THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO KNOWS ACOWAR SPOILERS ABOUT MY GOLD HEARTED SUNSHINE BAT AND MY THUNDERCLOUD GIRL AND IT HURTS THAT I AM NOT ONE OF THEM. THE WAITING IS HURTING MY SOUL. AT THE SAME TIME I AM TERRIFIED TO SEE THE SPOILERS. C’MON MAY 2ND. GET HERE. NOW PLZ.
Questions and prompts for all school idol managers! Whether you want to use this as an ask box game, art challenge, or anything else, go ahead! This mainly focuses on elements from the SIF game (especially in terms of N rank girls), but I hope all sorts of fans are able to enjoy it.
Reposts are welcome as long as I am credited in the caption <3 Have fun! Mascots Mari and Kanan are cheering you on!
Clarissa Reynolds was the best seamstress in Amestris.
By legend, she could spend five minutes sizing a soldier up
with her eyes, and churn out a perfectly fitting uniform for him in two days
flat. The “five minutes” was untrue, and the “by sight” was a bit of an exaggeration,
and “two days” was sometimes three or four—but all those aside, Clarissa’s work
was perfect, and there was no room to
Clarissa was 42 now, with wrinkles around her chocolate eyes
and corkscrewing hair that had grayed prematurely. With 20 years of
professional practice under her belt, she’d made more than a name for herself
among the Central military personnel. She was specifically picked for special
people, or for problem cases, when they arose. She’d sewed every bit of Major
Alex Armstrong’s uniform, whose proportions had left his first seamstress
rather white in the face and overwhelmed.
Clarissa had personally been tasked with crafting the Fuhrer’s
uniform. The other seamstresses held this as a point of admiration in Clarissa,
as well as an inside jest. Clarissa was the only one of them to ever “work with”
the Fuhrer, which was subtle phrasing to mean Clarissa was the only one among
them who’d seen the Fuhrer stripped to his underwear. They asked how it was “working
with” him, and Clarissa told them that Mrs. Bradley would perhaps not like this
information to go public. She had no real desire to discuss the Fuhrer in his
underwear—he’d been perfectly courteous and pleasant while being measured,
which made him one of Clarissa’s more enjoyable jobs.
Her work followed her home, where she had two full rooms
dedicated to her craft. She padded mannequins to match the proportions of
current clients, and she worked late into the night fitting different folds of
cloth over the dummies, over and over, until she found a pattern which fell
just right. Her 14 year old daughter Violet liked to hang in the periphery and
observe; her 12 year old son Conner liked to sit on a favorite step stool, swinging
his legs and commenting on which orientations of navy blue fabric looked the
most “bad ass”. He also reminded her to take the pins out of her hair every night
when she left the room, a task she’d given him after pricking her husband a few
dozen times too many in bed.
A/N: This was not requested, but I felt the inspiration to write this fic from THIS song! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 I am EXTREMELY proud of this one.
Dean Winchester was the first face you saw when air found its way back into your lungs. He was the one who saved you; he was the reason you were alive. It was the day your father took his own life. He set the garage on fire. Dean was the one who pulled you out of the garage. Ever since that day, your bond with Dean changed. It was much stronger. Sometimes you felt like you didn’t deserve Dean, even though you couldn’t imagine life without him.
There were countless times where Dean had been there for you. When you were falling apart, Dean was always there to help you. He was always there, without question. Even when you tried to fight it, he never let you down.
Dean grabbed your arm as flames engulfed half of the room. “[Y/N] come on,” Dean shouted in desperation. “We gotta get out of here!”
“Dean I can’t leave my mom,” you cried, your eyes glued to the fiery ceiling. “She’s the only family I have left.”
Anon, I don’t even know. But what I know. If people aren’t questioning everything right now, they truly are just ignoring what is being laid before them.
Chris never saw AVPM? Really Chris? Because we have pulled up how many gifs and written articles saying the exact opposite?
Ben is up at 3 AM to welcome home beardy? Yes, because platonic roommies.
Followed up by Benjamia driving around LA and singing. Yes, platonic roommies again.
Chris did not “hook up” with anyone on Glee. Maybe this is technically correct as they were a couple?
Chris kind of sort of keeps in touch with darren? I mean sure, the fact that they live together, sleep together, own animals together. Kind of sort of? I guess Chris and I have a different meaning for that phrase.
Chris’ circle was Ashley and Amber on set. I mean that’s cute and all but he does remember that Ashley was really only on Glee for one season?
Meanwhile Darren was still in NYC after his “lady” departed. Caught on his phone, being called a Lonely Boy, no doubt sexting no I mean texting Chris.