#The American scrap metal dream

[nando161mando]

The American scrap metal dream

[gingerlee-holds]

okay so this is gonna be something different lmao- my beloved @lionkid gave me an idea when i was visiting her and i wanted to make this for her-! its not a tword fic, but hopefully it'll become a good story if i keep at it- its the first chapter, and please let me know what you think!! i cant wait to build on it more heehee

also im sorry its kinda short lmao

the title for this story is Trains out of Tranton! enjoy <3

Chapter 1: Home

Words: 630 Warnings: Post-Apocalypse setting

It all happened so fast. I suppose it's easier to see the danger of a situation afterward when you have all the facts, and to us, it feels like the world that came before was a house of cards just begging to be toppled over. Frankly, it's a miracle that humankind lasted into the 20th Century. The scholar says the current year is 1996; we must take his word for it.

I am Jack Flynn, born to Samuel and Laurie in a world bereft of hope. The collapse of civilization was their childhood, a time of empty stomachs, and they were robbed of their American Dream. Samuel's tribe crossed paths with Laurie's in the ruins of Seattle during the most brutal blizzard in living memory, and my father chose to leave his people and join hers. Two decades ago, I came into this world one year after he made that choice, and with her final breath, my mother named me and promised me warmth.

Samuel Flynn, a natural leader, led our people from the old home in Seattle where wild dogs roam with foaming mouths and monstrous beasts proclaim themselves men. He brought us south from the bitter cold, and we found our new home in Tranton. Before the collapse, Tranton was a mere trainyard, but it took on a new role among the sick, hungry, and miserable survivors of my tribe. I was still in swaddling cloth then, not nearly old enough to form a memory of life before Tranton nor a perception of where elsewhere is. 

The world I know is far smaller than my father's. Tranton is barely three square miles in area, filled with thousands of people desperate for a place to sleep. The rails rust under torrential rain, springing forth moss and weeds between the tracks. Aspen saplings shot from the soil below in a mad frenzy, and the tallest of them stooped over our homes like giants. The boxcars of the old world make for tremendous homes for a tribe of hungry refugees, and the cars harbored two families each. Most importantly, though, those cars that could not be utilized for storage or transportation around the settlement were heaved onto their sides and became the walls upon which our soldiers stood watch against the horrors beyond.

From what our patrols inform us, every can of food for miles around has been eaten or destroyed by the elements. As such, Tranton must import their food from outside, and every week, a mule hauls a freight car into town, the shriek of ungreased axles announcing its arrival. The farms are among the few places unscathed by the collapse, and in return for the goods we can scavenge from the neighboring cities, they share with us their harvests. Well, that's not entirely true - those of us who can't scavenge become tinkerers, forming scrap metal into tools for survival and weapons against marauders. The turbines we've fashioned turn a fierce squall into a warm meal and a well-lit courtyard for my father to speak to our people from. Our home is at the edge of this courtyard, a diesel locomotive too old to turn its wheels but with a commanding presence over the surrounding cars. The roaring hearth I warmed my hands against was the firebox, and it was my father's responsibility to blow the train's whistle at sunrise each morning.

This whistle, choked with age, was what I awoke to every day for as long as I can recall. This whistle was normalcy, home. The whistle was the assurance that humankind had not yet died. The whistle promised that things were alright now and nothing needed changing. I hated that whistle; more than that, I hated the man who blew it.

[imsosocold]

More ,, c!dream transfem poetic ideas....please...

Our purely putrid filthy, fusty, musty, stanky, rank fem-not-female daymare. She’s fraying clothes with seams ripping in the way envelopes and wrapping paper are in their desperation to be opened. She’s patches peeling off the way fruits are peeled with their skins being left out to rot in the sun. She’s the scab and sunburn you pick at until it prickles. She’s sweat from heat against the sweat of the cold. She’s the dust you forgot to sweep up that hangs sparkling in the air. She’s the floorboard that creeks with your breaths. She’s an old fridge whose very self, never mind its contents, is rotting. She’s the light that won’t stop flickering. She’s an old time styled radio that only garbles out guttural sounds and spits static. She’s shoes splitting at the soles that you still expect to shield your feet from the metal as you kick at your broken down rusted car. She’s the bandana you  wear when the sands and their winds get too high. She’s the odd smelling and shaped stains that won’t come out and won’t be questioned. She’s a mattress on TOP of a mountain of blankets that are sour smelling and matted with sweat.  She’s the grimy coins kids are excited to find. She’s the sketchbook scraps forced to be used as napkins. She’s waking up with wounds you don’t remember how you got and soon will forget having. She’s front yard fires, never strong enough for barbecue. She’s the constant pain that you have no clue where comes from but can’t afford to see a doctor over it. She’s toilet paper veils and toilet paper roll telescopes and napkin handkerchiefs and towel headscarves and Piñata pets. She’s a burning flag (L’Manburg or American) at a backyard concert and brunch. She’s licking at the salt lick in cold hoping it hasn’t frozen over. She’s playing music on the bottom of garbage cans and pans and on top of thighs. She’s a little kid carrying stuff in her hoodie and inside her shirt feeling so smart about it. She’s showing off what you found in the parking lot. She’s moths hitting against patio lights. She’s fireflies caught bare handed in the backyard which you at first are excited about before feeling grossed out. She’s the sea urchin you step on out of spite.  She’s the solid salt chunks caught in your mouth from swimming in the sea. She’s empty tortoise shells and even emptier, exposed tortoise spines. She’s animal blood being boiled; something you can’t scrape out. She is pure folk punk. She is everything. She’s made up of and makes up with popsicle stick people and macaroni art men and bottle cap boys and chalk chicks and tally girl tabs.  She feels like cicada husks and bed bug shells and dragonfly wings and rhino beetle horns. If you kissed her she would taste of raw meat and then blood because she bites on instinct. She could ride a bike with flat tires. She could make a heater out of an old fan. She somehow gets drunk from church wine and high from smoking straight up grass and chewing on loose exercise -machine tums. She holds an open potluck made up of leftovers as she does scratch off tickets and sniff stickers together. She hand washes clothes and dishes alike but if she had a washing machine she’d get lost in watching it spin until she felt like throwing up. She’s distance spitting seeds and tobacco alike. She collects sand and spices and stamps; all the little things you never know if/when you’ll need. She makes the sort of grits that always get stuck in your teeth and to the top of your mouth and to the bottom of your stomach but in a way that’s comforting. She lets bugs and insects and animals climb onto and all over her.

She lets mosquitos bite her and shows off the bumps that develop proudly because don’t they deserve to eat too?  She’s wanting to be lost. She bops herself on the head on an empty soda bottle when she’s not blowing into it and a paper bag.  She snacks on perlite like popcorn and chews on wood chips. She drinks the water from leaks and blisters. She sucks up the guts out of pumpkins and suckles on bark and gnaws on sap and loves moss even more than Kris. She’ll feed house and store and backyard and forest plants alike. She has a garden just for weeds. She makes her own manure. She grows mushrooms in the upstairs bathroom sink. She raises crayfish in a school Petri dish. She only wants to eat the green tomatoes and bananas and peaches. She wants to see how sticks and stones break bones. She has squirted lemon and tomato juice directly into her eyes just to see what it’s like.

She wakes up the crickets and the chickens. Her green motif comes from  staining from chlorine and leaves painted brighter and more waxy than they could ever be in nature for advertising and the lack of green colored stars that exist. Science kits and first aid kits are the same to her. She brings astronaut food to the beach picnic. She gets bone shards stuck in her teeth along with her tonsil stones. She keeps taxidermy in coolers. She keeps bait in buckets and gives them out like gift bags. She recites rites for roadkill.   She made wind chimes out of fake dimes. She nicks nails from construction sites. She dances in dumpsters. She blacks out in the bakery bins behind the store fronts. She kicks her shoes onto the roof after making a contest of how far they could be thrown off when on the swing set. She writes messages out of spider webs. She braids grass to put into her hair and wears roots like rings. She knows the exact classifications that foods like tomatoes and pumpkins and strawberries and eggplants fall into. She has such strong opinions about oatmeal over corn meal, squash vs gourds, egg whites in comparison to yolks. She has grown with the grass and she finds perfume in skunks and every abandoned place is immediately familiar to her. In universe she invented the hawk tuah meme. She’s genuinely “not like most other girls” without even trying. She’s almost disgustingly  authentic and actually is very proud of it. It will take months, even maybe years, to sort out my thoughts on her and so many other pretty piling-up things but I will eventually write (and certainty think) about her forever lol. 

[commsroom]

OHOHOHOH i like this train of thought with car guy eiffel who always has a tiny screwdriver/one of those with interchangeable heads in his pocket eiffel going to engineering and screwing around with spare parts and fixing things when he needs to think eiffel who always has little metal bits and screws that hes messing with on his desk eiffel who makes little metal trinkets for his loved ones. he sits and rambles to hera about engines and different manufacturers and they design the perfect car together with her knowledge of the world and his brain for design and mechanics. im thinking very much kaylee from firefly who never understood people but somehow machines just talk to her and spring to life in her hands. doug eiffel who wanted to go to college for aerospace engineering and work for nasa but never went to college and picked up a job hauling scrap parts to pay for said college degree before he dropped out and ended up working as head mechanic and whose dreams of building space ships were reignited when cutter found him in prison. or, my saddest thought yet, eiffel already planning on building a car with his daughter for her sixteenth birthday before she was taken from him.

idk also brings new life to his relationship with hera as the ship and how no one else on the hephaestus was really fit to do big repairs, but if he had a background in mechanics he could understand her on ANOTHER level that the other crew members dont get

oh gosh, i really don't think he'd be into anything that complex! like - don't get me wrong, eiffel is smarter than people (including himself) give him credit for, but he's a handyman, not an engineer. he is like the model for undiagnosed adhd class clown; he got through high school because he tests remarkably well without ever studying, and that was just enough to keep him from failing on account of all the homework he didn't do. i fully believe that eiffel never went to college, and never intended to. he's unambitious, and i love that about him.

maxwell's got the genius mechanical aptitude, minkowski's got the hard work and dreams of spaceflight... eiffel's passion is radio. when i say he's a car guy, i don't think it's his thing like radio is his thing - he's just a guy with a head full of american pop culture biases, who likes tinkering with stuff, and who lists "monster trucks" as one of the top ten things he misses about earth. like - i feel bad that so much of this is me disagreeing with you, these are just very different things! eiffel's definitely got tools on hand, he keeps one of his tool bags by his bed, he likes building things out of spare parts - canonically, he's got a lot of technical know-how, but it's in a much more practical, hands-on way. i don't think he'd be telling hera about design, much less his own design concepts, as much as he'd be ranking his dream cars. and i do not think functionality factors in as much as "he thinks it's cool" and/or "they used that make and model in a movie that he liked."

and speaking of hera, honestly, like... eiffel's good with his hands! and he can follow her instructions and do repairs if necessary. but the kind of electronics eiffel works with are nowhere near as complex, and i don't think spaceship maintenance comes naturally to him - and it's certainly not something he wants to do!! and while it makes a pretty big difference whether we're talking general station maintenance vs. specifically hera's hardware here, i think the fact that he doesn't know how to navigate this stuff without her input is part of the reason she feels safe with him. he didn't even think about what "optical system" could mean. eiffel couldn't (intentionally) mess with hera's systems even if he wanted to. hera is so used to people who "understand" her in that way taking advantage of her; i think it's reassuring eiffel has no interest in it. he is a people person; hera's just a regular person to him.

but anyway. i think he was looking forward to teaching anne how to drive, and that would be a depressing note to leave this on, so. eiffel could not be an engineer, and i think even the thought of the work that would require would make him break out in hives, but he could be a mechanic, for whatever length of time it'd take him to get fired. and i think that would be hot. put him in another set of coveralls and get him greased up. that's what's really important.

[poeblissorton]

Character design sheets (2)

I’m not fully satisfied with how this drawing looks, but it’s just a sketch. Her pose is very static and the arms on her hips look very awkward. To improve this, I should add more fluidity to the rest of her pose to match the expression of her arms. I just wanted to visualise her colour palette and decide what tones I should use.

I chose a pink colour for her dress since the warm colour compliments the warm tones of her skin and hair. Colour palettes are very important to a character’s design, and can make or break their appearance. For example, if a character has a piece of clothing that is a completely different tone from the rest of their design, it might ruin the palette and lose the sense of colour harmony between the design elements.

Personality & story

Lilia is an 8 year old girl, living on one of the many floating islands used for trade in the high skies. She works in a factory sorting scrap metal to be used for trade. She works here with her mother. Lilia does not enjoy her position and would rather follow in her father’s footsteps, of being a pirate. Lilia’s personality is one of a typical 8 year old. Excitable, loud but stubborn and sometimes rude when she doesn’t get what she wants. Usually, she shows this side to her mother, who disagrees with her dreams of becoming a pirate. Her mother, Mariela, knows the dangers of the voyages her husband takes, and does not want her daughter to do the same in fear of losing her.

Along with the themes of pirates and piracy in general, I wanted this story to be a bit of a commentary on certain themes, such as mother daughter relationships and family, as well as combatting stereotypes pushed onto older women.

I also tested different colour variations, as well as different races. I was somewhat set on making her Central American, specifically from Panama City, since this was an area where piracy was active during the golden age of piracy. This was also an area where different parrot species are quite common, which was my first inspiration.

The area that the pirates live in is not actually in Panama City, since they live in the sky. However, my characters could be of Central American descent, or the area could be inspired by Panama City. Similarly to Castle in the Sky, how the mining town of Slag Ravine is based on Wales, and the floating island of Laputa is possibly inspired by western European countries. Along with this, I think it would be more interesting if I created a character who had a different cultural identity to my past characters, who have been white and North American.

Panama has a population of around 4,000,000+ in 2024. However, the population was significantly smaller in the past. In the 1600s, during the golden age of piracy, the population fell into the thousands range. And it was majorly populated by African slaves, due to the trans-atlantic slave trade which lasted 300 years.

https://www.philipkallan.com/single-post/2019/02/25/nippers-and-powder-monkeys#:~:text=Admiralty%20regulations%20for%20Royal%20Navy,as%20eight%20going%20to%20sea.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Child_pirate#:~:text=The%20Roméo%20Dallaire%20Child%20Soldiers%20Initiative%20has%20determined%20that%20a,under%20the%20age%20of%2018.

I created this drawing to try and extend her character a bit, playing into the fact she is a stubborn and rebellious child who may be aggravated if she doesn’t get her way. She would be this way with her mother, as her mother would reject her joining her father on his voyages. I do like this drawing even though it’s just a sketch, I like the light source I created.

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[zodiac36gold]

Opening Act: Tonight's Dream

So, for my first post on Tumblr, here's the dream I had tonight. Not even the strangest dream I've ever had, but close.

So, we start with something very normal: a dream about God Of War, where Kratos and his son Atreus have to do something to progress in their story. Because of dream logic I know they have to kill some god from American Gods (Atreus has the book with himself). To do that they have to get there, and for that they need Iggdrasyl. Problem is, for some reason Iggdrasyl is infected with some strange ass disease that turned its roots in some kind of sandy protrusions that I know will kill me if I step on them.

But of course our heroes already have this big diamond that will somehow solve the problem. Which it does. So, as they fall from the sky using a Fortnite Glider, they touch ground and the sand disappears in the wind and green grass grows around it.

They go around, cure the tree, and start following a road that twists and turns around, like 90% of the actual game.

Then they take a turn, and suddenly there are treasure chests in front of them... made out of scrap metal and pieces of modern technology. They take another tur, and they're inside a room filled with technology, like a TV, a hospital bed, and some other stuff I couldn't see, because Atreus runs to the TV, turns it on, and the news start blasting about an ambulance running around the place trying to repeatedly hit no-vaxers.

Then I turn around (now I'm no longer in Kratos POV), and we're no longer in a room but in the open street (the hospital bed and TV are still there), and suddenly an ambulance tries to run over Kratos, then stops, says (the actual ambulance, not the people inside) that no, he is vaccinated and can live today, then goes off, but now Kratos is no longer Kratos but a very muscled version of Batman, wearing the bat mask and a very form fitting button up shirt showing the original Kratos' muscles.

He says something about having to find a spider, and then I wake up.

So, anyone here who can understand dreams, can you give me a reading?

[bathroomstoragesolutionspa]

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[losergirlranboolive]

so i ended up having a whole ass dream about rainbow ai au (help) and now you must hear this:

so it’s set in Tokyo and rainbow ai is more a robot because aimsey figured out how to give the ai a physical form do built it one (out of scrap metals but thanks to movie magic they look great) But the thing is now ranboo is more visible so the FBI has tracked them down and sent the mafia after them, since Aimsey DOES NOT have a licence for an ai less more robotics -he was kicked out of xeyr robotics school for causing chaos (crimes).

So they’re on the run! They both assume disguises (the mask and glasses) so surveillance can’t use facial recognition. They also have to pick new names and passports to fit in, Ranboo chooses Mizu (was persuaded by aimsey not to choose miku) which is quite ironic because Mizu means water. Aimsey goes by Jinzou (which means concrete??) -by the way they’re both japanese american and live in japan! They have misdemeanours of having a robot best friend and also the constant threat of the mafia, good times!

Extra Info:

-Aimsey is disabled and uses a cane and oxygen tank!

-Ranboo’s (artificial) lungs don’t work that well so they have problems talking, it uses a mouth piece which they whisper into that translates to a really awful hatsune miku text to speech style voice that aimsey downloaded in a hurry

-Ranboo coughs up oil sometimes?? i think it’s because their lungs are weak?

-Aimsey used to go to a top robotics school but they were kicked out for causing too much chaos (crimes)

-they are both not above breaking the law (they steal A LOT while on the run)

-Ranboo almost passed out after finding out about neopronouns (it’s a really big fan!)

@genlossjpg :take the tokyo mafia au that was created in my brain, hope you like it! :]

[oriocookie]

drew please give me the ugly doll dream details I’m scrolling ur blog and v intrigued -meri

ok. a few things you need to know: 1) i was seven and had just gotten an ugly doll (the pink one, from the movie) 2) they were advertising for ugly dolls back then and if i remember correctly i saw an advertisement in a mechanic shop window? either it was that or nowadays its a mechanic shop window and back then it was something else 3) this was over 10 years ago so some things are fuzzy, especially dialogue and background details, but i promise i have the main idea of everything i can remember 4) anyone who doesnt have context: i dreamed up the start and what is basically a better plot to the uglydolls movie when i was seven. heres the full thing.

the dream started off with, and i swear to god, the exact same sequence in the movie. with the fuckin duck. he got knocked off the assembly line bc he wasn't perfect and he fell through a pipe and landed in a big pile of fabric scraps and fluff.

he was the main character in my dream and he felt bad that these other dolls always felt terrible about themselves because there were all these posters on the wall of what they were Supposed to look like. He tried to tear them down but they were made of metal and he couldnt get them off.

So he went up into the Boxed World (thats what it was called, everyone stayed in their boxes on the shelf and waited to be shipped out) and found a doll who's box was a little open. i think it was like one of those 18in american girl doll ripoffs. she was staying very still and quiet bc if any of the machines noticed her box was open shed be sent back for repackaging and if they did THAT theyd notice that her hand/thumb (cant remember) was a bit cracked and theyd get rid of her.

so this toy being a squeaky duck, he drew the machines attention, and then she just fuckinf. ran for it. bust out of her box, scooped duckie up, and just ran. duckie pointed out where to go to get to the rejects village and she jumped into the pipe

as she was sliding her hand/thumb broke off(i really think it was her hand but im having so many visuals of a cracked ag doll thumb attached to this memory so who knows)

and they both tumbled into the reject village.

doll was really sad that her hand/thumb came off so one of the other ugly dolls made a mitten to cover it! and she was so proud of it because the mitten matched the rest of her red clothes.

ok so there was a couple things that happened, i dont remember so blah blah blah fast forward

the doll tells the ugly dolls that theres a boat leaving tonight to ship the dolls to different stores. they all hatch a plan to sneak aboard and try to find families of their own. there was a big squishy group hug that i think im still yearning for deep down.

the way they got on the boat was to climb up one of the factory smokestacks and jump. and i remember a bunch of them surrounded the doll and became like a cushion since she might break and the rest of them wouldnt. and they jumped onto the ship and snuck down to the storage rooms, where a boxed doll yelled at them and said they had no place on the boat.

they just left her yelling in her box and hid under a bench?? i think it was?? on the ship deck.

anyway boat starts sinking

there was an unoccupied life boat on the deck and all the dolls clamber inside. then the other dolls in their boxes start floating to the top. one floats close enough and it's the mean doll from before. shes trapped in her box and pounding on the inside and freaking out.

our doll whips off her mitten and uses her jagged hand/thumb to saw through the mean dolls box and bindings and frees her, helping her climb into the lifeboat. she doesnt immediately throw her arms around our doll but shes a lot quieter about sharing a boat with "rejects" (i remember that she called them that bc i had JUST learned that word)

days pass. good thing toys dont need to eat. theyre all asleep in a pile when suddenly the boat bumps up on shore.

the dolls all sit up, falling off each other, and peek over the edge of the boat. the beach is pretty much empty, except for a few fishers and a walker.

the boat starts to slide back into the water, and they all scramble out. after a quick discussion, they decide to just scatter on the beach and hope kids might find them.

the duck takes a seat in the sand, and feels eyes on him. its our doll, watching him fearfully. "i'm scared." she says. "i'm broken."

"so are the rest of us." the duck says, moving to join her. "but i'll stay near you, and maybe someone will pick up both of us."

they both lay back on the sand, a few hours later, a little girl, about four, finds them, and takes them both home.

and every night, they get to snuggle up with their kid.

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I posted 12,007 times in 2022

That's 4,566 more posts than 2021!

57 posts created (0%)

11,950 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@everythingfox

@duran301

@an-immortal

I tagged 169 of my posts in 2022

#youtube - 31 posts

#my little pony - 21 posts

#mlp - 17 posts

#friendship is magic - 17 posts

#cute - 17 posts

#oc - 16 posts

#princess luna - 14 posts

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#this user strongly supports the safety and well being of jewish people

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

IS HE FINALLY DEAD?! DID HE SERIOUSLY DELETE HIS ACCOUNTS?! OH MY FUCKING GOD! No this isn’t true! @duran301 just informed me!

@chromaslip

@a-spoonful-of-generosity

@ask-chrysalis

Please tell me this is true folks! That redmix is gone!!!

12 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

#4

Well @duran301 and I are a couple. Love this dorky kirin :3 pssst don’t tell nox or chroma oh shit too late

13 notes - Posted June 19, 2022

#3

ITS HERE!!!!!

19 notes - Posted July 30, 2022

#2

Coming out of music retirement????

Yes I know. 7 years! I have been not been making music under this name since my denature from making music under this name and yes it’s been a long one. But under my new name Cyberhound I’ve mature in a big way when it comes to producing and making music. But as of recent I miss making music under this name, well ever since @oroichonno asked me how life has been after I left and it’s been fun. Been able to get my life sort of back together as some of you saw that one post of me falling off the wagon yet again. But I’m fine now.  But even talking about it in Discord with @nox-lunarwing . It makes me miss it even more but I have to let everyone new that I’ve met only for the past couple years....My music had a short life. 2 Years. No budget. Half the time I was drunk or bored making the music I made under this name. But Now under my plan for my distributor, DistroKid. I can release music for Two artists name so I don’t know. Is it time? Will anyone actually listen?  If I do choose to upload my old music I want to let you all know right off the back so I don’t need to as Nox put, ‘Let them beforehand, so you don’t have to tap the sign’. I will not be releasing new music under this name. This is just my whole Discography for everyone to listen to on every platform.  I will be also remastering all the songs so you can hear it as I wanted you to hear it. I did have an idea for one last heavy metal/hard rock album (The only genre I make now) that revolved around old MLP horror blogs (i.e. Lil Miss Rarity ((Yes, i know that blog is still active)), Ask Murdershy, Ask Pinkamena, you know the blogs MindlessGonzo did dubs for 10 years ago on his channel when I was a teenager and we were all obsessed with lol) called ‘The Equestrian Nightmares’. (Yes a parody of the Ice Nine Kills Song, ‘The American Nightmare’ but with all MLP). But I don’t know. Even if @lil-mizz-jay (sorry for the tag jay, you can ignored this if you want) or anyone would think about it I might not do it and scrap it unless I got backed for it. It sounds too cringe right now and tbh it’s best to keep Flare retired but it’s a constant dilemma for me. The ‘What If’s. If you would like to see me return let me know. 

23 notes - Posted August 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

So It’s HAPPENING!!!!!

Yep I am coming out of retirement! (Thank you @lil-mizz-jay & everyone for the kind words ^^) I know very exciting!

I have already started the process of re-mastering & distributing all my old music through my new distributor, ‘DistroKid’ Once I have all the links set up I’ll make another post to all of them :). This has been a dream ever since I started making music with this name but never had money to make it come true and it’s finally coming true for me so excuse while I grab a tissue for this. 

Do Be Warned! My older stuff will sound off and like a bunch of noise but look at the release date before you judge me. I was a drunk idiot back then in 2014, but some of them have their moments but you have the right to your opinion just giving you all some warning.

Before you ask @a-spoonful-of-generosity & @diamond-tiara-4-serving-spoon Yes all the DiamondSpoon albums (Including the dark sides) will be released out there as well.

Well Flare Flare, Where Will All Your Music Be Released?

Why I’m glad you ask. They will be released to the following services: Spotify iTunes Apple Music YouTube Music Amazon Music Soundtrack For Twitch & if you have a service you’d like for me to add it too (If available), then I’ll add it. I already have my Discography available on my Bandcamp & my Soundcloud (Some tracks are missing and the person I made it for would like for to not be released anywhere else and I am respecting their decision).   What About This ‘New Album’? Well.....I have done some thinking on it and I have decided to make it cause I wanted to make something like that before but couldn’t cause of no budget. It will be Heavy Metal (Like Very Heavy Jay, Prepare LMR for that lol. So much heavy metal screaming coming for this). I don’t think you guys know how heavy. So let me provide you this song to give you a hint on how heavy it will be. It will be covering some the horror ponies: Lil Miss Rarity (majority of the album is about), Murdershy, Pinkamenia. Also, if anyone has my doubts of my screaming abilities, Here is an example of my screaming (I come in at timestamp 1:40). Here is another example of my screaming. So I will be brining my A game to this. Plus, I’ve matured very much when it comes to making music so this album will be LIT! The album will be name, ‘The Equestrian Night Mares’ and I want a seasonal release date but I don’t know when (definitely not this year. Too many projects going on). But It’s so good to be finally be back. Welcome new followers from Jay’s. To my current followers....Flare Flare is BACK! Let’s headbang!

24 notes - Posted August 9, 2022

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[s0livagant]

for the album lyric ask game for when u wake up 🌞💞 i would LOVE to know your favorite lines from save rock and roll and american beauty/american psycho! since we both agree that those are some of the best albums of all time and i love that for us hehe 🥰🤭 (also good morning hope u have a nice day❣️)

Trish!!! hello, my love!! truly two of the greats, I love those albums with my whole heart :') also, this post is looooooog so I'm slapping the 'read more' option on there

SRAR:

The Phoenix - Bring home the boys and scrap scrap metal the tanks Get hitched, make a career out of robbing banks Because the world is just a teller and we are wearing black masks "You broke our spirit, " says the note we pass

My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark - Be careful making wishes in the dark Can't be sure when they've hit their mark And besides in the meantime I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart OR My childhood spat back the monster that you see

Alone Together - I don't know where I'm going, But I don't think I'm coming home And I said, I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead This is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end

Where Did The Party Go -I'm here to collect your hearts, It's the only reason that I sing I don't believe a word you say, But I can't stop listening

Just One Yesterday - Oh, I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way, Still I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday

The Mighty Fall - Your crooked love is just a pyramid scheme And I'm dizzy on dreams But if you ask me two's a whole lot lonelier than one Baby, we should have left our love in the gutter where we found it

Miss Missing You - Sometimes before it gets better The darkness gets bigger The person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger Oh, we're fading fast (but also "baby, you were my picket fence" makes me feel lots of emotions)

Death Valley - I'm either gone in an instant Or here 'til the bitter end

Young Volcanos - C'mon, make it easy, say I never mattered Run it up the flagpoles

Rat A Tat - Are you ready for another bad poem? One more off-key anthem, Let your teeth sink in Remember me as I was not as I am

Save Rock And Roll - Well, how'd it get to be only me? Like I'm the last damn kid still kicking that still believes

AB/AP:

Irresistible - You're second hand smoke You're second hand smoke I breath you in, but honey I don't know What you're doing to me

American Beauty/American Psycho - I think I fell in love again Maybe I just took too much cough medicine I'm the best worst thing that hasn't happened to you yet The best worst thing

Centuries - Mummified my teenage dreams No, it's nothing wrong with me The kids are all wrong The stories are off Heavy metal broke my heart

The Kids Aren't Alright (ONE OF MY FAVE SONGS OF ALL TIME AHHH) - And I still feel that rush in my veins It twists my head just a bit to think All the people in those old photographs I've seen are dead

Uma Thurman - I slept in last night's clothes and tomorrow's dreams But they're not quite what they seem

Jet Pack Blues - She's in a long black coat tonight Waiting for me in the downpour outside She's singing "Baby come home" in a melody of tears While the rhythm of the rain keeps time

Novocaine - If you knew, knew what the bluebirds sing at you, you would never sing along Cast them out 'cause this is our culture These new flocks are nothing but vultures

Fourth Of July - I'll be as honest as you let me I miss your early morning company, If you get me You are my favorite "what if" You are my best "I'll never know" OR Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean any of it I just got too lonely, lonely, whoa In between being young and being right, You were my Versailles at night

Favorite Record - Play it again and again and again And you can get what you want but it's never enough

Immortals - Sometimes the only payoff for having any faith Is when it's tested again and again every day

Twin Skeletons (Hotel In NYC) - I just need enough of you to dull the pain Just to get me through the night 'til we're twins again 'Til we're stripped down to our skeletons again 'Til we're saints just swimming in our sins again OR A birth and a death on the same day And honey I only appeared so I can fade away I wanna throw my hands in the air and scream And I could just die laughing on your spiral of shame

[youre-in-the-psycho-circus]

Lonely This Christmas | Ben Hardy

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Word Count: 4,171

Warnings: None, fluff and I promise it doesn’t end sad

Summary: Ben’s girlfriend has been talking about how excited she was for Christmas, so when she suddenly drops the bombshell that her plans to return home have fallen through, he has to act quickly to make sure his love won’t be Lonely This Christmas

A/N: I’m feeling extremely sad that I can’t go home for Christmas this year (thanks for that Covid) and of course it’s going to be my first Christmas alone, and I’ll be on the other side of the globe. Ironically, I actually wrote this for a Roger fic I scrapped last year, so go figure. I changed it to Ben just because I need a little Ben love right now. Sorry if you’re not American, for my sake please pretend, this was an outlet for me since I’m an emotional wreck right now

Masterlist

Moving halfway around the world hadn’t originally been part of the five-year plan (Y/N) had been forced to make her final year of university, but when life gives you an amazing opportunity to get your master’s degree in another country you take it. The year the program lasted had been a rough one indeed, one that kept her in the UK the entire time due to outstanding circumstances. Graduating with her master’s degree at the end of it all, however, that made it all worth it. For a time, her plan had been to return home, find a job and start her new adult life out on the right foot, but through connections she made while she was at University, (Y/N) was fortunate enough to be able to apply for a new visa that allowed her to stay in the UK and move to London where she now worked in her dream job. Of course, with this amazing opportunity had come the headaches of settling completely in a new country that hadn’t arisen over the year she had merely been there for school: housing, bank accounts, figuring out how to pay taxes again, all the things she didn’t want to have to think about but had to as a working adult. But of course, with the headaches came all wonderful moments that made the headaches worth it. The biggest blessing on her life, of course, had been meeting her boyfriend Ben Jones, better known to the world as Ben Hardy.

The pair had met by chance on the tube platform one night, each on their way home from work. He had just gotten out of an eight-hour rehearsal for a theatre production he was going to be a part of at The National Theatre, and he was quite tired. In fact, he was so tired, he hadn’t realised that he had dropped his lighter as he took his phone from his pocket as he stood on the platform of the station, starting to absentmindedly scroll through an e-book he had saved offline for something to do in the Underground. Being the good Samaritan she was, as soon as she saw the metal lighter slip from his pocket, (Y/N) was stooping down to pick up it up and give it back to him. “Sorry to bother you...” She started as she tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. At first Ben had been quite annoyed as he turned around to see who had the nerve to bother him as he removed his earbud. It’s not that he didn’t like getting recognised for his work, there was just a time and place for it, and this was definitely not it. He was gearing up to tell the person off when his celadon irises met the lovely, sparkling (e/c) orbs of an equally as tired looking, but still exquisitely beautiful woman holding out his lighter to him. “You dropped this.”

“Oh, thank you. I hadn’t even realised I dropped it.” He smiled tiredly at the female, accepting back the lighter. “I’m so scatter brained after work today I’m surprised I can even stand at this point.” He chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. He didn’t really know what to say in the moment. He wasn’t really good with words in situations like these. Actor Ben could read and recite a script all day and say anything and everything in front of as many people as were willing to watch and listen, but not real Ben. Real Ben got flustered, he was shy, he absolutely hated public speaking, he was honestly surprised he had made it this far as an actor sometimes with that kind of mindset. In any case, there was something pulling on his heart strings that was practically screaming at him to not let this girl out of his sight before he at least had a coffee date with her.

“I know the feeling; it’s been a really long day for me too.” (Y/N) sighed with a smile, eyes exhausted but sparkling with happiness regardless. It was taking all her will power to keep her eyes locked on those gorgeous twinkling celadon eyes of his. She knew how creepy it’d be if she was visibly checking him out, especially since the only reason she was talking to him was to return his lighter. In any case, he was absolutely breath taking, and as much as she wanted to go home and plop herself down on the couch with one of the meals she had prepped at the beginning of this week and watch I’m a Celebrity with her flatmate, something was drawing her to this blonde stranger.

“I like your accent, are you American?” Ben asked with a curious glance as his ears took note of the different accent. He wasn’t exactly an expert on accents, but he had worked with dialect coaches enough to know it wasn’t completely American. The way she pronounced certain words had a twinge of one of the many English accents mixed in with it showing that she had been living in the UK for quite some time at that point. Where had she been though? Liverpool? Manchester? Wigan? He wasn’t too sure beyond it sounding more northern than anything else.

(Y/N) laughed awkwardly for a moment, a small half smile playing on her lips as she looked away from the blonde for a moment before looking back at him. “Yeah...yeah I am.” One thing (Y/N) had learned living in the north of England was that it was typically hit or miss if people disliked her based solely off her heritage. The longer she lived abroad the more she began to see the so called ‘American Stereotypes’ to be a lot truer than she had originally thought. Some, typically the older crowd rather than a younger guy like the one before her, wouldn’t look past her accent and would immediately write off her and her abilities, something that annoyed her to no end but something she had learned to live with as time went on. It gave her more motivation, a deeper drive to prove them and their assumptions wrong.

“One of my best friends is American.” Ben immediately mentally kicked himself for that one, think of how many times she must’ve gotten that one, he scolded himself. “Look, I’m just going to cut right to the chase.” He paused a moment to gather himself. “I’d really love it if I could take you out for a cup of coffee.” He stated bluntly. “You know, as a thank you for getting my lighter back to me.” He tried to play off coolly as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. The damage had already been done though.

She giggled softly at the blonde’s awkwardness as he still managed to be so bold and still trying so incredibly polite. “I’d like that.” She smiled exchanging phone numbers with him. What followed were four subsequent dates, each better than the last as they steadily got to know one another over coffee, climbing, a walk around Hyde Park, and of course dinner where he had asked her to be his girlfriend. They had only been seeing each other for a little over a month and a half at that point, and in a way, it felt like he was moving a little too fast, but at the same time, with (Y/N) it just felt right. Everything always felt right with her.

It was now well into December, and Ben had invited (Y/N) to join him and a few friends, specifically Rami, Lucy, Gwilym and his fiancé, for a few drinks at one of the local pubs. Ben had introduced her to them a couple of weeks after they met. They took instantly to the blonde actor’s latest love interest. It was different with her, she seemed to make him so incredibly happy, and he never spoke ill about her. He was smitten with her, so needless to say they welcomed her with open arms to each and every one of their get togethers. “So (Y/N), I bet you’re excited to be going home for the holidays soon.” Gwilym smiled, taking a sip of his pint as his arm laid lazily around his fiancé’s shoulder’s. He could recall Ben mentioning at some point that he and (Y/N) probably wouldn’t be making an appearance together at his New Year’s Eve get together since she’d be visiting her family in the States.

“Oh, Christmas in America! Such a good time!” Rami cheered remembering all the festivities that take place across the country. It was his first-time spending Christmas in London with Lucy, having moved there to be with her. He was a bit sad he wouldn’t be with his family like he normally was, but he was more than delighted that he’d be spending it with her family. It was exciting experiencing another family’s let alone another country’s holiday festivities and traditions.

(Y/N) felt the colour drain from her face as she bit the inside of her lip. She hadn’t told them; she hadn’t told anyone. “(Y/N/N)? You alright?” Ben asked softly, gently taking her hand whilst he brushed a loose strand of her (h/l) (h/c) locks out of her face. He couldn’t place why she looked so sick all of a sudden, perhaps her drink wasn’t sitting right with her.

“You don’t look at all well…�� Lucy pointed out studying her intently. “Perhaps you should call it an early night.”

“Well, you see...I uh...I’m not going home for Christmas…” She mumbled softly almost ashamed that the words were leaving her mouth as she looked down sadly at her hands sitting pathetically in her lap.

She was answered by a slew of questions from the group all at once, all along the lines of: “What?” “How come?” “What happened?” “Why?”

“But I thought you were? All you’ve been talking about for the last few weeks was how excited you were for Christmas whenever it was brought up…” Ben proceeded cautiously. He knew his girlfriend didn’t lie and this isn’t something that she would lie about. If she was saying she wasn’t going home for Christmas out of the blue like this, it had to be true. “I just assumed you were still going home like you had said you were.” The blonde actor was absolutely puzzled as to why she hadn’t mentioned it, especially seeing how Christmas was only a mere twelve days away at this point.

“That was before I found out how expensive the plane fare out of Heathrow was this time of year…” She mumbled with a grimace, answered by a chorus of low ohs from the group. They all knew the struggle of flying for their various gigs around the world. As fun as it was to see new places for their work, getting through airports never got any easier.

“I’m sorry (Y/N) …” Ben sighed sadly, putting an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a gentle hug. “I can’t imagine how hard that must be…” Gwilym leaned over and whispered something into Rami’s ear, who then passed it off to Lucy, who then repeated it to Ben in a weird Bohemian Rhapsody telephone game. They all shared a nod, telepathically communicating with one another before looking at her. “A marvellous idea darling really.” Ben smirked. “Don’t know why I didn’t think of it first.”

“What is…?” (Y/N) asked slowly.

“What if I bought your plane ticket home?” Ben offered. “It would be my Christmas gift to you.”

(Y/N) felt the happiness bubble up in her heart, she was going home, until reality struck again. She and Ben hadn’t even been dating for two months yet. Maybe it would’ve been different if they were a bit further along in their relationship and she was more comfortable with allowing him to spoil her, since that was still a massive struggle for her. But this, an almost £700 round trip economy ticket, and knowing Ben it more than likely wouldn’t be economy if he could help it so it would probably be astronomically higher, this was asking for too much. As much as she wanted to see her family again, she couldn’t do that to Ben. She looked down, an amused smirk coming to her lips. “You really are something else Ben, you know?” She said quietly before looking up. “Look I appreciate the offer, really I do, but it’s too much to ask for. You have your own financial problems, babe, you don’t need to add me to that list.”

“But love, I want to.” Ben tried to convince her, the others nodding in agreement trying to back the young actor up.

“But I won’t let you. I refuse to accept it and should you continue to try and make me, I’m leaving right now.”

A silence fell over the table as everyone quietly sipped on their pints, unsure of how to continue. “So...what are you going to do now?” Lucy asked quietly, the others looking up as well, curious as to her answer.

“Guess I’ll just send my family their presents through the post and stay in my flat. Not much else I can do.” She shrugged taking a sip of her pint. “The time alone will be nice, I’m sure there will be Christmas films on all day and a cup of hot chocolate, and a blanket is always a good friend.” She said with a smile, trying to convince herself more than the others that she was okay with this. It wouldn’t be her first-time spending Christmas alone in the UK, but that didn’t make it any easier this time.

“You mean you’re going to spend Christmas alone…?” Rami asked sadly as he pulled his girlfriend in closer to his side, suddenly becoming a bit clingier than was normal for him. He couldn’t imagine not being able to spend the holiday abroad without Lucy.

“It’s not that bad guys really.” She said with a lighthearted laugh they could all see through in a split second. “It’s just another day when you think about it.”

“A day you don’t deserve to be alone on.” Gwilym continued.

“This is outrageous, I simply won’t allow it!” Lucy exclaimed slamming one of her palms down on the table. “You deserve to be with the people you love and people who love you on Christmas.”

“I’ll be fine guys really. It’s not going to be my first-time spending Christmas on my own.” She said shrugged.

“You mean you have before?” Gwilym asked, furrowing his brow at the female as she sank down further into her seat.

“Yeah...last time I was able to spend Christmas at home would’ve been two years ago now...” She sighed. “But it doesn’t matter.” She stated standing as she fished a tenner out of her pocket tossing it on the table as she pulled on her coat.

“Where are you going?” Rami asked, legitimately concerned for the girl. They had brought this up, it was their fault she was so upset, they hadn’t meant to drive her away and they didn’t want to see her leave in this mood.

“I just feel tired, I’ll see you all later.” She spoke quietly, offering them a half smirk before walking out of the pub. The cold London air hit her like a bus. She sighed to herself as she paused to button up her coat some more and pull on her gloves. Ben had been sweet to offer but she just wouldn’t feel right accepting something like that from him. (Y/N) knew what he could be like with her, always going to extreme lengths to make sure she was happy and cared for no matter what it did to himself. He wore his heart on his sleeve like that. The last thing she wanted to do was seem like she was taking advantage of him, especially considering who he was. God forbid she should ever look like a gold digger to him or his friends. (Y/N) was about to leave before she heard a deep English voice calling her name. “Ben?” She asked the empty street as she turned to see her boyfriend bounding up the steps of the pub they had been in, with only his navy jumper to keep him warm. “What on earth are you doing out here like this? You’re going to catch a cold.” She fussed over him like a mother with her child.

“I don’t care, I can’t enjoy my Christmas with my family knowing that you’re going to be alone.”

“Ben, you can’t just not go home because of me, I’ll be fine on my own, really.” She smiled, gently rubbing his arm. “I know you’re just going to say it’s your job as my boyfriend to worry about me, but you really don’t have to worry about me. I just want you to have a good holiday.”

“Damn it (Y/N/N). I’m not saying that I’m not going to go home.” He laughed with a bright smile before taking her hand in his own. “I’m asking you to come with me.”

“What?”

“Come spend Christmas with me and my family in Bournemouth, (Y/N/N)! I’m sure they’d love to have you. And it’s high time they get to put a face to the name of the girl I just can’t seem to shut up about when I talk to them.”

“Ben...that’s sweet of you to offer but I…”

“I won’t take no for an answer.” He said crossing his arms across his chest like a stubborn child. “They’ve been wanting to meet you for a while now so why not? What do you have to lose?”

“Well, I…”

“I’ll lock myself in the cupboard until you say yes.” He threatened, taking a bit of inspiration from Roger Taylor once again. It had been a few years since Bohemian Rhapsody had come out and still the drummer was influencing and changing his life.

“You can’t be serious.” She laughed at the Brit before her.

“Completely.” He assured her with a wink before gently taking her hand in his. “Please (Y/N/N) ...?” He spoke a lot softer, in almost a whimper. “It would honestly make this the best Christmas ever if I could spend it with you….” He gently pulled off her glove before softly kissing her knuckles. “Please say you’ll come…” He whispered with eyes closed, breath hot against her hand.

(Y/N) felt her heart melt at how loving Ben was being. She wasn’t yet completely used to seeing this soft side of his, the one that craved her emotionally every moment of every day. She had been with so many assholes in the past, having someone who genuinely cared for her in the way Ben cared for her was such a foreign concept to her mind. (Y/N) gently placed her other hand on the blonde’s cheek, prompting him to look up at her with those dazzling celadon eyes she loved so deeply. “I’d love to spend Christmas with you and your family Ben.” She smiled softly before leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

The actor smiled happily into the kiss, pulling her close, wrapping his arms tightly around her feeling the heat radiating from her body. It was hard to describe just why and how he felt such a deep love for a girl he had only just weeks prior become exclusive with. Whatever it was that drew him to her like a moth to a flame, he was never going to let go of the happiness he had found with her. He wouldn’t be able to function without her in his life. When they finally pulled apart, they looked up to see delicate little snowflakes falling from the sky the first, and probably only little bit of snowfall London would see over the holiday period. “Now would you look at that.” Ben smiled up at the sky.

“It’s beautiful…” She smiled looking at the frozen droplets of water as they danced along the gentle breeze before latching themselves onto her nose and eyelashes.

“Yes, you are…” Ben’s low, love filled, sultry voice met her ears. She looked back at his slightly hooded, sparkling celadon orbs, finding nothing but love and desire dancing through them. He placed a cool hand on her cheek before pulling her in for another tender kiss, able to convey all the motions he was feeling in just one simple action.

When they pulled apart again, she gently rested her forehead on his shoulder, holding him close. “Come home with me…?” She asked quietly.

“I’ll just go grab my coat.” He kissed the top of her head before quickly bounding down the steps back into the pub.

“You were gone a long time. What were you up to just now?” Gwilym asked suspiciously, eyebrow raised when the blonde returned.

The rest of the group watched as he slammed back the rest of his pint and the remaining half of Emily’s before slamming a tenner on the table to cover his drinks. “I’ve got something, or should I say someone better to do!” He said with a wink as he grabbed his coat and scarf off the booth seat.

“Careful there Ben, your Roger is showing.” Lucy teased with a giggle as the rest of the table chuckled at the young blonde actor’s eagerness to get out of the pub and back to his girlfriend.

“Har, har.” Ben rolled his eyes playfully before saying his final goodbyes to the group. He bounded back up the steps pulling on his black overcoat in the process. Upon reaching the street, the actor was met with the sweet sight of his girlfriend in her own world trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue as the rest of the world hustled around her going about their own business. He smirked softly at the sight, silently walking up behind her. He gently snaked an arm around her waist, his free hand reaching up to grab her by the chin. The girl let out a surprised yelp struggling for a moment thinking it was a random stranger grabbing her. “You little tease.” Ben spoke quickly, to alert her that it was him. He sighed to himself as he felt her relax against him knowing she was safely in the grip that was her boyfriend. “I propose we go put that brilliant tongue of yours to better use…don’t you agree?”

“Only if you return the favour.” (Y/N) smirked turning around in his arms, placing her hands on her chest.

“Whatever you want babe.” He smirked lacing his fingers with hers, as they began the walk back to her flat.

Ben chuckled softly to himself after a few moments as they walked along in silence. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just thinking about how you could give me the perfect Christmas present a bit early.”

“Oh? And just what might that be?” She asked innocently

“The sight of how sexy you’d look bound to your own headboard.”

“So sure of ourselves, are we?”

“Well, we both know that the moment you look into my absolutely gorgeous eyes, you’ll give in to my every command...” Ben growled playfully, pushing her into a wall, trapping her there with his body as he gently caressed her face with his thumb. “You’re so beautiful...”

“Save it for the bedroom Jones.” She stuck her tongue before throwing her arms around the blonde’s neck, pulling him into a sweet kiss as an elderly couple came around the corner.

“Youth these days…” The old man grumbled.

“Oh, stop it dear, I think it’s sweet. We were once young like them.” The woman responded with a chuckle as her husband pulled her along. Once they had disappeared around the next corner, Ben chuckled softly pulling back.

“Let’s go. I’m freezing.” 

“Well I know the perfect way to warm up.” He winked at her as she smiled at the blonde, interlocking fingers with him before they proceeded down the street once more. It didn’t matter how upset she had been before; Ben always had a way of making all her pain and sadness go away. She had honestly thought it was going to be another blue Christmas this year, but she had been lucky enough to get the ultimate Christmas present a few months prior and that was Ben. With him in her life, the cold December nights and especially the prospect of being lonely this Christmas drifted further and further away until it was gone from sight and mind. He was all she saw, he was all she cared about, he was all she needed, and he was all she wanted this Christmas. Ben and all the love he had to offer alone. Of course, that wasn’t going to stop the blonde Brit from tracking down the perfect Christmas present for the love of his life, after all, he loved her more than life itself, not that she would know that until Christmas.

[elliewritessometimes]

IT’S @mattieswheelers BIRTHDAY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVELY WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH

beCAUSE of this, myself and @notsomightymightytiger decided to steal tea leaf’s time travelling mattie au and create a whole entire fic with their ideas and also a design that @ari-is-anxious did a while back!! hope you enjoy aaaaaaa <3333 aLSO stabbies try and spot as many starboard references as you can heheheh 

this can be read on ao3 here if you prefer the format :)

tw: swearing, murder (it’s minor and resolved tho jsgh), religion (nicco my love read with care), blood, i really hope i haven’t missed anything please do let me know if i missed anything

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Mattie had always been able to time travel. For as long as she could remember, her walk-in wardrobe had been lined with silver metal and held no clothes at all. As a child, this made it all the more exciting, though as she grew older and actually started to want to own clothes, it became a little inconvenient. She supposed all great inventions came with some kind of sacrifice.

Her uncle had made the time machine as a gift when Mattie was born. Her parents, like any basic adults, assumed the wardrobe-sized box was simply a toy and had taken no interest in it. Mattie, from the age of about three when her curiosity had really set in, was the one who discovered that the machine was in fact a working portal and not just a children’s toy. Since then, she had been happily travelling time and space during the darkest hours of night.

(You may have entirely valid concerns about a three year old having full access to time travel - luckily, not just for Mattie’s safety but also that of the entire human race, her uncle had set what were effectively child locks on a lot of the controls. These were diminished the day that Mattie turned thirteen. Uncle Calvin had always been a little weird, but he certainly wasn’t heartless.)

-

Usually, Mattie’s time travel didn’t affect her life. Sure, it made for some pretty awkward conversations as Mattie spurted some knowledge which could never have been explained through a textbook, but those could often be blamed on watching too much Horrible Histories as a child (“Mattie, I swear to God, you’re so bageling British, and yet you’ve never been there, I don’t understand.” “Horrible Histories is a masterpiece! You’re just jealous that you’re too American to have seen it.” “Actual asshole of a child.” “Farrah-!”).

It was going well until Mattie’s freshman year at Giles Corey. And then three of her fellow highschoolers were murdered. And suddenly Mattie had a way to prevent that from happening.

In some stroke of luck, she passed out at the sleepover and didn’t find out about the murders until she was sitting in the back of a cop car, driving to her house to pick up her things. She remembered thinking how weird it was that she wasn’t being taken straight to the station, but brushed that away in favour of ‘going into her wardrobe to change out of her bloody clothes’.

The time machine was cold like it always was and that forced her out of her muddled state quickly enough. She thought back to the victims. Chess. Farrah. Clark. Snapping on her goggles, she pressed a button, whirled backwards through time and space, and appeared at the gate to Riley’s neighbour’s house.

She really wished that she had actually changed her outfit - the damp blood turned cold with the breeze and sent shivers up her spine. The smell perhaps or just her sudden appearance startled the neighbour’s dogs into a frenzy. A figure, Chess, unharmed and merely confused instead of terrified, stood up from Riley’s bench, calling into the darkness. Mattie’s breath caught in her throat. The second figure, knife glinting in the dim streetlight, slipped out of the back door. Their red hair shone in the reflection of the knife with a sick kind of beauty.

Mattie could have stopped them there, taken the knife from the assailant’s grasp, prevented the tragedy of the evening. But she didn’t. She just watched.

Three minutes later, after arriving back in her present time and pressing yet another button on the wall of her closet, she watched the same scene unfold in the bathroom with a much younger victim. Twenty minutes after that, the third attack. This one was different though, an accident.

Still a little desperate and overly conscious of the police officer standing guard outside of her bedroom, she reappeared in her wardrobe, putting on a jumper before turning back time a little further. She appeared in a gymnastics centre as a girl around Mattie’s age did wolf turns on a beam. A coach entered the scene from the sidelines as the girl stopped spinning, her distinctive plait falling still against her back. Something in Mattie ached at the sight of Chess so lively and innocent, willing to give up her life for her dream of succeeding in her sport. As the two wandered into a side room, picking up water with a smile, Mattie edged forwards, collecting soft gym mats as she went. Within minutes, the area surrounding the beam had been double layered with cushioning, and Mattie could only pray that her plan would work. She’d seen enough YouTube videos to know what happened next.

Chess emerged again with her coach, hopping back up onto the beam with practiced ease. Again, Mattie was forced to just watch as she went down into her wolf turn, then rose up, did a split leap across at least half of the beam, and jumped into a twist to land on the floor. It was a messy landing, the gymnast’s ankle caving in on itself, knee twisting unnaturally in the air, before coming down hard onto her side. But, unlike in the previous videos, there wasn’t a resounding crack, only a weak cry of pain as Chess stumbled back to her feet.

Mattie grinned despite herself as snippets of conversation drifted her way.

“-not broken, don’t worry-”

“The Olympics seem out of the picture…”

“Get her a drink to numb the pain! Yes, limeade’s perfect-!”

Mattie arrived in her room again with a whole plethora of new information just inserted into her mind like it had been there all along. There was no longer and never had been a police officer outside her door. Her shirt was clean, her head undamaged. Chess didn’t go to the Olympics, but still did gymnastics in her spare time as her knee made a full and quick recovery. Farrah wasn’t dropped. Riley, in some weird twist of fate, went to the same therapist as Mattie. Life was… good for the Giles Corey Tigers.

Across town, the sleepover was still going ahead as normal. From what weird memories she just gained, Mattie knew that the team was at a rocky patch, their personalities still clashing in any iteration of the evening. But, with some relief, she knew that it would never in this timeline be bad enough for murder to even be considered as an answer. Her phone buzzed. The lies came easily as she covered up her mysterious disappearance from the sleepover she should currently be at.

Reese (school): Where are you???

Mattieeeee: I went home :( not feeling good

Reese (school): :((( that sucks

Mattieeeee: Ikr. I think it was the ice cream.

Reese (school): I told the others

Reese (school): They all say get well soon apart from Kate and Cairo who actually agreed on something for once haha

Mattieeeee: What did they say skjghdjh

Reese (school): “Tolerate the lactose, Wheeler.”

-

In her short-but-actually-quite-long-given-all-the-time-travel life, Mattie had witnessed a number of key historic events (and had caused about 85% by some small accident, but that’s a story for another time). The one which ended up unveiling her secret to someone in her actual life occurred overnight one February. Or maybe July. Depends. Time is weird.

She stepped into a small room, luckily through the doorway and not awkwardly through the window, as done many times before. A man sat hunched over a desk by the window, dressed in brown and using a pen-but-not-really-a-pen to craft a page of writing. From Mattie’s extensive historical knowledge, it could have been anywhere from 1000 BC to the 16th century.

“Hello, excuse me,” she began, “But I’m a little lost.”

The man startled, his not-really-pen skidding across the page and leaving a trail of thick ink in its wake as he blinked at her in the doorway. “Who are you?” He seemed perplexed as to how a young girl was standing there, in the opening to his room, in clothing not of any time now or before.

Something that Mattie had realised after travelling not only to different times, but also to a vast number of different settings around the world, was that somehow, she was never stumped by a language barrier. Instead she was always able to fluently converse with those she met in what appeared to her as American English. It was really weird; she tried not to think about it too much or it made her head hurt. She’d also learnt that it was best not to explain her full situation to her companions, becoming accustomed to pulling the classic ‘I’m not here, you’re just dreaming’ excuse. So that was exactly the tactic she applied here. “A dream figure. You don’t need to be afraid.”

The man narrowed his eyes, glancing down at the paper and then back up to Mattie’s face. “That’s a good line.” He scribbled her words down onto a scrap piece of papyrus. “Maybe I can use that later.”

Mattie grinned, sensing her chance to fuck up history just a little bit. “What are you writing?”

“How the world came to be,” the man explained. “God.”

“Ah, of course. The Bible, huh?”

“Pardon?” The scribe locked eyes with Mattie for the first time, confusion etched clearly on his face. She shook her head in response, having learnt that it was hopeless trying to explain events of the future to people who could never even begin to imagine the future that she came from. Seemingly satisfied, the man continued. “As the vision you are, I wonder if you’ve been sent to answer my queries.”

“Of course. Go ahead.”

“I’m struggling for a name. Not for the book itself, but just for this chapter.”

Mattie smiled as wisely as she could. “What do you have so far?”

“‘Generational Crisis’. The chapter describes how our world came to be - the creation of natural elements, the first humans, the beginnings of emotion. ‘Generational’ as it shall be carried on for generations, and ‘crisis’ as it’s a huge event, a crisis for the higher powers.”

Mattie choked. Her mind imagined a world where the entry chapter to the Bible was named as so, and it was a world of chaos and highly differing language choices. “That is very wise, sir. I have one suggestion: how about shortening it? Make it snappier, more catchy. I’m thinking…” She paused, feigning deep thought, “‘Genesis.’”

The man gasped, scrawling her word down at the top of the papyrus. “Genius! Thank you, child. I should write your name in my finished book, to show my gratitude for your kindness.”

“Mattie, sir, Mattie Wheeler. It’s been lovely to meet you and see your studies.” Over the centuries, Mattie had learnt to leave those she met with some kind of reassurance as the humane aspect of her hobby. “Before I go, I may be a dream spirit, but I can assure you that the work you have done right now shall be greatly appreciated for thousands of years to come.”

“You really are a wonder, perhaps a child sent from the power above.”

Unthinking, she snorted, replying, “Oh, boy, you are not ready to hear about Jesus.”

“Jesus? You mean my sister’s husband? I do hear some curious rumours about the man…”

Mattie hid her laugh behind a hand. Of course, this was hundreds of years before Jesus Christ came to be thought of. “I know, right? Jesus? More like JeSUS.” The scribe didn’t reply, mind clearly tired of its confusion and instead turning back to something it knew well. He picked up his writing patterns again. Mattie turned away, back to the doorway. “I will leave you to your writing again. Sleep well.” Leaving a small vial of dissolved sleeping pills on the desk, she stepped out of the door.

-

The only class that Mattie knew she would see Eva in was Religion. They didn’t actually share the class, but Mattie’s Religion teacher was Eva’s form tutor and the older girl often used the classroom as a quieter study area for her free period. Not that Mattie would call a class of thirty sophomores particularly peaceful, but apparently she hadn’t heard the noise of the senior study area, you genuinely don’t understand, last week Jacob Thomas tried to make toast using the sun on a desk and then, bam, the entire of senior year are creating chants about sun bread, it was so weird, Mattie, I transferred to a school of crackheads.

After her travel to the 7th century AD, Mattie sparked a sudden interest in her Religion classes. Eva, being the older sister that she was, watched closely as the sophomore stayed behind after class to search the Bible for something in particular.

“What’re you looking for?”

“Nothing!” Mattie didn’t look up from fervently turning the pages.

“Well, that’s a fucking lie.” Eva perched on the side of a desk, sliding across to snatch the book out of the younger girl’s hands. “Why the hell are you looking at what is essentially the movie credits for the Bible???”

Eva watched as Mattie bit her lip, eyes darting around the empty classroom. She thought for a long moment, visibly debating points in her head, before leaning over the top of the book to run her finger down a list of names. About a third of the way down the page, she stopped. Eva’s eyes followed her finger as it drew a circle around a certain name. Matte Wheyler  

“See. I was looking for that.”

Eva didn’t say anything for a while. Mattie waited with baited breath as Eva’s brain tried to make sense of what they saw. “Mattie Wheeler, what the bagel.” It didn’t bother to even be a question.

“It’s a really long story.” Mattie slumped onto the desk as well. “Hey, did you know that ‘Genesis’ would have originally been called ‘Generational Crisis’ if it wasn’t for me?”

After a glance at both of their timetables, they decided that their next lessons (biology and latin respectively) were worth missing. Instead, they stayed seated on a desk in the Religion classroom, as Mattie explained in detail how her name came to be in the Bible. It was refreshing to finally spill her secret after fifteen years of complete silence, and Mattie wondered vaguely in the back of her mind if one day Eva might be able to share in her time travelling adventures. That might take a little more explaining though, because Eva sure did have a lot of questions.

“So, you don’t change anything?”

“Not anything major. Like, I can’t stop Hitler or anything, that would change too big an event. Little things, however, like names and stuff, it’s fun to mess around with. Ever wondered why the Italian city, Pisa, has its name? I delivered pizza to the guys who were kind of like the government at the time of its naming. Hence, the Leaning Tower of Pizza.”

Eva cackled. “Wait, what?! God, dude, that’s nuts. What the fuck.”

“What can I say, all I really want in life is a little bit of chaos and also mozzarella sticks.”

-

Mattieeeee sent a photo.

evanescence: is that??? abraham lincoln????

Mattieeeee: Abraham Lincoln was an otter.

evanescence: how so?

Mattieeeee: Point one: look at him.

Mattieeeee: Point two: no seriously. Look at him.

evanescence: oh my god

evanescence: i cannot believe you have a literal selfie with abraham lincoln that’s fucking wild

Mattieeeee: Perks of the job :D

evanescence: literally hire me i want a selfie with cleopatra

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farrah o’satanic ritual: yall i got out of the shower like an hour ago and i still haven’t changed

Imposter: What can I say, bath robes are in fashion rn

farrah o’satanic ritual: ive told you before clark stop pretending you know how to dress

Mattieeeee: Farrah did you not die in the shower?

katherine: ????mattie???????

farrah o’satanic ritual: no?? i didn’t

SmileyRiley: dang it

katherine: riLEY-

caicrow: riley i thought we’d moved on from murder

Imposter: Plot twist: Mattie was the murderer all along

katherine: CLARK-

Mattieeeee: oops-

-

It wasn't meant to happen, she swore up and down it was a mistake. A true and honest accident. And it kinda was? I mean Mattie hadn’t intended for the scaffolding on the new tower being constructed in Pisa to wobble, she’d already fucked up Pisa once in her career, but… Well, that's what she got for letting loose Giles and Corey (her occasional time travelling companions, who also happened to be cats) in the middle of a Italian city in 1252. She could have sworn the catnip was safely concealed in one of the pockets inside her jacket (which was filled with all sorts of trinkets from her travels in the space-time continuum), yet somehow the two had still gotten into it. She guessed that's what she got for not hydrating-feel-greating and eating-to-defeating.

An old citizen eyed her suspiciously, taking in her struggle with the two cats. Or maybe she was just more focused on Mattie’s goggles - she doubted anyone in 13th century Pisa had seen such a bold fashion statement before. The tower continued to lean in the background.

Finally, Giles and Corey settled down, each in a pocket of her trench coat. Mattie breathed a sigh of relief, which only got halfway out of her before she was sucking it back in as the old lady from across the street began to approach her.

“Young lady.”

Mattie smiled sheepishly. “Hello, ma’am. Is everything alright?”

The lady looked mildly amused. “I couldn’t help but notice your two cats going mysteriously close to the tower before it started collapsing. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

“Oh, no, ma’am. My cats are very well behaved.” Giles gave a resounding yelp at exactly the wrong time. A hiss from Corey echoed from the opposite pocket.

“Well,” the lady grinned, “If that’s the case, why don’t you leave the animals with me? You seem fairly preoccupied with the tower - perhaps you can try and assist its reconstruction?” She held out a hand.

Mattie thought for a moment and then handed across the two cats. “Thank you ever so much, ma’am. I’ll try and be quick.” The woman nodded and Mattie sped across the square to the drastically swaying tower.

When she arrived back at the woman’s table, there was a second lady in animated conversation with her. As Mattie approached, she stood up to take her leave, pressing a kiss to the first lady’s hair as she left. Something was definitely fruity there.

“All fixed!”

“I’m glad.” The woman nudged the cats back to their owner, looking intensely over Mattie’s shoulder to the stabilised tower. “It certainly looks sturdier.”

“I should hope so.”

The woman narrowed her eyes. “Sometimes,” she said, staring pointedly at an area on the structure, “I think about crabs.”

“Oh?” Mattie tilted her head. “Do you?”

“Yes. And often when I think about crabs, I think that they shouldn’t be in Pisa, and they most definitely should not be crawling over the tower.”

Mattie gasped and followed her gaze, muttering curses under her breath. “I didn’t realise I’d brought a whole crab with me! I thought I’d taken the sea life off the rocks!”

The woman chuckled. “You seem to be a strange character. Child, where on Earth did you find not only rocks large enough to support a tower, but also a live crab in Pisa?”

Accepting her fate, Mattie decided to tell the truth. “They’re from Egypt.” At the woman’s questioning look, she expanded, “I’m a traveller of sorts.”

“Oh. Well, child, you’re a gift of a traveller. Brightened my day. Italy these days is far too serious. Maybe we should put more crabs on the leaning tower, huh?”

Tucking her cats back into their respective pockets, Mattie allowed herself to laugh. “Maybe we should.” With a nod and a smile, she wandered off, eagerly awaiting her portal.

-

“Why were you in Egypt anyway?” Eva asked as Mattie recounted yet another of her time-travel-gone-wrong experiences.

“Library of Alexandria.”

“Oh, yeah, because that explains so much.”

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes. “It was 48 BC, Caesar was burning shit, this random Roman dude set fire to the library.” She pulled a book out of her backpack. “I saved this and stashed away a few of the slabs of rock. And apparently a crab.”

Eva took the book in awe. “Jesus Christ… This thing is, like, thousands of years old…”

“I know, right? Weird.” She watched as Eva flicked through the pages, tracing her finger over certain words or illustrations. “But it was such a beautiful library, I couldn’t let it just burn. So, I retaliated. Burnt the house of the soldier who set the original flame.”

“Mattie!”

She shrugged. “Setting someone’s house on fire is a survival skill.”

“Oh my God.”

“I would have done something more dramatic, but I had to get home. I had a cake which would need to come out of the oven.”

Eva laughed, the sound echoing around the empty classroom. They were skiving class again, this time PE, the one class they had which coincidentally fell at the same time for both year groups. “How are you so normal in school, but so badass when you time travel?”

“I dunno. All I can say is that cake and spite are my only motivators.”

“You’re like a superhero. ‘Time Travelling Mattie: The Only One Who Can Lead A Dual Life Successfully’!!!”

Mattie blushed, shrugging. She definitely needed to take Eva with her one day. A superhero duo. “Okay, that name needs some work. How about: ‘Sanchez And Wheeler, The Ultimate Time Travelling Duo’?”

“I think I like the sound of that.”

“Yeah?”

Eva nodded, shaking her hand like they were signing a business contract. “Yeah.”

[whothef0ckisalice]

Artist Research

ASSEMBLAGE

Assemblage is art that is made by assembling disparate elements often everyday objects scavenged by the artist or brought specially

can be traced back to the early 1950s, when Jean Dubuffet created a series of collages of butterfly wings (Above), which he titled assemblages d'empreintes.

The use of assemblage as an approach to making art goes back to Pablo Picasso’s cubist constructions, the three dimensional works he began to make from 1912. An early example is his Still Life 1914 which is made from scraps of wood and a length of tablecloth fringing, glued together and painted. Picasso continued to use assemblage intermittently throughout his career.

Dada artist Kurt Schwitters began to use scavenged scrap materials to create collages and assemblages – he called this technique ‘Merz’. (A nonsense word to describe his collage and assemblage works based on scavenged scrap materials) Assemblage also became the basis for many surrealist objects. Inspired by psychologist Sigmund Freud’s writings about the unconscious and dreams, surrealist artists often combined unlikely combinations of found objects to create surprising and unsettling sculptures.

In the 1950s and 60s assemblage started to become more widely known and used. Artists like Robert Rauschenberg and Jasper Johns started using scrappy materials and objects to make anti-aesthetic art sculptures, a big part of the ideas that make assemblage what it is.

Take an object / Do something to it / Do something else to it.

(Jasper Johns, sketchbook note, 1964)

The origins of the art form goes back to the cubist constructions of Pablo Picasso c. 1912–1914

Artists to look at

John Chamberlain (1927–2011), a Chicago artist known for his sculptures of welded pieces of wrecked automobiles.

Louise Nevelson (1899–1988), an American artist, known for her abstract expressionist "boxes" grouped together to form a new creation. She used found objects or everyday discarded things in her "assemblages" or assemblies, one of which was three stories high

n Paris in the 1920s Alexander Calder, Jose De Creeft, Picasso and others began making fully 3-dimensional works from metal scraps, found metal objects and wire. In the U.S., one of the earliest and most prolific assemblage artists was Louise Nevelson, who began creating her sculptures from found pieces of wood in the late 1930s.

Enio Iommi   (1926 - 2013)

Regadera vs. el espacio, 1997 - site officiel Enio Iommi 

"Whenever I found a material that is appealing to me, I look for it and save it at home for some time. After a while, I employ the material because I’ve already pondered on it. I envisage how the material appears on my mind and how my mind adapts to the material. I strive towards what I want to do. If an image appears so be it. If nothing shows up, then off to trash. Beware! Because trash is also good!"

Dragging stuff in from the streets is now a full time occupation that I did t know I would be doing for my degree but hey you gotta do what I gotta do

I think assemblage is what my work is its not exactly sculptural or installation but some aspects fall into those categories but while working with Assemblage its a lot less I want to say time consuming but they all take a long time its probably just cause I don’t have to think a lot about where everything goes and I kinda just assemble it

[vyglitchcraft]

More of Gantz's Coworkers

Again Designs will be coming later

Army of One

Real Name: Nui Ito

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Height: 5'4

Alias: Army of One, Stitching Killer, Thread of Death

Nationality: Japanese

Job: Enforcer, Assassination

Weapon of Choice: Needles, Poisons

Bio: Nui has been a known serial killer for a long time, she's known to stitch together bodies and placing them in public in intricate ways. Her personality is very chaotic, she's cocky and psychotic but always smart and observant.

Likes: Sewing, Music, Shinto Shrines, Traditional Music

Hates: Fruits, Uselessly Expensive Things, Religious Chanting

Menhera Scythe

Real Name: Niseki Akikawa

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Height: 5'8

Alias: Menhera Scythe, Happy Death, Nise-san/tan

Nationality: Japanese

Job: Tracking, Assassination

Weapon of Choice: Scythe

Bio: Niseki or Nise-san by her coworkers is a happy go lucky girl that's always oblivious to everything, it's unknown if she's faking this persona or not. She's fairly sadistic and seemingly always faking a smile and keeping a happy face (which fits for her name Nise = fake and Ki = joy)

Likes: Japanese Street Fashion, Carnival Rides, Festivals, Loud Places, Cute/Pastel Coloured Things

Dislikes: Masculine Clothes, Nui Ito (finds her personality "uncute"), Sports, Being Bored

Mirror & Dreams

Real Name: Specchio and Sognare Gallo

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Height: 6'0

Alias:

Specchio: Mirrors, The Ghost in The Reflections, The Fallen Gallo Twins

Sognare: Dreams, Freddy Kruger's Less Interesting Ripoff, The Fallen Gallo Twins

Nationality: Italian

Job: Enforcer, Interrogation, Intimidation

Weapon of Choice: N/A

Bio: The Gallo Twins were born from a high class and rich family (including their little brother Illusione that's a student council in Murashima Academy), the family had their reputation in stakes by the mafia from having a hefty unpaid debt that they can't pay, so Specchio and Sognare was forced to work for the mafia and currently working with a partner gang called The Urban Empire. They're basically copies of eachother and do things in perfect sync even when separated. Both are very professional and surprisingly loving for eachother, they treat everyone with respect but sometimes coming out as emotionless and cold.

Likes: Eachother, Expensive Meals, Suits, Champagne, Wine, Money

Hates: Disrespectful People, Liars, Blood/Gore, Modern Art

La Glace

Real Name: Arctite Le Brillant

Age: Unknown

Gender: Male

Height: 6'2

Alias: Ice, Le Glace, Arctic, Diamond Death

Nationality: French, Russian

Job: Debt Collector, Treasurer (not really but similar), Information Gathering, Reputation Keeper (keeps the gangs reputation high/good)

Weapon of Choice: Long Sword

Bio: Arctite is one of the members that oversees the gangs money, his background is mostly unknown but it is known that he has a brother named Crystalline that works as a teacher in Murashima Academy. Same as his brother he usually teach new members and even help out some of the younger members in school or work outside of the gang. Although he comes out as cold he's very heartwarming and kind, having a high reputation with civilians as caring although strict and a bit cold but angered his whole persona will shatter and he'll be more sadistic and violent.

Likes: Money, Fashion Brands, Winter, Metal Smithing, Classical Music

Hates: Messy/Unorganized People, Action/Blockbuster Films, Oblivious Attitudes, Mindless Vandalism

Garden of Lies

Real Name: Eden Kouris

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Height: 6'3

Alias: Garden of Lies, Siren of The Land

Nationality: Greek, Italian

Job: Information Gathering, Spy, Assassination

Weapon of Choice: Flora (able to control and create them like Giorno Giovanna)

Bio: Don't be fooled Eden is not the nice and shy boy that he may show himself to be. He's a cruel and sadistic man and a pathological liar. He keeps his past a secret so not much is known about him. He kills by luring other people to his garden using his charm then wrapping veins around them until they got crushed, so manipulative is also a part of his personality, although there are some reports of the shyness and niceness maybe a bit genuine.

Likes: Gardening, Being Alone, Books (Novels specifically), Tricking People, Pranks

Hates: Tobi (Finds him annoying), Loud Places, Sweets, Soft Drinks, Alcohol

Codifica

Real Name: Nathaniel Giordano

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Height: 5'11

Alias: Codifica, N, Giovanni

Nationality: Italian, American

Job: Hacker, Information Gathering, Recruiter, Interrogation

Weapon of Choice: N/A

Bio: Nathaniel (usually just called N) is one of the best hacker in the gang besides L. His personality can be described as very carefree, sarcastic (in a "bad bitch" way), and friendly. He usually gets along with anyone if he didn't talk about how he would brutally have sex with the person he's crushing on that week.

Likes: Snuff Films, L (best friend and works with him often), Women's Magazine, Expensive Perfumes, Chemistry, Anime

Hates: People that can't take a joke, Emotionless People, Drama, Musicals

Nico

Real Name: Nicholas Dawn

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Height: 6′8

Alias: Nicotine, Nico

Nationality: African, Italian, American

Job: Drug Trade, Weapon Trade, Recruiter

Weapon of Choice: Razor Blades

Bio: Nico is the no joke boss of the trading team. He's always serious and professional, usually only doing things because he needs too. He comes from a fairly poor family which forced him into working with the gang. Besides as a recruiter he also train new members and fairly known as a good teacher albeit a very emotionless and almost oblivious teacher.

Likes: Metal, Rock, Weapon Smithing, Philosophy, Manipulation

Hates: Giving more than you have too, Laziness, Expensive Prices

Feed The Machine

Real Name: Suiker Bakker

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Height: 5'7

Alias: Sugato (given by his classmates), Feed The Machine

Nationality: Dutch

Job: Overseer, Last Defense Guard, Debt Collector

Weapon of Choice: Metal Scraps

Bio: Sugato is one of the nicest person you'll ever meet, he's very sweet and caring which fits his name and uni major which is Culinary Arts. Although that is when he's in his normal mode, when using his powers his personality change from sweet to the total opposite. His power is to control anything he eats as long it's inside him (ie he eats some bolts, he'll able to control metal) but the side effects cause him to be more violent and sadistic, which he regrets.

Likes: Baking, Cooking, Giving Gifts, Teaching Others

Hates: Hurting Others (for no reason, he's weirdly ok with killing innocent people as long it has a reason), Not Thinking Before An Action, Mindless Vandalism