m.a.c. make up


okay so I found this person who makes these gr8 comic strips and found one of her works and thought “holy shit this could work well with komahina” and then shortly after the komahina edit I thought “shit this works better with ishimondo fu c k  m y  l i f e” and ended up making an ishimondo edition.

Original Artwork: @sarahseeandersen (I actually discovered her on instagram first :0)

Unfinished Business Part 24


Genre: action, fluff, angst, strong language, +18 content, gang material,

Read to find out who the reader will end up with. There will be several chapters of this so I hope you’re ready to die and anticipate many things. <3 love youuuu (don’t hate me)

Word count:1626


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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Mukuro is always clinging to the ceiling, ready to provide Junk with whatever she needs in the moment, but it's really starting to weird her classmates out

Ceiling Ninja Mukuro

Mukuro was not the type of person to look down on others… unless she was literally looking down on them.

“Sup, everyo– Son of a bitch! She’s still at it!” Mondo swore as soon as his eyes strayed upwards.

“Your language is not suitable for the school environment, bro!” Ishimaru reprimanded him.

“Oh, and this freaky ninja shit is?” He shot back.

“Although it is a concerning habit, it does not break any rules plus she’s still technically attending class as usual. So I cannot hold it against her.” He calmly reasoned out.

“Well she’s not doing anything wrong. It’s just a bit… unusual.” Chihiro nervously commented.

“Forget unusual. I’m with our yankee here. This is straight up freaky shit.” Leon crudely remarked.

“That’s a bit harsh don’t you think? And I’m pretty sure she can hear us you know.” Sayaka chided.

“Well she’s not reacting so we can assume that she isn’t against this discussion. I am rather intrigued on her behavior.” Celes commented.

“She’s been like that for days now. Doesn’t she get tired hanging up there like that?” Asahina asked in concern but also in awe.

“Probably not given her outstanding physique. Although I must commend her for her determination for doing so in the first place.” Sakura praised her.

“Maybe she’s only pretending to be a soldier when she’s secretly a ninja. Or a double agent! That explains why she’s so out of character!” Yamada excitedly theorized.

“T-This isn’t some anime for you to m-make up stories of! She’s just c-crazy that’s all!” Fukawa accused.

“Let her do what she wants. It most likely doesn’t have anything to do with us so why bother talking about it?” Togami snappishly remarked.

“Guys, I think she’s just hiding from the aliens. Just think about it. They won’t see her up there.” Hagakure wildly theorized.

“If you’re all so concerned about her behavior then why don’t you ask her?” Kirigiri calmly suggested, the only voice of reason.

“Well, the thing is I already did.” Naegi timidly chimed in. “And she said that this was Junko’s wish.”

All eyes then turned to Junko who was currently nonchalantly painting her nails.

“Hm? What? Is there something on my face?” She asked, feigning ignorance.

“No, but we want to ask you a question.” Naegi scratched the back of his head in his nervousness but that didn’t stop him. Finally, he asked what everyone had been wondering all this time. “Why is Mukuro on the ceiling?”

A pregnant pause filled the room.

“Huh? Why?” She looked back at him incredulously and then loudly proclaimed, “Well that’s because I told her to!”

“But why?” He asked confusedly.

“Upupupu… why indeed. Why else other than this!” She snapped her fingers.

And then Mukuro descended from above to give her a juicebox. After which she promptly returned to her position on the ceiling in record time.

Junko casually sipped her drink while she smiled smugly. “Pretty cool, huh?”

Well that didn’t explain anything at all.

To this day, Mukuro still hangs out on the ceiling while the rest of the class has given up on trying to understand why and just accepted this as her thing now.