one of my favorite things in fiction is when one of the villains realizes the error of their ways and joins (or is forcibly adopted into) the hero team but refuses to change their aesthetic to match the rest of the group so it’s like
or even better, when there’s a team of villains and all of them are your typical card-carrying tall dark and edgy bastards in long black trench coats and leather boots except for one who chooses to wear the silliest, frilliest, outfit you’ve ever seen in your life so it’s all the more shocking for everyone when they turn around and stab a guy in the chest because they live for the drama, and it’s like
oh and
person walks down the street dressed like that and you know theyre not afraid of anything
