#Subway FC

[abrantepakjunyor]

Thomas Quaye, a former Hearts of Oak legend, has been declared dead.

According to the family, Thomas Quaye passed away on Sunday, May 21, 2023, in the 37 Military Hospital after a protracted fight with a cerebrovascular accident. Quaye began playing organized football at Ken Harrison in Mamprobi, then moved on to Tejitex, the youth team of Hearts of Oak, and finally the State Transport Company Soccer Team. With players like Benjamin Adjei, Shamo Quaye, Ebenezer…

[pernillecfcw]

How it started :

How it ended :

[sege-h]

This was me realizing there's a certain dynamic I tend to get attached to SHDGSHDHSH

V belongs to @riftclaw

[bipolar-sad-and-ready-to-cry]

SCREW IT I AM GONNA SHARE AN AU BASED ON A DREAM I HAD BECAUSE MY BRAIN WONT LET ME DRAW!!!!

I would explain the dream but it kinda makes no sense all I can say is Bloodmoon twins were in separate bodies, one of them really wanted subway sandwiches and by the end of it they had brain damage!

SO I INTRODUCE YOU ALL TO…

Brain damaged Bloodmoon

The AU takes place after they were split by Frank (and after old moon came back), instead of deciding to try and kill Foxy and FC after defeating the Stitchwraith they decided to run away and be free! Which lead to them figuring out that they don’t have to live off of blood (but they can have a little O- as a treat) which also lead them into trying new foods. Anyways one of them climbed a skyscraper to get a better look at an add for a subway sandwich but he got a very lethal amount of volts and fell but somehow lived! Sun saw it all happen and even though he is scared of the twins he offered to help see if they can fix what’s wrong with the injured one (spoiler he can’t be fixed).

Bloody (the brain damaged one) has regressed to the mental age of a toddler, his legs sometimes don’t work, he goes non verbal at times and is now half blind, oh and he legitimately thinks Sun is his mama.

Harvest is traumatised by the accident, he is very protective of Bloody and almost always by his side, he eventually trusts the others enough to leave him alone with them, he call others what Bloody calls them (if Bloody calls Sun ‘mama’ then Harvest calls Sun ‘mama’, if Bloody calls Moon ‘uncle Moon’ then Harvest calls Moon ‘uncle Moon’ so on so forth).

How does Sun feel about being called Mama by the twins he is so terrified of? He is a bit hesitant at first till he spends less than a day with them like this, he loves his newly adopted sons.

If you guys don’t like the AU that’s fine but I love my Brain damaged boy so I might post more of him later!

After I pass out

[alj4890]

Comfort

(Ethan Ramsey x F!MC) in a Choices Open Heart One Shot

As requested by

@hopelessromantic1352 with the prompt "You can't keep doing this."

A/N Here you go my sweet friend. Thank you for sending these requests to me to help with inspiration. I know you specifically wanted this one with both Ethan and Chris, so I'm going back to book 1 for you so that Tobias won't steal her away 😉

I was also inspired by the Dr. Who gifs below for this one. For those who don't know, Karen Gillian is my FC for Chris Valentine. Don't worry, I'm not making Matt Smith my FC for Ethan 😂 This interaction though reminded me of something Ethan and Chris would have done and it fit my idea for the above prompt.

Masterlist

It was too much. All of it was more than Chris could take. Tears blurred her vision as she finally had a chance to react to the mayhem she'd just finished being a part of.

Ripping off the surgical scrubs covered in Rafael's blood, she dashed blindly down the corridor. Her breaths hitched as sobs threatened to spill out. All she could think of was running away from the absolute hell of the subway accident. She needed to get as far as she could before losing her strained hold on her emotions.

Ignoring the alarm of the exhausted nurses and doctors, she ran past them without saying a word.

She stumbled out of one of the side doors of the hospital and barreled into a familiar solid form.

Ethan grunted on impact. He grasped her arms once he recognized her.

"Chris?" He leaned down closer to see her more clearly in the darkness. "What happened?"

Tears began to spill down her cheeks. Of all the people in the world she could possibly bump into at this moment, it would be him.

"I have to go." She choked out, wrenching herself from his grasp.

He grabbed her once more to stop her escape.

"Are you all right?" He demanded in a harsh voice while giving her a slight shake.

There were few things in this world he could not tolerate and seeing Chris in this emotional state topped that list.

"No!" She cried out, her voice echoing across the parking lot.

In a jumble or words and sobs, she managed to tell him about the rush of patients they had in the emergency room.

Once her ability to speak became impossible, he gripped her hand and took her back into the hospital.

"No. I don't want to go back inside!" she struggled against his hold.

She stilled as he led her up the emergency stairwell towards the roof.

He chose a spot overlooking Boston and sat down.

Ethan glanced up and saw she was immobile once again with tears falling in steady streams down her cheeks. Taking her hand, he tugged her down.

She collapsed beside him and buried her head against her knees, her body wracked with silent cries.

He'd seen her like this before. When Delores died, she'd been unable to stop her tears. He'd found her alone in the locker room, silently crying at the unfairness of it all.

Setting his hand on her shoulder, he gently pulled her closer to his side.

"You can't keep doing this, Chris." He told her. "If you keep taking death to heart like this, then being a doctor will destroy you."

She wiped her eyes, and settled her chin on her knees.

"I know that." She said in a voice cracking with emotion. "But it was so much, Ethan. Everywhere I turned there was someone in the midst of dying or who was screaming in pain. I wanted to fix it all but I couldn't."

"Did you help them?" He asked.

"If you can call it that." She said bitterly. "I assessed, tagged, and moved on like Zaid told me to."

He squeezed her in a side hug. "I never doubted for a moment that you did the right thing."

His comforting touch and praise tore at her heart.

"Don't." She pleaded. "Don't be nice to me right now."

Chris could feel the tears rising once more. After all they felt for one another, his quitting, and now showing up when she needed him most; she thought she would truly break if he was kind to her.

She rested her head on his shoulder, nuzzling close to him once his arm dropped. "Please sit here with me, but don't be nice."

Ethan leaned his head against hers and snorted. "Everyone complains when I'm not nice and yet here you are demanding the opposite."

Chris bit back a tearful smile. "I think this is one request of mine you're willing to give in."

"I think we both know I always give in to what you want."

"If that were true, you wouldn't have left Edenbrook." She mumbled. "And you wouldn't have left me."

He cursed. "Chris, you know why I left Edenbrook. And as for you..."

He trailed off.

She looked up at him.

"As for me?"

He met her red rimmed eyes and felt his will falter. He'd once had such plans to protect and guide her career forward. He was going to not only show her how to be a doctor but watch as she became a great one. He'd ended up doing nothing but letting her down in the end. He'd failed to keep his unexpected feelings for her in check and he'd failed her as a mentor.

Seeing the quiet anguish he was under, she nestled her head back on his shoulder, leaving the issue alone for once.

He swallowed the words that were demanding to come out. He wanted to tell her he'd never leave her. He would always want her.

He loved her.

I'm not worthy to tell her anything like that, he thought to himself. Not now, possibly not ever.

"What are you doing here?" She asked after a long stretch of silence.

"Marlene left me a message saying that the hospital needed all the help they could get." He answered, grateful she wasn't pushing him into revealing more of what he wasn't ready for.

"What took you so long?" She playfully nudged him with her elbow.

A hint of smile appeared on her face when she heard his exasperated groan.

"I was out of town, Rookie." He grumbled.

"Having a good time?" She asked.

"I wouldn't say that." He muttered. "I went to see my dad and then I went on to--"

He bit his tongue. He couldn't get her hopes up that his visits to Mrs. Martinez's family would come to any good.

"To where?" She asked.

"Nowhere in particular." He lied. "I needed to drive and clear my head."

"I think I need a vacation like that." She mumbled. "I wish I could forget and leave everything behind for a while."

He wrapped his arm around her once more. "It's a pipe dream. There's no way you can fully leave everything behind, no matter how badly you want to."

"How badly did you want to?"

"More than anything."

She slipped her arms around his waist and hugged him.

He held her, taking every bit of comfort she was willing to give him. It's ironic, he thought. He'd brought her up here to comfort her. He had no intentions of letting her know his own struggles.

Ethan should have known that out of everyone he knew, Chris would know what he was feeling. Not only that, she would also give him exactly what he needed from her in this moment.

Neither was sure how long they sat there, holding one another. The soothing hum of the city below them and the stars above were all they needed as they sat together in companionable silence.

When the first blush of dawn began to light the sky, Ethan whispered that he'd take her home.

He got up first and offered his hand to Chris.

She lifted her tear stained face up to smile softly at him.

Taking his hand, she stood up and was pulled into his embrace. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead when she slipped her arms around him again.

"You're going to be okay." He said, lips brushing hers with each word.

She nodded, her eyes meeting his after one last sweet kiss.

"We both will." She vowed.

Together, hand in hand, they went off to face another day.

[stupid-at0]

My mf smiling friends oc,fc,sona?

measures 5 subways and she has parasites lol idk

[lifefcrged]

Additional side blogs here atm are; @ambitionfcrged @nomadfcrged @balladfcrged @faithfcrged their blurbs can be found under the cut so you can see if you want to follow / write with them! They are all open to plotting and scheming if anyone would like to interact w/ them lmk !! additional info for melody & dante can now be found on their blogs as well under BIO. tag!

also, now, we have amos burton, from the expanse, @factiousfcrged - no blurb atm, he's open for any crossover or au or other verses.

WILLIAM; fc adam dr*ver. mutant / superhuman.

Mutant / super human OC w/ electrokinesis; the ability to control & manipulate electricity from the minute amounts in organic cells to lightning strikes. He also has an abnormally long lifespan and decreased aging. He is a willing recruit to HYDRA or whatever compatible evil power hungry group exists in any particular fandom; Vought, Brotherhood of Mutants, the Sith, the Empire, whatever organization he feels will gain him the most power, protection and prestige. He is a sadomasochist, he craves power above anything else and will do whatever he wants, whatever he thinks he has to, to get it. He is not a nice guy. He is not redeemable. Any emotions he has that might be construed as love or affection by outside parties are only mimicries of those - he may even think that he loves someone (he's pansexual) but it's only in a way that serves him, only if they please him, only if whatever they're doing and how they live in some way contributes to helping him. He is controlling and obsessive. He is calculating and vindictive. He is not going to change his ways for anyone other than maybe on some surface level because he thinks it'll help him get further with them / their cause if that will help him in some way.

MELODY; fc elizabeth ols*n. tog immortal.

The Old Guard oc. Teaches music at elementary, high school and secondary education levels as well as private lessons. Plays piano and violin. Brand new baby immortal. Makes a minor splash in news for being the sole survivor of a subway derailment; found in the rubble not only alive, but unscathed. More to come.

ARMAN; fc rahul k*hli. mortal.

DOMINION original character. Saved from the pack of eight balls that killed his parents, as a child, a few short months after the end of the world, by the Archangel Gabriel. Given into the care of a higher Angel who was loyal to Gabriel inside the sanctuary city of Vega to be kept safe. After the massacre of High Angels and Michael’s attack on the guards & senator of Vega, he evacuated from the city to travel to find Gabriel to pledge his service and to try and find a way to bring hope back to the Angel who was once the most staunch defender of humanity.

DANTE; fc oscar is*ac. mortal. (maybe? undecided)

Ex US Army member. Discharged after he confronted his CO about an order he considered unlawful bc it would endanger civilians; not willing to risk the heat of bad PR fallout, military simply discharged him. Parents died when he was in his early twenties. His younger sister lives with their aunt in a yet tbd foreign country. He spent some time in a private mercenary unit; did not work out and he has since being primarily nomadic, hopping from city to city doing odd jobs like security, bodyguard, bouncer, bartender, etc for whether he can get decent pay under the table. Has a habit of landing in trouble bc he doesn’t like seeing people pushed around.

[celiastjamesoscar]

ew idk if I turned on my anon or not but like I kinda forgot if I sent it in but like…NOBODY IN NY IS HIRING AND I CSNT AFFORD EA FC. I got introuble for going out my way to see my favorite teachers (aka my mom) 🥷🏾

Don’t worry, you turned it on! I’m not, I have no idea what EA FC is, so please forgive me 😭 Your mom is a teacher? I’ve always wondered what’s its like to have a mom has a teacher, i bet it’s interesting

Also, I have been dying to ask you, how bad are the floods near you? I’ve seen a couple tiktoks just of the subways in NY and it looks awful

[ssruis]

People who clear all the songs on normal are so much stronger than me I ran out of coins and did a bunch and it was so fucking boring I need family guy funny moments or subway surfers gameplay over it or something.

I’ve had the game for ~200 days and this is literally the first time my normal FC count has gone into the double digits

[playedbetter]

Leah Info

Name: Leah Kravitz

Gender & Pronouns: Genderqueer (She/Ze)

Orientation: Lesbian

Age: 36

FC: Natasha Lyonne

Background

From the word go Leah was screwed as she was born the second daughter of her father, Joseph, and the first of the woman he had been cheating on his wife, April with. April stayed with Joseph but insisted that the mistress had to go, and that nobody but them would know Leah wasn't April's, to which Joseph obliged. Despite this April resented Leah as a symbol of her own failing marriage she refused to address.

Leah's childhood was a pretty normal middle class Brooklyn one, though with her older brother Aaron preferred over her, and once she was five her new little sister Zoey took the spotlight. Leah was and felt incredibly ignored as she tried to show off her drawings and homework and the barbies she had dressed up to her parents, and eventually she started acting out to try to get their attention, only to get in trouble instead.

Things only got more heated at home as she got older and started getting crushes on girls, which was something her parents weren't accepting of and wanted nothing to do with, eventually in her teen years threatening to kick her out if she didn't get a boyfriend, to which she'd get one and keep him as long as it took for them to calm down then make up an excuse to dump him. This happened so often she had to start picking up boys from different schools because of the rumors spread about her at her own.

Also in highschool she was struggling with getting anything more than a passing grade due to her untreated inattentive adhd and abuse at home. To cope she started hanging with the stoners and burnouts and became one of them. She kept getting in trouble, and got involved in a toxic cycle of rumors and gossip, but to her scorn felt like love.

Her parents forced her to attend university, but she took the chance to spite them and do something she wanted to and took her major in philosophy, which they didn't approve of. She didn't focus a lot on the schoolwork itself, though did pretty well thanks to the flexibility of her professors. Instead she was enjoying the nightlife and ended up taking a job as a bartender as her parents stopped paying for anything other than the school fees.

Out of university she cut out her parents and tried to establish a career in painting which failed to take off, keeping her stuck struggling with her bartending job. Her friends and clubbing only added to her stress as drama kept breaking out with her at the center of it and her relationships were equally as dramatic.

By her late twenties she was sick of it all, dyed her hair red, and moved both houses and jobs away from where all her old friends were. She just wanted a fresh start. She wanted a chance to figure out a life for herself that was more than just smoking, tending to others, and sleeping.

She got back to her painting, made a new group of friends, even got a girlfriend, Eve, and she still wasn't happy as she was drowning in bills and could feel in the wind that if these people got bored of her they'd leave. She tried to pretend everything was okay.

She tried until her friends all bought into a lie that she had stolen money from one of them, the lie started by the one she got along with the least who then replaced her in the dynamic after Leah got kicked out. To put the cherry on top she found out Eve was cheating on her.

Her whole new start felt even worse than her last start. It was soul crushing. Late one night she got dressed in her favorite clothes and got on a subway not expecting to come back, in it she thought over her life, and she just wished she'd walk off the subway to a world where her life was happy. Stepping off with that intention, she unknowingly stepped into another universe.

Only when she walked straight into an alternate version of herself who was still blonde on the street did she realize something was different. She freaked out as did the other Leah who had been on her way home from the hospital where she was with her mom. Neither of them knew what the fuck was happening but blonde Leah let Leah come back to her apartment.

Leah found out that this alternate version of herself was a professional artist and had been raised by her birth mom (the fact April wasn't her birth mom was news) and overall was happy, though struggling with her mom's cancer. Leah shared her own life experiences and for once felt heard.

They were able to offer each other the much needed support they each needed, but didn't know how to ask anybody for. Leah got a bit better. Blonde Leah had a shoulder to cry on.

This didn't answer though how Leah had gotten here in the first place, so eventually, knowing she might not be able to come back, Leah returned to the subway and stepped through its doors trying to get back home. On the other side her phone started buzzing with missed texts from her landlord, the last one being an eviction notice from two weeks ago. Once the subway reached its stop, she stepped through trying to get back to the universe with the blonde Leah, and it worked judging by the fact her data plan stopped working again.

Now technically homeless and work nothing to lose she decided to try exploring her strange new power some more, and quickly learned she could go to pretty much any universe she wanted, but that if she wasn't careful she'd land herself in ones immediately dangerous or with no easy escape.

In her multiverse travels she met one other person like her, Elias Acker, who had been at it for around ten years when they met. He took her under his wing and taught her nearly everything he knew about their powers and the multiverse. They also became incredibly close friends thanks to their shared experiences and generally similar vibes.

It took quite a while for her to realize that Elias was dangerous, both to himself and the multiverse, but when she watched him strand countless people in the wrong universes without any concern beyond if he and Leah were having fun ze called it quits on going along with it and confronted him, only to find out that the only thing he cared about (or at least so he claimed) was his own entertainment. She was disgusted and left, going off to return everyone to where they're supposed to be.

Since then she's been traveling the multiverse mainly on her own, occasionally picking up a companion for a while or bringing the cat ze's picked up with her, and going around exploring and helping where she can. She also follows Elias' trail of chaos to fix what she can. Despite her bravo she's still got a lot to learn about the multiverse and still is running from her past.

Personality

She's a lot to handle, prone to sardonics and a tendency to stick her nose into things that don't necessarily involve her. She's got a crass tongue and all too casual additude about the events and people around her. All of this to cover a deeply lonely and desperate to be loved heart that cares all too much about everything despite the fact that nearly all of it keeps kicking her down.

A rather creative and introspective soul she struggles to express the wholeness of herself, so settles to just show parts of herself. However it does let her think of unconventional solutions to problems, and understand the implications of the stranger things that she might encounter and keep an open mind about them.

At the end of the day, she is trying to do good in the world. She wants to do whatever she can. She doesn't trust most people want to do the same, and that motivates her to try to fix things. She's not gentle or nice in what she does, but she is kind.

Seeing endless versions of herself who've made all the same and all the different mistakes she possibly ever could have, has provided a strange, intimate, and uncomfortable knowledge of herself to herself. Sometimes she feels bad for her other selves, sometimes she's embarrassed of them, sometimes she's mad at them as she watches them make the same stupid choices, but she always sees herself in them.

Powers

Reality Hopping: She can travel the multiverse by going through anything that looks like a doorway, gateway, or opening. If unspecified ze arrives in a random universe in a random location near a similar gateway. She can specify what universe she's traveling to by qualities (such as what year it's in, human population levels, if magic is present, etc), by people she knows or knows of (The one with the Jane Doe I met last week), or by any name she knows the universe by. If she specifics a universe absolutely impossible to exist she arrives in a dark void. She can bring people with her as long as they have a grasp on her through some means and goes through the same gateway in up to five seconds of her. (This power inspired by @chaosmultiverse)

Multiversal Consistent: In every single universe some version of her has existed. They might be dead in the present year, or might exist in the future of the universe. They share her basic traits and have a name that at least sounds like hers if not the same name. They don't necessarily have to be human, or even sentient. This is what connects Leah to the whole multiverse.

Abilities

Marksmanship: She has basic gun training with pistols and rifles.

Mixology: She is a talented mixologist.

Multilingualism: English, Yiddish, basic Spanish.

Equipment

Throughout threads she might gather helpful items. This will be updated as items are obtained.

Universal Translator: Picked up in a magical universe, this earing lets her understand anything she hears and lets anybody understand what she is saying.

Phone: Has a cross universe data plan. Extended battery life. Requires a signal.

Glock 17: A standard, though impossible to trace back to her, glock plus ammunition.

Chalk: For on the fly gate creation.

Polaroid Camera: For remembering where she's been and who she's met.

[pernillecfcw]

AGGIE AGGIE AGGIE OI OI OI !!!

[lunarcovehq]

RALPH MIDDLEMAS (THOMAS DOHERTY) HAS FOUND.

Connection: Lost Love (Romantic)

Suggested Name: UTP

Age Range: Physically 26-34 in 1969 (Actually 80+)

Species: Vampire

Suggested FCs: Very UTP. Some suggestions might be Johnathan Nieves; Nicholas McDonough; Evan Mock; Omar Ayuso; Tunji Kasim; Drew Ray Tanner; Barry Keoghan; Archie Madekwe; or Rob Raco

Connection Description:

Death TW; Homophobia TW; Alcohol TW

Your character was born and raised in New York City and knew Ralph Middlemas much of their life, maybe from living in the same neighborhood, from school, or from crossing paths at the funeral home where Ralph worked as a teenager

When your character and Ralph were in their 20s, they got too drunk one night and confessed mutual romantic feelings on their bumbling subway ride home. The pair entered a private, non-official relationship that went on and off over several years. Ralph never told your character he loved them, and both seemed to feel the weight of their families to get married and have lives elsewhere. 

On July 20, 1969, Ralph was supposed to watch the moon landing with your character but ended up having to work the night shift. He was murdered that night by a new vampire. 

After the burial of an empty box, your character launched a personal investigation following the apparent "disappearance" of Ralphie's body. There was a cold, hidden trail of other missing corpses in the city and hospital records, and you followed them. Oddly, you even swore you saw Ralph himself on the streets of New York late one night but could not reach him before he vanished.

In the winter of 1970, your character's frustrated digging put them into contact with "the landlady," an elderly vampire under whose care Ralph had lived for a period. By that point, Ralph himself had already fled the city, but you were now a human who had drawn too close to the small supernatural underbelly. You were given two choices from the ragtag group of vampires upon whom you had stumbled: regrettable death or the ability to find out what really had happened to Ralphie, a mercy and a gift. You chose the latter and were turned.

Over the following decades, you were not able to reconnect with Ralph himself, who had all but disappeared onto America's highways, bouncing from place to place. But with hunters now snuffing out the last vestiges of the supernatural around the world, you have finally made your way to Lunar Cove, surprised to find the very person who had started you on this journey already there. 

There is no need to contact the player before applying:

Ted is available for DMs on @rxmiddlemasx !!

[siffrin-stardust-traveler]

I gotta put these guys in an incorrect quote generator

FF: If we lose, you’re out of the will. PS: I was in the will? - FC: Subs are so fun to play with. All you have to do is hint at what you might do, back them into a corner with a look, or grab their wrist in a certain way and they're a wide-eyed mess. PS: What the fuck kind of Subway are you going to? FF: Substitute teachers deal with so much shit. OP: Guys. - OP: Cave, are you drinking… drinking hydrogen peroxide?! FC: It says H2O2! That means it’s the sequel to water! - OP: Get on my level! FF: Unfortunately, to "get on your level" I'd need a boat trip to the Mariana Trench and a pair of cinderblock shoes. - FF: Today at 7 am, Cave poured a Monster energy drink in his coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing. PS: I watched Cave brew his coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think he ascended into the astral realm. OP: The survivability of the human race never fails to amaze me.

The subs one is me and the rest of the system and i stand by that also KAKDKDL YEAH

[eulcgizeme]

OPEN TO: @gcldenhcurs for delilah barlowe MUSES: beauregard "beau" markham, thirty. line cook & waitress trope, baybe. jeremy allen white fc. PLOT: crime au— beau and delilah have been trying to make ends meet for years, swearing they will get that white picket fence dream soon. the last thing they expected was to be nearly thirty in the same jobs they've had since they were seventeen. while beau refuses to cut corners and believes good will come his way if he's honest, delilah's taken it upon herself to get them more cash by indirectly becoming an informant for a local gang as an escort. beau finds lingerie and thinks nothing of it until he finds more expensive clothes, and confronts her about it.

Sundays were meant for rest, but that concept had been lost on Beau for years. He took every extra shift he could on the days that called for a lull. At some point, it had become a need not for the income but how some part of him believed that if he stopped, he would keel over. The restaurant had closed later than usual. He'd come home on the subway early to find that Delilah wasn't home yet, or she'd stepped out as laundry was strewn over the bedroom only half sorted. He could only wish she'd been able to get another shift. Most nights were spent anticipating another knock at the door demanding what they owed for rent, though there'd been a silence in regards to it in a few months now. Beau folded some of the shirts on the bed, balancing a hanger or two between his lips as he decided which needed to be hung. He must have been mistaken thinking they were to be sorted when none of them pertained to the uniforms Delilah wore to work, so they surely needed to be hung up. He uncovered sheer fabric crumbled under a dress. Silk surrounded by embroidered lace brought a smirk to his lips, even more so when he heard the front door open. "This meant for me?" He asked, shuffling through the clothes on the bed to lay them out straight only to uncover another matching set, and then another, and another. A furrow pinched between his brows, Beau wondered if he had just forgotten them until he looked at the clothing splayed on the comforter again. He didn't recognize any of it. "Babe," He called out, stepping out under the frame of their bedroom with what still had tags draped over his arms. "Delilah. Where did you get all of this?" They hadn't been able to afford any luxuries in years, and he could tell that everything he'd touched was far beyond just one paycheck's worth. Beau could only assume she'd bought it to try it on, or return it soon enough, but if there were a accident they'd never be able to pay the price. If it tore, if it stained, if it ripped. For a moment, he wondered if impulse had taken over for her to take it into her possession. He'd heard the other waitresses talk about how'd they gotten what they wanted, that retail didn't mean a damn thing if it wasn't owned by a small business. Had she given into desire like this?

[thedrkroom-com]

Coffee time 📸 Nikon Z fc #nikonfc #mirrorless #glasgow #peoplemakeglasgow #glasgowlives #scotland #streetphotography #street #photo #photography #streetphotographer #photos #streetphotographers #cityphotography #ig #art #artphoto #lightroom #glasgowstreetphotography #streetphotographyinternational #streetphoto_bw #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhitephotographer #peoplemakeglasgow #byresroadandthelanes #hillheadsubway #starbuckscoffee #startbucks #ashtonlane #glasgowwestend #drkarts (at Hillhead subway station) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpQ-wy_IPfw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sanctobin]

NYCFC by Gretel

The Five Borough Bond, putting New York City at the heart of its football club

Ten years since its founding, New York City FC asked itself what it would take to reach the upper echelons of MLS clubs and New York City teams.

An ambitious plan that included a new soccer stadium in Queens and significant investment in player development was in the works. But to continue building a devoted base of hardcore fans while inspiring new ones to join would mean reframing what the club stood for beyond the game.

Any team that seeks to stake its claim to NYC needs to live up to the city’s colossal character. Our approach was to develop a visual and verbal identity that embodied the relentless hustle and eclectic spirit of the city.

Eight million interlocking stories

To capture the spirit of our club and city, we developed The Five Borough Bond— a creative platform that serves as our core ethos and guiding metaphor. The Five Borough Bond embraces contrast and juxtaposition, a wild mix of ever-changing local flavors and iconic legacies. The relentless hustle and colossal scale of the city—edgy, tough and resilient— enriched by the pulsing rhythm and poetic beauty of everyday life, interwoven with unexpected moments made possible through eight million interlocking stories. By forging bonds across all five boroughs and celebrating the stories of New Yorkers brought together by NYCFC, we are continuously building the future of our club, our city, and our game.

From local club to global icon

The club’s updated badge builds on its subway token-inspired predecessor crafted by Matthew Wolff in collaboration with founding fans. The overall structure was optimized for legibility at small scales, while individual elements were refined to work together harmoniously or used independently as a suite of marks. A refined monogram sits at the center of the badge, designed with enhanced balance and confident proportions that evoke a strength and pride that matches the bold spirit of the city. Its construction mirrors the geometry and flared serifs in the identity’s subway signage inspired typefaces, featured in the outer ring lettering. The badge is punctuated by a pentagon on each side as a continued reference to the five boroughs of New York City. Developed in a close collaboration between Gretel, Frere-Jones Type, and the New York City FC team.

The characters of the City

The team’s custom typeface is a modern imagination of the iconic pre-modernist signage used across the Independent Subway System (IND), which has connected New York City’s five boroughs since its construction in 1932. Concepted in-house and drawn by Frere-Jones Type, ‘NYCFC’ appears in two styles.

‘Local’ is built on the rectilinear geometry and petit serif flares found in monospaced tile lettering, which is still prominent in stations citywide. ‘Express’ marries the same details with the bold and idiosyncratic proportions featured in the IND’s directional signage. Their interchanged use in combination with inset details and companion pictograms reflects the voice of a team that represents all of New York City – loud, irreverent and cacophonous.

Weaving together NYC’s urban fabric

The brand’s mosaic system is a visual representation of the Five Borough Bond — individual components of various shapes and colors, woven together into an interconnected tapestry. Modular by nature, mosaics build and scale into structural elements, camouflage patterns, and generative textures that portray the different neighborhoods across the boroughs. As a system, these brand elements weave together the countless stories that unite the club and the city, from the pavement to the pitch.

“For over a decade, this club has been writing our story, building our foundations, together. Now we stand at the precipice of a monumental era, with every facet of our identity primed to meet this moment.”

Milo Kowalski, Director of Brand Marketing & Creative Services