omg i seriously spent my life on this

A sad and hurt Marco.

He picked up what he could find of Ace’s beads during the retreat. Also picked up Ace’s manacles ‘cause hey, all his closest loved ones are dead and he’s lost his spirit, might as well finish the deal and seal his powers too.

All alone and on the run, only hearing of the rest of his brothers being felled one by one.


Much and many thanks to @authenticaussie

anonymous asked:

Omg Mel I reread your modern!au and got this idea where the warlords are in high school and each of them are embodiments of a stereotypical student like Masamune is the class clown, Hideyoshi is number 1 in his class, Shingen is the huge flirt, Yuki’s the jock, Mitsunari is like the sweet one everyone takes advantage of etc 🌈


Seriously, I spent a whole 40 minute drive somewhere, and then the drive back, envisioning a reverse harem fic revolving around this and oh my God, it was glorious (♥ω♥*)

If I end up writing this as an imagine, it will be way, way, way too long, and I have the University!Warlords!AU to do as a proper imagine at some point, so I’m just going to do this and leave it here:

  • Hideyoshi:
    #1 in the class, the friendliest guy around, the one always surrounded by girls, protective af of his buddy Nobunaga and the pet of every single damn teacher in the school. He’s also that guy who will not let you off if you do something wrong and reports everyone but they can’t hate him despite that.
  • Ieyasu:
    #Edgelord of the class, sits at the back of every classroom being antisocial, all the girls in the class coo over him being cute and he’s a dick to everyone. He’s the one who goes to sleep in class, is woken up by the furious teacher, and just tells them dryly, “If your class wasn’t more boring than the economy during the recession, I wouldn’t be asleep. Goodnight.” and then puts his head back down and sleeps again.
  • Kennyo:
    That really shady guy everyone is sure is secretly a murderer but is actually just severely misunderstood and low-key high-key bitter and wants friends because he’s alone. Is also a biker because headcanon, and is the one everyone fawns over when he rides in on it because he looks so cool and hot in all his gear. Also, scar guy!
  • Kenshin:
    The guy that everyone’s genuinely terrified of and will just fly to the sides of the corridor to avoid getting in his way, and also that guy who can do everything in P.E. and is obviously hella strong so people are kind of scared but immensely attracted to him. But the heterochromia is a massive turn on for basically EVERYONE and he has people trying to get close to him so they can look at them more. He just closes his eyes all the time and pretends to sleep.
  • Masamune:
    The class clown who tries to flirt with all the girls but they have none of it and let him down with no mercy, but his pride and ego are way too big so he never stops. Also, the prankster and the one who draws a certain inappropriate piece of anatomy on the board in permanent ink. And, eye patch guy!
  • Mitsuhide:
    The guy everyone is certain is part of the black market and is always doing something illegal, probably sells drugs and weapons and should be avoided at all costs. However, is also hella sexy so people are confused and can’t stop watching him when he’s around.
  • Mitsunari:
    The sweet one everyone half adores and half just takes advantage of whenever they need a spare hand, someone to vent to or, at times, someone to pretend to be their boyfriend because he wouldn’t get that they’d be doing it and would just be like, “Oh, hello. Are you linking my arm so you don’t get lost in the crowds? These corridors are rather small. Allow me to escort you to your classroom.”
  • Nobunaga:
    The dickhead that everyone simultaneously loves and hates. He’s perfect at everything but has the worst attitude, and is that student who gets away with anything because the teachers begrudgingly love how capable he is with academics and sports. Also the one who helps Shingen with churning through the girls of the school and having two-second relationships because he’s bored.
  • Sasuke:
    The geek and genius everyone goes to for help with work, homework or projects they’re doing because they know he’ll be able to help regardless of the subject. Also that guy who enjoys maths and physics and so everyone else basically doesn’t trust him.
  • Shingen:
    The flirt who thoroughly enjoys the company of the girls who swarm around him, but never actually gets into relationships, rather just gushing out compliments mindlessly and giving everyone the sex eyes because he loves the effect it has on people. Also the guy who’s asked by others how he’s so charming and blames it on his hair.
  • Yukimura:
    The jock that everyone swarms around because he’s so fit (in both ways~) and is just a god in sport (not as much as Kenshin tho) who is actually approachable and pretty nice, but is also teased relentlessly because he’s easily embarrassed and is shockingly uncomfortable with the attention.

Hehehe… I might get started on that University!Warlord imagine after this -w- thank you for giving me such fabulous ideas, my darling!

  • someone: haha yeah i've never seen or read harry potter
  • me: okay... that sounds fake but okay

So because I’m done with finals, I thought I’d talk about my dance year. It feels weird to assume any of you would want to hear about my life, but since this has undoubtedly been my best year so far, I thought i’d share.

I started off the year kinda bummed that I hadn’t made top ten at oireachtas and hadn’t qualified for worlds, but I was super committed to fixing everything and killing it this year. I was practicing a ton and working out and just generally felt great.

I was super excited that my spring break was over St. Patrick’s day, so I got to go home and do a bunch of shows with Tara Academy (my school at home). Unfortunately, dancing on iffy surfaces for a week was the last straw for my chronically injured ankles and the pain just became too much to bear. It turns out I have tendonitis in my ankles. I was already having a really academically challenging semester, so having the time to do work was good, but I had to take a month and a half off dance while I did tons of PT to rehabilitate my ankles. I went to the gym a ton, but it just wasn’t the same. I was so happy when I finally got to dance again (even though I still have pain a lot of the time).

I did a feis in May but it was finals week and I was sick so I did really shittily.

Montreal was more fun than I could have imagined. I got to see friends from all over the world and watch some truly incredible dancing in a truly incredible city. I ended up false starting my set though and came last in the recall, even though the rest of my scores were way better. I am still SO proud of how I danced though, that I don’t really care about the results. Being able to get up there and dance as well as I did gave me the confidence I needed for oireachtas. There is nothing I would have changed about that major, it really reminded me how much I love Irish dance and how much I need to become a TC.

I made a ton of new dance friends this year, and got even closer with so many I already had. Shoutout to DINGI.

In August, after discussing it with both my TC at Tara (at home in Seattle) and my TC at Tamora (at school in Claremont), I decided to make the transfer so I could do Tamora material. It really was not a big deal, but I think everyone would agree that it was a good choice - I got to be way better prepared this way.

This was SUCH a challenge though, because I learned all my material in one day in August, but couldn’t come to class until September. This meant a month of hard work to commit my choreography to memory, basically entirely from video. I’m incredibly proud of myself for doing it, and it gave me way more confidence as a dancer.

Coming up to oireachtas I did two feises, which I did okay at, but was nervous because the girls in my group were looking SO good. (Seriously, my age group is incredible). I was going to three hour practices and working on my own six days a week. I have never worked harder for anything in my life.

One of the most exciting things this year was my new dress (OMG). I designed it myself and Eliza Anne Dress Designs made it. I spent HOURS crysaling it (I did all the crystaling myself and the dress is practically blinding with crystals). It was just the boost of confidence I needed for oireachtas.

Oireachtas 2014 was the best weekend of my life. Both of my schools had oireachtas champions (YEAH CHRISTOPHE AND BECKY!!) and I got to be reunited with my Tara family. Twenty percent of the ENTIRE Tamora school world qualified and I got to see my friends and teammates show off all the hard work they did.

My group was only qualifying the top five for worlds, so I knew I had to bring it. The great thing about my group is that by now we all know each other and are all friends. We all celebrate each other’s successes and build each other back up after our letdowns. This competition was such a wildcard. I didn’t know if my best would be good enough.

As they called sixth place I was sure it would be me. I was so ready to step forward for a picture - sashless and one step away from my dream of standing on the podium. When it hit me that I was in the top five, I fell on the ground crying. I was about to step forward to claim my fifth place sash and smile out at the crowd filled with friends, teammates, and teachers. They didn’t call my number. They didn’t call my number. I stood there shocked as I realized I had just outdanced everyone but the three dancers who were all top ten in the nation.

I had gone to oireachtas with the goal of getting an ugly crying reaction shot. I didn’t just get the picture. I got a sash. A sparkly 4th place sash and a World Qualifying medal.

Last week I found out I got approval to study abroad in Belfast in the spring of 2016. 2014 has been the best year of my life. I can’t wait for Montreal and I cant wait to see what the rest of my future holds.

And now I’m really emotional because I wrote this while listening to Planxty Davis 76 on repeat