May 20, 2025
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reposting because some of these fuckers got design updates
CAN SOMEONE PLEASE YAP TO ME ABOUT CINDERELLA CLOSET THIS IS MY FIRST K DRAMA EVER AND THEYVE TAKEN OVER MY LIFE
Hola muy buenas espero se encuentre bien (ฅ´ω`ฅ). hoy vine a traer un fanart de este anime llamado Wind Breaker del protagonista Hakura Sakura si te gusta, sígueme para más contenido
A little basic intro!!
Hello you can call us Hilbert :D
Our pronouns are paw/lux/rawr/he
We’re 18
And we’re a system! DID or the community coined term of CDID given that fits really well!
We know a bit of Japanese at least are trying to learn!
And we’re a Milgram fan! Especially of Mikoto and John and Hakura :D
Feel free to interact!! We’ll mostly be posting random stuff especially incorrect quotes because we love those things :D
Also a couple people might sign of but probably not often
let me tell you what i know!
:^|
oh my god i forgot that i have a beefy and fluffy tarnatulady
she’s one of those fancy driders/arachne, but she’s also larger than Bonnie and very epic joadoawndoa
Hadn’t realized how much I craved Contestshipping content until I started writing it again. Felt compelled enough to write 1k+ on Drew finally getting some new pants - its a public service at this point. You can also read it (and the previous story for context, though not required) here.
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“You need new pants.”
Drew finishes his espresso, throwing the Sawsbucks cup in a nearby bin. May hungrily takes another bite of her bagel, staring unsatisfyingly at Drew’s pants.
“I suppose you’re right,” Drew picks at the frays lining the tear, frowning. “These were my favorite.”
May’s cringe goes by unnoticed at his statement. He’s handsome; anyone with a pair of working eyes can tell. His elegant and suave contest persona make him a popular coordinator. He’s always a step ahead of her. She sometimes finds these qualities unfair, but looking at those pants…
Arceus must have decided to be fair; he gave Drew a terrible sense of style.
“Let’s go shopping!” she insists, “we got here early, and we were just looking around today.”
“Wait, we?”
“Yeah! What else am I supposed to do while waiting for you?”
“Practice your appeals?” he answers as if it’s obvious. May sighs, he has a point. She should practice with Glaceon given that the warmer weather affects ice-type attacks…but…
She glances at those pants again. Their color reminiscent of her first impression of Drew all those years ago: obnoxious. She never cared much before, dismissing them as an odd Larousse fashion. But all those same years of getting to know him – growing closer - made those once-tolerable pants increasingly noticeable.
As her friend Dawn would likely say: not helping someone in need of fashion advice is a disservice.
Arceus knows he needs it.
“Our Pokémon just healed up,” she reasons, “I’d rather give them more time to rest before practicing. Plus, I already planned to shop a little later anyways!”
Drew prepares another excuse, but seeing May beaming up at him excitedly doesn’t exactly help in his favor. A few more seconds pass but the fiery determination shining in her big, blue eyes doesn’t dim. Honestly, he should have expected this.
He sighs, defeated.
“I guess having you as a second opinion wouldn’t be the worst that’s happened to me today.”
Drew’s a simple guy when it comes to clothes: he finds something practical; he wears it. It’s simplicity he engages in outside of coordinating, preferring to leave the showing-off to his Pokémon. He’s worn these pants since the beginning of his journey and they’ve lasted, needing to only roll up the cuffs during his growth spurt. He also doesn’t mind their color, thinking it quite nice. Though, he knew he would have to change them eventually.
Just not to the khaki pants May’s showing him.
“Drew! This shade goes well with your hair color!” she lifts them closer to him eagerly, then another glimmer catches her eye, “oh! those red ones would look great too!”
“Sure, the red ones are nice,” he shrugs as May beams, “if I wanted to look like a Christmas tree.”
Drew stifles a laugh when face morphs into a frown and she huffs away to another rack. It’s the fifth store they’ve gone into. Fifth. He found something at the first one yet May insisted they compare other options. She could probably go on for hours and its already nearing noon. He knew he was going to regret this. Why did he let her come along again?
She’s currently holding a pair of navy-blue pants and staring intently at Drew’s hair when she catches his gaze. She smiles sheepishly, a light blush dusting her cheeks. His heart flutters.
Ah. That’s why. Stupid feelings.
Still, as much as he enjoys spending time with her, his general disinterest for shopping and his exposed knee-cap urge him to wrap this up.
May practically skips to meet him, another pair of pants in hand. “Any luck finding something?”
Time to be honest with her.
“Look May, I appreciate your help, but I’ll just look for something later.”
He immediately feels like an ass when her expression falls.
“Oh…” she clutches the pants, “I’m sorry Drew. Guess I got carried away. You don’t like doing this kinda stuff, do you?” She tries smiling at him. “I’ll wait while you look for some- “
“Actually,” he interrupts a little desperately, gesturing at the pair she’s holding, “those ones aren’t bad.”
Drew honestly hadn’t paid much attention to the ones she’d been holding. So, here he was in the dressing room much to May’s excitement and his dismay. Unlike his pants these were plain, black cargos. An interesting choice considering her attempts so far to try out “fashionable” statements. Though not something he saw himself picking out, they’re surprisingly comfortable and fit him well. He tucks in the violet shirt he did pick out (that looks very similar to the one he already owns) and exits the stall.
May’s waiting on the bench nearby. She smiles wide when she sees him, rushing up to him.
“Drew!” she gasps, clasping her hands together. Her smile turns a bit smug, “I knew these would suit you!”
Drew’s too taken aback at her enthusiastic response to remark. Contest-Drew would typically brush it off with a flick of his hair and a confident attitude. Normal-Drew, on the other hand, doesn’t know how to handle compliments from May, his rival and the girl he’s been hopelessly in love with for years.
So, he just stands there, eyes wide and blushing and willing himself to snap out of it. Meanwhile, May’s too focused on inspecting his outfit to notice. Her eyes narrow. “Wait, your shirt looks a bit off…”
She steps forward, reaching to undo the top button of his shirt and Drew (if even possible) turns a darker shade of red. She’s too close. Close enough to view how impossibly blue her eyes are through long lashes. Close enough to feel her breath tickle his neck as she fixes his collar. Close enough to smell the sweet perfume she tried on at one of the stores. Close enough to hear her heart beat over his own booming thrum while she gently loosens the tuck on his shirt.
Close enough that, if she allowed him, he could find out the taste of her lips.
“There…” she admires her work, oblivious to the flustered mess she’s rendered her rival in. It’s only when she looks up and notices how red he is – how lovely flecks of jade appear up close in his gorgeous forest eyes - that she realizes what she’s doing.
Now she’s blushing.
“I-I’m so sorry!” she jumps away, arms flailing. “I didn’t mean-- I j-just wanted to fix the button and then saw how the collar was a bit wrinkled and—and---"
Seeing how she’s out-flustering him, Drew clears his throat to regain his composure. “Don’t worry, I know its hard for you to keep your hands off me.”
She stops rambling and glares at him, cheeks puffing out in annoyance. He finds it both amusing and adorable thinking how she resembles a Cherubi. “You’re so full of it.”
“If by ‘it’ you mean good lucks and a sharp wit, then you’re absolutely right, May”. He flicks his hair, mostly because he knows doing so will further infuriate her. He holds in a chuckle when it does.
“Well, what do you think of them?”
Right, he had yet to opinion on these pants. Pondering, he tugs at the rough fabric, sliding his hands in their large pockets (another plus) before answering. “I didn’t have high expectations,” he smirks when May pouts, “but they’re comfortable. If they have you practically swooning, they probably don’t look bad either.”
“Hey! I’m just glad you like something I picked out,” she crosses her arms defensively. Then she’s looking at her shoes, attempting to hide another blush. “And you do look really good, so…”
He’s convinced.
After paying for the clothes at the register, he wears them out the store. May’s gloating in her success, but he figures he’ll let her be for now. Instead, he holds his old pants in front of him, looking wistful. “Shame I have to part with these though,” May turns to him curiously, “maybe I could turn them into shorts.”
“Please don’t.”
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