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Alright guys what happened to the English transcript/subs of the Nanbaka live stage from 2017?
I remember someone posted it here on Tumblr, but then removed their account so it's nowhere to be found.
I have the raw video and although I understand the general meaning of it all I want to know what exactly they are saying/singing...
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Hi Kyuu! Can I ask for a scenario of the reader unmasking Crowley? What do you think the headmaster looks like under his mask…?
“So... after all this time, that was your true objective.”
The emphatic, grandiose voice of Dire Crowley you had grown accustomed to--itself a reassuring accolade you’d taken for granted--sounded foreign to your ears. Instead of merry warmth there loomed a cloying chill of thinly-veiled spite.
You swallowed audibly and widened your stance, your hands balled into white-knuckled fists. You were certifiably terrified, but you somehow mustered the courage to nod. Why now deny the truth after you’d come so far? It was now or never.
The slits in Crowley’s mask were devoid of light: you fought to hold your gaze there, but found yourself trembling. Uncertainty seized you, threatening to rob you fully of your nerve; you were moments from high-tailing it in a fit of panic when the stately headmaster did the unthinkable---
He sighed and crumpled into the chair at his rear.
“Here I thought it was something truly dastardly or reprehensible.”
Wait, what?
He tilted his head to regard you when you didn’t immediately respond. His eyes were bright with conviction. “Come now, I know your type well: try as you might, you just can’t stop thinking about this secret of mine.”
You pouted and made to object, only to be hushed by a forefinger pressed flush against your lips. His gaze now hummed with a mischievous energy. “You and I have such a good rapport, no? Well, because I am oh so kind, I suppose I can allow you a glimpse of my face in proper.”
A corner of your lips quirked in disbelief. What luck! You resisted the urge make light of your excitement by pumping your fist in the air. Crowley invited you closer with the gentle sweep of a hand. You obliged.
He only halted you once you were within arms’ reach. You felt your pulse pound frantically as fingers expertly cupped the front of his mask. Each finger glided along the lower rim of the material, freeing milky skin from lacquer. The suspense was so palpable that you swore you felt time slow down when his hand rose higher and higher, up and away...
...
...
Oh.
Smoky lashes stained with the color of shimmering twilight outlined shapely, oblique eyes. His pupils were slivers against the light, his irises a splendid liquid gold. His black-tinged lips perfectly complemented high cheekbones, slim nose and noble brow. Stark, thin eyebrows ended before his temples, framing his jaw in a most pleasant way.
He was... breathtaking.
He replaced his mask when he noticed that you had stopped breathing. He swatted you on the head, pulling you from your trance. He gave a nervous chuckle when your breath came stuttered and short. “It’s quite a bit to take in, I know. No need to thank me! All I ask is that you promise not to tell a soul about any of this---
“What’s that? Yes, I could use assistance in filing my paperwork. How kind of you to volunteer your services!”
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Are you ok with writing alcohol related stuff? I think it would be funny to have a drunk headmaster complain to reader about all the work and mischievous students while reader tries to calm him down and just get him to drink water because fae apparently do not have a superior tolerance. OR on the opposite: reader gets drunk and Crowley has to deal with us now maybe we get him flustered too >:)
(hey nonnie I finally finished it. I seriously debated waiting until my birthday so I could be like, "the US government says I can drink now!" But luckily for both of us, I got hit with the inspiration bug. I hope it's everything you dreamed edit; I just realized I combined your two ideas into one...oops I went flustered crowman route)
Drugged Up Reader Addition from 300 Followers event
A/N: It's in my pinned post, and I've mentioned this in a couple posts, but if this is the first of my stuff you've read, I view NRC as an actual college, so reader here is 18+. If it makes you more comfy, imagine it as grad school age.
CW: excessive drinking, black out from drinking

Fae were known to hold their liquor extraordinarily well. A bottle? Three? Bah! That didn't matter at all to the fae! Besides, he deserved to treat himself after putting up with shenanigans all day.
Four bottles……
Yeah, so Crowley was on his sixth bottle of a 300 year old wine of excellent vintage, when fate decided it was time for you to come to his office. Naturally, as the cool, collected, fabulous headmage he was, all he had to do was play it cool, and you'd never know.
"Greetings Prefect! What can I do ya for?" Yep. You'd never know.
Had he been more sober, he would have noticed that you were soaking wet and covered in dust and plaster bits. But since he didn't notice, he was able to not notice this fact, as you sat across from him with a frustrated huff.
"The shower in Ramshackle exploded," you scowled. "Any chance, in all your generosity, that there is some budget for a new one?"
"But of course!" He stood up, gesturing wildly. You couldn't hide your shock, which made him laugh, as he leaned over his desk to squish your face between his palms.
"My dearest, squishiest, prefect. Whatever you want, I shall give you!"
Suddenly, you gasped. "Are you drunk?"
He let go of your face and scoffed, illustrating the six empty bottles on his desk.
"Nonsense, my dear, the fae don't get drunk. As you can see, I have only consumed ten bottles…"
"There's only six here, though," you interrupted, becoming nervous for his health.
"Ah! You're right! I still have four more bottles to consume! You must join me Y/N!"
"I don't think I should…."
He kept over his desk with surprising dexterity, and gently slotted himself in your lap, nuzzling his cheek against yours like a cat.
"C'mon Y/N, I'd hate to drink alone. I'd be sooooo lonely without you…like before…" his eyes were suddenly elsewhere, and he froze in your lap.
Then he started tearing up, crying into your collar.
"Please don't leave me, Y/N!" He sobbed.
You began running your hands through his hair worriedly, trying to calm him down.
"Do you mean, like right this moment, or in general?" You asked, mildly amused with yourself.
"Yes," he whimpered. You had no idea how the giant crow man was able to make himself look so small in your lap, but it was making your heart melt.
"Okay, I won't leave then," you said, hoping that it would calm him a little.
He looked up at you, suddenly no longer crying, eyes full of total adoration.
"I love you Y/N. It's time you know that," he breathed, moving closer to your lips.
Then he blacked out.
….
Crowley opened his eyes, and immediately shut them again with a groan. The lights in his room were too bright, and his head hurt, and….wait. He didn't remember going to his room last night.
"Ah, sleeping beauty has finally awoken," that was your voice, but what were you doing in his room?
He opened his eyes, and slowly sat up. You were sitting in a chair next to his bed, holding a book and, great sevens, wearing his clothes.
"Why are you here?" He asked cautiously.
"You blacked out on me, and I had to drag you to your room. You're surprisingly heavy, you know. Are you hiding muscles under all those layers?"
He scoffed, ready to tell you about how someone of his station had to stay in good shape, until he fully processed what you had said.
"How generous of you to bring me to my room," he croaked. "But why," he swallowed thickly, "why are you wearing a set of my clothes?" Not that he'd complain. They looked good on you.
You raised a single eyebrow. "My shower exploded, remember? My clothes were all wet and dirty, and I didn't want to ruin your furniture, so I kind of just grabbed something from your closet." Your grin turned downright evil. "Wait, do you not remember anything from last night?"
You giggled. He loved that giggle, but right now he was filled with pure terror.
"I have an excellent memory, prefect," he scowled, trying to play it off. But it was clearly too late. You knew.
You stood up, and approached him. You squished his cheeks with your palms.
"So you remember this then?"
He loved your smile, but right now he wanted to wipe it off your face. You'd left him in his clothes, thank goodness, so you couldn't see his reddening cheeks under his mask. He'd never been more grateful for anything.
"Of course I remember," he said, composure disappearing fast.
"Then you remember this?" You crawled into his lap, and buried you face in his collar. He stiffened, afraid if he breathed you would disappear.
"Ye…yes."
"Okay," you grinned wickedly, "so you'll remember this then." You leaned into his ear and whispered, "I love you, Y/N."
He was going to have what humans called a heart attack. Had he really said that last night? He'd kept it buried for so long….
"If you remember that, you'll definitely remember this," you leaned in as though to kiss him, but pulled away and left his lap at the last second. He involuntarily let out a whine, making you giggle.
"And that's when you passed out."
He was on his feet in seconds pulling you tightly to him, directing your chin so you face him.
"Kiss me," he whispered breathlessly.
"That's not what happened," now that he was fighting back, you were starting to look flustered. Good. You deserved it.
"I'll give you whatever you want if you kiss me," he said, confidence steadily growing now that the ball was back in his court.
"Whatever I want? Hmmm…" you said thoughtfully, then leaned in to kiss him. He nibbled along your bottom lip, causing you to gasp, and allowing him to deepen the kiss. After several breathless moments, you pulled away from him entirely.
"Whatever I want," you muttered to yourself, and made to leave the room. As you pulled open the door, you called over your shoulder, "Fix my damned shower."
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The Test (Pilot) Chapter of the WRST Wonderland AU is out! :Summary: This story is set in a timeline where the Great Seven were never hailed as figures of legend and Night Raven College never existed. Royal Sword Academy, an academic institution unmatched in its prestige and might, proudly hosts a large number of skilled, noble and, most importantly, good-hearted and righteous people as their students. However, an unwarranted intrusion into Headmage Ambrose’s office threatens the peace in the campus’ grounds and Yuu, magic-less but ever-determined to prove themselves, took on the case. Little did they know they’re going to get more mysteries than they bargained for … Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45653641
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snb:vs vol.3 drama cd track03 translation
cast:
Azazel (Morita Masakazu)
Lucifer (Sakurai Takahiro)
warning: a bit of physical violence (nothing you haven’t seen in the anime)
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I’M NEVER GOING TO CARE WHAT YOU DO IN ROLEPLAY.
you can torture, you can include gore, cannibalism, rape, you can have murder in your threads, you can include toxic dynamics, friendships, relationships, incest, you can include disturbing sexual fetishes, you can ship your teenage muse with an adult, you can not ship it and have it be a crush instead, you can include mental health issues, you can include racism, sexism, making fun of disabilities, you can include social issues, you can take baby Judith, and throw her out of a window. you can portray Carl as a sociopath who really wants to kill his father? I’ll just be like… huh, i disagree, and move on.
I don’t care. I’m never going to care. It’s fictional.
shokcingly enough, fiction and roleplay are places where can explore issues that are disturbing, that are — difficult to comprehend, that make us uncomfortable. I have read books published and put on shelves that involve torture scenes and particular murders that I have found… so upsetting. I remember one, in COMPANY OF LIARS by Karen Maitland, where an apprentice boy was murdered, and… I was so upset I couldn’t even focus on my college work for days. I remember reading underage rape in… A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE. y’know, that book series that most of us believe is on of the best series of literally all time? and yeah… people even ship the couple involved.
i’m never gonna’ mind what you do in your roleplay, because i know that writing a fiction is not enforcing a moral. and to think so, and to start to order people around and berate them and gang up on them according to a real life moral, is utilizing a highground that no one actually disagrees with to make you feel happy about bullying.
even things that i find disturbing or disagree with? you can write them. you can explore them. it’s not gonna’ effect me. however, i know it can effect some people. of course content can be disturbing and, in those instances, you need to do whatever makes you comfortable. you need to avoid it, make sure it’s tagged properly. & content creators, as in, ourselves, should make sure we make that clear for people. because they have the rite to avoid things that upset them. they do not have the rite to silence things that upset them.
you don’t have to apologize for your blog or your content. ever.
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If there ever is a reveal of Crowley's eyes, I want them to either be the most evil looking detailed anime villain eyes you've ever fucking seen with eyeliner that has slaughtered millions or just have the bitch looking like 3w3 or .w. There's no excuse or in between
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I hope like the staff get cards too like 👌😩
Give me Sam or Crowley or Divus cards asap PLZ
Sam I can imagine being amazing looking card that’s everyone would want! Him acting all spooky and stuff while trying be the best sales man! 👏👏👏
Divus too be looking so god damn fabulous!! Like yes man! Work IT!
Crowley being all mysterious and stuff while his groovy he be goofy PFPFKFNNFNF
Vargas be trying to show off and it’s working bc he is the best man Also
Trein would be the old fashion grandpa card! He be looking awesome with his cat!
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Someone who's using qooapp can confirm me that it's still not possible to pre-register in the game??
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TWISTED WONDERLAND IS COMING TO ENGLISH VERSION IN JANUARY 20, 2022.
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‘relationships are work’ means ‘you have to put effort into loving each other intentionally & learning how to love each other and communicating properly’ not ‘your relationship makes you feel stressed and sad most of the time & the other person disrespects you and treats you bad but you stay anyway’
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why do so many animated hugs look like the coldest, most uncomfortable embraces ever?
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