#Type B-10 Jacket

[introspect-la]

TOYS McCOY FW24 TYPE B-10 THE WACKY WABBIT JACKET

[twinkling-moonlillie]

Lip Gloss (Lucifer x Reader Drabble)

A/N: I was inspired to write this based on this Hello Kitty apple flavored lip gloss that I saw yesterday. I was tempted to buy it lol. Also I'm just getting back into writing, so it may be a bit choppy teehee

Warnings: Slightly sexual, the use of the word apple way too many times...Lucifer may be a little ooc?

If there was one thing that Lucifer loved, it was ducks. But if there was a second thing that Lucifer absolutely adored, it would be apples. Since you have known Lucifer, he has always been obsessed with integrating apples in your daily lives. From his coat that he wears everyday down to the small engravings in the wood framing of your shared bed, apples were everywhere. All of his favorite foods consisted of some type of apple, whether it be apple fritters or apple pie. He had apple themed pajamas, apple themed silverware, apple themed pillows even. The man was completely obsessed. 

So that’s why you should not have been surprised with your current situation. Pressed up against the wall with hands pinned above your head, you were face to face with Lucifer. His pupils resembled a solar eclipse, strands of his platinum blond hair sticking up wildly. 

Both of you guys were supposed to have met with Charlie and Vaggie for a nice dinner at Ozzie’s thirty minutes ago. While getting ready you had complimented your look with a new apple flavored lip gloss that you had gotten out of amusement a few days prior. With as affectionate Lucifer was, you knew that he would like the new addition, but you were unaware of how feral it would make him. 

Just as you were heading out, Lucifer brought you in for a sweet kiss; it was something he did on autopilot, a small display of his endless love; however, once his lips tasted the crisp apple flavor, he almost melted. 

Thus, your wall predicament. 

“Your lips taste like apples…” Lucifer mumbled, his voice making the statement almost sound like a question. His gaze was focused on your now smudged lips. 

“I-I, well…I bought it f-from that new store and it was cute, and I know how much you love apples b-but I didn’t think…” Your stuttering trailed off as a smirk stretched across his porcelain skin, his tongue peaking through and wiping away the remnants of the gloss on his lips.

You tried to look away from the sinful eroticism on display, face completely flushed. “Shouldn’t we, um, go? We’re already-” 

But before you could finish your thought, Lucifer had pressed his lips to yours. The grip he had over your hands tightened as he nibbled your bottom lip, the apple flavored gloss long lost.

You were fully consumed, bodies ablaze as you leaned in impossibly close to him. While Lucifer had a long list of talents and skills, his ability to make you feel alive despite your dwindling breath, to erase the past and future and tethering you distinctly to the present, had to be one of his greatest. It was just you. It was just him. 

A small whimper escaped his throat as your hands escaped from his grasp, finding purchase in his hair. His hands shakily roamed your body, leaving a trail of electricity that caused a kaleidoscope of butterflies to flutter in your lower regions. 

As Lucifer pulled away - eyes dilated and jacket crinkled - he looked dazed, the same way he appeared in the early mornings. The smirk that was thickly painted on his face was replaced with a goofy smile. 

How dare this man steal your breath away and look so innocent afterwards? 

“Oh golly, we're going to be late! We needed to be there 40 minutes ago!” Lucifer exclaimed as he looked at his wrist. 

You patted yourself down, trying to smooth down your hair and fix your also wrinkled clothes. “It’s almost as if I tried telling you that 10 minutes ago” You teased. 

Lucifer laughed as he lightly reached for your hand. “Well, I mean, did you really expect me to contain myself when your lips tasted that good?” 

[sleepy-harper]

Harpy's regress-cember!

Happy 2 announce I'm hosting a 15-day event of Christmas/holiday themed regression content 2 b made for December!!

This event is free to join!!! Regardless if you want to make it regression-based or not, just have fun with it! Any type of media is accepted, and you're free to decide if you want to flip the days around or start at anytime during or after December!!!

Feel free to come into my asks if you have any questions on the event or prompts!!

text version of the list under the cut:

1. Snow day

2. Mittens

3. Snow fight

4. Fireplace

5. Hot cocoa

6. Blankets

7. Under the weather

8. Sniffles

9. Breakfast in bed

10. Holiday movies

11. Holiday crafts

12. Decorating

13. Gingerbread houses

14. "You need a jacket!"

15. Snowmen

[gremlins-hotel]

alfred rocking some different flight jackets (nerd stuff under cut)

The flight jacket, an iconic piece of any aviator's outerwear. Before they ever became symbols of fashion and the 'exalted' place that came with the occupation of pilot, the flight jacket as we know it was first made for function. Aircraft of World War I and the earliest designs were open cockpit machines, and many would remain that way in the Interbellum. All that to say this paramount paraphernalia's original purpose was to keep an aviator warm in the sky.

Keep in mind that the images above may not reflect every specimen of their type. Jackets differed in design by manufacturer, production block, and even by the military branch (Navy jackets also often have a different name) & unit ordering them. A great example is the wide range of looks for the quintessential B-3. My apologies in advance for them being all American designs. I would love to show off some of the British flight jackets, but I would rather do a little more research (and practice drawing Arthur more)!

A-1 (1927-1931) A thin leather jacket designed for lower altitudes and made with a flattering fit high on the waist, the A-1 was the kickstart to the wide variety the Army Air Corps would come to know. The A-1 had differing designs between the Navy and the infant Air Corps, and early A-1s are distinguished by having seven buttons and a knit collar, which later models did not keep. However, later models did retain the knit waistband and cuffs.

A-2 (1931-1943) The direct successor to the A-1, the A-2 quickly replaced its older brother. This is one of the more recognizable jackets from the States after becoming the standard for the Air Corps in the early 1930s. The quality of the jackets would fall due to wartime rationing, with early designs of horsehide and silk becoming goatskin and cotton, however, the general look remained. The A-2 was still primarily for open cockpit designs, lower altitudes, and warmer climes. Identifiable from the A-1 by its snap-down leather collar, zipper, and varying shapes and sizes of a hook-and-eye clasp at the collar to close it.

G-1 (1938-present) This looker would replace the A-2 in form and function during the 1940s, first becoming popular with the Army and Navy before being adopted by USAAF. Originally named the ANJ-3/AN-J-3 the jacket gained its new designation by the time the Air Corps caught on. The G-1 came with a mouton collar and a bi-swing back to allow for greater arm movement, meanwhile, it lacked the over-zipper 'wind flap' of its predecessors. A keen eye for pop culture might realize that this is the jacket from the 1986 hit Top Gun.

B-3 (1934-1943) Ah, the B-3! Commonly known simply as the "bomber jacket," the B-3 was made with a high-altitude bomber in mind, unlike previous designs. Incredibly bulky and lined with sheepskin the B-3 was made to keep crews at 25,000 feet above from freezing in their unpressurized cabins, with many such as the early B-17 Flying Fortresses possessing open waist gunner ports. The wide collar could be closed with two leather straps and the jacket did not come with the famous knit waistband or cuffs that others did. "The General" was a B-3 design made specifically for General George S. Patton, who popularized the B-3 outside of the Air Corps. (The B-3 had a slimmer cousin - the B-6 - designed as the 'quality of life' inside bombers improved, such as pressurized cabins.)

B-7 (1941-1942) Short-lived, the B-7 Parka was manufactured for pilots operating in the brutal cold of Alaska. However, not much is known of it due to its limited production. In fact, the B-7 was discontinued swiftly due to its high manufacturing cost. Either way, the B-7 is a funky one-off that is easily distinguishable from the lineup by its three-quarter length and coyote-lined hood.

B-15 (1944-1954) The infamous green flight jacket that many today typically know as the "bomber jacket". The B-15 quickly replaced its older brother, the B-10 (1943-1944). Like other designs it had many variations. Similar to the G-1, the B-15 shared the same pocket design and lack of a wind flap, yet the B-15 was cloth with a mouton collar and a knit waistband and cuffs. The shell was produced in a range of materials including nylon and cotton-rayon. It was lighter weight and far less warm than its sheepskin predecessors and spoke to the advancements in aviation technology. A quirk of its design that soon became standard was the designated pen pocket on the upper left arm.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

[tilthedayidice]

hey! i know you said you would be up for doing some more bg3 mod recs, and im having trouble finding what cool outfits i want to put my gang in. do you have any armour/outfit mods?

in return i offer my current favourite mod: Boring Dyes by HeartsWires 💗

Yes, Yes I do. And that's actually one of my favorite dye mods too!!!!!!!! (editing Lacey here, I forgot to add a title to this)

While I have your attention, here's a cool site to help Palestine, all you gotta do is click it daily.

Dressing my crew up in silly little outfits is like 60% of my game playtime. 10% of it is spent making us all the same color scheme.

I do wanna give you a heads up and let you know a lot of outfit mods are made with Bodies 1 and 2 of the Elven/Human/Tiefling races in mind. I will have it listed which Body types are supported if the mod author also lists it. If the list is too long I'll direct you to the page.

Welcome to my Baldur's Gate 3 Mod list on How to Dress for Success (or in my case, for bed most of the time)

Gonna start with Mods made for individual characters, then move on to outfit packs. Any Mods that feature NSFW option will have a little disclaimer at the end in.......... lets say purple this time. And if it can be found in the tutorial chest mod it'll be listed in orange, for contrast... ya its all comin up milhouse

Alot of these outfit mods can either be purchased from vendors found around Faerun, or can be found in the Tutorial Chest Summoning. This Mod allows you to summon the Cartilaginous chest found in the tutorial level, and mods that support this will be available in said chest during the tutorial, or can be summoned later in game.

Individual Character Outfit Packs:

These Mods were made with a specific character in mind and are themed around them.

Astarion's Gear

Vampire and Rogue themed gear made for Astarion so it's only avaibnle for Male Body 2. Features both Armor and Camp Clothing. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Gale Concept Art Armor

From the mod page "Adds Gale an armor set based on one of his concepts from the official art book. Visuals work only for default body type 2.". This mod features a flashier Suit jacket armor set and camp clothing for Gale. I also want to recommend Unique Starter Robes for Gale and Camp Robes for Gale, they're far less flashy and more in line with his original armor, but offer a nice change. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest

Halsin Barer Clothes

I'm just gonna put the description here... "Custom made armor/camp clothes specifically made for Halsin and his body type to show his gifts from Nature. Comes in Autumn colors too."Main mod is only made to fit halsin, so Body Type 4 will work. Camp Clothing option. This mod is made to fit the main 4 Body Types. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Bundle Packs:

This Mods feature a large variety of outfits either made for a specific body type or for a variety of body type.

Basket Full of Equipment

This Mod contains a huge variety of in game outfits and some edited one. When I say Huge variety, it has over 800 pieces of armor and equipment in it. Has options for every Body Type, some options are race/gender/size restricted. Comes with NSFW, Underwear to Underwear Slot converter, and Camp Clothing Converter. NSFW options, can be found in the tutorial Chest. Features Cheat Items.

Scantily Camp Outfit

This mod features a variety of edited outfits to make themore... revealing. I like pairing this one with one of the modular outfit mods. I'm not here for cheeks out, but i do like some of the cool variants. This mod is mostly available for Femme Body Types but does come with some Male Body 2 options. Heads up, I do infarct fuckin hate the shoes. They're High Heels and not even sturdy lookin ones. But puttin Shadowheart in the withers outfit is worth imo. NSFW options, Can be found in the Tutorial Chest

Proof it works on men (I'll never do an ID again):

This was a happy accident (I laughed really hard when i saw him at camp)

Vsetments of the Faithful (Bane Bhaal Myrkul Ilmater Leira Milil Mystra Raven Queen Selune Shar Silvanus)

This mod pack contains armor from the Vanilla assets of the game, giving you access to all Deity based equipment. Suitable for most body type, each set has its own exception. Youi can download this as a mega set of all deities, or pick and choose. Can be found in the Tutorial chest.

Citizens Outfits as Camp Clothes

This mod features outfits you see NPCs wearing in Baldur's Gate (uh the city) and is compatible with All Body Types. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest

Fancy Camp Clothes

This Mod is mostly for Body type 1 with a few options also fitting Body Type 2 and features custom outfits with more of a noble vibe to them. The night song outfit in the pack is super nice looking and is so good for Shadowheart. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Extra Gear

This Mod features a wide variety of armor and clothing (for armor slot) for a variety of Body Types, I recommend checking out the mod page for what goes where. Themes available for all classes.This creator has a Camp Clothing Converter, made the Fancy Camp Clothes mod, and has Paladin and Cleric Gear and More Mage Gear available as well. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest. Features Cheat Items.

Witcher Gear

This is actually going to be a collection of mods based on the Witcher series outfits. I don't play these games, but I love the outfits. Witcher 3 Armor (Keira Ciri Yennefer Margarita) features gear from the listed characters only for Body 1 NSFW Options, can be found in the Tutorial Chest. Yennefer's Wardrobe outfits from the mentioned character for all Body Types. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest. Triss's Wardrobe Outfits based on the mentioned character for all Body Types, can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Once again here's Astarion in a silly outfit, I treat him like a princess, leave me alone. (I'll be listing my outfit in the misc section see Nymph Outfit)

Mystical Fashions

12 Outfits for bodytype2 Elf/Drow/Half-Elf/Tiefling/Human. Armor and camp clothes abailable, these are Vanilla outfits edited to have a more Roguish appearence. Featuring fur trims and feathers. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Modular Pieces:

These are Mods that feature outfit pieces that can be equipped in the head/cloak/shoe slots to create a different look. Some of these mods will result in clipping.

Modular Equipment

This Mod provides pieces of armor to layer over your outfits.It only supports Body 1 Humans, Elves, Drow, and Half-Elves/ Tieflings are partially supported. Most items come with Both armor and camp clothing options. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest

Modular Skirts

This mod comes with a variety of skirts clipped from other outfits made to layer over yours. Each skirt currently supports different Body Types so be sure to check the mod page to see what works for who. I personally use the Jaheira skirt a lot. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest

Modular Pants and Skirts

This Mod features 14 Pants and Skirts ripped from in game outfits for you to layer over existing sets. Compatible with Most Body Types. Comes with a backpack for both Cloak and Head slots. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Accessory Mods!

These Mods add in small accessories to finish off your outfits like; Necklaces, Hats, Cloaks, Glasses, and more. Many of these mods are placed in the Head or Cloak slots.

Box of Necklaces

Exactly what it sounds like. Adds a little extra sparkle to your characters! Available in both Head and Cloaks Slots. Works for everyone. Not dyable. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Tav's Hairpin Box

Adds a variety of small hair pins for the Head slot. Has slight clipping with some hairstyles, it was made to pair with Bruenor Braids. Mostly for Body 1 compatible with some Githyanki. Can be found in the Tutorial Box.

Faerunian Carnival

A collection of Carnival Masks to your game. These maks are mostly made for Humanoid characters, some Githyanki work has been done but there is some positioning issues. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Miscellaneous Mods

These mods only add a single outfit, item, or accessory to the game.

Trilli Bumbleroot 's backpack

This mod features a set of armor, accessories, and camp clothing strictly for gnomes Body type 1. The set is nature elements and comes with 2 dyes. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Nymph's Outfit

Long Flowy Robes suitable for all Bodies and Races. Comes in Both Camp Clothing and Armor. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest. NSFW-ish?

Mushroom Hat

Its a hat! And it looks like a mushroom! And it glows! I have it right now but I don't have a character I think it'll suit..... Thinkin about puttin it on Minthara. Its is a blue mushroom ripped stright from the underdark's assets. It comes in Pink and Blue glow. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Triss Dlc Gown for Mystra

It's the previous Mod from the Witcher section, but slapped it on Mystra. Her outfit sucks, she sucks, this is better lmao

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII think I should go ahead and post this for now before it get... too long, but i will be updating this post if any of these mods have updates, or I find something new and interesting!

If you have any specifics you'd like me to find and add on let me know!

Dividers made by @saradika-graphics !!

[eeriecode-fgo]

FGO FanServant - Kairi, the Princess of Light

(artwork by TamTam88, originally found here)

Will contain spoilers up to Kingdom Hearts III after the break

Ascension Stages

First Stage: Kairi's outfit from Kingdom Hearts II, wielding Destiny's Embrace.

Second Stage: Kairi's outfit from Kingdom Hearts III, still wielding Destiny's Embrace.

Third Stage: Kairi is now dressed in a black leather dress, with a dark pink skirt underneath, a light pink jacket on top of it, and black leather boots. Her hair are also longer, close to their length during the events of KH2.

Parameters

Class: Caster

Alternate Classes: Foreigner (Traveler)

Source: Kingdom Hearts

Region: Destiny Islands

Voice Actress: Risa Uchida

Rarity: SR

Alignment: Lawful Good

Attribute: Earth

Deck: Arts (Buster: 2 hits; Quick: 4 hits; Arts: 3 hits; Extra: 3 hits)

Traits: Humanoid, Seven Class Servant, Female, Weak to Enuma Elish, Keyblade Wielder, Light User, Unrevivable

Passive Skills

Magic Resistance - Rank C

FGO Effect

Increase own Debuff resistance by 15%.

Guardian of the In-Between - Rank C

A standard skill among Keybearers who travel in the Lanes Between. Mere possession of a Keyblade grants its wielder a constant supply of magical energy, while the act of travelling across worlds marks them as alien to Proper Human History.

FGO Effect

Charge own NP gauge by 3% each turn.

Gain 1 C.Star each turn.

Pure Light - Rank EX

A unique skill representing Kairi's status as a Princess of Heart, her heart of pure light offers a near unbreakable protection from darkness.

FGO Effect

Increases own Debuff resistance by 30%.

Increases own damage by 300.

Increases own damage against [Darkness User] enemies by 700.

Reduces own damage taken from [Darkness User] enemies by 1300.

Custom Append Skills

Healing Boost

Replaces Append Skill 3

Increases healing given (50%~100%)

Bond Skill

Apply Delayed On-Death buff (1 time)

-- On Death: Gain 30 C.Stars.

Active Skills

Life Magic - Rank C+

A common ability among Keyblade users, this skill allows the user to treat wounds and status effects. This ability is strenghtened by Kairi's affinity for light, allowing her to perform feats that would normally require multiple different incantations with a single spell.

FGO Effect

Cooldown: 9~7 turns

Recovers HP for all allies (2000~3000)

Removes debuffs from all allies.

Increases all allies' DEF for 3 turns (20~30%)

Heart of a Princess - Rank B

An offensive manifestation of Kairi's affinity for light. While normally she would use this power to enhance her Shotlocks, as a Servant Kairi can manifest this as a set of buffs focused on banishing darkness.

FGO Effect

Cooldown: 8~6 turns

Increases all allies' ATK for 3 turns (10~20%)

Further increases all [Light User] allies' ATK by 20% for 3 turns

Decreases all enemies' DEF by 10% for 3 turns

Further decreases all [Darkness User] enemies' DEF for 3 turns (10~20%)

Seven Crowns of Light - Rank A

A crystallization of Kairi's status as a Princess of Heart. As one of the seven people in the Realm of Light who hold the key to Kingdom Hearts, the light in her heart gives her an authority and potential beyond comparison: however, since Kairi hasn't truly used that power to its fullest in life, the rank and power of this skill are lowered.

FGO Effect

Cooldown: 10~8 turns

Increases all allies' NP Gauge (20~30%)

Increases all allies' Critical damage for 3 turns (10~20%)

Increases all allies' C.Star Drop Rate for 3 turns (50~100%)

Increases all allies' NP Gain for 3 turns (10~20%)

Gain C.Stars (10~20)

Noble Phantasm

Door to Light - Rank EX

[Thinking of You, Wherever You Are] Rank: EX Type: Anti-Event Range: 1000 Max Targets: 1

A full manifestation of Kairi's power as a Princess of Heart. Unleashing this Noble Phantasm lets Kairi tap for just one moment into her full potential, allowing her to willingly perform feats she's only done subconsciously in life. The potential of this ability is massive, as expected from one of the cornerstones of the Realm of Light, allowing Kairi to perform miracles that come very close to True Magic: but even for a Princess of Heart, breaking the laws of the world like that will incur a heavy price...

FGO Effect

Arts Noble Phantasm, 0 hits

Revive 1 K.O. ally (30~50% HP. Priority is given to the leftmost ally at the beginning of battle. Allies with the [Unrevivable] trait cannot be revived)

Increases the revived ally's ATK by 30% for 5 turns

Increases the revived ally's NP Gauge (30~50%, scales with Overcharge)

Apply Invincibility to the revived ally for 3 hits, 3 turns

Apply Death to self (all Guts effects are disabled. If the user is affected by unremovable Guts effects, the Noble Phantasm cannot be activated)

Writer Notes

Ah, the dilemma of writing a fan-Servant version of a character who barely gets any time to shine in her series. I may have had a clear idea of what I wanted her Noble Phantasm to be like from the beginning, but everything else still feels so slap-dashed together...

The outfit for Kairi's 3rd Ascension is inspired by this concept art for a possible KH4 version of Kairi. All credits for the design goes to hollypolllyy.

As a general design note, after FGO's... interesting approach to game design shown during the 9th Anniversary, I've decided to only write down the Append Skills different from the standard (so, as of this writing, just the 3rd skill). This will remain true for any future fan-Servant.

So, why that effect for her Noble Phantasm? Think back to the three numbered entries in the series, to the thing Kairi has consistently done in all those games (apart from getting captured): - KH1: when Sora got turned into a Heartless in Hollow Bastion, she managed to turn him back into a human - KH2: when Sora and Riku were trapped in the Realm of Darkness at the end of the game, her letter to Sora managed to reach them and open a path to bring them back to the Destiny Island - KH3: when everyone got TPK'd in the Keyblade Graveyard, she managed to tether Sora to the Final World, which in turn allowed him to bring everyone back. If there's one thing that has been true throughout the whole series, it's this: whenever things are at their bleakest, Kairi is always there, a light in the darkness to allow her friends to keep fighting. As such, I think it's only fitting to focus Kairi's skillset around that: she's not a conventional DPS or support, but a joker who can bring your other fighters back during your darkest hour.

For balancing reasons, her Noble Phantasm cannot revive Kairi herself, mostly to prevent a Double Kairi System where they keep rezzing each other forever. Sorry, Kairi, I may have made you a Caster, but you're no Doctor Strange, you did in fact come to die! I'm on the fence on whether that trait would also prevent her from being revived via Command Seals, though I think it would be a fair drawback, given how strong her NP can potentially be. And yes, that note about unremovable Guts means that, if an hypothetical battle sticks you in a situation where you cannot die unless it's in a very specific way, she cannot escape that fate.

As for the rest of her skillset, I mostly focused it around supporting the team, to give her a role in battle outside of just "come in, cast Revive, leave". The numbers are a little low due to her being an SR: I know her kit would easily make her SSR-level, but she's had a role too small in her series to justify putting her in the same rarity as Sora and Riku (and yes, this does mean I plan to write Riku too eventually. As soon as I figure out his gimmick...). Plus, you know, can't have all of them be SSR!

And finally, sorry, I couldn't resist that joke on her 3rd skill's name. It's just an in-joke because of the coincidentally equal number, I'm not planning to actually make her a Beast: contrary to apparently Lasengle, I do have some standards!

[stellasfictionalworld]

part 6.

part 7

a/n: LOVE ANDRE. finally switching pov's. gonna try my best to write andre's pov. also random, i used to hate "babe/baby" so much, but with andre i go feral over it.

also let me know if you wanna be on a tag list <333

reader x andre anderson 

cw: (i mean you’ve watched the show so) negative views of sex, reader seeing sex as a tool rather than pleasure, implied sex, toxic ex's, drugs, drinking, angst, eventual fluff,

word count: 1,780

 You slammed the door behind you, if you had super strength the hinges would have flown off the wall. Ashley had brought her new best friends over to your dorm. They ended up doing weed mixed in with some drugs. The smell was fine, you had to hide the evidence it was fine. Then you had to clean up after them, fine. Then they started to talk to you and your study session was over. Your phone buzzed in your pocket already, Ashley is probably texting you. She was probably filled with anxiety and paranoia but you were fucking over it. 

You silenced your phone and went to the library to study. It was much quieter, ignoring a fallen-over row of books from library sex, it was nice. Finally, after a couple of hours, you finished an essay and were skimming your classmates' work. Andre may have gotten special treatment for free (maybe your exchange was complicated feelings) but your peers still had to pay for your hard work. You rubbed your eyes and then looked at your phone.

Ashley’s texts were 20+ 

Are you mad?

HELLO!??

I’M SORRY!

Please come BacK

I love you

Omg 

come back. 

Omg you have to listen to Trixie’s boyfriend drama

are you coming back soon? Can youbuySNACKS?

You started to type a paragraph about your friend's shitty behavior (again) and then popped up a message. 

andre (jacket lender)

would you like to get coffee tomorrow? - 1:33 pm

You still saw him typing on the other end but your heart raced. 

how about rn?? -1:33pm

andre (jacket lender) 

yeah! meet you in 10 @ Jitter Bean Cafe? 

You smiled to yourself as you sent 

cool :) 

You shoved everything in your tote bag before practically skipping out of the library. You bit down on your lower lip to fight off a smile. You hoped it was a date and not even a single wave of anxiety could slip into your mind. Of course, you were anxious but a cage of butterflies was nothing compared to what you’d dealt with in the past. Your walk slowed across campus as you waved and smiled at your peers. 

You were on the dot, stepping into the cafe. Your eyes flitted over familiar faces huddled together to find the handsome one. He stood by the counter leaning down to look at the pastry display. You smiled to yourself while striding over to him. You tapped his shoulder and he met your eyes. His perplexed expression turned warm as he smiled at you. 

“Hey,” he said. He slipped his fidgety fingers into the pocket of his pants. 

“Hey,” you echoed back, entranced by his outfit. His sweater was soft and oversized. He wore off-white dress pants and perfectly white shoes. A watch rested on his left wrist and a black bracelet was on the other. It was weird to see him look so sharp. 

“I hope this was a good spot, for a date y’know,” he snapped you out of your thoughts. 

“It’s perfect,” you said before hooking your arm with his. He let out an exhale and his shoulders dropped. You two ordered your drinks, making small talk while waiting for your order. In between each laugh or fluttering emotion, you felt yourself slip into a safe place, with him. 

… 

“Thanks,” you say when he settles back in his seat. 

“Hm? For what?” he asked. 

“For this,” you flutter your fingers at the coffee scene, a normal date. You lick your glossed lips that taste like (blank). “It’s nice, to just be,” your smile faltered when a couple of phones were pointed in your direction. 

“Of course,” he spoke your name, bringing your attention back to him. “I’m serious about this, about you. You know that right?” Andre asked. You nodded your head, holding together a tight smile. There was pressure building up in your chest. You rubbed the fabric of your pink shirt. He patiently waited for your response. 

“Yeah, I know,” you said taking a sip of your drink. The snapping of photos irked you, peoples hushed voices behind their hands. All too familiar. “Sorry, I.I.,” you paused and took a deep breath. “I need to go to the bathroom,” you got up. 

“Sure,” Andre nodded, “you okay?” he asked. 

You didn’t answer him, already focused on escaping the curious eyes of others. You pushed open the doors to the outside and found yourself a tree to sit behind. Sure the bathroom was so secluded, but you didn’t want to go on a sob fest. You just needed air, to let whatever panic attack pass. You started to pluck the grass while one hand stayed over your chest. The tightness started to unravel. 

“Cupid,” Dylan said and your heart dropped. 

“Shit,” you said. No no no no. “Get the fuck away,” you said, eyes snapping up. 

The man’s piercing blue eyes cut through you. Your fist scrunched up your top, hiding away your bare chest from him. 

“Oh c’mon, don’t be like that. If you wanna make me cry again, do it,” he said, with a smug grin. 

“Just fuck off Dylan,” you spoke, looking for your phone. Shit. You’d left your phone in your tote bag. 

“You, don’t get to tell me what to do,” he said, crouching down to your level. He smelled like sweat and his eyes were red. He was on something again, his breath reeked. “You owe me,” he said. You wanted to gag as your back pressed up against the tree. 

…

Andre's fingers drummed against the table, his leg bounced as he sat. He blew out a long breath before looking up from his phone. You’d left 10 minutes ago, he wasn’t stupid, he knew something was wrong. A pool of regret and guilt he didn’t feel too often started to eat him up. He shut his phone off, staring at your melting cold brew. 

Was he not what you expected? Being in frat houses and using lots of liquor courage to talk to you was the norm. When you saw him sobered up as you requested, were you disappointed? He rested his chin on his knuckle and continued to bop his leg. Harsh whispers caught him and he turned to look at the other tables. Students gathered at their tables were laughing, and staring at their phones. 

“Can you believe Andre is going out with that slut?” one girl spoke. 

“Right?? But you’ve seen the pictures right? She’s fucking hot… I get it,” another girl said. The duo looked over at Andre’s table and he was already getting up. He strode over, fingers twitching by his side. They still had shitty grins on their face when he stopped in front of their table. He saw pictures of him and you, just ten minutes ago. Posted. Cupid fucking her way up the ranks.

“Delete it,” he said. 

The girl laughed in disbelief but grew serious when he stayed still. 

“Fuck this,” he said and took the phone out of her hand. She was silent as he deleted it, the damage had already been done, however he didn’t care. Andre then went on to delete all the photos from her album and deleted album. He did admire how fucking good you looked but also saw when your smile became a frown. Why didn’t you say anything to him? He then handed her back the phone which now had dents. She shamefully took it and he did the same with the other girl.

The coffee shop had gone quiet. His heart was beating fast against his chest. He turned around to see some people minding their business but others eyes were glued to him. A couple of phones were not so well hidden, he wasn’t stupid. His fingers curled by his sides as loud crackling took over the room. It sounded like multiple cans had been crushed at once. He blinked away dark spots as ringing echoed in his ears. He hummed when he was back at your table grabbing your bag. The pink tote bag with heart prints swung over his shoulder as he ordered a new cold brew. 

Andre made his way out of the coffee shop and started to text you. Then your bag buzzed and he swore under his breath. It was campus, he’d find you somewhere. He searched for 15 minutes indoors outside the coffee shop. He then saw you out the window and his heart dropped. That fucking guy, Dave, whatever the fuck his name was with you. Your wrists were in his hands as you were pressed against a tree. You looked utterly distraught as he spoke to you. Andre’s sneakers squeaked against the floor and he found the nearest exit. 

…

“Hey!” Andre yelled. Both you and Dylan whipped your heads in his direction. You mouthed stop at Andre as Dylan let go of you. He gave you a questionable look before slowing his pace to a jog.

“Is this your new boyfriend? Really?” Dylan said, seeming hurt. His eyes were still red, and glassy, and dried tears stained his face. You pushed Dylan off you and put yourself between him and Andre. 

“What the fuck was that?” Andre asked, stopping in front of you. His chest rose and fell as his eyes flicked to Dylan and then you. “Are you okay?” His voice was softer. Your toxic ex scoffed, while your date awaited your response. 

“I’m okay,” you said and his shoulders dropped. “We’ll talk about it later, okay?” you said quietly. You looked past Andre, already seeing students stop and gawk at the sight. This time, Andre clocked it and nodded. You turned around to face Dylan. He didn’t meet your eyes, shame, and guilt evident in his eyes.

Sighing, you turned back to Andre and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You leaned into his touch, noticing your tote bag slung over his shoulder. He handed you a slightly melted cold brew, apologizing he didn’t find you sooner. Warmth filled in your chest as you looked up at him. His eyes were straight ahead, his jaw locked. He caught you out of the corner of his eye and melted.

“If they’re gonna look, let’s give them something to look at,” he whispered. Your heart jumped. His lips brushed your cheek, your face flushed, and you smiled. His hand trailed to your waist, his hold was firm but gentle.

“Is this okay?” he asked. 

“Mhm,” you managed, taking a sip of your coffee. “Thanks,” you looked up at him, wondering if you should pinch yourself. No way this man was fucking real. 

“Anything for you, baby,” he said.

[toastthewolfie]

again.

*coughs blood* its done idk why but she’s here and she’s very silly

information from @olibird’s template! :D (i hope the tag is okay!!!!)

Tw for self harm (under ‘Issues’) and a vague mention of suicide in the backstory. And discussion of death i suppose. I dunno, sorry, it’s late and im tired

Name: Astrid Ek (I swear i tried to figure out a better name but this is the name that stuck when i searched up stuff about common names in Sweden

Aliases: N/A

Nationality: Swedish/American       Ethnicity: Swedish/British (Mother is Swedish, her father is British)

Age:  23              DoB: (M/D/Y) 09/10/1990

Pronouns: She/Her         Gender: Cis Female

Sex: F

Sexuality: Demisexual, Demiromantic, and Bisexual

Height: 6’

Languages: Swedish (Native), English (Secondary)

Which CoD Universe: the Modern Warfare Reboot timeline

Branches of Service: United States Army

Affiliation:  U.S. Army (formerly), Shadow Company (Current)

Specialties: Debriefing. She does a lot of paperwork (she’s basically a desk jockey but with the skills to kick someone’s ass if needed)

Personality: Serious (and judgemental). Jokes go over her head like 70% of the time (mostly because she’s incredibly sleep deprived most days) and she sometimes will just blankly stare at you because she thinks you’re weird or just.. thinks that the shit you just said is very 😨

Backstory: 

        Born and raised in a military family, Astrid grew up moving around a lot before her family settled in America after her mother’s discharge and her father retiring at the age of 11 in Seattle. Feeling slightly pressured, Astrid signed up for basic training for the United States Army at 21 after receiving her bachelors in analytics where she met her friend, Emily. The two quickly became best friends who pushed the other up during training (and got into mischief together). 

         Of course, all good things must end and on a mission 6 years later, Emily pushed Astrid out of the way of a gunner, sacrificing her life to protect her. Unable to operate on the field after that (despite multiple attempts to do so), Astrid retired from the army, almost immediately running into Phillip Graves at a random bar. The two managed to get talking and it somehow ended with Phillip inviting Astrid into joining shadow company and, having nothing else to do and knowing she’d probably kill herself if she didn’t, she agreed on the spot.

She’s been here ever since, so she’s going on 8 years.

Issues: sleep deprivation, protective to a fault, easy to anger (even if she doesn’t show it), overworking, and sometimes scratches at herself hard enough to draw blood when stressed

Habits: If anyone is injured on a mission, Astrid has a habit of either following at a distance if it’s serious or grabbing the injured party and checking them over herself before sending them to medical.

Scars: Small scratches at the base of her ribs.

Preferred method of showing care/affection/love language: Physical Touch and Acts of Service

Preferred way of receiving care/affection: Quality Time and Physical Touch.

Eye Color: Grey

Hair description: Blonde (greying out a bit)

Clothing description: 

Waist-length green jacket with a bunch of pockets and a swedish flag on the left sleeve, light grey turtleneck, greyish brown belt, bluish grey pants and black and grey cat-like boots (just because she’s serious doesn’t mean she can’t have some silly boots (Emily liked them on her so she’s used them ever since))

Body description: Semi-Built but otherwise skinny.

Favorite Activities: I dunno, she doesn’t get a lot of free time (self imposed. She feels the need to work until she can’t just to try and protect her the shadows

Blood Type: B-

Favorite color: Green

Favorite animal: Cats

Favorite food/Dessert: Carrots. I dunno she likes snacking on them when she gets the chance.

Other Fun Facts:

Doesn’t speak in English if it’s not necessary. She finds that it’s easier to convey her thoughts in Swedish than in English

Can/Will pass out from exhaustion in literally in any position if she can’t work anymore

Sleep talks (more like sleep mumbles) in swedish about random combat terms

Will sometimes just subconsciously ruffle the hair of anyone shorter than them if they did a good job (for people taller than her, they get a soft tap on the side or shoulder because she can’t reach their hair. Will sometimes hug someone if they look like they need it (and they like hugs, ofc)

she’s not scared of needles, she also knows how to administer narcan if absolutely necessary (for some reason, her mother decided that it was something she should know)

Feel free to ask any questions about her :)

[meelkiewee]

EXQUISITE CORPSE SHENANIGANS

Hello!

The other night me and my friends @hoodyknight and @mellowmango were playing Gartic Phone and I wanted to share the characters that came out! We specifically played "Exquisite Corpse". For those who are not familar with it: each person makes one part of the body, having only a tiny hint of what was previously made.

We were very surprised, to say the least, when we put together many actually interesting ones.

Since it's fun to rate things, I'll do a personal chart starting from worst to best. For each one I will say the drawing order, my rating and a personal thought.

Drawing Order (DO) : Michael-Gabriele-Sole

rate: 4/10

We had a nice start with the girlypop bull but even tho I like that and the arm tattoos very much I think I did a mid job with the legs. Overall It's not even colored so meh.

DO: Gabriele-Michael-Sole

rate: 4/10

The face is interesting and the shirt is kinda cute, then i ruined everything with that nonsense foot and the colored background. Tbh the background wasn't really my fault but a bug sob...

DO: Michael-Gabriele-Sole

rate: 5/10

Nice palette, nice face. The rest: I probably see something like this running after me in my nightmares, luckily I never remember anything when I wake up.

DO: Gabriele-Sole-Michael

rate: 5/10

Head and torso look good together but I think we achieved the AI vibe with this one soooo.....

DO: Sole-Gabriele-Michael

rate: 6/10

I didn't put much effort in the monster heads but I didn't really expect my friend to draw yet another head below so that's funny. What's even more funny is if you know where the three animal heads come from, you'll probably understand why the cutlery is so unexpectedly fitting lol. Rat feet are cute.

DO: Sole-Michael-Gabriele

rate: 6/10

My most failed attempt at drawing Husk by heart, I should never do that again. Tho this is the first drawing that tells a story uwu and shouts trans rights even for the fellow femboys out there <3 feat a very disrespectful ant checking what's under the skirt for good measure. Little accident happened with the colors so meh.

DO: Gabriele-Michael-Sole

rate: 6/10

Those are the most realistic eyes ever, they spook me asf I feel like it's staring in my soul ;; I am also not a big fan of the fact that the drawing goes out of the canvas. Funny points for the mom tattoo and the implications of cannibalism though.

DO: Gabriele-Sole-Michael

rate: 6/10

Body and legs(?) are kinda meh and it's totally my fault for messing it up on purpose but I wanted to experiment a bit. I'm sorry to my friend who was responsible for the marvellous face :'c Points for the bad-boi jacket.

rate: 6/10

DO: Michael-Sole-Gabriele

This turned out kind of intimidating in a funny way and has some bitchy vibes.

DO: Gabriele-Sole-Michael

rate: 6/10

I liked how my friend used the space for the heads and they came out nice as well.

DO: Sole-Michael-Gabriele

rate: 6/10

What the hell is this. And she's a dragon too now. She's clearly typing the news in the chat with the ToudensSibs and receiving some compliments about it. Look at that blushieblush and the tail wag. She's def getting attentions.

DO: Gabriele-Michael-Sole

rate: 6/10

This looks like everyone's typical first OC back in middle school, that one OC you pray no one will ever remember again. Love this vibe for it.

DO: Michael-Sole-Gabriele

rate: 7/10

Don't get me rong this tiger is magnifique, the head belongs to a character Michael's has been working on lately. It just doesn't get extra point cause we all figured out where the drawing was going while we were completing it so yeah it came out really good to no-one's surprise.

DO: Michael-Gabriele-Sole

rate: 7/10

Came out nicely but nothing really catches my attention.

DO: Sole-Gabriele-Michael

rate: 8/10

It looks soooo polite, so well behaved, so into art and crafts, so passionate about country tip-tap. It's just the kinda guy I wanna date frfr AND GIIIIRLLLL THAT MUSTACHE SLAYSSS! Look at the details too! we have a butterfly bowtie and not one but two pair of shiny boots. I mean c'mon ladies, get in line!

DO: Michael-Sole-Gabriele

rate: 9/10

This is our water best boi, it's marvellous cause it's yellow and collecting shoes it's his hobby! We still don't know what method he uses to acquire these many spare shoes but we felt shy asking such a personal question.

DO: Sole-Michael-Gabriele

rate: 9/10

Miss Marbles! Yall can tell she's quite the refined lady, she occasionally gets really grumpy but I forgive her, after all who doesn't get upset hearing a mechanical racket following you all day while you do your office job? Guys let's all have some patience.

DO: Sole-Gabriele-Michael

rate: 10/10

I don't know if my friends agree with my chart up until now, but I'm sure they agree this one is absolutely the best one out of all of them. We are actually discussing turning this into a proper poster cause the perfection left us all speechless. Well not really speechless, we actually proceeded to compliment this drawing for a good half an hour lol. We are still unsure how to call this beautiful creature but if you read untill here and are invested, you can totally suggest names for it!

Have a nice day/night everyone!

[sinceileftyoublog]

Fontaines D.C. Live Show Reivew: 10/9, The Salt Shed, Chicago

Photo by Zach Caddy

BY JORDAN MAINZER

It's clear that on Romance (XL), Fontaines D.C. are a changed band. The story behind their "bigger" sound and reach is well-known by now, the Dublin quintet ditching scene go-to Dan Carey for Simian Mobile Disco's James Ford to flesh out the ideas that started when they opened for Arctic Monkeys throughout the U.S. Taking inspiration from the hip-hop, R&B, and dance stalwarts of yesterday and today, the band members went their respective ways, reflected, experimented on their own, and then wrote and holed up in the studio together for months, at different locations. Knowing that they wanted to explore grandiose themes--life, death, and, yes, romance--beyond the confines of their native Ireland, it makes sense that Grian Chatten and company decided to break down any sonic barriers. And they've let us know every step of the way, from Romance lead single and industrial boom-bap banger "Starbuster", to album and current tour set opener "Romance", whose melodic vocals, chiming synths, and blasts of distortion present us with this new era of Fontaines D.C.

Photo by Zach Caddy

On Wednesday night at The Salt Shed, the band's reintroduction was as gradual as ever, as the members came out in bunches, building up "Romance" piece by piece, Conor Curley's guitar, Conor Deegan III's bass and Tom Coll's drums, Carlos O'Connell's keyboards, green strobe lights, and then Chatten's vocals. It took me the whole song to get used to not just how they sounded, but that there were more band members on stage than I expected, and how they looked. For one, Fontaines D.C. are touring with guitarist Cathal Mac Gabhann and multi-instrumentalist Chilli Jesson of Palma Violets. Moreover, multiple band members had dyed hair and wore Matrix-meets-Brat leather jackets and sunglasses. If you didn't know it before, it was clear this wasn't the same scrappy band who wrote Dogrel.

Photo by Zach Caddy

Throughout much of their set, Fontaines D.C. performed the songs that best emphasized their expanded sound. There was the post-grunge standout "Here's the Thing", replete with Chatten's unexpected falsetto, Curley's buzzing guitars, and Deegan III's menacing bass line. "Bug" sported acoustic guitars and whooshing synthesizers, shoegaze beauty "Sundowner" a gentle Curley on lead vocals. Just like on their previous albums, though, the songs that ended up being the live anthems were those where Chatten showed off his mighty pen. The loud-quiet-loud "Death Kink" takes its name from those who believe the idea that misery makes good art. "There's a certain kind of air in the smoke / Must be some amount of truth in the joke / For it to make you laugh, ha ha ha," Chatten sang, the audience laughing with him in unison. As a frontperson, Chatten spent most of his time rousing up the crowd, arms waving in the air like Craig Finn, or jittering around in circles reminiscent of Ian Curtis. The crowd ate it up; someone even tossed a blow-up doll over the barrier during "A Hero's Death".

Photo by Zach Caddy

Approaching the climax of their set, Fontaines D.C. made sure to get out of the way their clear-cut back catalog highlights: "Jackie Down the Line", "Big", and "Sha Sha Sha", the final preceded by a simple, "Free Palestine" from Chatten. Yet, I'm glad they gave prime real estate to Romance closer "Favourite", a stunning, glorious, reflective slice of jangle pop, the band playing it last before coming out for an encore. The song is, at once, hyper-specific and universal, perhaps most successfully exemplary of Romance's wide-reaching goals. During one verse, Chatten describes the type of hangover where your mind is running all over the place, thinking about how you might have had a good night, regretting some decisions, yearning for a simpler time when your immediate world was "bed radios and days spent playing football indoors," and nonetheless realizing that you were lucky not to experience the time "when they painted town with Thatcher." Anyone, Chatten posits, can feel nostalgic for a time while recognizing its ills.

Photo by Zach Caddy

That mental back-and-forth played out during the band's encore, too. "In The Modern World", played first, refers to a trip Chatten and Curley took, where they met another Irish traveler, who gave them a drug that numbed them to their surroundings and overall troubles. Its acoustic guitar line, Chatten's whispered rasp, orchestral synths, and layered vocals in the chorus certainly recall the Lana-esque faded L.A. glamor the band was going for. But the lasting sound of the night was "Starburster", a stream-of-consciousness-seeming rap inspired by Chatten having a panic attack in the St. Pancras tube station. The song is composed as if to surprise you around every corner, beginning with piano plinks, harmonic synths, a snapping snare drumline, and a chorus punctuated with Chatten's breathless gasps, replicated live by a sampled gurgle. "Starburster" is certainly one of Fontaines D.C.'s finest songs, and it will likely be played during every set for the rest of their career, but I feel like only on this specific tour can it close the night. If the band is trying to show that they've grown beyond the taut, literate punk blasts of their first three records, what better way than to unspool like nervous wrecks?

[isleofair]

Am I allowed to say Nathan and all of those questions?

(If not, Nathan and idk all the evens or odds.)

MWAHAHAHAHA THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE 💙💙💙💙💙

(Apparently I do need an excuse to talk about Nathan? At least here? Tragic. Thank you for providing one 💖💖💖)

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Oh gosh. I don't just like her, I love her. 😍 She manages to be pretty much everything I'm not and yet she resonates with me so much?!? They initially look like they are one type of character, and then you get to see their layers, and each one is more beautiful and complex than the other? I want to hang out with her, I want to admire her from afar with dreamy/smitten eyes, I want her to be president of the world, I want to give her a happy, serene life forever.

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Her whole gender thing (talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, and all that), and also her kind, generous, thoughtful, sweet nature.

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

Definitely the way the authors had her act with Bison in S1. 😤

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

(Sorry, that's just what nicoroni and I do in half of our chats, lol)

I think the thing I would most want to put them in is... some kind of fantasy setting? Something like Ladyhawke, or... well, Fire Emblem! 😅

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Oooh. I've used so many songs as accompaniment for fics about her and Keith, but I don't have one that immediately jumps to mind specifically for Nathan alone. Maybe Titanium?

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

... well, pink hair, now, lol. (And I guess some gender issues of some kind? Although mine are, like, tiny baby ones.)

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

Respecting their gender.

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Treating her as a caricature of herself, or as if The Rising didn't exist (which includes not respecting her gender). (Thankfully I almost never see this happening. ILU T&B fandom 💕)

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

I could, but I think I'd drive her nuts, I'm way too messy.

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

Gosh. Probably not best friends, because we don't have enough interests in common, but I think we could more generally be friends?

11. Would you date this character?

In a heartbeat, but they would not be interested in me for several reasons, so...

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

That her fire powers mean she's never cold; mostly based on her walking around half-naked in spring, or with thin mesh shirts under rather open jackets in winter, and also it just makes sense? Apparently the authors have stated somewhere that she's heat-proof (obviously), but also that Rose can cool down with her power, so Nathan probably also can warm up with hers (and just put on whatever she wants forever, lol)

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

💖

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

I don't think I need to; they definitely already have one (tight clothes, mesh, vinyl, high boots, glittery jackets, pink feathers... and the occasional bondage-style leather top JFC my poor heart 🥵)

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

FIRESKY FOREVER ❤️💜

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

I pray to everything that is holy that no one ever shipped her with any of the other girl heroes because that's a NO on so many levels I can't even count them.

17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?

Mmmh. I'm going to cheat here and say MoonFireSky? (although probably in either an AU where Yuri is less murderous, or in one in which everything is way more majorly fucked up). I also really like the "Kotetsu and Nathan might have hooked up in the past" thing.

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

Nathan's friendship with Kotetsu is BEAUTIFUL. I also love their relationship with Pao-Lin (go, go, gender team!)

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

Mh. I guess it used to be the one with Bison in S1, but thankfully we got over the bad authorial choices, so... Apparently Lara's mom was vaguely rude about Nathan's temper once? Yet another reason to dislike her.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

Okay, this should be a difficult question, because her friendship/partnership with Keith is AMAZING, but... Agnes. Like, one hundred percent. Keith can be her boyfriend instead.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 😍 (I love writing Nathan.)

I love exploring her gender and all her slightly-hidden depths. I love giving her soft, comforting moments (especially with Keith). I love, apparently, making frequent references to her beauty 😅

I don't like how I have to often remind myself that she is that over-the-top in canon and even though the tone of my fics doesn't usually quite match that of the show, I should still try to respect their characterization as much as I possibly can.

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

Gosh, just write her being her awesome self with appropriate pronouns and I'm already on board. If you put her with Keith I'll die of joy.

Use he/him exclusively for them without a reason and I'll probably click the back button.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

I love the one in my icon, but I might have to go with this moment in The Rising:

24. What other character from another fandom of yours reminds you of them?

Well, the whole "superhero who owns their own company" thing is a fair bit Iron Man, isn't it? But also, and this might be a bit strange, when I imagine Victor Nikiforov in my head now, he sounds like Tsuda-san's Nathan? Make of that what you will.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Welcome to the 'irritating stereotypical anime take on queer people' to 'complex, nuanced and gorgeous blorbo love of my life' pipeline.

26. FREEBIE QUESTION!!

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Should everyone everywhere love Nathan?"

"Yes."

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

Hello, hello! I hope you’re doing well and are having a nice end to your weekend. If your matchups are still open, may I request a matchup for JJK and AOT?

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: straight

Zodiac/MBTI/Enneagram/Hogwarts house (bc why tf not?): Leo, INFJ, 1w9, Ravenclaw

Appearance: long wavy auburn hair and my eyes are more of a honey brown. I always wear round glasses. I'm pale with freckles on my cheeks and nose. 5’9, more of an hourglass shape and have a bit of muscle. If I wear makeup, I like keeping it subtle. I often just apply eye makeup and stick to shades of purple, gold, and orange.

Aesthetic: I mostly wear black and white, but I have some lilac in my wardrobe. In summer I typically wear long, flowy dresses with a jean jacket and combat boots, and when it’s colder I prefer slacks, sweaters, and combat boots.

Personality: Making an effort to understand myself and others is important to me, so that leads to long periods of pondering my actions, as well as others’. I love having me time, though I enjoy being with those close to me from time to time. I love discussing topics that revolve around enigmas. It’s not as important to have others agree with me as it is to explore the unknown with them. Since I’m reserved, I take a long time to open up to others. I’m gentle but can be (unintentionally) intimidating. I’m adventurous and have completed a dream of mine – living/working in a country that doesn’t speak my native language. I actively search for things to be thankful for. I'm easily flustered, clumsy, athletic, and conscientious. My humor is witty and sarcastic. Every now and then, I like listening to the branches being rustled by the wind and being able to gaze up at the moon and stars shining brightly, which remind me that there's a lot of beauty in the world, and I'm glad to experience it. I am happiest when seeking out information/reason. I’m really kinda superstitious…

Likes and Dislikes: I like practicing the languages I know, demonology, biology, genealogy, reading, museums, Victorian history, singing, alternative rock, and exploring my surroundings. A large portion of what I read/watch relates to the occult. Although I used to play the piano and was extremely talented, I still admire it and may want to get back into it in the future. I dislike storms, large bodies of water, and people who always turn disagreements into arguments. 

Hobbies: Writing horror stories, DnD, reading, singing, listening to music, watching horror movies, and yoga. As an avid horror fan, animated movies are for sure a guilty pleasure of mine. Coco is 10/10 for a good cry.

Pets: I don’t have any pets, but I’m a massive cat person. I love all animals, although I just feel like cats and I get each other.

Type: In terms of physical appearance, I find many features attractive and don’t have a type. However, personality wise I can handle a lot in a partner/friend but not one who belittles others. I’m someone who can laugh at myself, so I appreciate when my partner/friends can do the same. This may be super basic, but I’m the kind of person who’s very supportive of their friends/partner and just wants that in return. Too many people I’ve met have tried to take advantage of that. Speaking of which, my ideal partner would need to have a backbone and healthy boundaries. I’m not usually romantically interested in people pleasers ^^’ (NSFW related) I much prefer being dominated and feeling out of control. I get stressed a lot, so giving someone control over me in the bedroom is *chefs kiss. I’m kinda kinky and also very vocal ^^’. I try to be as open as possible with my partner, especially when it comes to intimacy and welcome discussions about what we like/don’t like.

Love languages: words of affirmation and acts of service. I love cuddling and hugging but sometimes need my space. Same with spending time together, I love it but I need time to recharge, too. I don’t really like gifts just because I feel like I owe them. That being said, I will still appreciate and adore anything they give me. It’s sweet to know that they were thinking of me.

(HEY I AM ALIVE I SWEAR! I really hope you enjoy this and have a great day!)

I match you with..

Gojo Satoru

- He likes that you get easily flustered, often times he teases you.

- Always gives you the biggest hugs.

- One day he took your glasses and put them on then asked if he looked good in them (hopefully he didn’t break them)

- He’s great at acts of service. He loves taking you out places, he reassures you that you don’t owe him anything.

- When you two are watching horror movies together, he will try and startle you. If he succeeds, he will be laughing his ass off.

- Likes to jam out to music with you.

- He listens to you talk about demonology, he always says something like “Yeah I can defeat them in a fight.”

- If he’s scrolling through social media and finds a video about cats, he thinks of you and sends them to you. (Most of them will be funny videos, like cats attacking their owners)

- The first time he heard you sing he was like “I didn’t know you could sing” in a teasing way.

Armin Arlert

- He is glad that you love to seek out information because he can relate.

- He’s really good at words of affirmation. Ever feeling insecure about your relationship or other things? He’ll be right there ready to make those feelings disappear.

- Prefers horror stories over horror movies but he doesn’t mind watching them with you. He enjoys when you talk about the horror stories that you make.

- You two love to star gaze together, pointing out all the unique looking stars above you, listening to the sounds of nature and feeling the cool air.

- He likes to take you to museums, and even go somewhere new that you both never been to before.

- He would love to adopt a cat with you, but before that he wants to make sure that he’s prepared to take care of a cat (cause cats be wild sometimes-)

Masterlist

[briarzheng]

⌜ zhao lusi, cis - woman, she/her, ⌟  welcome back to hogwarts, BRIAR ZHENG ! according to your file, you’re a TWENTY THREE year old MUGGLE BORN. as i’m sure you remember, last spring had its challenges, but i’m confident you’ll take your studies more seriously this year. as a FIFTH year HUFFLEPUFF, focusing on HEALING & MEDICINE, you’ve got a lot on your plate. our records show that you're OPTIMISTIC and DETERMINED however, they seem to have left off that you're OVER-EMOTIONAL and NAIVE. if i’m correct, you’re siding with THE LIGHT, which makes sense considering you’re known around the castle for muggle romance novels piled high on your bedside table ; sparkling douyin inspired eye makeup ; an oversized, paint speckled denim jacket ; waist length romantic curls ; pale pink nail polish. let’s hope you make it through the year in one piece.

STATISTICS.

B A S I C S .

full name … briar rose zheng. nickname(s) … n/a. dob … march 11th, 2001. age … twenty three. gender … cis - woman. pronouns … she/her. sexuality … pansexual. relationship status … single. education … hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.

H E A L T H .

preferred hand … left. blood type … a+. allergies ... peanuts. physical … while she is slim and in shape, she's not the most healthy. she doesn't exercise beyond running to classes, but she does like to eat pretty healthy. mental … a.d.d. social … a social butterfly! she easily makes friends and has tons of them, but she does have a small circle that she keeps close.

P E R S O N A L I T Y .

positive …  optimistic, determined, affable, altruistic, ardent. negative …  over - emotional, naive, unfocused, clumsy, impulsive. habits … biting/chewing her lower lip, sleeping with stuffed animals, singing in the shower ( off key at best ), drinking coffee in the morning instead of tea. likes … junk food, dressing up, shopping, muggle museums, sailor moon, the scent of cocoa butter, snuggling with her bunny, eating her weight in sweets, dislikes … violence, injustice, conflict, people who disrespect others, isolation. fears … spiders, losing her loved ones. tropes … the optimist, adorkable, brightly colored cuteness. inspiration ... usagi tsukino ( sailor moon ), elle woods ( legally blonde ), mabel pines ( gravity falls ).

F A M I L Y.

emily zheng ( nee liu ) ; ( mother - muggle , 40 , registered nurse ) david zheng ; ( father - muggle, 42, construction worker ) belle zheng ; ( sister - muggle? 16, student ) rosie zheng ; ( holland lop rabbit, one year old )

A P P E A R A N C E .

faceclaim … zhao lusi. face … heart-shaped face, with high cheekbones and a soft, rounded chin that adds to her youthful and delicate appearance. large, almond-shaped eyes that are one of her most prominent features, often giving her a bright and engaging expression. her expressive eyes are framed by well-defined, arched eyebrows and long, naturally curved lashes. her nose is small and slightly upturned, complementing her smooth, fair complexion. lips are full and slightly curved, typically seen in a gentle, warm smile. hair … thick, waist length dark brown hair that she often wears straight, sleeps with pigtail braids every night, no exceptions. body … 5'3 , slim build. style … click here for pinterest board. misc … double ear lobes on both ears, conch and tragus on right ear, cartilage on right ear, one tattoo ( click here ! )

W I T C H C R A F T .

house … hufflepuff. blood status … muggle born. boggart … giant spider. amortentia … fresh baked bread, cocoa butter lotion, the smell of the earth after a rain storm, & brewing espresso. patronus … dolphin. wand … hornbeam wood with a dragon core 10 ¼" and pliant flexibility. major … healing & medicine. goals … become a top healer at st. mungo's, or eventually take over or madam pomfrey at hogwarts. favorites … care of magical creatures, transfiguration & defense against the dark arts. least favorites … potions, & ancient runes. extracurriculars … astrology club, herbology club, magical creatures club ( vice president ).

BIOGRAPHY.

briar rose zheng was born in the spring of 2001 in derry, ireland. her family, a middleclass muggle family, didn't have much in materialistic terms, she grew up loved and cherished. her mother is a registered nurse and her father a construction worker, and both are utterly ordinary ( in terms of magic ). while briar is the oldest of two girls, her sister tends to be the calmer more steady of the two siblings. briar has always been the more sensitive of the two sisters, often behaving like the younger of the two, and was quickly ( and lovingly ) branded a crybaby by her family.

artistic and optimistic, briar's first love has always been art. painting, photography, ceramics, any media she could get her little hands on. her parents always encouraged her to do what made her happy. painting would always be her favorite, followed closely by photography. even now, it's not uncommon for her to have a camera around her neck. as she got older her social butterfly nature became increasingly obvious. she made friends easily, even befriending those who seemed hard to get a long with.

briar's high school career was pretty uneventful. she did extremely well in her courses, kept an almost perfect point average and graduated early, at the age of sixteen. wanting to take a break before she attended college ( majoring in fine art, of course ), she decided to take a year off. within that time... things started happening. cookies floating off the baking tray, things disappearing into thin air... very odd, strange things. and then finally... a letter. at seventeen briar finally understood why she had deep down always felt like she didn't belong. briar was finally home.

at first, briar had no idea what she wanted to focus her studies on, and when her mother had suggested healing & medicine she had dismissed her altogether, but after falling ill and winding up in the hospital wing during her first year, she realized just how fascinating it was. she had always been altruistic and compassionate, and it felt right. helping take care of those around her. so she declared her area of study.

while briar has always aligned herself with the light, it became even more clear to her when cedric diggory was murdered last year. while they weren't as close as some of her housemates were to him, she felt the sharp pain of heartache when she found out he he had passed, and she knew then more than ever that she wanted to help people.

HEADCANONS.

her room at home and her area in the dorms are both covered in art. paintings, sketches, photography, anything you can think of she has it decorating her space.

is suuuuper clumsy. it's not uncommon for her to trip over her own feet.

doesn't often drink so she has a very low tolerance for it, and is usually pretty tipsy after a shot or two.

is obsessed with magical creatures and really considered making zoology her area of study.

before coming to hogwarts her favorite mythical creatures were mermaids and sirens, and after being a student for three years, she's actually very of afraid of them and the black lake.

her mother often sends her care packages from ireland, full of muggle candies and snacks that she and her housemates absolutely adore.

has a bunny rabbit named clover. she's a year old, and she has about a billion protection charms on her, because briar is terrified that one of the cats or owls are going to snatch her up when she isn't around.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

ride or die / best friend. squad. good friends. exes on good terms. exes on bad terms. rival. frenemy. mentor. surrogate older sibling. one sided crush ( either way ). late night confidant. someone who dislikes briar for no reason. anything you think would fit!

[blueberry-beanie]

Coldplay at Olympiastadion München | 15th August 2024

It happened! I saw Coldplay and got to live the dream once again. Here are some things I remember from my concert adventure.

Okay so let me tell you about my 5th ever Coldplay concert. I haven't been in such a huge venue since 2017 and so I was a little bit nervous when I realised that the Olympiastadion fits around 65.000 people. But I wasn't alone because I had Marta and Andrey with me and we met many nice people along the way.

14th August - The day before the concert

On the day before the concert I left home at 8:30 and it was a mess from the start. Deutsche Bahn couldn't decide whether I was 3 hours late or just on time or whether the train would be overly full or not. It kept changing over and over again but in the end I actually only had 15 minutes delay. On top of that, it was very hot for all three days, so everything got more exhausting. I didn't have troule finding the hostel, though, because it was next to the one I stayed in last October. I had a six-bed-room with other girls and all of them knew Coldplay! Three girls from Croatia were even going to the concert as well but they had seats so they wouldn't be queueing. Another went to see Adele that same evening.

Marta, Andrey and I met up in the evening at a burger place to discuss plans. Actually Marta experienced quite an odyssey, because her car had broken down with a flat tire. Marta had been volunteering for Love Button the entire day where she had been giving out food for people in need. She brought an entire bag a full of Coldplay-themed bracelets with her. I got the golden-black one that says "Birds". Even the waitresses got some. We decided that we would be queueing for front row on the left side where Jon is, although Andrey and Marta would have enjoyed to go to the B-Stage. They agreed because Andrey has already been there once and Marta had another shot with early entry on Sunday. Andrey would be queueing for early entry tomorrow and Martha and me would be queueing for general admission.

15th August - Queueing

The night before the concert I had really horrible dreams and kept waking up because of these nightmares. But in the morning I actually felt surprisingly rested and took a tram to get to the stadium at 10:00 a.m. Munich is a building site. There were barriers everywhere and I was so confused about how to get to the stadium, which I could clearly see in the distance. Still there were dozens of fences in between! I kept walking a road with stage trucks and several security guards but I got to the right entrance eventually, where Marta was already waiting for me.

We were really fortunate because we stayed in the shade of a couple of trees for the entire day. As it was very hot and sunny it would have been a nightmare to queue in the full sun. We were still waiting for Marta's friend Stella to get a notification about whether she has a standing ticket. Martha won a ticket by volunteering, but she didn't know which type. Many nice people were with us. There was a mother and her daughter Sarah, who were really nice. At some point a girl from Twitter arrived with her dad and we all realised very quickly that he needed gluten free food. So we all started providing him with snacks, tomatoes and more. Nobody had to be hungry. At 1:00 p.m. the merch stand opened. It was a tent right across and Marta bought a poster and a t-shirt for herself and fetched me the tour book as well. Her hostel was nearby, so she brought the merch there for safekeeping.

Marta was actually the local celebrity for the entire Olympia park. She even made it to official Twitter accounts because she looked like a mixture of a hardcore Coldplay fan and a disco ball. She had a glittering dress and a self-made grey jeans jacket with a painted hot air balloon, Mylo Xyloto ornaments and many patches with several different bands, planets and more. So she was definitely the star outfit-wise. People even started asking her questions about the concert because she looked like she was the most knowledgeable person.

Chaos at the gates

The only pain in the ass was the organisation of the entire thing. Nobody put up a barrier on the side so that people from the left started pushing in. Everyone got up way too early because they didn't realise that the entrance was delayed by 30 minutes. That is because the band was really late, as Marta said, their plane had been delayed and they actually didn't start soundchecking until after 4 p.m. Too late, because this is when we should have been let in. From Andrey we knew that they hadn't been let into the stadium either, so there was no way that they would open the general entrance anytime soon. Meanwhile it was too late, people had started getting up and getting excited and squishing together. It was really uncomfortable for the last hour of queueing.

There were two girls in front of us who somehow had decided to go to the toilet before all the excitement started and who had a very hard time joining us again. Same with Stella, who actually got a standing ticket and had to make her way through the crowd to us. The worst thing was that they suddenly opened the gates at 5:00 p.m. without any warning. They didn't even say "Get your tickets ready" or "Prepare your bags" or anything, they just opened the gates without a single word. Suddenly everyone started pushing and I didn't even have my phone in my hand. It was a mess!

Once you got through the security check and the ticket control you had to go even further to the edge of some stairs. The stairs were really steep and led to the inside of the stadium. Security didn't let us go down there by ourselves since it was too dangerous. They assembled a crowd before leading us down. This was very stressful and you could see all the early entry people flocking to the stage down there and also the mass of people in front of you. We had decided that we wanted to get to section GA1 which is basically Jon's side, but when we arrived down there they had only GA3 open which is for the catwalk and the B-Stage. I asked security why they didn't let anyone into GA1 and they replied "We don't know" and "We won't let anyone in there". One minute later they suddenly decided that they would, surprise! So we were actually lucky to get into the right section after all.

When we arrived at the corner of the catwalk and the a stage, where we wanted to be, there were already so many early entry people. Andrey had not managed to save a space for us and he also wasn't facing the A-Stage but the catwalk. This is how it happened that Marta, Stella and Andrey were on the catwalk side and I was in the same corner but facing the A-Stage. I just didn't want to let that spot out of my sight, because I really wanted to have that amazing view of Jon and this is where he would be.

The people around me were actually quite nice. There were two older women in front of me. They seemed really calm and friendly and then there was a daughter with her mother also in front of me to the left, who seemed a bit less approachable. Behind us to the left was a group of women, who got very drunk and already started yelling and shouting and laughing very loudly even before anything started. During the support acts they made so much noise that we all got annoyed.

The security guy in front of us was actually really nice, he handed out water, snacks and even some love buttons, which is how I got a second green love button. The support acts were Wilhelmine, a German singer, and Maggie Rogers. They were doing a good job! It was a lovely start and during Maggie Rogers the woman in front of me had decided to risk the bathroom journeylike me earlier, so I had a front row spot for a while. Meanwhile Marta, Stella and Andrey somehow got further and further away from me so I couldn't even talk to them anymore. But I decided to stay where I was because nobody would have let me in their spot now anyway. Meanwhile the crowds on the hill were assembling and the stadium got more and more crowded.

Servus! Here we go!

Meanwhile the band was delayed. The girl next to me, Hannah, had already been to several Coldplay concerts this tour. She said that the band would probably come on at 9:00 p.m. and she was right about it. We could see underneath the catwalk through a gap in the fabric. So we hoped to see how the band made their way to the B-Stage at the beginning of the concert. But first there were two people announcing the band and raising awareness for environmental projects that are funded by our tickets. They have been several dance battles on the kinetic dance floors to generate energy, the wristbands are all being recycled and there are stations to refill your water bottle, to name only a few things.

As it is with all concerts, only fragments of it stay in my memory. It's just such an extraordinary experience with crazy levels of adrenaline that it all kind of evaporates once it passes. Too many people, sounds and views - it all just merges into a big blur of everything. I remember Higher Power coming on and how I was suddenly all joyful and jumping and I don't even know why, because I wasn't that excited before. Actually I had felt rather tired and kind of chill, but it all changed once the band came on.

Sure enough Jon was just in front of me and for the first time I could also see Chris really clearly. But the thing with the new stage layout is that you can't really see Will or Guy when they are not right in front of you. I don't know whether it's just higher or they are further back, but I had a better view at the AHFOD-tour when it comes to seeing more of the stage itself. This is not to complain because I still saw so much of Jon and Chris especially, and sometimes even Guy. Only poor Will was hidden all the time, except when he came walking to the B-Stage. Instead I got to see A LOT of confetti. It flew all over us so many times: little squares, stars, hearts. They were like the most beautiful rain and it got everywhere.

Jon was awesome! He looked so happy and youthful and energetic and sometimes sassy. As usually, he was showing off his skills, smiling to people or being very concentrated while playing. This time it was such an overflow of lights and effects and people everywhere that I only managed to catch his attention once in a quiet moment. I think the other times he might have seen me, but he only smiled and nodded at me once. That's okay, I felt so happy because he did. In general I felt as if it was 2017 and I was the small overjoyed Jonnygirl all over again. I don't know, something about seeing Jon just makes me so incredibly happy. But he now has a cute little grey patch of beard in addition to the familiar ginger beard. Still the same silver necklace and a watch on his wrist. Same old Jon, I hope to see him again soon.

I got so so many beautiful photos from this concert! Because Coldplay concerts are very brightly lit everywhere, most of the pictures actually came out sharp and usable, which is something new. I used all of my prisms that I had taken with me and also the "moon goggles" that they gave to us which make little stars or hearts from the lights. Even the sections that I thought I would find silly, like The Lightclub with the alien masks or the duet with Angel Moon, were actually funny and enjoyable. It all kind of works in the moment. Overall, I think the AHFOD tour had a much better setlist. Although the elements are different now, I still feel like the message and the overall spirit stayed the same, which is why I enjoyed the show in its entirety.

But what really, really got me was that they suddenly started playing God Put a Smile Upon Your Face [x]. I didn't even expect this and so I started screaming like no tomorrow and totally lost it. It was definitely one of the highlights of the entire evening. Also People of the Pride was really good. I remember looking at the green lasers during Clocks, which was new for me, because I knew the red lasers and now they returned to their green origins. Somehow the lyrics started to get to me this time and I closed my eyes in that moment. There was no sadness though. A Coldplay gig is not for being sad, it's just for pure joy and jumping, dancing and shouting the lyrics out. It's for enjoying life and forgetting everything that is remotely bad just for these two hours.

I felt a bit like a newbie because I didn't really know what was going on til the point that I didn't recognise Chris is always stopping one song just to dork around. I didn't even know that they had a song called Good Feelings - this is how well informed I was! I was a bit sad that they didn't play anything from Everyday Life, except Sunrise, but then again they left out so many songs.

I feel like they extended the section they had during Us Against the World during AHFOD. Now they had Chris making up songs for random people shown on camera, which was really sweet. At the C-Stage they played Sparks and I really loved that. Chris' voice was awesome and I really like this version. They did play Don't Panic without the rest of the band during the Songbook section. The second big surprise was when suddenly a guy stood on the main stage during Fix You. My confusion didn't last for long because Hannah next to me freaked out completely. It was Shawn Mendes! He did such a great job playing guitar and singing together with Chris.

When they played feelslikefallinginlove they actually wore the sparkling jackets from the music video. I liked how the song sounded live - but I didn't realise it meant the end of the concert. Honestly, it didn't even feel so long! But then again I was already so exhausted from jumping around, especially without having a barrier to hold on to. They just bowed once and were gone in the blink of an eye.

Home, home - but not without a proper goodbye

It took me a while to realise it was over. I stuffed confetti into my bag, said goodbye to the people around me and then Marta came to look for me. We took pictures with all this confetti and Marta even made a confetti angel on the floor. Then we decided to pay Shaheem a visit. Shaheem is a roadie responsible for the Xylobands. They have become much more sophisticated since I've last had one, now they can draw shapes and patterns. Shaheem is a very sweet person. He hugged us and we had a nice chat where we praised him for his work, then Marta suggested him to try some Radler ("If I like it, you'll get a setlist on Sunday!"). He also gave us some beautiful plecs. The guy next to me got a setlist from another roadie and let me take a picture.

We even met some of the people from the queue again. Sarah and her mother had been at B-Stage, they enjoyed the concert although her mother fell due to being pushed at the entrance and injured her knee. The other older woman who had been queueing with us hadn't gotten to the GA1 section because of the bad organisation. We also met some twitter people again at the water refill station. Only Andrey and Stella were somehow missing. It was difficult to find them again because we got out at the opposite entrance and had to make our way over a fence down a hill to get to them.

Stella and her parents took Marta and me to the hostel with their car, which was really a lifesaver. This way I could pick up the tour book and avoid the crowds on public transport. Marta and I hugged and parted ways and I got to the tram and to the hostel alright. On my way back I already looked at some of the photos and got excited because they seemed to be really great!

At the hostel I decorated the entire bathroom with confetti, drank approximately two more litres of water and ate bread in bed while looking through the photos in awe until 2 am. It all felt good and everything was alright. Coldplay magic never fails to work.

How fortunate I am that I could see my heroes again! It's been eight years since my first concert on July 1st 2016 in Hamburg. Back then my life was very different and I went through a hell of a time. Only one thing never changed: When Coldplay is in town, there are breaks in the chaos of time. The beautiful sides of humanity become visible when people come together to celebrate together and enjoy life. I hope to witness this again.

See you soon, Coldplay!

[ladycamillewrites]

show some truth

‣ Conrad x ofc 4

・warnings: 18+ dark, mention of abuse, emotionally abusive family, divorce, identity struggles, weight loss, implied smut

“Here USS Ronald Reagon. Approaching coordination point beta at 18 knots. Estimated arrival 0930 hours. Over“ the woman spoke in the communication device, carefully overlooking all her instruments and measurement displays.

It was a peaceful day at sea. Uneventful without major wind or waves to slow down the massive carrier. Nothing for the executive officer to worry about.

But exactly these days, she found herself musing about the time in Guatemalan jungle, the wild animals, the adrenaline cursing through her veins - and her Captain.

Two months had passed since she was withdrawn from the special forces mission after her father had found out about the bold charade. Two months without a grain of contact to Conrad.

Hell, she didn't even know if he was still alive. But she cared. Deeper than the young woman would've been comfortable with.

Every time she closed her hazel eyes in the now more spacious cabin she inhabited, memories of the compass returned. The elaborate engravings of her future ex-wife.

Did he left it where it dropped or was it still important?

Watching the Pacific ocean gush and tower in mostly peaceful waves, the officer waited for her pause to begin. It was a soothing scene, the sun drowning the white sea spray in a tangerine color.

A soothing sight to anyone for sure.

However, her mind wasn't at bay nor at peace, quite the contrary. Since Captain James Conrad happened it had never been quiet again.

“I'll take over now. Eat something, Jackson. Please“ her new best friend and and cabin neighbor blocked the twisted path her mind was running.

He was right, she thought when her meek gaze took in her own reflection. She had lost 10 pounds in two months, the most obvious testament to her constant unrest.

“Alright. Thank you“ she whispered, smiling weakly before officially announcing the change of power as per protocol.

“Officer Moore is taking over until 0900“.

The door of her cabin fell shut before her spent body dropped on the small bed, the duvet giving way to her white jacket.

Golden specks were thrown on the greyish ceiling as her command at sea insignia met the beam of light. Scoffing, she reached for her phone.

How the young officer hated this golden, glorious symbol.

< Ava Conrad > was quickly typed in the search bar of the military intranet.

Was this a fault? Perhaps.

Was she still curious about the abuse? Unfortunately.

Weirdly hoping Wilson and the other guy were just talking trash about the reason for Conrads soon-to-happen divorce, hazel eyes scanned the results.

There it was, her lips parting in twisted anticipation and her legs clenching at the photo of Conrad in his festive military dress and

...a gorgeous black haired woman in a white wedding dress with a perfect mermaid silhouette.

The screen began to seem blurry as her nervous hands trembled, collecting all the dammed emotions. Anger, disappointment, curiosity - but there were also joy and most of all jealousy.

Again.

Trying to keep her cool and not look like she had cried after this fifteen minute pause, her pointer begun to scroll.

“Divorce still in progress after incriminating testimony against Ava Conrad née White“

A gasp left her suddenly dry mouth, phone slipping out of her grasp and slapping against the metal insignia with a screeching noise.

Conrad was never the abuser. It had been his wife.

The woman's nails dug in the sheets while pity and most of all shame twirled around her spine, feeling horribly stiffening.

“What did you do to Ava“ she heard the angry echo of her own voice confronting the man who had always been innocent.

She felt terrible, as knee deep in debt.

But, however, there was no time for her to panic nor overthink if she would ever meet him again and if so how she should apologize best.

*ring ring*

Fumbling with the sheets and her jacket, her delicate fingers tried to recapture the buzzing and singing phone. Internally praying for it to be mum about to ask whether the sea was calm she hastily accepted the call.

“Sister? Can you hear me?“

The young officer felt her heart clench obnoxiously at the annoying voice of her older sister. Puffing before she held the phone to her mouth, she prayed it would just go by quickly.

“Yes, Louise, I can“

“God, no need to be a bitch“ the real Louise huffed, the eye roll nearly audible.

“I- What? What have I done?“ her knuckles slowly began to turn white from her violent grip around the phone.

“You're always so- so...ugh, forget it. Father told me to call you“

Or course he did, the woman thought, not unfamiliar with her father avoiding to reach out to her directly. It always was a colleague or Louise to inform her about his will.

“Okay. What did he say?“ she tried to remain as unfazed as possible. Since her system was still overruled by simmering feelings towards James Conrad, she could've been assigned an easier task.

“I don't know why but he wants you to attend the annual gala dinner of officials. He has arranged a substitute for you on board, the helicopter will pick you up tomorrow at 0730“.

Sighing the woman, as pale as the white wall behind her, once again cursed her father. Internally.

Last year she had managed to avoid those lavish festivities under the pretense of having contracted the flu that was going around the carrier. Seems like this was not an option this year since said event took place in ridiculous three days.

She was at her wit's end, defeated and tired. And certainly the bloody contrary of keen on being home.

“Alright then. See you, Louise“.

“Bye, Yvonne“

Burying her hands in the big sweater she wore although spring was blooming outside, Yvonne wanted nothing more than to leave.

But flight was not always an option. Conrad had taught her that all lost things could be found again.

Smiling weakly, the blonde indulged in reminisces...

The tall, athletic man's hand felt right on her body, making her feel the polar opposite of what men usually provoked in her irritated mind. He had planted the rich seed of desire in her emotions instead of scaring her. Showing Yvonne how sensual a rough man's touch can be and bending her body to his will.

“You know people expect the General's daughter to look... presentable“ Louise sneered from across the room, helping herself to various delicacies her father's kitchen had to offer.

She had always been like that; disgustingly haughty, chiding your sheer existence whenever she had the chance to.

The lean woman shifted in her seat, face contorted in obvious discomfort. If it was her sister or the thought of tonight's gruesome events was beyond her knowledge.

“I still got the dress from two years ago. It'll suffice“.

“God, Yvonne“ her father's agitated grumble resounded from the staircase announcing his theatric arrival. He couldn't possibly have joined them in a worse moment, she mumbled to herself.

“Louise, my dear, would you please lend your sister a dress? She is incapable of keeping a decent wardrobe“ he said, his tone more angry the nearer he got to the humiliating end of his sentence.

The old man still, even after 23 years of Yvonne's life, didn't care a tiny bit about her own opinion. The beautiful woman with eyes of her mother long living apart from the General, was the annoying anomaly in his strict life.

“Are you sure they would look any good? I mean look at her“ Louise asked with feigned worry, struggling to keep the giggle out of her voice.

Yvonne, however, was numb to her sister's unnecessary gibes. Time does heal, apparently.

“Just give me your smallest. It will fit, dad. I'm sure“ she forced herself to answer.

The right hand balling to a silent fist was perfectly veiled by the oversized sweater when she got up, emotionlessly trolling behind Louise.

This evening was about to become one of the worst in her entire life. Her father would almost be exploding with pride about his eldest daughter while said she marinated in the macabre spotlight illuminated by some patsies of war mongers.

Yvonne was not even aware of the wildfire that was yet to blaze it's way towards her.

It was a cold comfort but at least the dress she was forced in suited her quite well.

She was fortunate to be a woman, Yvonne thought when she watched all the man looking like colorful lackeys in their ceremonial dresses. Frowning, the young officer tried her best to find something pleasing to look at.

Something that could positively distract her from this show.

Just as her hazel gaze crept along the walls of the old manor, military property for exactly such occasions, the terrifying sound of her dad clearing his throat ripped her apart.

“Somehow, I had to make amends for your naive self to walk around as Louise and torment Captain Conrad's whole lead“ he began to chide, awakening a bittersweet premonition to cradle in Yvonne's mind.

“So I invited him“ he continued gesturing to the unoccupied side of the table “...and will introduce the real Louise to him. J'espère que tu n'as pas fait trop de dégâts“.

His mother-tongue leaving the nasty vocal cords of her father was never a good thing. Mostly, an elaborate seeming veil to cover what no one else should understand.

Yvonne was suddenly freezing, even though if she had thought it through before, it only seemed logical that her dad wanted Conrad to meet his trophy daughter.

The one that was actually experienced in ground fighting. The one she had claimed to be to take a glimpse of what freedom, autonomy and her dream would look like.

Shuddering under shiny eyes of her older sister, Yvonne felt dreadfully lonely.

It wouldn't even require an high school diploma to detect what Louise was about to do. Everyone knew Conrad was a handsome, athletic man with the face of a greek god statue. It was kind of hard to blame her for planning to seduce him.

Oh, the things he could make her feel...Yvonne's skittish mind trailed off like in countless reclusive nights before, surging through a minefield of dangerous souvenirs.

The way his rough, strong hands felt so arousing as they cupped her breast and pressed her against the tree. How the young woman easily dropped the bits of grace she had left and sunk on her knees for him, sucking until he obscenely came all over her throat.

Now that it was confirmed that James had never been an abuser and therefore falsely accused by her, Yvonne wished to make amends for it.

She couldn't quit decipher what it was, however her deepest urges longed for him, craved to be back under his controlling gaze that lost notes of it's sinister only for her. There was no sense in denying her attraction towards Captain Conrad.

Maybe she would steal the show tonight?

Yvonne cherished and treasured the images of his steel blues dripping with hot want and hues of sentiment for her.

Was it that far-fetched to presume he would still be electrified by her?

“Probably not“ Yvonne's absent lips murmured, dragging her father's attention as he made her flinch with a simple outreach of his arm. No harm was intended.

Conrad gritted his teeth, feeling his heart crumble stilly at the sight of faux-Louise Jackson jolting.

He would not need to ask to know the reason.

“What is it, James?“ Ava purred when the black haired woman felt his hand clench around her fingers. Not gifting her a single look, Conrad just scoffed, never averting his narrowed eyes from the woman who was bewitching him so badly.

She was a victim and so was he; a bitter connection but the more worthy of exploration.

Furrowing her brows in confusion at the suddenly crestfallen expression of Louise, Yvonne shifted on the leather clad chair. She couldn't see what the fuss was about since the whole hall was filled with guests plus her father's broad frame was prominently blocking her view.

“Mon dieu. Que fait-elle ici?“ Louise breathed, taking her dad's arm and shaking it nervously.

Who was said 'elle', Yvonne still wondered, feeling the wetness in her panties as she leaned over to the right.

And then there he was; the source of her merciless arousal in person.

Conrad looked neat, a harsh difference to how Yvonne had known him with dried blood on his hands, dirt smeared across his razor sharp cheekbones and always clad in that obscenely too tight blue shirt.

But she had somehow known he would stand out from the crowd, rightfully so, looking breathtakingly handsome in the cream suit. A perfectly acceptable violation of the men's dress code.

Yvonne couldn't help herself but grow a beautiful smile when he swaggered closer, intimidating as always. The short moment their gazes met was like pure magic, the yearning cry of a seaman longing for his significant other.

Then her father greeted him, turning to another person when he gestured Conrad to take a seat on your table.

Ava.

Yvonnes jaw dropped, eyebrows slanting in pure confusion and shock.

She was indeed pretty, long legs in a caramel tone were halfway covered by red fabric which snaked around her waist all the way up to where her perfect boobs were on display.

Bleak disappointment was the next sentiment in line to torment the blonde, suddenly feeling so much less attractive in her golden dress that did poorly at propping up her breasts or highlighting her delicate collarbones.

She felt as misplaced as always, no, this situation was even worse.

Meanwhile Conrad forced himself to look at anyone but the angel of his sweetest dreams.

The tall Englishman didn't dare to arraign her for not properly introducing herself. Well, for not speaking at all. He, how unfortunate it may was, knew exactly that she was waiting for her arse of a father to tell her to. Punishment was to be avoided.

Abhorred and deep inside regretting treating her as he had done, chiding and making fun of her as the Marine Corps General's spoiled daughter, Conrad was drawn back in his own hell of a reality.

“James, what would you like to drink now that we've been so politely invited?“ Ava's serpent tongue chirped.

“Before we start dining, Captain Conrad, please excuse my younger daughters shenanigans“ your dad announced, drawing quotation marks in the air when his sharp tongue hit the last word.

She were embarrassing him.

But Conrad, in his usual cool and distant demeanor just waved off, returning your father's exaggerated smile to a rather limited level.

“General Jackson, I assure you she was in no way hampering the mission nor my duty“ in his short pause those almond shaped eyes, deeper than any ocean Yvonne had ever navigated, found her hazel glance. The one of a silenced vixen begging to be released into the wild.

“Quite the contrary“ his gravelly baritone then added, leaving the meaning to free interpretation.

Your father's grey brows were twitching, his face loosing it's poise for an instant.

Yvonne was grinning instead, eliciting a silver shine in Conrad's eyes. But she had already spotted that they were glassy, spent with reddened small veins. The Captain had cried and not long ago.

“However, I am Louise Jackson. It's my pleasure Captain“ your sister buried the moment deep as she raked her body over the table to shake hands with the man she was determined to somehow steal from that dragon Ava.

Scoffing subtly, Yvonne's fragile enthusiasm vanished again. The reminder of both Ava's and her wicked sister's presence became too much for the blonde's smile to carry. It dropped helplessly along with her gaze.

She could bare the situation for about twenty minutes until the first course was served. Then, the theatre truly began.

“Care to taste my soup, baby?“ she heard the black haired woman coo, her attention drawn to them by blazing curiosity.

At fist Yvonne had guessed she only accompanied him out of sheer duty since the divorce wasn't through yet. But the sky became more starry when her hand nestled on the apex of his neck while the other guided a spoon of soup to Conrad's lips.

“Ava, stop“ he hissed, the lighter shades of blue in his eyes turning pitch black.

“Aww... are you strained? Need some relief, baby?“ she continued her inappropriate mission. Yvonne suppressed a gasp as she saw Ava's right hand sliding down his torso, landing god knows where.

Probably the whole divorce thing was a farce? Perhaps he was already hard for her under the table, awaiting his wife's wanton hand stroking him through the cream dress pants?

“Excusez-moi“ is blurted out of Yvonne, the clink of the young woman's spoon hitting the white plate drew too many pairs of eyes.

Pinching the fabric of her orange dress and hoisting the material up, she weaved past her seated sister, taking a last glance at her father's boiling expression.

“Tu vas regretter ça - you will regret this“ his gritted teeth wordlessly snapped but the pretty woman, visibly tired by all this couldn't care less.

Out. Now.

Air.

Ignoring every curious gaze that clung to her like a train, Yvonne rushed out of the great hall. The heels were clicking relentlessly on the cold stone floor, joining in the rhythm of her racing heart.

Conrad was a memory, yes, but deep down she knew her mind and heart wanted more of this electrifying man. Devil may care about his flaws. To her James Conrad was the only desirable man, but painfully obviously not only desired by her alone.

She was too good for having to deal with such moronic torture she repeatedly whispered to herself, pacing across the ground floor disorientated.

Fuck, she knew the building.

“Yvonne“ Conrad's rich voice suddenly filled the tense atmosphere, making her freeze for a moment.

Her name sounded too good to be true coming out of the asshole of a Captain's mouth. Nevertheless, he was the last person she wanted to be alone with now so she continued her flight.

“Leave me alone“.

The ding of the elevator announcing it's arrival couldn't have come any earlier to Yvonne's liking.

Internally, she prayed to have lost Conrad while her body ebulliently yearned for his. Soon, she knew, this cataclysmic crevice would tear open and sweep her away.

Taking a skittish glimpse in the big mirror of the elevator's cabin, Yvonne was shocked by the extent of herself she was confronted with.

The executive officer Yvonne Jackson navigating a US Navy carrier because her father denied to pay her college loans if it wasn't to start a military career...she was not there.

Only Yvonee.

The young woman, the underdog of her family having been pushed around and commanded since the day she could walk. A passionate soul living within the lean, small blonde with the cute snub nose that only wanted to be free.

A salty tear began to run down her rosy cheek when the elevator door closed.

Suddenly, the exact cream color of Conrads suit invaded the small gape that was left before Conrad pressed the doors open again. With sheer muscle force, rips of the poor fabric clearly audible.

Hunger lurked in his oceanic gaze, jaw bobbing forth and clenching just as dominantly as it did in Guatemala.

“Yvonne...“ he rasped, eyeing the gorgeous woman and her countless reflections dancing in the go-around mirror.

“Tell me more“.

J'espère que tu n'as pas fait trop de dégâts - I hope you didn't do too much damage.

Mon dieu. Que fait-elle ici? - My god. What is she doing her?

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Hello i love being nosy B^3

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? ( i have no clue what this means btw, i guess it's what you drink water out of??)

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

9. favorite smell in the summer?

12. name of your favorite playlist?

13. lanyard or key ring?

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

23. strange habits?

30. places that you find sacred?

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

53. what is the current state of your hands?

47. favorite type of cheese?

65. any permanent scars?

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

96. desktop background?

98. favorite historical era?

ok sure :3

1. uhhhh water bottle i guess

6. idk

9. air conditioner smell

12. train MADs

13. i feel like these serve different purposes?

17. the same pair of sneakers i've had for like 2 years i really need new shoes

23. almost certainly, however i forget

30. not really

42. pants pockets

53. dry

47. sharp cheddar is pretty good

65. one on my knee from falling off a bike and my upper lip has a big lump on it that makes my mouth look slightly wiggly when closed from [redacted]

68. a lot of them i am very autistic about food

74. with 10 as the worst pain i've felt and 1 as no pain probably like a 3 or 4

78. no thanks

96. porygon2

98. idk i'm not that into any specific eras