#cosplay antics

[artisticxlly]

My babies 🫶

[bidokja]

posts about kim dokja kinnie antics are always funny as hell but they never really stick with me because i simply cannot picture anyone in orv knowing the word "kinnie" other than lee jihye and uriel.

[thearcticflame]

Finished my Fray cosplay and I'm super happy with how it turned out! Easily the most complicated cosplay I've made yet. Started working in April, so that's about 3-4 months of work off and on.

Really excited to debut him at Metrocon! If you're going, I'll be wearing it on Saturday for sure, maybe Sunday too. Come say hi!

[roxxywolf-multiversa]

Roxxywolf and Roxxyfox cosplaying and have a small fight.

Roxxyfox and Roxxywolf just cosplaying and Roxxywolf made a joke about Roxxyfox looking like Jubba hut from starears (idk if i spelled that correct) but Roxxyfox gets mad and dropped Roxxywolf to the floor and a another person is trying to get Roxxyfox to calm down while Roxxywolf falls down face first💀🤣. (Also ignore the outline and cursor i took a screen shot with that on)

[thetman69]

Hilarious animal antics

[apiptosis]

The Fentons might have settled in the middle of bumfuck nowhere but they did have quite the reputation from their crazy antics. It is well known that:

1. Atleast one of the partner pair is always built like a brick shit house.

2. They all have a time period where they pick up a ton of random skills and useless knowledge before settling down on their particular niche.

3. A person of Fenton descent will always fall for the most dangerous person around them.

4. A Fenton will always bounce back from anything. They can die but they cannot be killed by mortal means.

5. They have the bad habit of unconsciously putting themselves in harms way.

The traits mentioned wouldn't have been a problem if the heros found out about them however due to facts 2, 3, 4 and, 5 the Fentons were well known to the villains.

This leads to the situation Danny now found himself in after he tripped off of a rooftop and got hit by a car into a warehouse building.

Picking himself up from the rubble with groan and a crack of his back Danny took stock of his situation. The closest was a pretty lady that vaguely looked familiar along with a few goons and a dude in a bat furry costume with a bunch of people. The youngest was cosplaying a traffic light. A girl with a purple cloak. A girl in black was dressed similarly enough to the bat furry. Etc.

It looked like he interrupted some kind of fight and now they all just stood there uncertain of what to do.

The lady suddenly grabbed him by the collar and yanked his head down to her level as she examined him. "Oh fuck me sideways your a Fenton... If your here then..." She quickly let go of him.

It took Danny half a second before he could place her. "Oh yeah! You are that lady uncle Robby was pinning after, Shiv something."

The cosplayers all looked uncertain and he could feel the concern radiating from them.

"I am Lady Shiva and yes Robert certainly is something. First time I found a man I couldn't kill." The lady, Shiva, a fond look on her face.

"You got any allergies? Mom and dad's 30th anniversary is coming up this November. Just about the whole family is coming." Danny said giving her a piece of paper with the date and location.

"is Alicia going to be there?" Lady Shiva said as she gripped her blades tighter, a predatory smile on her face.

"I did say the *whole* family. Even Gruncle Ra is coming." Danny explained with a shrug.

"Yes!" Shiva exclaimed. "Between you and me I still don't know how Cheetah manages to pull your aunt."

"I try to forget. I just remember that they are banned from 40 countries." Danny said as he shuddered. After a quick glance at his watch he bolted for the hole in the wall. "Oh shit I have to go pick up my sister from Arkham!"

As he ran he distantly heard Lady Shiva yell "I'll be there and call me aunt Shiva!"

[supreme-leader-stoat]

You're fresh out of college and looking for a job. Everyone is hiring. Nobody who's "hiring" is actually hiring. You finally get a call back from somewhere you barely remember applying to (though the voice on the other end sounds synthesized). You pull up the job listing again real quick. The company name and the fact that the listing is for "Minion" are kind of concerning, but you know what, you've interviewed with enough evil corporations by now, you can handle one wearing its true colors on its sleeve. At this point it's a matter of making rent or moving back in with your parents, and as much as you love your family, you can't imagine spending another summer dealing with your brothers' antics. You agree to the interview.

The man who greets you is an enthusiastic older German(?) man who's either way too into cosplay or just that committed to the bit, judging by the lab coat. He made cookies. The tray of cookies is proffered to you by a ten-foot-tall robotic caricature of a 50s businessman. You take a deep breath to calm yourself. You bite into one of the cookies. It's delicious.

You ask the boss about his business model. "Oh you know, a little of this, a little of that, I bounce from project to project a lot." He mentions that his end goal is becoming the undisputed ruler of the surrounding counties. "Really? Not the whole world?" you ask. "I like to set realistic goals," he replies.

As he gives you the tour of his "evil lair," ingrained instincts are screaming at you to report this guy to some kind of authority figure. You remember the salary. You decide that you can always bust him after getting your first paycheck.

The boss asks when you can start. Caught off guard, you say "tomorrow?". Your boss(?) says he'll see you then.

On the way out, you bump into your stepbrother's girlfriend. Your boss introduces her as his daughter. You both silently agree to sidestep the subject for now and act like this is your first time meeting.

You show up to your first day of work. Your boss is putting the finishing touches on a giant machine that was definitely not there yesterday. You are nonplussed. You ask him what it's for and he launches into a convoluted explanation involving his parents always forcing him to put his shirts on backwards so the tag was in front. You think he should probably talk to a therapist.

Your brothers' exotic pet breaks down the wall. You stare at him. He stares at you. Incredulously, you say his name. "Oh, good, you two already know each other!" your boss says. You mention that you used to live with him. "What? Perry the Platypus, you never mentioned having a roommate."

This is what I like to imagine Candace Flynn's life is like, post P&F.

[crayonssz]

ORDERING MY DAZAI COSPLAY LETS GOOO

[idekkkjja]

Ok hiii i have a request!! So my mind has been plagued with loser!audiz thoughts since smtown. I dont know how open you are to poly stuff but imagine them being annoying and possessive about the 5th member and its causing a little bit of tension in the group so they just decide its better to share and not fight🤠

Stress reliever ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

As the world tour gracefully approached its bittersweet conclusion, a wave of overwhelming nostalgia washed over you, prompting tears to well up in your eyes and clouding the jubilant celebrations that surrounded you. Your beloved dancers mingled joyfully with the other members, each moment imbued with a sense of preciousness. Unbeknownst to you, two possessive hands sprawled across your back, each vying for dominance in the shared space.

Afterward, the group decided to take vacations seperately to wind down.

Separately, you say? Too bad the word didn’t exist in Karina’s and Giselle’s vocabularies. Instead of leaving you in the warmth of Hawaii’s embrace, they decided to tag along.

Heads-up: light ish cursing, Karina and Giselle argued like once or twice, they possessive as hell, no smut at the end GUYS IM SORRY I COULDNT BE WSKEDD, did they make out w u and were abt to ?? Yh.

ೃ࿔*:･ It all started at the concerts itself, the clingy moments captured on cameras numerous times and some went viral at how unprovoked one of the two could be.

For example, Karina, her hands just can’t be kept to herself! Squeezing mercilessly either at your breasts daringly or enveloping naturally around your waist, suffocating you by her side.

Or Giselle, she is rather subtle and discreet in her words, though she was caught by hidden camera behind stage manhandling you—cosplaying it as ‘teasing’—to the point you tripped to the floor, adorably frustrated by her silly antics.

Maybe on days when she is bold, she absolutely hard launches and posts the cute lunch dates you took together, all the slideshow being cute selcas of your head resting against her neck or the aesthetic items you two selected from an antique store.

Unlike Karina, who gatekeeps every waking moment the two of you spend off-camera, yes it could be a little annoying because you do want the fans to know more about your bond with her but she insisted on keeping it less… noticeable.

Plus, sometimes your dates have been exposed by bypassers who happened to be fans or saesangs. So no point.

Back to the point, the two are very clingy in their ways, to an extent they breathe down your neck.

You loved them a lot that words cannot grasp the knowledge of your heart for them and the rest of Aespa, but you did want to get away from them for a short space of time.

To think, to relax alone.

Much to your many futile protests, you found yourself squished against them in the middle seat of the row on a plane heading to Hawaii with the rest of the group.

Maybe you shouldn’t have suggested anything about a holiday or the implication of you being separated from them in a country far, far away across the globe. Which was an immediate no as their response.

Ningning and Winter at the back of the plane.

And you, between Karina and Giselle.

The latter nestled in the window seat, was completely absorbed in the view outside. With her camera in hand, she zoomed in on the sprawling mass of billowing clouds that drifted by, their fluffy edges illuminated by the warm hues of the setting sun. Meanwhile, Karina sat nearby, lost in a deep, tranquil sleep, her face softened with the gentle rhythm of her breathing, completely unaware.

You groaned quietly, pressing your forehead against the front seat, praying at least the flight would be over and the hotel Giselle booked without your permission would have separate rooms, and a cozy bed to accompany you throughout this agony.

Later, the plane landed smoothly, and you stood up; uncomfortably your thighs brushing against the girls’, though you had not much space to stand up fully and your hands instinctively gripped their thighs for balance.

Embarrassingly so, they noticed. “A bit close, aren’t you, y/n?” Karina blurted out, her voice husked with sleepiness lurking within her, her hand gently pried your right hand off Giselle’s and onto her thigh instead, so both of your hands were on her.

Giselle narrowed her eyes simply, eyeing the pair of you in barely concealed annoyance.

“Seriously, she looks more uncomfortable now, Karina.” Emphasizing her name to express it subtly so others wouldn’t notice the damping demeanor, she clenched her fists when the leader blissfully ignored her comment focusing on enjoying the fleeting moment.

Well, it was a little awkward for you because you spotted the warning stare of Giselle’s that she used in public whenever any of the members or her friends did something she assumed attracted unwanted attention or embarrassment on their or her end.

“Move, Karina. The girl can’t do parkour and jump over your fucking legs.” Gruffly, Karina got out of her seat and teasingly loomed over you by stretching her tall figure to carry the luggage on top.

With an exaggerated, groan that only you could hear, she got them in her hands and strode off, making you follow like a lost puppy within the crowds since she had your things too, leaving Giselle unintentionally behind because the other duo left the other way.

Which the latter did not appreciate at all, being made a fool in front of people and she was fuming in silence.

You knew Karina did that on purpose at this point.

Huddled against the enthusiastic leader’s side, you sat on the chair, the arm holder was no barrier for the two of you as she kept you close no matter what.

As Ningning approached, worry etched on her face, outlining the almost furrow of her eyebrows crinkling together. “What’s up with Giselle? She seems quite upset.”

Karina shrugged it off lazily, “homesickness.”

“It hasn’t even been an hour yet—“ Ningning tried to protest but got cut off by an excited squeal coming from Winter as she made a dramatic entrance to the airport, buzzing with unadulterated joy.

“I can’t wait to explore this beautiful island!” Unusual for the typically reserved introvert, rather the type to sneak out and take long night strolls with the freedom appealed in foreign countries far away from South Korea.

One of the cons of being a Kpop idol.

“Our taxi’s here, come along.” Simultaneously standing along with Karina, who counted each member and their items to make sure nobody and nothing important would be missing; there was a void in the group that couldn’t be dismissed easily.

Giselle wasn’t here.

“Giselle…” the leader gritted her teeth in growing irritation and anxiety at where that woman could end up—no, she isn’t a child—though being lost in a completely different country significantly increases the danger of anything suspicious and weird occurring.

And she did not want that to happen on a vacation where she’s supposed to spent time with her members (especially you) and chill.

Long, tense minutes passed on in expectant silence, and she declared abruptly, "that's it, I'm calling the police." That moment, out of impulsive anxiety, she was about to phone the local police station nearby, Giselle appeared with a blank expression; all nonchalant as if she wasn't the reason for the upcoming chaos about to erupt in the group.

Now, the fury was passed onto Karina.

"Giselle, where the fuck were you?! You had all of us worrying, and for what? Getting attention or something?" She yelled at the woman, too unbothered now for public appearances and straight-up was about to curse her out. And Giselle, simply, did not seem to care, which provoked her further.

Winter interfered warily, stepping in between them, "let's calm down for a moment here... at least nothing bad happened, right?" Ningning nodded stiffly, a little startled by their leader's sudden outburst.

Managing to restrain her growing fury, her shoulders rolled back and she sighed in frustration. Disapproval lingered in her narrowed eyes. “Let’s go to our hotel, I need to cool off.” You didn’t want to tag along with Karina, but that warning look in her eyes told you otherwise; to shut your mouth and stay quiet, to comply with her needs.

Being roughly pulled along, she didn’t care if you stumbled and nearly tripped over, your pleading eyes cast behind your shoulder over to Giselle to check if she truly was okay as she wanted to seem.

Her expression was unreadable, that’s all you saw before you nervously looked ahead.

When arriving at your hotel rooms, the tension was still there, thick and obvious as much as Ningning and Winter desperately tried to dissipate it.

The two were in their hotel room, and you unfortunately out of supposed ‘coincidence’ shared a room with those two bulls.

One bed, too. What a coincidence considering Karina or Giselle was busy booking the hotel rooms for you.

Exhausted to the bones, and frustrated as well, you plopped on the bed anyway, relaxing against the (not so) comfortable headboard as the two women entered in feigned shock at seeing there was one bed for the three of them; including you.

“I’m sleeping on the couch,” you declared flatly, not wanting any heated debates to tire you out further.

Giselle was the first to protest against it surprisingly, “hell no. Karina can sleep on the couch instead.”

The latter did not like the idea at all, smoke could be seen coming out of her ears at this point. Her day was getting worse than she thought, on vacation as well.

“Don’t fuck with me right now, Giselle. It’s you sleeping on the couch tonight, for worrying me and the rest of the group!” Karina bellowed, your ears ached at how loud she was today, not expecting the other woman to equally raise the volume of her voice to match hers too.

Oh, but she did. “You? Worry about me?” Giselle exclaimed, laughing in bitter disbelief. “That’s funny, ‘cause I know you fucking were happy off your panties that you could get Y/n all to yourself!” And why were you getting dragged into this whole dreadful ordeal?

Maybe because you were the reason of it.

“Oh fuck you, I’m not like that—”

Giselle cut her off sharply with a remark that for sure would make the woman explode in flames of burning rage. “And Y/n didn’t want to even be with your pushy ass anyway, I know that she likes more than you. Everybody knows, even our fans.”

This was getting too far, slowly you got up and slipped in the middle of the two women in barely restrained fury, hanging onto the basic serenity they had left.

“Okay, okay, you two!” You exclaimed to draw their attention to you, not wanting this to turn into a physical altercation.

“What’s going on?” From this situation dragging on for weeks now, you had to get the blunt, hard truth out of it.

Tauntingly cackling, Giselle merely scoffed under her breath, her amusement disappearing when she saw that you weren’t joking.

“Someone can’t accept that you’re mine—”

Now it was Karina’s turn to interrupt, “fuck no. Y/n’s mine,” she hissed through clenched teeth.

“Who said I’m any of yours?” Bewildered was an understatement, your eyes widened and eyed the two warily.

“Me.”

“Me.”

Both agitated women yelled in unison, you didn’t know what to do. At this time, you wanted the floor to swallow you whole.

Next thing you knew, you were shoved down on the bed by Giselle, her form towering over you as she leaned down, and Karina intently tugging on your arm to avert your attention from her.

“Bitch… move! She’s mine,” out of pure frustration, she was about to tackle the Japanese woman before the latter said something that made her pause.

“How about we share? Equally?” Giselle suggested, her eyebrows raising teasingly, the leader slowly looked at her then you.

With a reluctant stiff nod, she muttered a few gruff curses under her breath and yanked you up straight like you were some doll sustained for their needs only. Sitting on the bed, she practically threw you on her lap, and automatically her arms squeezed your waist gently.

Giselle leaned forward, her breath ghosting your lips, she slowly started kissing you; having you feel her emotions through the process with her tongue sliding up against yours in a heated embrace.

Feeling hot kisses against your jaw and neck, sharp nips at the bare skin making you jolt and whine against the other woman’s lips who eagerly swallow your muffled protests, Karina’s hands trail up to massage your breasts firmly through the thin shirt you were wearing.

Then one of her hands sneaked down to the waistband of your sweatpants, sliding her fingers to brush against your slick inner thighs, and Giselle noticed after pulling away and harshly gripping your hand fist-full, yanking it backward to reveal your neck that’s about to be covered with many, many of their hickeys almost impossible to cover in the near future.

Abruptly, a firm knock caught all of you out of the lustful haze. Indicating it was your manager, Karina panted hard and whispered breathlessly in your ear.

“You're ours now, got it?” Before pulling you off Giselle hurriedly attended to the door.

You knew after the annoying interruption, that the night and the following days would be tiring despite being a relaxing vacation.

[sir-adamus]

so an amusing (and kind of amazing) bit of accidental marketing has been happening today

so the RWBYScreencaps account on twitter made a post about the mascot character Chiitan (who is one of the most popular mascots in Japan, despite being unofficial - has 1.8 million followers on twitter, is known for very strange, chaotic and violent antics and has a habit of just replying to everything on twitter, often to self-promote, sometimes with images and videos, often not remotely responding to the original tweet), saying that if Chiitan has a video that's somehow RWBY related, they would draw a crossover image of RWBY and Chiitan

Chiitan responded stating they love RWBY and watched the whole show on prime - not an inch of self-promotion on that tweet, which was odd, but otherwise it was just like, okay, yeah, cute. i don't necessarily believe that they actually watched the show, but that's a fun acknowledgement

Chiitan then proceeded to spend the next several hours tweeting about RWBY (including to the official show twitter in response to the Viz announcement), showing progress on their Ruby cosplay with a goofy prop scythe and then proceeding to post a video that is a 'shot for shot' remake of part of the Red trailer (in between posting their usual replies to things, often just adding "i love RWBY" in there at random)

so just like, taking that original tweet as a challenge and proceeding to promote the show to their 1.8 million followers

[thearcticflame]

So I participated in ArtFight this year! Only had time to do mostly headshots, but I like how they turned out! (Links go to the characters' pages on AF)

Astral for _Honeydew_ / Jacob for Luna_uwu

Viral for R0tten_Eyes0re / Stuart for t_ired

Tyltyana for Timyxaora / Gwen for VintageLizard

Elisee for @aetherkey

[cherryblossompink303]

Patience: ~Jungle Pool SOS!~

➼ pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader ➼ summary: when kyoya offers up his families yet to open resort no one could have guessed what would actually happen. ➼ what to expect: “I have a duty of care for you" ➼ warnings: none ➼ Part six | Part eight

Now considering this was technically considered a club activity you have to admit this was the most relaxed you had been in a while. The sun beaming down on you while you sun bathe, even the usual drama of host club antics get lost in the serenity of an empty resort.

"I must admit Kyoya, when I joked a few years ago that the ootori group should create a holiday resort and label it as a form of therapy I didn't think you took it seriously" you muse, eyes closed as you bring in the sun rays.

Kyoya shrugs but quickly remembers that you can't actually see him "Believe it or not I don't completely disregard your ideas, expecially when they truly have merit, my father seemed to agree"

You hum knowingly at what he actually meant by that statement "I'm assuming that he doesn't know that it was my idea then" You tease, not really being that mad about the stolen idea, it wasn't like Kyoya was getting any direct monetary profit from the resort. "I did try crediting you but he had a hard time believing a fifteen year old girl came up with it by herself"

You weren't exactly surprised, you had met Kyoya's father after all, you knew what it was like by now. Luckily you were too relaxed to care at that moment.

There was a moment of silence, peace between the two of you. It was actually something you enjoyed when spending time with Kyoya, the two of you never forced conversation for the sake of it, which on it's own sounds sad but it makes any words that the two of you do exchange all the more important.

"If...you have any more ideas like that...tell me about them...I can at least appreciate a good idea when it comes from you" you laughed under your breath, "Well of course" lifting your sunglasses to rest against your head, sitting up to face him properly "You have taste"

"Why thank you my dear" he joked, taking a sip of his drink, watching chaoes unfold as Tamaki and the Twins argue over what Haruhi should wear. Typical.

“Haru-chan! Let’s play! You wanna go swimming in the current pool with me?” Honey tugs on Haruhi’s arm with a pink float decorated with bunnies clinging to his waist.

“Nah. I’m not gonna swim today. Hold on. You know how to swim; you still need that float?”

Honey shakes his head, “Mm-mm. Just looks cuter this way, you know?” Honey spins on his heel to go prancing in the other direction toward the current pool.

“Mm, he’s right. Those bunnies are pretty cute.”

“He’s so innocent.” The twins materialize on either side of your chair despite the umbrella above them.

You sigh, leaning back in your sun lounger basking in the controlled chaos you are used to.

“No way! You’ve got it all wrong!”

You start, awakened by a powerful rumbling in the ground and echoing voice.

“Is that Renge?” Haruhi turns her head to the offending sound.

A cabana splits in half, and the trees part to make way for her infamous contraption, the rumbling sound now accompanied by her shrill laugh.

“How does she do that? It’s like the rig follows us.” Haruhi sweats.

you groan, pinching the bridge of your nose "One day, all i want is one day"

“That outfit’s pretty impressive,” Hikaru observes Renge’s two-piece bikini and a tattoo winding up her ribcage.

“What’s with the tattoo on your stomach?” Kaoru inquires.

“Oh, that? You don’t recognize it? I’m cosplaying.”

“Yeah, as who?”

“La-La~”

“LaLa? Like the manga magazine?” Kaoru grumbles.

“Her petite and slender frame, her blue eyes that light up young men’s faces, her singing voice! I am Quon Kisaragi!” Renge extolls.

“I wouldn’t have guessed.” Haruhi sneers.

“I had no idea who you were supposed to be.” Tamaki shrugs.

Once again, the twins and Tamaki are huddled in a circle as Renge poses for Haruhi, who watches, miffed.

“Hey, Boss, are you sure it’s okay for Renge to be dressed-”

“-like that?” They point to the girl in question.

“Well, yeah. That’s okay.” Tamaki shrugs indifferently.

“And why is that?”

“Because it’s cosplay? I guess.”

“Listen up, boys! You obviously need help understanding Haninozuka’s hidden motives. Look!” Renge notes, pointing over to Honey and Mori.

“Takashi!” Honey calls, landing in the current pool and letting the current sweep him gently away as Mori watches fondly.

“What are you talking about?” Tamaki implores.

“Think about what he said to you earlier.”

“Just looks cuter this way, you know?”

“He’s not being as sweet and innocent as you think.”

From the chair next to you, Kyoya shoves his glasses up his nose, “I agree. Try putting the word 'I’ at the beginning of that sentence.”

“I just look cuter this way, you know?”

“I look cute!”

“He planned that?!”

“That’s Haninozuka for you. In the last part, he felt threatened by another loli-boy type, so he’s taken steps to keep his rank. I should give him more credit. He’s a lot smarter than I thought.” Renge descends into the ground and disappears.

“Hey! Look at this, everybody!” Honey draws everyone’s attention to him and Mori.

Mori swims diligently against the current with Honey on his back.

“Check it out! Look! Even though we’re swimming really fast, we never go any farther than we are now!” He waves excitedly.

“So, what’s up with him?” Tamaki groans.

“Could he really be that smart?” Haruhi interjects.

Hikaru cocks his super-soaker water gun; the squeaking draws Tamaki’s attention to them before he’s blasted in the face with a stream of water.

“I got ya!” Hikaru winks handsomely, resting his weapon of choice on his shoulder.

“C'mon, Boss, let’s go! Let’s have a water gun fight.”

“It’ll be me and Kaoru against you. If you get it in the face, you lose. What do you say?” Hikaru implores, hand on his hip.

“Forget it.” Tamaki dries his face, “Why would I want to subject myself to a childish game like that?”

An idea forms in each of the twins’ minds.

All of a sudden, you’re grabbed by your wrist and pulled from your nap with an exclamation of surprise.

“y/n, I think it’s time that we got married! Then we’ll honeymoon in Atami!”

You quickly break from their hold, sitting back down on the lounger really not wanting to get involved. "Considering if y/n was going to marry anyone it would be me you clearly haven't thought through your plan very well" Kyoya spoke up, glaring at the twins before nodding towards haruhi.

The twins quickly pick up what he's putting down "Good point Kyoya, we were thinking about this all wrong, Haruhi clearly is the better option SHE should marry us"

"gee thanks" you mutter but its clear that it did the job of pissing off Tamaki, breaking out a waterfight between the three of them.

“I’ll get you guys! Sideways-leaping shot!” Tamaki launches himself sideways, but the twins shield themselves with two comically large tiki masks.

“That’s cheating!” When Tamaki lands, his foot catches on the previously discarded banana peel, and he tumbles noisily into a totem pole, head first.

You wince and suck in a breath through clenched teeth, “Oh- that didn’t sound good.”

One by one, the animals on the totem pole’s eyes glow an intimidating red until the final animal at the top is shining.

You remove your sunglasses from your eyes and place them on your head, “That… doesn’t sound good either.”

As if he senses something is amiss, Mori drops his glass at your feet, attention diverting to Honey in the current pool, still carelessly kicking his feet.

Something underneath the water rumbles, and a wave develops until it’s practically a tsunami. With wide eyes, Honey watches as it heads straight towards him.

“Wah~!” It crashes over him, and his bunny float is sent soaring into the air- but without him inside as he’s flushed in the wave.

“Honey-Senpai!” You lurch from your chair, and your sunglasses fall discarded to the ground.

“Mitsukuni!”

Both you and Mori hurry to see if you have enough time to save him, but Mori slips on the same banana peel and falls harshly to the unforgiving concrete.

“Mori-Senpai,” You call in concern.

Tamaki jabs a heroic finger in the air, “Gentlemen, we’re going after Honey-Senpai! That pool looks like the quickest way!” he announces, referring to the pool Honey was treading water in before he was washed away.

“Charge!” Haruhi, Mori, and the twins follow Tamaki’s lead as they sprint haphazardly in a random direction.

As you see that Kyoya’s stayed put, you decide that it might be best to stay put as well. His family did build this resort, after all.

“Wait! I wouldn’t go-”

It’s already too late; the club has come across the alligators in that direction. “There are alligators in there!” They flee as quickly as they can.

Tamaki jabs another heroic finger in the air, “Okay. So we can’t use that pool, then let’s try this way next!”

But where Tamaki has pointed, several more alligators appear, snapping their jaws in a warning.

“They’re here too!”

“And here!”

With his more petite, brown leather portable notebook, Kyoya’s glasses glint off the sun as he explains your current situation.

“Those alligators belong to the park’s tropical animals exhibit. I guess it is kind of dangerous to let them run wild.”

“And yet i'm supposedly the one with bad ideas?” You huff in frustration, peering at Kyoya from your crouched position on your nap chair.

“Though, the cause of our present situation seems to be the location of the switch for the current pool. I’ll have to have a little chat with our designers.” He snaps the notebook shut.

“Thanks a lot, you guys. I got some great data today.”

“You what?!” The club exclaims.

“Ok I'll admit that is a little smart" You shrug.

“This is a map of the Tropical Aqua Garden. This is our current location. We need to get here- I have a feeling that’s where Honey-Senpai probably ended up. It might be tough, because to get there, we’ll have to make it this jungle area in the southern block.”

Kyoya drags his pen along the map to indicate your path, “Distance-wise, we’re talking about 800 meters.”

“It looks like there’s a lot of undeveloped areas. And idea what might be lurking in those parts of the jungle?” Haruhi cautiously inquires.

“Since they’re still being developed, I’m afraid I don’t know.”

“Yeah, someone’s going to have to carry me.” You lift your arms high and glance around for any takers.

None. Yet. You’re going to have to work on your skills.

“Whatever’s out there could be even more dangerous-”

“-than alligators.”

“Alright. Now, this is a mission of survival! I know we can make it through the treacherous jungle in one piece… It is our sworn duty to save Honey-Senpai!”

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In the dense plant life and humidity of the inner workings of the jungle, the sunlight is much more filtered than it was out in the open.

“Wow, this place is just like a real jungle, huh?”

If you couldn’t see the glass dome and someone had dropped you off in the middle of this theme park with no knowledge as to how you got there, you might have believed you were in the jungle.

“Yeah, and I keep hearing all of these really strange animal calls,” Haruhi grumbles.

“You don’t think that all of those animal sounds-”

“-could belong to the real thing, do you?”

Kyoya shrugs, “To be honest, I’m not sure, but I do know that my family always strives for authenticity whatever the cost.”

"There surely must be some kind of ethical issue if that is the case, wouldn't be a good healing facility if there is a serious alligator injury" you pointed out, suprised that Kyoya's family would put actually dangerous animals in an enclosed area.

Kyoya hummed "I suppose so but it also wouldn't surprise me if that was on purpose to drive more business to our hospitals" he muttered only loud enough for you to hear really. It didn't surprise you either really but you dreaded to think if that was actually the case.

As if on cue, Mori slips and falls behind the group. At the loud grunt and crash, you all turn to him. He lays unmoving with a banana peel on his face.

“Mori-Senpai is-”

“-acting as clumsy as you do, Boss.” Hikaru and Kaoru worry.

“Shut up!” Tamaki snarls as Mori sits up from his position on the ground.

Your accusations are correct- Mori is more worried than you can imagine.

The sunlight diminishes greatly, and you look overhead to see the beginnings of rainfall.

“Uh-oh, it’s about time for the squall,” Kyoya notes as he checks his wristwatch.

“Huh?”

The first few drops fall, then it turns into a downpour. You and the club take refuge in a nearby pavilion with a straw roof.

“Hey, Mori-Senpai. You seem to be really close with Honey-Senpai. Are the two of you like childhood friends?” Haruhi inquires from her seat in the pavilion beside the twins as Mori leans on the edge, watching the raindrops fall.

"You don't know?" hikaru asked "They're cousins" Kaoru added. You lean back against the wall of the shelter you are all in, sighing as you look out into the rain.

"Now this is the kind of rain that I remember" you mutter to yourself, the rain reminding you of europe. Kyoya also leans against the wall next to you "Hello? It's me. Well, we've had an incident that's caused some trouble"

you look up to see Kyoya on the phone, most likely to either his father or someone high up in his private police force. "No she's fine. yes she's unharmed" You raised an eyebrow, obvious that he was talking about you although you were confused on why whoever he was talking to was asking about you.

In the mean time Mori and Haruhi seem to wander off "Yes, at once, please" he finally put down the phone. "My family's private police force is going to send in a search and rescue team to help us, they're better equipped to find Honey-senpai than we are. so let's just go back to the gate and wait there"

The others weren't listening except for you, too busy arguing over Haruhi. "Hey, where are Mori and Haruhi?" he questioned as all of you left the shelter to head for the gate, but he shrugged it off, figuring they would show up at some point with a search and rescue team around.

The other boys rush ahead, still arguing "when you were on the phone before, you were talking about me? weren't you?" You ask kyoya, looking up at him as he looks ahead. "I was, why do you ask?"

You dead pan at him, head tilting at the side "You know why"

Kyoya sighs "you know I have a duty of care for you, as does my father, if I call up our police force when it is known that I am with you it is protocol to ask about your safety" he explains.

He pauses, stopping in his tracks "You know, I'm don't believe I mentioned to them that there are other visitors here. Huh. Oh well" He shrugs carrying on, hovering a hand over your back to urge you forward.

however instead of finding the gate you instead find a series of police officers on the floor with honey, Mori and Haruhi standing before them. We break out into a run at the sight of them "Haruhi!" Tamaki cries.

"Are you alright?" he adds, the five of you out of breath as you come to a halt "Hey its Tama-chan!" Honey says as if he hadn't just knocked out a dozen guards.

"You okay, senpai?" Hikaru asks. "Haruhi!!!" Tamaki leaps for her "I was so worried" the twins bend down to check on the guards "I'm not sure what happened here, but at least they're alive"

"It's pretty amazing that this is Honey sepai's work"

"He must have been really holding back" they continue to poke at the guards

"Huh?"

“What do you mean he was holding back?” Haruhi queries with innocent eyes, although Tamaki is in serious pain.

“So then-”

“-you don’t know about Senpai?” The twins seem bewildered by her lack of knowledge.

“The Haninozukas are famous for their martial arts. Not only have they helped train the police and SDF forces, but they’ve also worked with several overseas military forces.” Hikaru elaborates as they abandon their fascination with the grounded soldiers.

“Honey-Senpai, in particular, has been called the dreadnaught of the Haninozuka family. By the time he was in middle school, he’d become the national champion in both karate and judo.”

Honey turns when he feels he’s called, then giggles with closed eyes.

That’s the karate and judo champion for you.

“Mori-Senpai’s no slouch either. He won the national championship in kendo when he was just in middle school.”

Haruhi looks to her savior, and he turns when his name is mentioned.

“So how were you able to find us, Honey-Senpai?” the twins inquire as Honey has returned to his natural aura.

“It wasn’t hard. It didn’t take me long to reach the end of the current pool, so I decided to look for you guys.”

“We humbly apologize!” A different, more foreign voice pipes in, and the attention of the club directs to the soldiers, now reoriented from their initial shock and kneeling to the ground in a show of respect.

“I am a second-generation student of the Ishizuka Dojo!”

“I’m a student of the Todoroki Dojo!”

“And I’m from the Otakeh Dojo! We are in your debt!”

Honey’s eyes and posture display innocence and confusion, “Why? Is something wrong?” His voice can easily be mistaken for an eight-year-old boy’s.

“Yes, sir! We’re so sorry, sir! We were unaware that we were searching for Mitsukuni Haninozuka! We’ve committed a terrible offense here! I apologize for this confrontation. But my dojo will be so excited to hear that I’ve come face to face with the great Haninozuka! I cherish this moment!”

You snort, scooting closer to Kyoya, “I bet if he offered them an autograph, they’d pass out.” You snicker. You almost draw a smile from him, but rather he gives you a condescending look.

“What? I bet I’m not wrong.” You pout.

Honey takes Mori by the wrist and gently brings him down to his level, patting him gingerly on the forehead, “Takashi~ you did an amazing job of protecting Haru-chan.”

This patronizing show of affection elicits a smile from Kyoya as he adjusts his glasses.

“I bet you were pretty lonely without me around, huh?”

Mori’s eyes dart to the right where Haruhi is stood, “I don’t know if I’d say that.”

Honey smiles with a fond giggle.

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With the sun setting, the clear, blue water now fades to an orange, coral color as it washes upon the shore. It has taken the rest of the day to walk back to where you’d begun this journey.

Despite his earlier resentment, you now ride on Kyoya’s back, limp arms slung around his neck and your cheek pressed to his back, eyes contently shut.

Back to your much deserved nap.

“You know, maybe we should go to the beach next.” The twins stride ahead with arms casually thrown behind their heads.

“Yeah, the beach would be nice.” Kaoru agrees.

Kyoya glances over his shoulder at your relaxed features and smiles fondly. He’ll have to keep you away from the water.

“You idiots, Haruhi’s not interested in anything like that.” Tamaki scoffs confidently.

Haruhi smiles gently, “Actually, I might like to go to the beach.” It stuns the club, each one stopping in their tracks to look at her.

“I may not be into this silly water park but I like the ocean. It would be nice to go the beach, and it’s so pretty.”

Completely recovered and acting like he hasn’t just opposed it, Tamaki glitters, “Yeah! Alright. Then that’s where we’ll go next time.”

“We’re all gonna go to the beach, Tama-chan?” Honey quips, perched on Mori’s shoulders.

He hums gently, “That’ll be fun, don’t you think?” His inquiry is directed to Mori below him.

Mori simpers fondly, “Yeah,” It’s not hard to pick up the genuine agreement in his tone.

Next time on patience 'The Sun, the sea, and the host club!'

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What’s Really Magic About Aziraphale

Aziraphale: terrible magician, cringey speaker of bad French, laughable dancer of antiquated steps. Even defenders of the angel say “What a dork!” and giggle over his clueless antics.

I don’t, and have never, seen them in that light, and I’d like to talk about why.

First off—maybe most importantly—I don’t laugh at good-hearted people who are dorks. I try to see their challenges and celebrate their achievements on their own merits. I strongly dislike people who cut others down because they don’t measure up to an arbitrary standard.

Angels, presumably, and demons as well, are functionaries. They sprang fully-formed into existence equipped to perform the duties that were required of them (this may or may not jibe with the GO universe, but it seems likely to). Both Crowley and Aziraphale challenge their boundaries, and both should be appreciated for doing so.

We forget the main characters in GO aren’t human, because the actors are humans cosplaying supernatural beings cosplaying humans. We see them as human in the show when they’re actually not physically embodied, and because all fictional beings are, at base, cosplaying humans by metaphorically representing our humanity.

But they’re not human, and I like it like that.

Aziraphale loves humans. His first great act of rebellion is to give away his flaming sword with the intent to protect them. We don’t know a lot about what his directives actually were, but in both books and show he’s protective of them. He loves cosplaying humans, with his portly, comfortable shape, his reading glasses, his love of creature comforts.

I think Aziraphale is fascinated by human cleverness, and wants to understand it.

Aziraphale can speak all languages, but chose to learn French “the hard way.” (In truth, this is very likely to explain why his French was “rusty” in the prison scene in S1, but it becomes an important plot point in itself.)

How does a being who was created to speak all languages learn a language “the hard way”? You can’t learn a language badly when you already instinctively speak it perfectly; can can only pretend to speak it poorly.

To actually undertake this feat, he would first have to forget the language—presumably with a self-applied miracle. This is an important point in itself because it suggests that the supernatural beings in GO can choose to forget at will. But specifically it means Aziraphale cared enough about something to go to extraordinary lengths to explore it.

Crowley is baffled by the angel’s linguistic struggle, as he fairly frequently is about Aziraphale’s special interests. As Crowley says, Aziraphale is unpredictable; and it’s one of the things Crowley adores about him, no matter how cringey or frustrating the demon finds it from time to time.

I expect if you intrinsically speak a language, it may be exceedingly difficult to relearn it. Adult humans may struggle to learn a new language, and we’ve needed to do so many times over the course of human existence. We’re born with the ability to learn languages, and learn new ones if necessary.

Aziraphale was made with the ability to speak all languages; he isn’t naturally equipped to learn them word by word as humans have to. It’s outside of his skill set. Of course he isn’t very good at it, but he had the persistence to make the attempt, and is justifiably proud of his progress, no matter how we feel about it. Aziraphale is the only angel (or demon) we know of to have taken this radical step.

It’s been pointed out that French is known as the language of love, and that it’s beyond relevant that Aziraphale learned it from a Monsieur Rossignol. We might say that metaphorically he’s the only angel who has forgotten what Heaven has taught him about love (if anything), and relearned it, haltingly, the way a human learns it—by heart, the hard way. I hope he speaks it fluently some day.

The Gavotte. Ok, it’s cute and funny that Aziraphale learned something as antiquated and obscure in modern times as this dance, and it’s so adorable to watch him enjoy his skill. But let’s take into consideration that, canonically, angels don’t dance. Like they really don’t dance, like, “it’s one of the distinguishing characteristics that marks an angel” don’t dance. They don’t dance the same way orioles don’t tie their shoelaces, and even demons (presumably laxer about decorum in general) apparently aren’t very good at it.

This is something no other angel has ever done. He’s not a two-left-feet guy who has to work to get a mediocre skill, he is a pioneer of an art form that his species has never explored.

But Aziraphale, although he took to it like “a duck to merchant banking,” persisted, and (unlike French), he became “quite good at it.” If that’s not a triumph against your conditioning and your toxic heritage, I don’t know what is.

Then there’s magic. Yeah, yeah, yeah, usually he’s embarrassingly bad at it and it’s very funny at his expense. Why is he bad at it? Because, as Crowley points out as he tries to fathom what the hell is up with his angel, he can do real magic, and he’s good at that. That engineered Austenian ball was a tour-de-force of miraculous orchestration.

But he loves human magic—prestidigitation, sleight-of-hand. He was made with the talent for miracles; the skill for illusion he has had to fight for and to persist at.

I think about ancient cultures where the imitation was more valuable than the original—imitations of natural objects made of cloth or precious stones where the value is in the human ability to mimic, to fool the eye of the observer. I’m a sculptor in a small way, and I know a good statue of a cow will generally enthrall me more to look at than a living cow (no matter how fond of cows I may be), and in a different way.

NO HE ISN'T “GOOD” AT IT. Of course he isn’t. It’s actually against his nature, but he does it anyway. Why would an angel need an aptitude for stage magic? He doesn’t have the aptitude, but he persists.

And I know, I know: Crowley was so very gentle when he told Aziraphale—right after Aziraphale’s magic trick saved his demonic bacon—that he really is “terrible at magic.” I think it may actually be the worst thing Crowley does in the series. It always makes me cringe. He could just as well have said “retire the act until all the kinks are worked out” (which is also a fun double-entendre, of which they are fond), or something of that nature. Give the angel a break—it was his first time on a big stage, with a dangerous act that hadn’t been rehearsed, in the chaos of trying to perform with an unexpected miracle blocker in action—and they pulled it off. Aziraphale scarcely missed a beat.

Terrible at (stage) magic? Aziraphale is better at it than any other angel. That’s pretty impressive, really.

Angels are also presumably not engineered to lie, which is another form of human magic. We often see Aziraphale as a bad liar, but when the chips are down, he lies as well as any demon (or any human, more germanely).

In Conclusion

Aziraphale is not just funny and clumsy; he’s actually a trailblazer. We all know Crowley asks questions—but so does Aziraphale. The questions are just different ones. I think he loves how humans work and delights in experiments to celebrate them.

We see Aziraphale being brave a number of times—in the Final Fifteen, certainly, in the confrontation in the dressing room with FurFur, and—my favorite—when he goes balls-out (with apologies to Jane Austen) to defy the hectoring martinet of a quartermaster, to desert Heaven’s army and defect to earth despite being handicapped by the lack of a body, in search of someone to possess despite having no idea how any of that works. He figures he will just learn on the job, and he did.

But I think he deserves recognition for the bravery of doing so many things he isn’t good at, will likely never be good at, likely never can be good at. He delights in them for their own merit and doesn’t judge himself by others’ standards.

Maybe your own victories are worth celebrating, even if your best friend thinks you’re terrible at them.

[hrts4nagi]

she's the man!

she's the man inspired au.

pairing :: itoshi rin x f!reader

synopsis :: hiori y/n is devastated after the news of the girls soccer team being cut from the sport program and unable to join the boys team. to rub more salt on the wound, she just broke off with her long-time boyfriend. devising a plan, she disguises herself as her twin brother to take his place at blue lock academy, an all-male prep school.

what she doesn’t expect is falling in love with the academy’s star player.

01.

wc :: 775

“i’m home!” you hear a muffled ‘welcome home’ as you go to the kitchen. 

“yo?” your twin brother throws up a peace sign as he munches on last night’s leftovers. 

your leftovers.

“that was mine,” you mutter plopping down next to him as your eyes fixate on the current game your brother was playing. 

“sorry, we can get takeout again tonight. your choice.”

you sit in silence for a moment. watching yo's character move across the tv screen. your cat, miso, notices your presence and snuggles up to you. she rests her head on your leg as you gently pet her. you sigh contently, feeling the stress melt away from your shoulders. after gathering your thoughts once more, you finally work up the courage to break the ice.

“i broke up with tobito today,” you mutter, burry your hands in your knees, recalling the events. 

“huh? really, what happened?” 

“he told me i’d never make it as a soccer player just because i’m a girl.”

“that’s a bit harsh.”

“a bit?” 

“sorry, i’m a little preoccupied with this fight right now.”

you frown, tapping your foot impatiently at your brother's antics. he hums in response.

“what happened to the girls team?”

“budget cuts. stupid school board.”

“ahh."

you notice he doesn't glance your way. not even once.

“yo!” you exclaim exasperatingly as you flop face down onto the couch, nudging him in the process. he throws you a light glare before sighing.

“hey, this came in the mail today.” the blue-haired boy fixes his eyes back to the tv as he slides you a pamphlet.

curiosity strikes you as you flip through the pamphlet, eyes widening at the offer presented. “woah, a full semester at blue lock academy scholarship? this is amazing yo!"

“eh, i’m not all’at interested. i dun wanna spend the school year with the old man this time around.” he argues

“hm, that's true,” you ponder. 

suddenly, an idea pops into your head. oh you were a genuis.

“hey,” you stand in front of the tv to gain your brother’s full attention.

“y/n,” yo moves his head to the side attempting to watch where his character was moving. “you’re kind of in the way, y’know.”

“okay okay, but hear me out.” you clasp your hands together.

“’m listening,”

“what if, instead of you attending this program," you hold the pamphlet up, shoving it in yo's face much to his displeasure. "i can take your place at the academy!”

“sure, why not. i won't have to worry about the old man isn’t pestering me and the missus is more tolerable than that guy."

“great!” you beemed.

"what are you going to do about your hair tho?" he points to your locks trailing down your shoulders.

you freeze realizing the one fatal error.

sure. you and yo were identical but it only spanned so much. he had vibrant, cyan hair while you sported sleek honey-brown hair, courtesy of a box of hair dye.

hiori yo stood at 6'0, while you were barely peeking at 5'7. that being said, you were tall for a girl but yet, your brother still towered over you. but hey, at least you had the same eyes!

another idea pops up in your head.

"i'm sure i have an old wig lying around!" he raises an eyebrow at your words.

"the one's from your middle school days?"

"yup! good thing i had a cosplaying era!"

"fine by me, just don't embarrass me alright?"

you throw him a thumbs up. you happily spin miso in your arms in celebration. you pause before turning to him.

"so, what are you planning to do while i'm gone?"

“actually," yo rests the controller next to him, before placing his hands to the back of his head. "i was planning to take a semester off to relax."

“can you do that?” you tilt your head at him.

“probably not, but i just want a break.”

"that's fair."

yo gets up and throws the pamphlet right in your face. “move in day, is in a week so you better start packing now. let me know if you need any help."

you watch as he slides his shoes on and throws on a jacket. "but first, i'm gonna go grab dinner. text me what you want."

you nod at your brother before rushing upstairs, almost slipping in the process.

"okay, miso! time to pack up everything i've ever known into this suitcase!" she meows.

the plan was going smoothly. you hum to yourself, neatly folding your clothes into the suitcase as the soft tune emitting from your speaker fills the room. what could possibly go wrong?

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"How the hell did you manage to rope me into this?!"

You giggle at your boyfriends frustrations as he fusses with the costume he changed into not too long ago. He pulls at decorative straps and bells, trying to adjust comfortably.

"This thing's itchy, who's idea was it to use this much glitter? Last time I checked, Elves don't wear full glamor while makin' toys!"

You find yourself amused by Mammon’s antics, as he continues fidgeting with the outfit, unable to sit still. You watch in your own costume, standing with him in an off shoot hallway hidden from the wandering eyes of young demons who excitedly lined up in anticipation.

Levi had stayed up pulling several all-nighters to quickly create these get ups for the both of you. He owed you a favor, and making cosplays is one of the things the otaku does best.

Though you suspect all the glitter was Asmo...

"Hey, at least we match!", you muse, smiling at his complaints.

"Yeah, yeah. Whoop-de-doo. The hat's stupid. And I am NOT wearin' the ears! ", he says, throwing the pointy prosthetics to the ground.

Your attention is pulled away as another figure enters the hallway from a side door, striding over to the both of you.

Wearing a bright red velvet suit with a fake, bushy white beard and wig, Beel joins the both of you for a quick side chat.

"Right. I'm about to head out there. You two will be there to help right?", questions the sixth born.

"Of course", you beam. "We're right behind you, just give us our cue."

He gives a solid nod before walking off with a sense of determination about him. His confidence proves to you that he was the right brother to pick for this job.

Your boyfriend on the other hand...

"On the bright side, you didn't have to play Santa! I thought they were going to make you, considering the white hair and all..."

He gives you a quick glare and a huff.

"There is no 'bright side', bein' stuck at some run down mall playin' pretend for some stupid brats".

Though he protests, you can tell he's all bark, no bite. You know the boy far too well at this point to believe his lies. In actuality, he was great with kids. He's discussed what your potential future children would look like with you in length. And you know of his endeavors taking care of that little girl back in the human realm, doing whatever her guardian witches demanded of him just to make sure she'd have a good life.

"Didn't you specifically volunteer to help Simeon and Luke with this whole Santa Meet and Greet event?", you question, calling him out on his indifference.

His face erupts in a blush as he looks off to the side. "That's... only 'cause I knew you'd be doin' it too so... I wanted to be... ya know."

You smile, pulling him into a hug and adjusting his decorative hat.

"You're really too sweet for your own good, you know that?", you say taking his hand in yours.

"Now come on, I believe Ms. Claus is waiting for us", you wiggle your eyebrows and laugh, pulling him out onto the floor.

As you approach and his brain processes exactly what it is he's looking at, he bursts out laughing.

"Is that Simeon in a grandma costume?" he questions, quickly pulling out his D.D.D to snap a picture with his phone.

"He couldn't find a Ms. Claus so he decided to just be her," you explain, trying to hold back laughs yourself.

Your laughter and smiles continue into the night, the two of you finding yourselves having more fun than you expected, corralling children into lines and making sure Beel-Claus heard all their wishes.

"Ya know, we'll be bringin' our kids to one of these events some day", he blurts out, staring at you with the most loving eyes anybody could give somebody else wearing an elf costume.

"I can't wait", you grin. "Hopefully not dressed as Santa's helpers though."

[candiiee]

ᴅᴇᴋᴜᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ: ᴍᴀɢɪᴄᴀʟ ɢɪʀʟ

summary: Izuku, Bakugo, and Todoroki get hit by a villain’s quirk, and transform into magical girls

warnings: swearing, Bakugo antics

an: y/n teases them

This was fucking hilarious. Seeing the class hothead, cutey, and pretty boy walk in, wearing girly outfits, looking like something straight out of sailor moon. Not that you were hating of course. They looked really hot.

Izuku was beet red, trying to appear nonchalant, Bakugo giving everyone the death glare, and Todoroki, who looked like he could care less, though he did look a little smug.

Sero wolf whistled, "bold fashion choice, but nice legs!" You snickered, taking out your phone, taking secret pics, for blackmail purposes and general appreciation of how nice they looked.

Izuku stammered, "i-uh-um.."

"you look manly, Bakubro!" Kirishima said, genuinely impressed.

"shut up shitty hair!" Bakugo barked, as you tried to suppress a giggle.

"eye candy in the morning, how nice." You coo, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively at Izuku, making him squirm as he avoided your gaze.

"I take it none of you decided to become strippers, so what's with the get up?" Denki asked, genuinely curious.

"maybe they like to cosplay?" Jirou quips, snickering silently.

"we were hit by a quirk when we took down a low rank villain yesterday." Todoroki speaks up, making everyone nod in understanding.

"so you didn't just wake up and decide to show off your legs?" You say, still smirking.

"o-of course not!" Izuku stammered, "we can't even take off these outfits!"

You hum, "you sure? Try right now."

Todoroki with no hesitation, tried to take off the top. "Todoroki! Stripping in a classroom is strictly forbidden!" Iida says, chopping the air, giving you a look.

You roll your eyes, "personally I was hoping Izuku would fall for it." Izuku flushes, as if he can't fathom why you would ever want to see him shirtless. Poor innocent boy.

You shoot him a cheeky grin, making him flush even more. "Showing up to school on those outfits takes guts." You say, smirking at Bakugo. "Right, Kachan?"

"shut the fuck up sassy extra!" Bakugo snarls, looking like he's going to explode, which makes sense, because of his quirk. Izuku tried to calm him down, "y'know, you guys should be careful. Don't wanna accidentally flash anyone, right? they could faint from being subjected to three hotties!" You quip, feeling pleased as you make Izuku and Bakugo blush, Todoroki looking confused.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Bakugo says, looking like he's gonna strangle you.

You grin, "yeah yeah. You're just sad Izuku looks prettier then you."

Izuku squeaks, looking like he's gonna faint.

"are you done?" A tired voice asks, and everyone scrambles into their seats.

"Of course, sensei!" You say, using your good girl voice.

@candiiee 2024

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