You turn to your left to see Makoto and the blue haired girl again, still talking to each other. Man, it’s been like... five minutes at the max! A bit too long for introductions, right? Taka seemed to notice this and scolded them for ‘wasting valuable time with their ridiculous back and forth’. They both looked a little upset, specifically the blue haired girl as she apologizes while walking off elsewhere. You felt a little bad, but he was kind of right... again. Maybe you’ll talk to her later.

As for Makoto, he sighs but ultimately walked off and continues to introduce himself to the other students. Guess that’s your cue to keep going, time is valuable after all.

“Yo! What’s up?”

“Huh?”

Your eyes locked onto an orange haired boy standing in front of you. He had a few piercings on his face along with some rings on his right knuckles and a necklace. His outfit overall wasn’t anything special but it can be recognizable. But what’s with the goatee?.....and that random pin on his jacket—

 Helloo? Anyone thereee?” He looks at you straight in your eyes, you didn’t even notice you were staring for a good few seconds before responding.

“Ah! Sorry. I was just thinking. Anyways, what’s your name?”

“No problem. I’m Leon Kuwata, Ultimate Baseball Star!” He gives you a laid-back smile. “You’re… uh…what’s your name again?” A chuckle escapes your lips. “You’re fine. It’s Y/N L/N, the Ultimate Hair Stylist.”

“Ohh that’s right! Y/N!… sorry about that. Should’ve known your ultimate had to do something with hair, yours looks good.” You blush lightly at the compliment.

“Really? Thanks!.. you don’t look too bad yourself. You don’t really look like a baseball star though… more like a rockstar.” You responded, oblivious to the fact that it sounded backhanded.

“For real?!” He gives you an unreadable look.

“Oh shit…! I didn’t mean it like—"

“Thanks a lot man!”

“What…?” A confused expression spreads on your face. He gives you a puzzled look. “hm? What’s wrong?”

“Well.. I thought I just insulted you... I didn’t expect that reaction.”

He chuckles. “Oh yeah! I guess if I actually liked playing baseball, I probably would’ve taken that as an insult but nope! You’re totally lucky I didn’t.” He joked.

“If you *actually* liked playing baseball? What do you mean?”

His smile drops and he gives you a serious look. “Can I be honest with you for a second? I don’t like baseball. Like, at all. Never gone to a single practice.”

Never gone to practice but is somehow the Ultimate Baseball Star? Amazing.

“and as soon as I got accepted here, I quit baseball for good! I have my own dream for the future!” he clenches his fists in determination. “My only path in life is getting into music! That’s why I really appreciated that comment you made earlier, at least I know I’m on the right track. You feel that star-quality aura I have, right?”

“You do, ha-ha! I understand where you’re coming from, y’know I hoped to be the Ultimate Artist or something when I got older but…life had other plans for me.” A small sigh escaped your lips. “It’s whatever, I do enjoy hair styling too, but drawing is more enjoyable.”

Leon gives you a pat on the shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out! I like your energy, keep that, okay?”

You form a small smile on your face. “Alright, sure.”

And with that, you leave him and move onto the next student, that being a plus-sized boy with a pair of black, thick- rimmed glasses dressed in a white button-down shirt, orange tie and dark gray trousers.

“Hi there! You are…?”

The boy just stares for a moment. You start to feel a little awkward. This must have what Leon felt like when I was staring… “Err…. Excuse me?” You wave a hand in front of his face; he seemingly snaps back into reality.

“O-Oh! Excuse me Mx L/N! I was just admired by your hair! It’s magnificent!” You blush as a response. With as many compliments you get on your hair, you’d think you’d get used to them, but they still fluster you every time.

“Ah! Thank you- “

“Do you mind if I just…-“He reaches out his hand to touch your hair, you immediately grab his wrist a little tightly. “Eh?!” You look at him directly in the eyes, your eyes screamed ‘angry.’

“Uh uh buddy, do not touch my hair.”

This earned a nervous gulp from him. “R-Right! My apologies… my curiosity got the best of me.” You release his hand with a huff, hoping to get this introduction over with. You just formally met this guy, and he’s already irritated you.

“Anyways... I am Hifumi Yamada, the Ultimate Fanfic Creator! But you can call me by my nickname, “The Alpha and the Omega!” I don’t mind.” You make a mental note to never ever call him that.

“Say… I got to ask… what have you drawn before? I couldn’t help but listen to you talking to Leon about your artistic talent.” Eh?! He was listening to my conversation...? Surely, he could’ve conversed with other people, but he chose to listen into me and Leon’s…creepy.

“You were listening?” You squint your eyes at him, which in return Hifumi stuttered nervously. “N-Not exactly listening per say, but rather I was just nearby and overhead!” sure man.

“Right... well, to answer your question I’m no Picasso, I drew mostly characters I’ve seen on tv. A lot of women really.”

He visibly gets flustered. “Oh yeah?... what kind of women…?” You scowl at him. “Okay! I think we’re done with this introduction!”

“Wait! Hold on! I wanted to ask you for a favor...!” He called out desperately before you walked off.

“Uh… what kind of favor?”

“Well…if you’re able to make anyone look good with your haircuts so you say… is it possible for you to assist me? Seriously? You’ve only been here for a few hours and you’re already getting asked favors, and from HIM of all people!

“No thanks, Hifumi. And for the record, I don’t want to touch you or have your greasy hands near my hair. And I don’t do free cuts, you cheap donkey.” You exclaimed as you walk away from him, hearing a faint ‘feisty!’ from him.

Your eyes drift over to the five other people. Let’s hope they aren’t lunatics too.

You walk up to the dark brown-haired girl with a red collared jacket, white t-shirt, and blue shorts. She seems promising. “Hi there!” She gives you a smile. “Heya! I’m Aoi Asahina, the Ultimate Swimmer! But my friends just call me Hina. ‘Sup?” Hina then follows up with a stumped look. “So uh….(wrong name)? Right? I think I forgot, sorry.”

You chuckle. “Eh, close. It’s Y/N.” Hina crosses her arms embarrassingly. “Damn! I was so close!” She wasn’t but that’s alright.

“Anyways, I know I’m certain you’re the… Ultimate Hair Stylist, right? You should be! Your hair speaks for itself! It’s so pretty!” She gives you a heartwarming smile, she most definitely meant that.

“Aw.. thank you Hina! I like your hair too, very shiny.” Hina’s face flushes at your compliment. “How sweet! I’m sure we’re going to get along just fine. Anyways, it was nice to meet you stylist!”

Stylist? Did she already forget my name?

Anyways, you both say your goodbyes and head over to the short hazel haired girl with a winter school uniform set with a long sleeved dark green jacket, a white shirt with a large Peter Pan collar secured skirt and knee-high black socks with mary janes. One word can only be said about this girl… CUTE!!

The girl’s face flushes before speaking. “Hello, nice to meet you. I’m Chihiro Fujisaki…the Ultimate Programmer…. Your name is Y/N, right?” She looks at you a little nervously, silently hoping she got your name correct.

“The one and only! Nice to meet you, Chihrio. I hope we can get along well!”

“Me too…!” She smiles sweetly at you before momentarily gasping like she realized something. “Ah!..wait.. have we met before?” You give her a confused expression. “I don’t think so... though, I don’t blame you for confusing me for someone else, it’s not like my outfit is the most recognizable.”

Her face seemed to falter at this. “Oh… sorry..”

“Huh? You don’t have to apologize for that.”

“R-right.. good point..”

An awkward silence came in-between us momentarily... until you heard a soft sniffle. Chihiro began to cry. “Hey, so listen… I-I’m really sorry...” She said as she let a few tears slip from her eyes. Did you just unintentionally make this girl cry?

“E-Eh?! Wait why are you upset?” Chihiro wipes her tears. “Just cuz…. you seem upset. You’re mad at me, right?” From an outsider’s perspective, it looked like you were bulling this poor girl! You quickly put your hands up defensively. “No, no not at all! You didn’t do a thing wrong!”

She looks up at you with glossy eyes. “You…you sure?”

“Definitely! There’s no way I can be mad at you!”

That reassured Chihiro. “O-Oh, that’s good...! I was afraid maybe you didn’t like me.”

You chuckle. “I couldn’t be mad at someone as cute as you!”

She blushes at your compliment. “hehe… I’m glad.”

Jeez.. feels like you’re walking on eggshells when talking to her. You should probably watch your tone and attitude when talking to her… you don’t need to be accused of bullying... and you don’t want to make her cry. Again!

Any who… you move on to your next person, who happens to be a girl with long light lavender hair dressed in a dark purple collared blazer jacket with six buttons over a zipped up long-sleeved white blouse and brown tie. She also wore a short black skirt, heeled knee-high black boots and knee-high socks.

If you were being completely honest, this girl looked as if she really didn’t want to be approached. You almost hesitated even going up to her, but ultimately walked up to her anyways. She doesn’t look threatening…what’s the worst that can happen?

“Hi!”

She doesn’t say a word.

“……” 

You try to initiate a conversation. “So….can I ask for your name?” She looks at you with a stoic, essentially an emotionless face before responding. “My name is….Kyoko Kirigiri.”

“…. Yeah?” You wait a few seconds for her to continue talking...only to be met with “… that’s it. That’s the introduction.” Your smile falters.

“…you’re not really talkative, are you?” You lightly laugh, attempting to lighten the tense mood. She only looked at you with the same expressionless look. Uh-oh.

“Eh.. So…. what are you here for?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She questions you.

“I just meant…what your ultimate was. You were scouted by the school, right?”

“….”

“Why should I tell you?”

You flinch at her assertiveness. “I’m just trying to get to know you, Kyoko.”

“My name is enough.” 

You go silent for a few seconds before biting your lip, fighting the urge to say something snarky.

“Right! Well, I’ll see you around then.” You say before leaving her be. You’re not stupid, you can tell when you’re not wanted. Besides, it doesn’t seem like she wants to give any information about herself…what is she hiding?

If she doesn’t want to converse with you, maybe this other girl will! She looked as if she came straight out of a fashion magazine. She wore a black cardigan over a white dress shirt, with both left open to show a little cleavage along with her bra. Followed by her red pleated miniskirt that was cut considerably short, black boots with platform heels and red laces. Her most noticeable accessories were her white and red polka dot tie that hung loosely around her neck and her white bunny and big red and white bow hair clips that rested nicely on her twin strawberry blonde pigtails.

You walk up to her with a smile, thankfully she looked as if she wanted to conversate.

“Hiii gorgeous! I’m Junko Enoshima, the Ultimate Fashionista! Charmed, I’m sure!” Junko gives you that signature smile and peace sign. Despite not recognizing almost all the people here, you can recognize her. I’ve seen that face on many magazines, though… I must admit, she looks a tad bit different in person.

“Hello! uh…!” She notices you squinting your eyes at her, no doubt because of well… you know.

“…what?”

“Nothing! It’s just... you don’t exactly look exact the same as you do on your magazines.”

“Huh…? Oh, are you talking about my cover photos and junk?” She twirls one of her pigtails around her finger. “Ahahah, well of course! Those are totally photoshopped.”

“ah. I figured. Your face looks different!” She gives you a nervous look.

“Come on, don’t act so like that! You’re gonna make me all depressed. It’s totally normal these days to photoshop the crap out of cover photos. It’s still me! It’s not like I’m an imposter or somethin...!”

She crosses her arms. “If you’re surprised by that, you’d be totally blown away by a certain dangerous little diva of ours…they make the eyes and junk super big, tweak the skin so it looks all ceramic and porcelain!”

“Right, sorry. I don’t mean it as a bad thing, you’re still real pretty. Your freckles look cute on you.”

Her face gets really flustered, it’s like she’s never received a compliment ever which is weird cause’ she’s a model. “H-huh? …oh! Thanks!”

“I’m going to meet the rest of the guys, ill see you around Junko.” You give her a smile, she just awkwardly smiles back as you leave her be. You didn’t expect her to be so flustered over a simple compliment, shouldn’t she be getting tons daily?

Anyways! Moving on from her, you see… a tall muscular boy wearing a high-collared black long overcoat with what seems to be a dragon design on the side of it. He also wore a white t-shirt with baggy black bants held up by a belt that had the face of a Komainu. And finally, to top off his entire outfit was his hair, his pompadour. He looked very intimidating but judging others by their looks isn’t right so you’ll take your chances with this guy.

You slowly walk up to him with a slightly nervous smile. “Hi!” He just looks at you, you couldn’t really read his expression all that well, but you can tell he definitely wanted to be anywhere else but here.

“..hello. Name’s Mondo Owada, Ultimate Biker Gang Leader. Nice to fuckin’ meetcha.”

Something tells you he didn’t mean that.

“A biker gang leader? That’s cool.” He just grunts in agreement. “Hell yeah it is.”

….

Damn this was awkward.

Normally you’d be more talkative but... he made you a little nervous. At this point you couldn’t tell if it was because he was a biker gang leader or because he was attractive.

“Nice meeting you, Mondo. I guess I’ll see you again later…?”

He just nods, rubbing the back of his head while avoiding eye contact. You take it that he wasn’t the only one who was nervous. Or a better word might be just awkward. Either way you probably should watch what you say around him. You’re able to stand up for yourself but you aren’t trying to be ten ft underground because of your own mouth.

So... that was nine people so far. Only four more to go.

Your eyes glance over to the tall muscular girl wearing a traditional Japanese school uniform followed by bandages wrapped around her muscular forearms and calves. Wow…never mind watching your mouth around Mondo, what about HER?

Anyways, you walk over to her. Your tongue was tied for a moment, so she thankfully spoke up first.

“I am Sakura Ogami, Ultimate Martial Artist.”

Now that you’re standing in front of her, you can really see how tall she is.. jesus. She’s no giant but compared to you, she might as well be. You aren’t exactly short but you’re not tall either, about average height for someone your age. Is she really a high school student…?

“Hey, you.”

“E-Eh?! Yes?” You snapped to attention without even realizing it. She looks down at you before poking and prodding at your body. This earned a squeal from you when she poked at your sides.

“The hell?! W-what are you doing?”

“Muscular quality and quantity are right around that of an ordinary high school student…” She crosses her arms. “Hmph. What a shame. You’re not at all fit to act as my training partner.”

You huff. “Are you calling me weak...? I’m stronger than you think.” Sakura’s eyebrow perks up in curiosity. “Really? Do you want to arm wrestle then?”

Your confidence falls. “…No, thank you.”

With that, you leave the conversation. I feel bad for the person who becomes her training partner in the future. Your eyes come across a blonde haired, tall, slender boy with glasses wearing a black suit jacket over a white shirt and lapis blue crossover tie. You walked over to him.

Before you could even say anything, he introduces himself first. “Name’s Byakuya Togami, Affluent Progeny.”

“Ah. Nice to meet you too.”

“….”

“So… are-“

“We’re done with introductions, right? Is there a reason to continue this conversation?” He folds his arms. “Go away. I’m sick of looking at you.”

………

You scowl. “Excuse me? Who are you talking to?” He just smirks at this. “You, clearly. Now leave me alone, peasant.”

“You four eyed little monster!” You angrily said. “You’re lucky I can’t use these scissors on you.“ Byakuya just laughed. “Is that supposed to scare me? You can’t lay a single finger on me.”

At this point you really wanted to beat this guy up, but you knew that in this situation it was probably not the best idea.          maybe later. “You know what. I’m done talking to you.” Before he could respond with a sarcastic remark, you quickly left. You don’t have the energy to continue talking to that guy. Perhaps you’ll have better luck with… is that a grown ass man?

The boy didn’t look like an average high schooler… could that be a teacher? Any who. The brown-skinned boy had lovely brown locs and wore three layers of shirts, that being a green male uniform jacket which he wore on his shoulders, the second one being an open button-down white shirt and the last one being a small yellow short-sleeve shirt. As well as a brown haramaki and used a yellow rope as his belt to hold up his large black pants. You’re a little curious to why he chose to wear 3 different shirts at once but whatever.

You also took notice of the stubble on his chin. This guy has to be AT LEAST 25.

He spots you too and happily walks to you. “I’m Yasuhiro Hagakure—Hiro for short, Ultimate Clairvoyant! Take it easy, yeah? I know I will!” He gives you a warm smile. His aura is really…. Calming. He really does seem laid-back.

“Clairvoyant huh? Isn’t that like… fortunetelling stuff?”

“Bingo!” He smiles. “By the way…that’s some nice hair you got.” He puts his hand under his chin. “Let me guess... you’re a hair stylist!”

Your face becomes stoic. Your attire alone makes it heavily obvious. But since you don’t want to be rude to him specifically, you decided to humor him. “I am… how’d you know?”

He laughs cockily. “Your waist apron, duh! There’s like... scissors and stuff poking out of it.” He crosses his arms, smiling at you. “It’s super obvious! Shouldn’t you know that?” He playfully asks.

………seriously?

“Right… forgot about that.” You respond.

“But hey, I like you uh… Y/N! We should grab some brewskis sometime, yeah?”

“Huh? We’re not allowed to drink. We’re in high school.”

“Oh, I’m actually 21. I’ve been held back a few times, see, and...well, it’s a long story.”

“Ah… that explains a lot.” You murmur. “What?” He looks at you confusingly. “Nothing!” You smile at him.

 “Anyways, I’ll see you later Yasuhiro, okay? I’ve got two more people to meet.”

“That’s cool. See ya, Y/N!” He waves you goodbye.

Moving on from him you see a pale girl standing in the corner. She had bright red eyes with two massive black twin drills. She wore a gothic Lolita-style outfit consisting of a white blouse with a long-point collar, a black jacket that includes white ribbon lacing down the sleeves, fastened by a simple white ribbon across her chest to reveal her red tie and a many-tiered skirt with white lace. Along with a white lace bonnet with ribbons on each side of it and knee-high stocking trimmed in ladder lace with a black ribbon on both sides of each. She looked like a porcelain doll.

“Ah… Hello?” The girl said almost uncomfortably.

“Oh! Yes, hi!” You walk closer to her; you were probably looking at her a little too hard….You’ll have to work on that. The girl gives you a small smile, giggling into her hand. “Staring is quite rude, you know.”

This earned a blush forming on your cheeks. “Yeah.. sorry! I didn’t mean to look at you for so long.”

“No worries dear, I’m used to it. Anyways I do not think we have been formally introduced yet. I am Celestia Ludenburg, Ultimate Gambler.”

“Celestia?”

“Mhm. But if you don’t mind, I would prefer for you to call me Celeste.”

“I’ve never heard anyone with a name like yours, it suits you.” You compliment her. Celeste folds her hands together and smiles at you. “Why thank you, dear. I find your name quite passable for you.”

Passable..? Is that supposed to be a compliment?

“.. Thank you. By the way.. could I ask you something?” She nods. “Of course. What would you like to know?”

“Are…. Your drills clip-ons?” Celeste just stares at you for a moment before giggling again. “Heh-heh. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I think we are done with our lovely introduction. I will see you, okay?”

“Right, sorry. I’ll see you another time, Celeste.” She nods as you leave her.

She acts polite but also forceful at the same time. I don’t think she wants to say any more about her hair…..but those are definitely clip-ons. You of all people would know, you’re a hair stylist after all.

Anyways, that was 16 students you just met, right? If you’re not mistaken that should be everyone…wait.. you’re forgetting someone!.. It’s—

“Hello?”

It’s that blue haired girl again. You didn’t get a chance to properly meet her yet cause’ of Makoto. Speaking of Makoto where’d he go? You’ll have to look for him later. For now, you go up to the girl.

“Hello! We haven’t formally met yet, right?”

“No! I saw you earlier but... I didn’t have the chance to talk to you yet.” She gives you a small smile. “I’m Sayaka Maizono, Ultimate Pop Sensation! And you are…?”

“Y/N L/N, Ultimate Hair Stylist.”

Sayaka giggles embarrassingly. “Of course! Sorry he-he. By the way… how do you know Makoto?” She looks at you curiously. “Do you know each other from school?….”

“Makoto? I just met him at the entrance a few hours ago. I guess he’s my friend! Why?”

“Ah. well just curious. You two were holding hands when you first got here, right?”

What Is she insinuating…?

“Oh! That? I more-so dragging him. I wouldn’t say holding hands…at least not like that.”

Sayaka rests her cheek on her knuckles. “Oh! I see. Thanks!” She gives you a small smile as you return it. That was a little weird but whatever, not important right now.

And finally with that, all the introductions are done. You’re not going to lie, even though they are all ultimate’s.. they certainly aren’t your ideal versions of their talents. After leaving her you spotted Makoto talking to Celeste. Like my interaction with her you assumed he most likely annoyed her too, so she shoo’ed him off.

“Hey! Makoto! Over here!” You wave for him to come here, which he does. “Hey Y/N.”

“How’d it go?” He nervously scratches his cheek. “well.. I don’t think Celeste is too fond of me right now.”

“no no, I meant overall.”

“Oh. It went okay. They are….something.” This earned a chuckle from you. “Agreed.”

“Okay, time to get down to business.” Byakuya exclaimed, folding his arms with a serious expression on his face. “This is no time to stand around making friends like a bunch of dull-eyed baboons.” He says as he eyed you.

“Oh, that’s true.” Makoto agreed. “I think someone said something about a bigger problem or something What was that about?”

“Yeah, what gives?” You asked.

Sayaka frowned. “Well, you see…Makoto, Y/N, you both said a bunch of stuff happened and then you were “just asleep,” right? Well...the same is true for all of us.”

What the hell? This is getting even more weird.

“What? Seriously?” Both me and Makoto exclaimed.

 “Just after each of us got to the main hall, we lost consciousness.” Leon stated as he rubbed his head. “And when we come to, we were somewhere he in the school! That’s what happened to you, right?”

“B-but that’s just… weird! That every one of us would get knocked out like that…” Makoto exclaimed.

“Exactly! That’s why we’re all freakin’ out!” Mondo yelled.

Okay seriously... what is going on?

“And that’s not the only thing. You saw where all the windows in the classes and hallways were, right? But instead of normal glass windows, it was a bunch of big metal plates! What’s that about!?” Taka stated.

“Yeah… that was freaky. If all the windows in the school are like that then…. what’s it for?” You asked.

“Yeah, what the hell? Plus, all my stuff’s missing! Even my cellphone…” Junko stated anxiously.

Chihiro followed up in agreement. “That’s right, I haven’t seen my PDA anywhere, either…”

“And then there’s the main hall here. The front exist is completely blocked by some giant metal hatch.” Taka worriedly expressed. “But there wasn’t anything like that when I first got here…!” He clenches his fist in anger. “What the heck?! What’s it doing there?!”

“Maybe we got caught up in some kinda, like, you know…crime or something?” Junko stated.

“Wha…like a kidnapping? If that’s true what do they want with us?!” You anxiously asked.

“You think maybe someone grabbed us and hauled us off and we’re not actually at school?” Leon worriedly asked. His face was almost as white as a sheet.

“Come on, don’t think like that. Cheer up!” Yasuhiro optimistically exclaims. “I bet this is all just part of the school’s orientation procedure.”

“Really…? This seems a bit excessive for an orientation.” You say worriedly. You’re starting to think this guy has zero survival instincts if that’s what he thinks.

He laughs. “Yeah! I’m sure that’s it! So I’m just gonna take it easy for a little bit.”

“Oh…So you think they wanted to do something to surprise us?” Chihiro let out a sigh of relief.

“Huh. Well if that’s all it is, it’s nap time for me.” Leon said tiredly. “I was up way too late last night, so I could use a little shuteye.”

You could feel the tension lowering. But, you still didn’t feel safe. It was only a matter of time before—

*Ding dong, bing bong*

….IT happened.

I hope you enjoyed! Feedback is always welcome. I already have a portion done of the second half of the prologue.

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[prerodinu]

⸻ Dacian and Elijah @kinglyisms

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Elijah had a smile on his face as he looked over at Dacian, seeing him sitting on the floor with Silas laying across his lap. He was wearing an apron and a pair of gloves, cleaning the kitchen and making something to eat for them. Dacian had shown up and Elijah had invited him in, figuring it would be good to show some Pack friendship. Toshiro was encouraging them to make the others feel welcomed, and after their argument originally he thought this was good. Silas didn’t normally like strangers who smelled differently, but he seemed comfortable with Dacian for some reason. Currently on the man’s lap he stared up at him happily, reaching his tiny hands out and blowing bubbles at him. The boy had been playing in his bouncy chair, but had cried and reached for Dacian until he caved and picked him up. It makes Elijah happy, he wants Silas to form bonds with others. “Casimir, he’s a teacher at the Academy, says Silas has a hard time being there and away from the other Pack children. He cries a lot, and fusses.” He knelt down in front of the two of them, watching his son fondly. “He says he doesn’t know how to help him adjust to being away from the Pack.” His gaze drifts up toward the other. “But he likes you.”

"Hmm." Dacian spoke, he had brought over his bag with art supplies in it. In the context of drawing Silas and Elijah in their natural habitat to at least have something when he went back to the pack house to remember them by.

Though that changed when Silas a begged him to pick him up and place him on his lap. Dacian had been letting the little one play with his brushes and waving them around. Which was hilarious to Dacian watching a child wave around a paintbrush.

"Bon, a child in our pack couldn't handle being around other children, and kept hiding in small holes in walls and couches. We all wore a sweater for a couple days before school started for him and it helped him calm down quickly and be able to be around others. Maybe try that? I know it might be hard for a small child but a blanket of some sort or at least a part of one might help if he smells the pack." Dacian doesn't understand why he gives out the information, but he just feels comfortable doing so. His gaze looks over at Elijah before he leans down and places a soft little kiss upon Silas's head.

"Just don't be so hard on your dad. He cares." Dacian whispers to the child before bouncing him a little in his lap. "You'll love other kids and if they are mean to you you call me and I'll beat them up." Dacian laughs a little to himself before setting Silas back down in his lap.

"Sure you don't need any help?"

#(Threads: Dacian) #(Verse // Howl at the Moon) #kinglyisms

[repairingangelsworld]

Literature Review 1 (Peter Saul)

Intro: (200)

you , the artist and how they connect to your practice (explain what literature you're referring to) 

This year I'm looking to expand my understanding of these topics and how I present my ongoing project Repairing Angels World to the viewer. The first text  I will be drawing from this year is In The Studio With Peter Saul by New York Academy of Art, a video interview where Saul discusses his practice. 

During this interview Saul talks about how he draws from his imagination to make his large paintings and states that “most people are afraid to draw from their imagination.” I think this is an important bridging point towards better understanding how I want my work to be seen, but also what I feel is the most comfortable fluid style of drawing for me. While Saul is a painter and I work in other mediums, his ideas help me to gain more of an understanding of my drawing practice, what feels most comfortable, and how I translate that into soft sculpture.

Describing Peter Saul practice 

Saul is a mixed media artist working with painting and drawings over the past 60 years. His inspiration for his art comes from the United States, and as he notes down there is “no place in the world that is crazy as America”. He describes the American subject to be “never cool and detached”, meaning that the typical American was anxious, frenzied, disturbed and disturbing. Like Pop Art, he painted everyday objects like refrigerators, cars and cheerful cartoon characters that participated in scenes that were violent. In his interview In The Studio With Peter Saul, he talks about how much he enjoyed comics as a kid and incorporated cartoon styled art into his own art. For example Superman in Heaven, (2022), by Peter Saul (refer to figure 1) connects to  cartoons by using exaggerated forms, bold colours, and flattened block shapes.  

He states that he tried to be a cartoonist but he didn't achieve the same professionalism as other artists. The roughness and the awkwardness of his cartoons he has drawn is exactly what he wanted to portray in his work. This relates back to the part in his interview when he said “Don't take advice because it stirs you to belonging to some group that already exists. You've got to stand out as one individual person.” 

Describing Sauls ideas around politics

 Saul’s artwork was heavily focused on politics from 1964 onwards. He was interested in the Vietnam War, which he responded to with drawings and paintings. One of the paintings that really stood out to me was Saigon, (1967) (figure 2). This painting is a scene of disaster, war and terror, but uses bright colours and over exaggerated figures to add humour to something that is supposed to be seen as quite dark and scary. Saul was trying to think of frightening things that could happen during the Vietnam War. His thought process for this particular painting was that he assumed in his imagination what would have happened at the vietnam war and I think the style and disproportionate figures show that Saul’s imaginative way of thinking is chaotic which matches with the terror and disaster of the Vietnam War seem chaotic and intense, like a nightmare where colours are strange and things are exaggerated. Sauls style adds a playful humour to very serious topics, for example you can see alot of vietnamese women depicted in his painting which in all cases are either tied up, bleeding or being raped. This leans towards disturbing nature in which the american soldiers pillage small vietnamese villages He came up with key words to help him come up with imagery to paint such as white boy, torture and raping. Keeping in mind that Saul had no experience in war so he mentioned that all his thoughts felt like common sense had told him that these things would happen. Sauls goal was to stand out, and during this time this topic wasn't being done (sensitive subject).

Peter Saul’s interest in American history was explored at the same time as his Vietnam War artwork in 1964. As I previously mentioned, he states that there is no place in the world as crazy as America. Saul is naturally drawn to the hectic and craziness of his own country's history as he finds pleasure in creating disturbing, horrific, stomach quenching artwork. He does this by using historical events and then over exaggerates it by drawing from his own imagination of how the event took place. The way he achieves this is by incorporating surreal and over exaggerating his figures in his artworks and by adding things like blood, guts and wounds. In an article by Art Space magazine he states, “I wait for the presidents to be a politically important problem. I never did Obama, people have asked me why. I can only do bad guys, pretty much.” This shows that Saul is only interested in painting subjects that have political problems, because most of the time Saul’s work has a political narrative. In the case of Obama, I believe that during his presidential term between 2009 and 2017 there were a lot of other prominent figures that were causing more political stir than Obama, such as Donald Trump. During this time he created many portraits of US presidents like Donald Trump, George Bush and Ronald Reagan. Saul defined these people to be very unworthy and terrible people. Donald Trump in Florida, (2017), by Peter Saul (figure 3), is a painting that reveals the unpleasant feeling he has towards Trump. In this painting there are two figures that show Trump's head on something, the bottom one is Trump's head growing out of a lizard's body. The top one being a UFO.  The figure towards the middle left is of an alligator that clearly shows that his hair is trumps and he is chomping on someones legs. At the very top of the painting there's another alligator that has Trump's hair too but this one is eating money. In this painting, Saul sees Trump as a predatory crocodile because he is known to be a cold hearted person which is not capable of being empathetic .  In Donald Trump in Florida, Saul incorporates surreal, history, illustration and horror events, truly captivate the explosiveness of the way he depicts Trump in this painting.  For this painting, I'm more interested in the way Saul incorporated both human and a crocodile together into one figure, rather than the political side of it. This is interesting because I think that Saul sees Trump as more of a predator as he replaced Trump's figure with a reptile to show his audience that he is a danger to society.

In contrast to Peter Saul’s painting Donald Trump in Florida,  my artwork shows illustrations of figures and creatures that live in my world. This is evident in my recent pastel drawings Giant Mosquitos, (2023), by Patricia Fung (figure 4). Our styles also differ in our use of reference, Saul draws from social and political agenda but I am more focused on nature and self. This is because Saul is interested in events that become a problem in this world such as the Vietnam War. I’m more focused on my nature surroundings and things that creatures and figures do in my imaginative world. I am really interested in how Saul incorporates the real world happenings in his artwork and how he brings out topics that most people wouldn't have the confidence to create like he does. This is similar to how I’m approaching my project Repairing Angels World as I gain alot of my inspiration from the real world too but then twist my drawings and ideas to look more fantasy and surreal, much like how Saul creates.

Compare Saul to my work

Saigon, (1967), by Peter Saul, reminds me of what a dystopian world would look like. I know his intention is not dystopia because he bases his artwork on real life events and things that have already happened such as the Vietnam War . He quoted “All my Vietnam pictures were an exaggeration”.  Exaggerating his drawings in Saigon, by Peter Saul, is seen through the really long arms, disproportionate breasts and a penis drawn as a gun turret. The exaggerated and surreal technique tricks you into believing that this painting is not real. However this painting is painted from imagination but the idea is referenced from a real life event - Vietnam War. I see a close comparison with this particular painting of Saul’s to my art because my drawings are very imaginative, but draw a connection to reality. I also see a connection in the playful, surrealist and exaggerated style that I'm building. The major difference I feel in our styles is that Saul draws from popular culture, whereas I tend to draw from my own experiences. 

My recent drawings are from reference photos that my friends or I have taken. I convert these photos into drawings and throw in my imagination to then add in things like insects that are larger than they are supposed to be such as a Giant Mosquitos (2023) (figure 4). The size of the giant mosquitos show the over exaggerated aspect I like to add in my drawings, much like how Saul likes to add in his paintings. Even though a lot of Sauls works are seen to be quite disturbing and unpleasant, whereas my recent current works do not have that disturbing and unpleasant look to it. However I would like to create some soft sculptures that do give this look as it contributes to the dystopian part that I would like to achieve. I would like to keep open minded about what I create, so then I can explore any type of emotion that can be welcomed into my works throughout the year. From this I see a strong connection between our works in relation to our processes and ideas. 

Figure 1. Peter Saul, “Superman in Heaven", 2022 © The Artist. Courtesy Michael Werner Gallery, New York and London.

Figure 2: Peter Saul, Saigon, 1967, acrylic, oil, enamel, and ink on canvas.

Figure 3: Peter Saul, Crime and Punishment series: Donald Trump in Florida, 2017, acrylic on canvas. 

Figure 4: Patricia Fung, Giant Mosquitos, 2023, pastel on paper.

In conclusion Saul’s paintings from the Vietnam War drew my attention the most because throughout his interview, In The Studio With Peter Saul by New York Academy of Art, he explained how he drew from his imagination. Imagination is a big part of my process for my project Repairing Angels World. Without imagination in my world, there is no magic and the surrealness of the world I am building. Sauls imagination is really out there and he's not afraid to bring his uttermost deepest thoughts of his imagination. 

BIBLIOGRAPHY

Art Space, “Peter Saul’s Pop Art pop at US Presidents.” 18th March, 2023.

https://www.artspace.com/magazine/art_101/book_report/peter-sauls-pop-art-pop-at-us-presidents-56460

New York Academy of Art. In the Studio With Peter Saul. From YouTube. Video, 7:15, Posted by New York Academy of Art, February 11, 2022. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFn8GCkA5eE 

New Museum. Peter Saul: Crime and punishment. London: Phaidon Press Limited, 2020.

New Museum. “Peter Saul: Crime and Punishment.” 18 March, 2023. https://www.newmuseum.org/exhibitions/view/peter-saul-crime-and-punishment 

Whitney Museum of American Art. Sinister Pop: Peter Saul, Saigon, 1967. From YouTube. Video, 2:27. Posted by Whitney Museum of American Art, November 21, 2012. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pmxekUdb4o&t=3s

Yau, John. “Peter Saul Knows What to Do with the President and a Hamburger.“ Hyper Allergic. September 17, 2017/ 18 March, 2023. 

https://hyperallergic.com/400699/peter-saul-fake-news-mary-boone-2017/

ILLUSTRATIONS

FIGURES:

1. Peter Saul, Saigon, 1967, acrylic, oil, enamel, and ink on canvas, 236.9 x 361.3cm, San Francisco, Accessed March 18th, 2023, https://www.artnews.com/art-news/retrospective/from-the-archives-peter-sauls-twisted-allegories-strike-a-chord-in-1969-8432/

2. Peter Saul, Crime and Punishment series: Donald Trump in Florida, 2017, acrylic on canvas, 198.1 x 304.8cm, San Francisco, Accessed March 18th, 2023, https://www.artnews.com/art-in-america/aia-reviews/peter-saul-new-museum-2-1202680356/

3. Patricia Fung, Giant Mosquitos, 2023, pastel on paper, 210 x 297 mm, Auckland.

[doctor-yamagishi]

Concern or Consideration Part 5: Under the Surface

(Part 5 of plot idea developed with @tacitusauxilium)

With Madarame’s palace collapsed and his change of heart publicized, there was a greater degree of belief in the existence of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts, but with it came an emerging debate about their intention and stories about how they can accomplish their feat. 

Neither matter was of any real concern to the Phantom Thieves as they chose not to ignore the wrongdoings that occurred in the world, but with no target with a view of the world distorted enough to create a palace, they lingered with smaller targets that littered throughout Mementos, tracking down and changing those that they could reach and defeat. 

Today, the Shujin portion of the Phantom Thieves had a social studies field trip to a tv studio, upon where they see a live broadcasted interview with Goro Akechi, where his belittlement and accusations of the Phantom Thieves being criminals was challenged by Akira. 

With the interview over, the group was allowed to experience the tv studios without journeying to areas that were out of boundaries. 

“This is serious bs. We’re the guests, so why are they making us do work?” Ryuji grumbled, finally having all the assigned work done between him, Ann, and Akira. 

“Keep it down won’t you. At least we get to go home after this.” Ann scolded, trying to put a positive spin on the matter, still not liking the Assistant Director that reminded her of Kamoshida with how blunt his intentions were, though his were slightly better disguised than Kamoshida’s were. 

“Sucks that we got to play the ‘good boy’ to avoid drawing suspicion on ourselves.” Ryuji still wasn’t convinced that playing good was going to keep himself from drawing suspicion of potential ulterior motives. 

“Let’s check out some of the shops. A nice change of pace should make you feel better.” Ann did her best to offer a comforting idea that would also be to her benefit since it’s not every day they are in this area. 

“I know just the place. The pancake-looking place we saw on the way here. That place looked delicious, what was it?” Morgana chimed in exhuberantly. 

“You’re talking about Dome Town. Place is stadium and there are some amusement park rides along the outside.” Ryuji commented, not sure where Morgana was getting the idea that it looked like pancakes. 

“Pretty hardcore ones despite being so close to a business area.” Ann added on about the amusement parks, unsure how some of the business people were able to work with the sounds of the rides and screams so close. 

“Time to show you true courage.” Morgana stated proudly, though while as a cat, it was hard to phsyically present the concept of pride that well. 

“That’s no testament to courage.” Ann remarked, considering the gesture more of reckless or stupid.

“Besides, you won’t be able to experience the ride. Cats aren’t allowed on the ride. If you tried hiding in Akira’s bag, you’ll just end up puking in it.” Ryuji would tack on, not sure if he was doing a bigger to Akira or to Morgana, but figured that it would probably be Morgana. It was easy getting a new bag, but it was a lot harder getting the smell of vomit out of fur, especially when it’s on a water averse animal such as a cat. 

“ I am NOT a cat, but that’s a good point.” Morgana at first felt like fighting back, but figured that he would end up being considered to most people as a cat, then there wasn’t any way around it for the moment and was worried out how the inclusion of vomit in his presence would affect his chances with Ann. 

“Rides or not, I am feeling Dome Town, let’s go.” Ryuji remarked not wanting to linger on the negatives of exploring the town. 

“I’ll pass on the puke rides.” Morgana stated, the mention now just being enough to make him queasy. 

A young man with brown hair and a briefcase walked by before turning to look at the trio. 

“Pardon me, are you all Shujin Academy students?” The young man inquired walking over. 

“Yeah, something you want from us?” Ryuji was in no mood to deal with anyone at the TV station that he didn’t have any real knowledge about. It had already had been a pain in his ass enough for the day already. 

“Oh, no. Was just passing by and figured I should stop by and say hi. We will be seeing each other tomorrow, so wanted to at least try and get off on the right foot.” The young man inquired slightly off put by Ryuji’s tone, but didn’t let him deter him from making a conversation. 

“What? You helping out with the equipment?” Ryuji didn’t recognize who he was talking to, so figured that the other was just another helping hand. 

“No, they have me on for an interview tomorrow.” The young man inquired with a light chuckle with a friendly smile. “Ah, I should introduce myself. The name’s Goro Akechi.”

“Akechi...” Ann repeated, trying to think of where she heard the name before, it was familiar.

“You some kind of celebrity?” Ryuji was still far from convinced that Goro was anything worthwhile. 

“Only a couple of times for separate interviews. Nothing major.” Akechi responded, somewhat exasperated that there wasn’t anything beyond interviews. 

“Hope I didn’t interrupt your trip to get cake.” Akechi remarked, trying to be as little of an obstruction to their plans as possible. 

“Cake? What are you talking about?” Ryuji inquired, not remembering anyone talking about cake. 

“I thought I heard someone talking about delicious pancakes. I missed lunch, so I am hungry.” Akechi respond, regretting the decision, but making the most of it. 

“Am I interrupting something?” Fuuka interjected, stumbling across the scene, drawing the attention of all four people toward her as she walked the same hall that Goro passed through a while ago. She was sure that she wasn’t just imagining things, she could now feel five personas. Four that were from the three people and the one ‘cat’ that were among the Phantom Thieves ranks and one from the person that was with them. She would take the moment to try and recall the face of the person that was with them while they came up with their response.

“Miss Yamagishi, what are you doing here?” Ryuji was worried that they had caused a scene and was trying to think if there would be a way out of it. 

“Miss Kawakami wanted to make sure that there wasn’t anyone causing trouble in the station, so she had me look around and make sure all the students were alright.” Fuuka interjected, unsure if she came across the one that that her mentor didn’t want to happen. 

“Oh, I can assure you that they weren’t. We were just talking as I have some free time before attending a pre-interview briefing.” Akechi attested on the group’s behalf. 

The voice may or may not have been the concept that struck home the person’s identity for Fuuka while Ann pondered their identity while Akira, Ryuji, and Morgana didn’t really pass it much thought. 

“Aren’t you Akechi-kun? The famous high school detective?” Fuuka inquired, which made the picture complete for Ann but came as a surprise for Ryuji, Akira, and Morgana. 

“Wouldn’t call myself famous, but I have earned a bit of a name for myself.” Akira quipped playfully with a light laugh as he didn’t become a detective for the publicity, but a bit of acknowledgement for his identity and accomplishments was more than welcomed. 

“Do the two of you know each other?” Ann inquired looking between her class’s student teacher and the detective. 

“No, I just remember his face from the news reports of his cases.” Fuuka stated with a subtle shake of her head. 

“This is the first time that we met from what I can recall.” Akechi adds on, not sure if he should recognize Fuuka’s face or not, but a quick glance at his watch cast aside any consideration of the prospect. “Wish I could stay and chat a bit more, but I can’t miss the briefing, hope you all have a nice day.” Goro later added on before he takes his leave. 

“Not much of a presence for someone that is famous.” Ryuji remarked lightly. “Anyways, off to Dome Town.” 

Meanwhile....

Replaying Madarame’s change of heart in his mind, Nobu looks up at a screen that presented an image of the former famous artist. 

“The Phantom Thieves.....might be able to stop them.....” Nobu muttered to himself before he pulls out a small photo from an inside pocket and unfolded it. 

The picture was of a young boy and a young girl. The young boy had deep blue hair while the girl had a light teal colored hair. The girl was sitting in front of the boy while the boy had a brush in his right hand that was in contact with the girl’s hair. The girl’s face had a bubbly smile as she looks at the boy while the boy had a playful smile as he tried to keep the girl facing a single direction so he can work with the brush more. 

“Fuuka, I hope you are alright.....” Nobu whispers before folding the photo back up and returning it to his pocket before walking back into the hospital where he works. 

#tacitusauxilium

[themovieblogonline]

Wednesday Season 1 Left A Huge Mystery Unexplained

In a twist I didn’t see coming, Wednesday is Netflix’s most-watched English language series ever. The Addams Family spin-off focuses on the homicidal daughter of the odd-ball family and brilliantly separates the character from her brood. Acting in many ways as a detective thriller, Wednesday’s success is because of its amazing characters, intriguing world and the mysteries in its first season. And while the show has a very satisfying ending, there is still a Wednesday season 1 mystery that wasn’t really explained in the show. Note: This article will feature heavy spoilers for Wednesday season 1, so read on at your own discretion. The Idea Behind Wednesday Season 1 Wednesday follows the adventures of Wednesday Addams (Jenna Ortega) after her explulsion from a ‘normie’ school, as in normal people, and sent to a school more suited for her— affinities. But after arriving at Nevermore Academy, full of vampires, werewolves and other outcasts with powers and oddities, Wednesday is still the odd one out. Fully planning on running away, again, a mystery unfolds in front of her, that compels her to stay, and get to the bottom of it all. During this mystery, Wednesday makes friends, confronts the challenges of a solitary life that she has thus far enjoyed, and even gets into some boy drama. But despite the well-written story, there is one Wednesday season 1 mystery that we don’t get closure for. And it definitely involves one of the boys in Wednesday’s love triangle. The Writers Of Wednesday Misdirects The Audience There’s a murderer loose in the town of Jericho, home of the Nevermore Academy. Someone or something is killing people. And our very own Wednesday is on the case. She figures out that it’s a monster killing people, called Hyde. Her suspicions led her to another student at Nevermore, and one of her potential love interests, Xavier Thorpe (Percy Hynes-White). This is because she discovers that Xavier has been having dreams of Hyde, which he then put on canvas as paintings. Or so he claims. Wednesday suspects that the reason why Xavier is painting the Hyde, and the reason for his visions, is that he is the Hyde himself. This plot point remains consistent throughout most of the series. The writers use it to misdirect Wednesday, and the audience, to prove that Xavier has to be Hyde. But he’s not, of course. It’s Wednesday’s other boy toy, Tyler (Hunter Doohan). How Xavier’s Visions Remain A Mystery As is usual, by the end of Wednesday season 1, all the mysteries get unravelled and explained. The true perpetrators come to light, and everything makes sense. Well, almost everything. Why Xavier got visions of Tyler as Hyde, and his connection to him, remains unexplained. Which would be okay, given that the show isn’t perfect when it comes to all its connections and explanations. But it’s not okay, seeing how this plot point was a key reason why everyone (Wednesday and us) suspected Xavier. It’s the main factor and undisputed proof (until Tyler’s back story came out) as to why Xavier was Hyde. So not explaining this Wednesday season 1 mystery, feels like a major oversight. And even if we try to make a headcanon as to why Xavier got visions of the Hyde, it’s still barely laudable. What The Heck Are Xavier’s Powers? We see that Xavier’s powers include bringing whatever he draws to life. The degree of this ‘life’, seems limited either by his range of powers or by his choice. Early on, a spider sketch he drew comes to life and walks across a table. Whereas his painting of Wednesday playing the Cello seemed limited in its movements, almost like an animated 2D drawing. But there’s also a part of the story where one of his Hyde paintings apparently came to life and clawed at Xavier, leaving some pretty gnarly gashes on his back and neck. But nowhere in the show do they ever ascribe any visions or psychic ability to, at least, this power of Xavier’s. However, they do discuss a few times, how his father is a world-famous psychic. So even though the show doesn’t make this connection directly, we can maybe theorize that Xavier inherited some psychic powers from his father. Which is why he’s getting visions of Hyde? Maybe. But even if Xavier had latent or dormant psychic abilities from his dad, why do they only connect him to Tyler? Why not, Wednesday, the girl he likes who also has some sort of vision abilities? Why not his ex-girlfriend Bianca (Joy Sunday)? Or even a connection to his Dad, who is also a psychic? It’s too many presumptions and theories on our part to have to work at, to explain what the show presented as a huge mystery. That they never bothered to answer themselves. Wednesday Season 1 Is Still A Good Show Despite This Even without this, what I think is a huge Wednesday season 1 mystery didn't get explained, it’s still a fun show. Ortega is fantastic as Wednesday and the supporting cast are wonderful together. It’s an engaging new thriller with familiar faces that definitely warrants a watch. But let’s hope that they deal with this Xavier vision nonsense somewhere in season 2. All episodes of Wednesday are now streaming on Netflix. What did you think of this unsolved mystery from Wednesday season 1? Did it bother you as much as it clearly did me? Let me know in the comments below. Read the full article