#I get it can be awkard being the only person with a mask but

[anarcho-catboyism]

Reasons to still be wearing a mask

- Disabled people deserve safety too

- Keeping your community safe

- Solidarity with Disabled people

- Because Covid isn't over just because the media stopped talking about it

- Masks are cool and help you shoplift

- Disabled people's lives matter

[doctorgerth]

Relationship headcanons to X Drake, Killer and Smoker?

yessssss I love this! X Drake has already been done here so I have Killer and Smoker for you today! I honestly had way too many ideas for the both of them but I limited them to 20 like I did with Drake bc I like making HCs even in number for everybody ok lol Hope you enjoy, anon

Relationship HCs: Killer, Smoker 

Killer

(i can’t wait for more Killer gifs, not the sad Wano ones tho rip)

- first thing’s first, getting along with Kid is a must for his partner; not only is that his captain, but he’s also Killer’s best friend and he’d much prefer it if his lover and his best friend could get along

- if they simply can’t get along, he’ll ask them to tolerate each other for his sake, and it usually works out ok; though honestly? i don’t think Killer would go for someone his captain hated, because despite Kid being a Grade A dick head sometimes, Killer trusts his captain’s instincts

- Kid also wouldn’t hate Killer’s s/o for no reason at all, though he definitely gets jealous that he doesn’t see Killer as much anymore…….

- in general, he needs a partner who can put up with his crew’s antics, they’re all a bit wild, but they’re family; Killer loves his captain and crew deeply, so he expects his partner to feel the same way

- Killer is very good at reading the room, therefore he can usually pick up on his partner’s emotions easily and he’ll subtly adjust to improve their mood if necessary, but he won’t be overt about it as he doesn’t like having unnecessary attention on them

- it can be as simple as a whispered “hey, i love you” or passing touches or a hand squeeze, anything to let his partner know that they are loved and that everything will be ok!; sometimes these little gestures help to improve his own mood

- he’s really great at talking through emotions with his partner, so they rarely have heated arguments; the only confrontation he enjoys is on the battlefield, so don’t expect him to tolerate yelling and/or throwing things during domestic arguments (he deals with that enough)

- he’s actually one of, if not the best on the ship to get advice from, he’s a bit of a realist, so he can be brutally honest sometimes, but if that’s what his partner needs to hear then he refuses to hold back; if he’s not completely honest with them he feels as if he’s doing them a disservice + breaking the trust they have formed

- a very loyal partner, once he forms a bond with you, he will do whatever it takes to maintain it and he would never ever dare break your trust for him; he takes bonds/relationships seriously, so he takes it a bit personal if you break his trust, as once he trusts you, you shouldn’t take that lightly

- Killer is a bit unfamiliar with romance, he’s had crushes and flings before sure, but love? it’s a strange concept for him; he loves Kid and his crew, but loving someone like that? he has no fucking clue how to go about it initially

- nevertheless, he actually adjusts pretty easily to a relationship as when he finds the right partner, he realizes he wants to do everything possible to keep them happy and safe, so the whole loving them unconditionally part now suddenly makes sense to him?

- he’s still a bit of an awkard turtle during the beginning of the relationship though; PDA? not a chance, that brings way too much teasing attention to him and he does not enjoy that, so if his partner is touchy, they need to be more subtle about it when in front of others

- he can tolerate a little hand hold holding or them sitting in his lap (his favorite) every now and then, but he doesn’t want them latched around his waist at all times

- regardless if his s/o can protect themselves or not, Killer is always always in protection mode, it’s just in his nature to protect his loved ones; it can be during battle or even from snide comments from Kid, there’s no way in hell anyone is going to harm his lover and get away with it

- he often scolds them for putting themselves in dangerous situations, much like a father really, but he always apologizes about it later, simply admitting that losing them is one of his biggest fears so he just wishes them to be more careful

- he won’t immediately inform his partner on the reason for his mask as that takes almost all of his trust to do that, so he doesn’t appreciate his partner constantly bugging him about it; I feel as if he would reveal his face after many months or possibly years into the relationship or his s/o would happen to see his face on accident

- he enjoys a lively partner, but they must understand that he doesn’t like to laugh himself, even if they don’t know the reason yet, he still expects them to understand and be patient with him; though, I can see him developing a low (probs a lil creepy) chuckle in response to things he can’t hold back from because he genuinely finds his partner silly and adorable

- kissing obviously doesn’t really happen for a long time, not until he takes off his mask, but he blushes every single time his partner plants a kiss on it; these are times when he is super grateful for the mask as no one can tease him for his reddened face, though the flush along his neck kinda gives it away at times

- though he finds it a bit embarrassing, he thoroughly enjoys it when his partner plays with his hair; the feeling of their fingers running through it really relaxes him, he’ll typically ask them to do this after a really stressful day

- he’s actually really sweet with compliments! whether his s/o looks nice or they performed a task well, he’s gonna let them know how beautiful/amazing he thinks they are! it’s easy for him to admit these feelings because, again, he can hide his cheesy grin and flustered face behind that mask of his 

Smoker

- another stoic man, Smoker doesn’t do silly, so a partner who has a goofier personality doesn’t flow very well with his own; he needs someone serious and driven, like him

- Smoker’s career is a bit stressful, so having a peaceful lover to come home to is all he could ever ask for; simple small talk like “how was work?” or back rubs or dinner waiting for him on the table may seem mundane to others, but it’s simply the life for him

- on the flip side, I think he also enjoys a more sarcastic/teasing partner, someone to rile him up a bit day to day to keep things interesting; he doesn’t want boring, just someone mature with a hint of a playful side

- I can see him as the marriage type when the time is right; he definitely wants to settle down and have a family of his own one day

- falling for someone takes a lot out of Smoker, lots of sacrificing and willingness to commit, one needs to break down his walls in order for him to trust them and that is no easy feat

- so of course when Smoker trusts them, he really trusts them and he would do anything for them; this goes for any partner willing to be patient enough to earn his trust, once earned, he will never make them regret it

- has no fucking clue how to go about romance; he’ll try to get advice from Tashigi or Hina, but he never follows through as their advice is always “too embarrassing”  

- though he always tries to deny it, Smoker really loves a touchy partner; their soft hands on his own, their fingers tracing his skin, their arms wrapped around him, their lips on his body, it’s all just so comforting, helping to relax his entire being every time to the point he practically craves it

- he usually gets touch-starved during the day as he can’t accept affection while at work of course; so he comes home and practically demands his partner love every inch of his body to make up for it

- it really frustrates him, because there’s days (mostly paperwork days) when all he wants is to wrap them up in his arms, but he just can’t do that, so he’s ultimately distracted from work; he’ll take this opportunity to page them into his office for a quick cuddle session to put him back in the right mindset

- however, if his s/o ever tried to bother him during work without permission he would get a little frustrated; not that he’s upset to see them but god, do they not realize how much of a distraction their cute little face is? so he’ll usually ask them not to bother him during work, maybe sounding a bit harsh about it, but it’s really because he can’t focus when they’re around as when they are around, he can only focus on them!

- with affection in public, he makes do with sneaky gestures like passing touches, bumping shoulders, or even lil booty taps; other than that, he asks his partner to respect his wishes on no PDA as that could severely ruin his reputation (mostly it makes him all flustered)

- treats his s/o like a teammate rather than a best friend or strictly a lover; he sees relationships as very team-oriented as you are on the same side and you always have each other’s backs, tackling day-to-day tasks and conquering whatever you need to together

- now, he can be a bit obstinate, so annoying arguments can ensue every now and then as he just doesn’t budge on his opinions sometimes, but he’s also obstinate in his love for his partner so…it’s not all bad?

- he cares a lot about his partner’s health so I can see him having a bit of a coach-like personality around them sometimes, but he only means well; if his partner doesn’t like this, he’s willing to adjust

- Smoker can be very uplifting as he gets proud of his partner a lot; these are the times when he tells them with words how incredible he thinks they are; sometimes he gets so overwhelmed by how proud he is that he finds himself bragging to others about them

- other than that, Smoker is a bit awkward with loving words; he wants to tell them he thinks they’re beautiful/handsome or that they mean the world to him, but he doesn’t like the way it makes his stomach twist and turn or the way his body rises to dangerous temperatures every time he tries to utter these endearments, so he settles with private physical affection to express his adoration for his s/o

- he gets real blushy with an s/o who praises or dotes on him; he appreciates the love and awkwardly accepts it, but it just feels wrong, he’s the one who is supposed to spoil them!

- though he’s a burly man, he’s surprisingly a very gentle lover, expressing his love through soft kisses and gentle caresses; he doesn’t realize how romantic he can be when expressing physical affection

- very protective with a bit of a jealous side that he doesn’t really try to hide!

[steves-on-a-plane]

Dont Get Attached (Pt 18)

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven/ Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen / Part Fifteen / Part Sixteen / Part Seventeen

Words: 1350 Connor x Daughter!Reader W/ Dad!Hank Anderson  Summary: No longer running for their lives, Connor takes a minute to asses Reader's injuries and decides stitches will be needed to repair the damage. He wants to take her to the hospital, but she worries this will put him at unnecessary risk. 

“Ooof.” You hissed before throwing yourself into the passenger’s seat of your own car.  The door was swung open wide and your legs dangled outside of the vehicle. You leaned to the side, pressing your head against the dashboard. The exact details of your escape from Jericho were fuzzy. You remembered everything in frozen stills; like photographs.

The family of androids huddled together, sitting on top cases of replacement thirium. Connor pointing his gun at Marcus. Running through the ship, trying to avoid being killed. The horror of being caught by one of the soldiers. Being lucky that he believed Connor’s passable lies.

“[Y/N?” Connor crouched down so that you could see his face. Your eyes snapped over to him, but it seemed your memories weren’t the only thing that was fuzzy. You squinted, struggling to keep Connor’s face in focus.

“You’ve lost a lot of blood from your leg.” He had said it so calmly. Monotone, in only a way that an android could be. “[Y/N], can you hear me?”

“Y-yeah.” You told him slowly. Your head felt light and your limbs heavy.

“I’m going to have to move your legs.” He explained. “I need to get you in the car so that I can take you to the hospital. Your left leg needs stitches.”

“Hospital?” You frowned. “No. You can’t. You’re an android. They’ll send you back to Cyberlife. They might replace you. Disassemble you.”

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take.” Connor decided. “I promised Hank I would keep you safe.”

“He’d kill me if he found out I let anyone take you.” You argued. “Especially now that you’re…”

“We don’t have time to argue, [Y/N].” Connor told you firmly. He reached for your legs to begin moving them into the car but you stopped him.

“Wait. I have an idea.” You adjusted yourself so that you could open your car’s glove box. You dug around with shaky hands until you found an emergency sewing kit.

“[Y/N], no.” Connor shook his head. “It’s not sterile. The risk of infection…”

“There’s half a bottle of whisky under the seat.” You gestured towards the backseat of your car. Connor looked at you incredulously before opening the car’s back door and dipping his head down. “It’s the one we found Dad with awhile back. It’s been rolling around in my car since I took it from him. Sewing kit for sutures and whiskey to sterilize. Everything you need.”

“[Y/N]…” Connor looked between the sewing kit in your lap and the bottle in his hands. “The hospital will have skilled surgeons, proper antiseptic and pain medicine or anesthesia…”

“And probably cops or representatives from Cyberlife.” You continued for him. “Maybe even deviant androids who want to hurt humans. You promised Dad you’d keep me safe? This is how you do that. Now, hurry up before I change my mind.”

Connor collected the sewing kit from your lap, still looking decidedly unhappy about the situation. He set everything on the hood of your car. He opened the sewing kit and looped black thread through a needle of what he thought was the appropriate gauge. He uncapped the whiskey and poured a generous amount over the needle and thread. At last he stood over you prepared to begin. He hesitated again.

“[Y/N], I’ll need to remove your pants to clean the…” His sentence trailed off.

“A minute ago, I was so bad off I needed to be carted away to the hospital. Now you’re comfortable letting me bleed to death in a parking lot because of some bullshit modesty programing?” You scoffed, already unbuttoning your jeans. If you weren’t so out of it, you might have noticed Connor bowing his head to hide the smirk on his face. You sounded just like Hank.

“Are we gonna do this or what?” You huffed. There was a hint of annoyance in your voice and a slight amusement but both of those only masked pain and fear. This time Connor didn’t laugh at how much you sounded like the Lieutenant.

You knew you’d want to scream before he even began pouring the brown colored liquid onto your thigh. Bracing for the pain, you shoved the sleeve of Connor’s jacket into your mouth. The Parking lot was relatively abandoned this time of night, but you couldn’t risk alerting humans or android to your position.

“Give me that will, ya?” You motioned for the bottle as Connor moved to set it down. Connor handed it over, no questions asked. You held the bottle by the neck and gulped a mouthful of whiskey down. It didn’t dull the pain in your leg but the sweet and sour taste distracted you momentarily from the needle Connor had begun poking into your skin.

Connor was glad that androids didn’t need to breath. If they did, he was certain he wouldn’t be about to work without shaky hands as he could now. He felt you wince beneath his touch as he tugged the needle through your soft skin. Humans are so fragile. He lamented, still trying to remain focused on the task at hand. Your face was slowly draining of color, but by his calculations you hadn’t lost more than a pint of blood yet. That was good all things considered. Humans would donate roughly that amount to blood banks and their bodies could replenish it entirely unaided in a matter of weeks.

Connor tried to work quickly, both to stop the bleeding and to not prolong your pain. The regrettable side effect of this was that his stitching was haphazard, uneven. He wasn’t a medical android after all. As he continued on, Connor felt guilty? He supposed that’s what a human would call it. Emotions were all so new to him that he had no way of knowing for sure.

His inexperienced stitching would leave scars. Scars that you would have because of him. Scars from an injury you had sustained because of him. Because he’d let you come along with him when he shouldn’t have. He was almost certain that if he had a stomach it would feel tight and knotted as humans describe. Yes, he was certain. This was guilt.

“See.” You exhaled when you felt him finish off the last stitch. “I knew you could do it.”

“[Y/N], I’m…”

“Do me one last favor will you?” You asked, looking up at him. If Connor wasn’t sure that he was a fully functional machine,  he would have thought his thirium pump had skipped a beat. The way you looked up at him wasn’t accusatory or angry. Somehow this made his guilt worse. “I’ve got a clean pair of sweatpants in my trunk.” You explained, holding out your car keys for him.

“Of course, [Y/N].” He nodded before leaving to retrieve your desired clothing item. Connor cleaned up his makeshift medical bay, replacing Hank’s whiskey under your back seat and the sewing kit in the glove box.

You stood up slowly to pull your pants the rest of the way on. You staggered slightly and a hiss of pain escaped your mouth as the pants brushed against your sutures. Luckily Connor was there. He held you upright by the elbows until you could steady yourself.

“Thank you.” You said to him. “I know that wasn’t easy. Where to now?”

“I’m taking you home.” Connor insisted.

“Connor, no.” You shook your head. “I can’t go home now. Not after seeing what I saw. People need to know Androids are alive. They have emotions. They have families! They deserve to be free!”

“[Y/N], I can’t keep putting you in danger.” He argued.

“Why should the safety of one-person matter more than hundreds or thousands of other lives?” You asked him.

“Because…” Connor’s face twisted in frustration. It was a new expression. Something you hadn’t seem from him before. He didn’t say anything for a long time and you thought maybe you’d broken him. You reached out and touched his cheek. You could feel the whirl of biocomponents under his warm synthetic skin.

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[batflowerghoul-blog]

The Chronicles of Wiesbaden & Munich

Okay, it's finally story time! I recommend you to make it yourself comfortable, maybe with a cup of tea or coffee, because this is going to be one hell of a long ass post. Here we go!

Wiesbaden, 09.04.17

For some reason I slept like a baby the night before, even though we're talking about my first Ritual ever! Anyways, I was excited as fuck, obviously and fortunately overcame dat ghost drama depression™ . I wanted to make sure to be front row, so I showed up pretty early in Wiesbaden and met up with the lovely @inamorata13, who I met through tumblr, and we settled at the venue. We were only a handful of people and it was like.. uh 12:30 pm, I guess. The weather was fantastic throughout the whole day, I even had to use sunscreen, especially on my new back tattoo, because I was only in my white summer dress at some point. White dress? Yeah, I dressed up as an angel just as I have planed for ages haha. Fun Fact: I refused to look at these ‘Ghoul's-identity-revealed-pics’ that have been going around in numerous facebook groups, because I mean, I know a lot.. lot about the old Ghouls, but the new ones??? Well, so I wanted to make the best out of this situation and get to know how it feels like to have no clue at all who's behind the masks. It didn't take too long, until I got to know how new Earth looks, though. He was basically strolling around the venue and I asked @inamorata13 “who dis” and I got my answer. He also waved to us and I waved back thinking like “I have no idea who you are, but he Earf”. (Okay, I guess I shouldn't write, while it's already past midnight.) Ma gurl's friends joined us soon and the wait was real chill with beer and keeping watch for Ghouls, who I had no idea who to look for (I could've suspected anyone haha) or him. At some point, apparently Fire made his way through the crowd and I missed him, good job Vanessa. I was shown a picture of him though and woah, dat boi's hot.

Nothing too spectacular happened then, until we finally got to be inside and BINGO BABY FRONT ROW. We were standing center-right, in front of Fire - whereas I was rather standing between Papa and Fire. The girls have seen Ghost a few times on this tour already so they knew their spot. The opening band Zombi was.. uh, okay. Not exactly my cup of tea. I really dig instrumental stuff, don't get me wrong, but I feel like something's missing in their sound, like a singer, who will lull you in some kind of daze with these hypnotic tunes in the background. But only the latter for 45 minutes was a little.. boring. Sorry.

Once they started playing Masked Ball, I had this "THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING RIGHT NOW"-moment and before I even could comprehend what was happenening, these fuckers already started out with Square Hammer. Saying that I was shook, is a bloody understatement. I honestly don't know, if I was "eye-fucked" by Papa or the Ghouls, I guess so (?), I was way too busy trying to take everything in though. Which is pretty hard with everything that is going on there. These ghouls are very animated and interact a lot with the crowd as well as with each other. Beforehand, I was really gutted, because damn, I got way too attached to the old ghouls (which is also partly Papa's fault for making them kinda important and establishing them as actual characters *cough*), so my heart got kinda.. ripped out? I would've given a limb to have gotten the chance to see these old nerds. I'd still do. But all of this shouldn't belittle how much these new ghouls kick ass. There's nothing to complain about - even Air wasn't sitting that much and played that Mummy Dust solo himself, well done.

However, around mid-show, there was a drunk guy pushing his way up to the front, until he was second row a little left from me. He was cautionend by the security numerous times (in my opinion they should've kicked him out right from the start) and finally, he was bad news. He would flash his finger at Papa and call him names, we even have him screaming "Stop fucking around!" on video, while Papa was giving a small speech (can't exactly remember which one - need to check on my stuff). Anyways, I got really mad at that guy, because sure, everyone is entitled to their very own opinion and if you don't agree with has been going on, that is absolutely okay, but nobody needs this bullshit. If you don't want to support Ghost, or more specifically him, anymore, no hard feelings buddy, you do you, but then just stay the fuck away from a concert, where people want to have a good fucking time. The show was sold out, he could’ve sold his ticket. Easy, eh? Oh, and he noticed. Papa noticed and I too noticed him noticing it. Notiception.

Like sometime inbetween he was kinda hissing, how was it, something like "I can see your face. Better change that." The sass is real. The sass got even realer, when one of the Mummy Dust bills fell on stage and Papa picked it up, folded it once, put it between his lips and was - what I would say - looking demonstratively at the crowd. Touché.

Also, Water was in front of us, and I was cheering at him and he threw his pick at me... aaaand I caught it! I'm really bad at catching things during concerts, but those were a+++ reaction skills of mine. Ah well, actually he threw it more or less right in my hands.

Ma gurl also gave me Fire's pick, because she already has one and ahhhh, thank you again ♥.

Overall, time has flown by and yes, apart from that fucktard on my left, I forgot about this whole drama llama shit and had the time of my life. Before Monstrance Clock came on, Papa asked, who was seeing them for the first time and I raised my hand, like "ye it me" and my friends also pointed at me. Then, he looked at me and started asking me questions how I like it and stuff and I was dying inside (the good kind). From there on, he gave his female orgasm speech (watered down though, his speeches weren't too long each, which is kinda understandable) and I still kinda felt addressed, being that red-faced, unsullied angel (these wings were annoying as fuck, even though they are super small). 

And then poof, the show was over.

After grabbing our stuff, we went to the bus, waiting.

Pretty soon, Fire came out and let's just say that he is very, very handsome to say the least. He actually recognized my friends, since they've been on his side a few times already and I, well.. poof, my social skills where gone. So basically, I ended up being an awkward bystander, hardly able to ask them if they can sign my stuff. I mean, I have spoken to band members before, like super casually (ahh Avatar come back), because I like having a good chat (as much as I like writing lol), but sometimes.. yeah sometimes, my social awkardness level is going through the roof and I can't even hold a normal conversation. Good timing, I would say. Aether was really nice and seemed to be that outgoing, approachable guy, Water stayed in the Bus after walking by us. I didn't see Air or Earth either. But then, he came out. I was not ready. 

In an attempt not to stare at him bluntly, I looked back at my friend and she told me to look at him as long as I have the chance to. He made his way through the - more or less - circle and he was about to reach us soon. I wasn't prepared, but I got pushed forward and from this point on things went downhill big time. He was looking at me and whatever was left from my ability to human correctly disappeared. I tried to tell him, that it was my first concert and very special to me (also, as an lowkey attempt, to see if he would remember talking to me in Papa-mode) and he was giving me the look. I have read a little about it already, that puzzled look. That "I-have-no-idea-what-you-just-said"-look. Ouch. I don't want to sound arrogant, but my english is pretty good, I've always had a thing for it and I've been living abroad for a little while last year, but I don't know man. I guess, I wasn’t speaking loud enough, or something. Ugh. The tragedy continued as - after signing my ticket - I tried to be funny and ask him if I may invade his personal space by hugging him. I tried. And fuck me - I got the look again, the look. That light forehead-wrinkle-look. I think, I tried to repeat myself and at least he got the word 'hug' and suddenly I was in his arms and I mean, that's super cute and the hug was tighter than I had expected, but I was just too confused from this whole situation and my mind has gone blank. If I would be a normal functioning human being, I would've enjoyed that hug a lot more, but I just wanted to die right at the spot (not literally, but I think, you get what I mean), haha. He thanked us all for coming out numerous times and from what I could observe (at least) he appeared to be just as I have heard. I would describe him as very polite and friendly, with some sort of professional detachment - if that's the right word. Sure, after current events, I would describe the whole atmosphere as kinda tense, not to speak of my apocalyptic mood on a side note. Anyways, it was a blessing to see him and to get hugged by him, but also kind of a curse - considering the 'how'.

I continued to whine about why I'm such a weird potato and that whenever something is really important to me I screw it up for a good 30 minutes, thank you friend for bearing with me. Now, that I'm typing this, I can't help but smile to myself. Eternally complaining about it will get me nowhere and it's kind of a funny story. A bit tragic, but peculiar. And that's where the ‘Wiesbaden’-part ends. Way to go.

Munich, 23.04.17

A bit more than a week before this ritual I had quite the accident and basically the whole left half of my face got bruised/injured – not to speak that half my left front tooth broke off, as well as a little next to it. They were reconstructed provisionally, at least – but I wasn't sure, how far my healing process would progress until the Sunday of the Ritual. Long story short, my bruises almost faded (except for the ones on my knuckles and knee), as well as my black eye, which is pretty good, but I got some sort of braces to stabilize my tooth (they will come out next week) and so, I involuntarily exchanged my angel costume with a 13-year old's costume, lol. They aren't too visible though, but let's just say that my self esteem sunk pretty much during these days and I wasn't sure if I could get all of this out of my head (thinking about the impact is still giving me goosebumps oops).

To get straight to the point: I had a fucking wonderful day! For this ritual I too met up with @inamorata13 and her partner in crime, as well as @music-is-the-passion and not least my brother. 

I was the first one to arrive at the venue from our group, which was around 1 pm, there were only 4 more there and we had no idea where to start the queue. Once things were settled, we saved our spot with our bags and I waited for the others to join. 

Apparently, Papa was seen by the others just a good minute before I showed up – once again, good job Vanessa.

An hour later or so, most of the ghouls went from their tour bus into the venue and passed by us. Water called us 'children', I think (cheeky much, huh), Aether took his time to sign some stuff and chatted a little with us, Earth came out again just to talk to us, which was a super nice surprise and I already got him to sign my ticket from Wiesbaden. He asked ma gurls (who have seen them a few times already on this tour) where they're from, whereas I was kinda deep in my thoughts, when I felt someone poking my shoulder. It was him and he asked me aswell, where I was from and guess what – this time I didn't fail on being a decent human being and gave him a comprehensible answer. We talked for a bit longer and damn, throughout the whole day my social skills where a+++ (by my standards) – nothing could stop me. Afterwards, he also went inside the venue.

Overall, the wait was super fun actually. The weather was a lot different than Wiesbaden, since it was windy and cold, but we had whisky and beer to keep us warm, haha. Also, despite everything that has happened recently, I was in a great mood and as bubbly as ever, so we were laughing a lot and took pictures, etc. Time was flying and the queue got longer and longer, but my spot in the front was saved anyway, so I still ran around like an idiot, because I couldn't sit still.

Sometime the window of the venue (2nd floor) was opened and I heard someone randomly yelling, before it got closed again. I haven't seen who it was, but somehow I suspect it to be Aether.

Shortly before they started letting people enter, I joked around because of my braces and asked the security guy, if I need to show my ID then, considering how young I look now. I didn't need to and we found ourselves at the same spot like in Wiesbaden. The stage was bigger though and a bit farther away from the barricade. It was also quite cold inside the venue, so we danced as much as we could during Zombi.

And then it begun. Finally.  Obviously, we went batshit crazy – my brother to my left, @inamorata13 to my right once again. Even writing a novel about how great their show is wouldn't do them justice – so let's just say that it was phenomenal. The light show was beautiful – better than in Wiesbaden, which most definitely sterns from the bigger venue, the sound crystal clear, so a big shout-out to Ghost's light and sound techs! You're doing a great job!

I also noticed lots of things, I didn't during my first Ritual: Papa's infamous air humping, Fire and Water carrying out a dramatic battle, and so forth. During his speech before Body And Blood, while he was explaining, that these Sisters of Sin would give us a physical gif, he referred to my brother, that it's not that kind of physical considering him smiling lika a Cheshire cat – it was too funny.

Towards the end, he came down near the pit to thank us all and I cheered pretty loud, which led him to point at me and nod, if I remember correctly. I didn't catch anything this ritual, but since I already own two picks, there's nothing to object to. Once the lights went out, I made my way to the bar and drank a coke, as if my life would depend on it. My circulations was pretty fucked, after all haha. 

Then, we went to the merch table and I bought the Monroe-shirt and I'm so in love with it! I also encountered two cosplayers (Papa Emeritus II and A Nameless Ghoul Air) and they looked so damn accurate that I asked them for a group picture, they were super nice and in this moment I felt like being at a Con.

Of course, we started waiting at the tour bus again and lemme tell you.. it was so fucking cold, holy shit. I thought, that I was warmly dressed, but nope, I've never been so wrong.

After a little while, Water came out and he actually signed stuff (???). He said himself that normally he doesn't, but he feels so sorry for us waiting in the cold and so there he was. I asked him to sign my brothers stuff, before he put the upside down triangle on my ticket (so I've got all of em.. except Air) and my nose was free enough to notice that he smelled like weed – not that I'm complaining. He also used my back numerous times  for signing this and that. Once again, not that I'm complaining. Dude's super chill. We thanked him and he thanked us, before heading into the tour bus.

Another while later, Fire came out – I don't know where to start. There was a woman, who gave him some sort of present, that was intended for Papa actually and didn't really understand what he was saying and.. uh, the situation was really weird, I could go more into detail, but let's just say that I cringed a little (and yes, this time I wasn't the reason for it weeeh). At the end, she took the bun by asking him if he could give her a kiss on the cheek. And he did. Like, I could hear the smooch pretty clearly and in fact, I was impressed – he's not doing things half-heartedly. Aside from signing stuff, he also gave hugs and laughed while saying “free hugs”. He's just super sweet, period. 

Once it was my turn, I asked him to sign the CD of my brother and I also whispered “I too am here for the free hugs”, being the creep that I am. He smiled and opened his arms. I hope, he didn't hear me gasp for air, because I was just so shocked (in the best way) about how tight I'd be embraced by him. Thinking back to it, makes my knees a little weak to be honest. Be assured, that if you ask him for a hug, it definitely won't be a half-assed one.

I can confidently confirm the same about Aether. He is just an ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART, hands down. Now, let me explain why: After Fire left, he came out and greeted us all, signing stuff, thanking everyone, etc. I too asked him to get my brothers stuff signed and (since I've got mine in Wiesbaden) I had nothing left to do, than ask him for a hug aswell, huehauheuha. He said “Of course!” and it was one of the greatest bear hugs I've ever been in. Like the ones, where you sway around a little, if that makes sense. Not to mention, of how good he smelled – woah, I should've asked him about what perfume he uses. He said that I was really cold, which wasn't a miracle considereing that we were standing for a good two hours outside already and once we parted, I could smell that nice scent on myself too. He stayed outside with us for so long and woah, we spoke a lot about various things. I don't wanna write out too much of it, because I rather want to treasure this more privately instead of screaming it outside into the world, if ya get what I mean, but I/we got to know quite some stuff about him and he is just incredibly nice and fun to be around. He talked about how difficult it was to remember the whole coreography onstage and during his first show as a ghoul he thought like ‘shit, I'm definitely in the wrong place now' and started to shuffle around, it was hilarious. 

After having spent a good 40 minutes or so (?) with us, he too went back to the bus – it was cold as heck after all and so we continued waiting for the one and only Papa.

And we waited. And waited.

And suddenly Aether came back out again with lots of beers in his arms and handed each and everyone of us one, plus opened them. It was Belgian stout, because it might could warm us a little, he said and that was the absolute kindest gesture, I was mentally in tears. So equipped with bear we carried on with waiting.

The metros didn't run anymore and at some point I had to give thought to organizing a taxi.. our train departed at half past 3 and the venue was a good 15-20 minutes drive away from the train station. 

Ultimately, my brother and I, we had to take the cab at 2:45 am and so we missed him unfortunately.   So yes, basically one hour wait was kinda for nothing and I couldn't feel my feet anymore, so where the heck was homeboi T??? @inamorata13 could stay longer and I got to know, that he came out shortly after 3 am and didn't expect people to be still waiting. So, he apologized a few times and signed stuff, etc. before heading to the bus shortly after.

Man, I wish I could've met him once again to make up for Wiesbaden, but oh well, life isn't always a bowl of cherries. Meeting him would've been the golden cherry on top of a big-ass, insanely-delicious sundae that this day has been, so for the third time: I can't complain. 

What followed was a heavy, fucking case of post concert depression, but I'm mostly over it now, especially since I've booked flights for Stockholm in September, huehauheuha.

Yeah, that's it. Thanks for reading, if you have reached this far. I've always loved reading these stories and now, that I finally got to seem them too, I just had to write these unforgettable experiences down :)

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 Christian Pucey is twenty-threeyears old, works as an Auror and was formerly in the house Slytherin

                                               ❝  There’s a mask that covers everybody’s secrets and intentions.

↳ Magic

Christian like his father before him is a water elemental. His affinity is moderate, enough to impress younger people, but not strong enough to take on the strongest earth elementals. But his training to be an auror made him very talented, so he knows how to use his powers in a very smart way.

↳ BACKSTORY

Since his early childhood, Christian was born into a childhood of both pain and loss. At the age of seven, Lillian Pucey had taken her life in front of her children. Having two younger siblings, Darius and Melinda, Christian automatically stepped up to make sure that neither got hurt from Adrian. Christian’s life used to consist of following the rules and doing as he was told. As the first born, Christian had tried his best to satisfy Adrian, but only succeeded in being sorted in Slytherin. Not being named prefect or Quidditch captain had its consequences of the Pucey household, consequences that left him immobilized almost all summer of his fourth year when he wasn’t named prefect. On his sixth year when Zach Turner Smith, who was one year younger than him made Quidditch captain had new consequences. Adrian never repeated the same punishment twice, getting more imaginative on his children’s beatings.

Tired of being a rag doll, Christian realized that he did have a say in what he did. He didn’t have to live to make his father proud, but live to make himself proud. Being aware of the war has also shaped him as an individual. Christian’s rebellion started during his fifth year, this time attempting to make himself known to the school. No longer a meek child, Christian started rebelling completely.. His biggest step was shaping up his grades and becoming involved in the auror program during his seventh year. At first, Christian kept it hidden, but realized that it would be completely useless. His latest step was breaking off his engagement to Camille Flint, an arrangement created by his father. By doing that he was telling the world -- i am no longer connected to the Pucey name.

What he did keep secret was the fact that he was dating Delphina. At first it started as a bet to who can shag her first, Christian no longer has any intentions to do so. He lost his interest in the bet ( and became very guilty about using her like that ) and well, Jonathan began to show an interest in her   and he is very scary. Though he doesn’t have many friends, he tries to keep both Lily as close to him as possible, though he refuses to bring anyone else into his screwed up life. What started as a mindless connection and a good shag became his best friend. They are the sort of people who don’t need to talk to each other to communicate, one flicker of his eyes and she knows he is lying, one smile that stretches too much on her face and he knows she is overworking herself. During his hogwarts years he was sometimes guilty of being the reason she was overworking herself -- when he started separating himself from the Pucey name his father became angrier, which meant more beatings that she took upon herself to heal (an ability she had to learn basically from scratch, since all she knew was how to deal with simple quidditch injuries).

He is now an auror, by his request he was stationed in hogsmeade where he can keep an eye on his younger siblings. His relationship with them suffered greatly, it doesn’t matter that he sacrificed himself a lot for them -- they are Pucey’s and they stick together. His relationship with Melinda is better than the one he has with Darius, but it’s still very awkard and stalled, their conversations don’t flow and he can’t seem to connect with her, they live in two different worlds right now. He adores her, she is his younger sister, but there is nothing right now connecting them except blood.

↳ PERSONALITY TRAITS

» {+ charming, protective, independent  } 

» {- stubborn secretive, dishonest, } 

↳ BASICS

» blood status:  pureblood

» elemental power: water

» affinity level: moderate + lots of training

» date of birth: October 2nd

» wand: 9 ½”, pine, pheonix feather, unyielding 

» faceclaim: Michael Trevino

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