#shslswingdancer

[neuewelle]

wait i have more

what about arata tho

like on the surface he's this totes mcgoats grade a+ hottie w/a body who's super cute and nice and has a gentlemanly af hobby (swingdancing)

not to mention his likes are shit like "good manners, dancing, nice clothing" like wtf can u say m-e-t-r-o-s-e-x-u-a-l i mean he wears a frickin bowtie for christs sake

BUT THEN

hmm that's weird his vest has the monokuma eye on i-

why the fuck does his vest have the monokuma symbol on it.

BECAUSE HE'S A FUck in G LUNATIC THAT'S WHY

that may be a little bit of an exaggeration

"he gets excited over murders" uh wo ah buddy slow down not to mention he was basically SUPPOSEd to be a nice gentledude but like up in heavwhatever they forgot to flip the final switch and one angel's like "woah you marked that one nice right" and the other one's like "no did you???" and the other angle's like "man this is going to be an  very interesting person. this is going to be a very silly person." basically he doesn't want to be a gentledude which i mean i might be missing something here but

the point is i have a lot of feelings about arata gense yuu

[zetsubodirtycrackconvos-blog]

you see I wonder who genocider syo would want to kill bc of the boys that attract her. Arata??? Jinsei??? Kisho????

???? ? ? ??? JUR ??

[shslrenownedjournalist]

IM SORRY FOR CLOGGING YOUR TAGS BUT THIS IS THE LAST TIME Keiko and aratas parenting vs Kisho and Kururumis final

[shslrenownedjournalist]

omfg you know what just take all of these

[shslrenownedjournalist]

And on that note.. The difference between Keiko & Arata's parenting vs Kururumi and Kisho's parenting.

[shslcon-artist]

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Juvia mentally smirked, cocking an eyebrow as she walked the hall. She needed to locate a target for her scams; since this was a new domain, she at least needed to figure out what she’d need to change about her common methods. Minutes of her shoes clicking against the hardened floors beneath her seemed like the scene was a record that continued to repeat one certain timeframe. Though, the Rip-Off Artist hadn’t noticed, her eyes having shut after a moment of walking and her throat letting out hushed, closed-mouthed hums which released the information that she had been making a tune with the sounds of her footsteps. A very up-tempo one, if you were to actually listen to it. She had assumed that no one would come into the corridors; they looked empty from what she had last witnessed.

  Her ponytail swung from side to side with each arrogant stride she took, the cloth billowing off of her waist loosely with the gusts of air she forced around her legs as she moved. Ah yes, the winds of a hotshot just seemed to surround her. Metaphorically; of course. She walked with her eyes closed and a smile pasted on her face in a sloppy attempt to shield her true intentions. The only thing that helped easing the notion being the melodies that blared in her mind, Juvia having made a choice to be very nonchalant until she would hear another’s footsteps. Which is when she’d evaluate their person and go in for the kill. Well, sale. 

[shslrenownedjournalist]

this is my favorite ngl

[shslloanshark]

Arata wants the goddamn K and you ain't gon run kid

19: Forceful Kiss

Takeshi awkwardly tugged at the collar of his shirt, trying to avoid eye contact with the dancer in front of him. He had come to try and apologize for all the unwarranted hate he had directed towards him, but wasn’t quite sure how to go about it.

"So uhhh…" he began, but found himself unable to find the words to complete his thoughts. For a while he shifted his weight from one leg to the other, slowly getting more frustrated at the fact he had no idea what to say. After a few more moments of fuming silently to himself, he couldn’t take it anymore.

Grabbing a fistful of the other male’s shirt, he pulled his face towards his own and planted a strong kiss - his own odd way of trying to show what he was struggling to say - and made a hasty retreat, shoulders hunched and face burning.