#black and gray camo pants???

[trashcreatyre]

toxic yuri mephinite 😳

Took me forever to get to this cause I couldn't think of a fem infinite design that I liked and wasn't just the exact same but with more clothes 💀

Anway that's what I did (plus different hair bc I've been thinking about changing the hair anyway so I might as well)

The sapphics :P

(Did the melted face meph design bc I keep joking that thats wheat my transfemme mephiles would look like even tho my regular mephiles is sapphic anyway)

[gmanmedias]

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[butchjess]

the jess mariano s2 outfits post.. all of his outfits for every one of his appearances including accessories and other such things found to the best of my abilities . full thing is under the read more

-repeat outfits are not included for my own sanity

*asteriks are to indicate the piece is not an exact match, but very close (couldn't find it or just not 100% sure)

S2E05 Nick & Nora/Sid & Nancy

The Camo Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch, black with stainless steel casing + grey braided string bracelet + dark brown leather belt with Civil War union soldier oval buckle

L.L. Bean navy blue puffer vest + Rothco long-sleeve Woodland camo shirt

Levi's 568 dark wash jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

Zip-Up Sweatshirt Fit

Nixon “The Rocker” A370 watch

Gray zip-up sweatshirt with US army staff sergeant rank insignia patch + Indera Mills navy blue raschel-knit thermal shirt

Levi’s 501 straight leg jeans*

Swiss modern combat boots

Wet Delinquent Fit

Nixon “The Rocker” A370 watch + gray braided string bracelet

Stanfield's charcoal long-sleeve thermal waffle knit shirt

Dickies loose fit jeans (logo painted over from back pocket)

Swiss modern combat boots

The Girl From Mars Fit

Nixon “The Rocker A370 watch + gray braided string bracelet

Gray zip-up sweatshirt with US army staff sergeant rank insignia patch + L.L. Bean navy blue puffer vest + white long-sleeved Fresno, CA motorcycle sweater*

Levi's 501 dark blue straight leg fit jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

S2E06 Presenting Lorelai Gilmore

Metallica Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + gray braided string bracelet

Pushead Metallica No Leaf Clover shirt

The Uniform Fit

Luke's season one baseball cap + Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + gray braided string bracelet

Burgundy plaid flannel + gray t-shirt

Dickies loose fit jeans

S2E08 The Ins and Outs of Inns

Child Labor Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + gray bracelet

Hanes black pocket t-shirt* + Rothco long-sleeve Woodland camo shirt

Levi's 568 dark wash jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

The Slacker Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch

L.L. Bean navy blue puffer vest + Tasman Empire Airways ltd. vintage red t-shirt + Stanfield's charcoal long-sleeve thermal waffle knit shirt

Levi's 501 straight leg fit jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

Double Denim Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch

L.L. Bean Sherpa-lined Trucker style denim jacket + Stanfield's charcoal long-sleeve thermal waffle knit shirt

Wrangler black regular fit jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

The Toaster Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet

Green long-sleeve California graphic shirt + Stanfield's white thermal long-sleeve waffle knit shirt

Levi's 501 straight leg fit jeans

S2E10 The Bracebridge Dinner

Don't Need Your Help Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet + dark brown leather belt with Civil War union soldier oval buckle

Punk Planet magazine red t-shirt + Stanfield's white thermal long-sleeve waffle knit shirt

Wrangler black regular fit jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

The Carriage Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet

Beige Sherpa-lined suede coat + black plaid button up + black undershirt

Levi's 568 dark wash jeans*

Swiss modern combat boots

The Glance Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet

Black fatigue shirt*

Dickies loose fit jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

S2E12 Richard in Stars Hollow

Innocent Boy Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + dark brown leather belt with oval Civil War union soldier buckle

L.L. Bean Sherpa-lined Trucker style denim jacket + Rothco long-sleeve Woodland camo shirt

Wrangler black regular fit jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

S2E13 A-Tisket, A-Tasket

Superglue Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch

Beige Sherpa-lined suede coat* + Tasmanian Empire Airways ltd. red t-shirt + Stanfield's charcoal long-sleeve thermal waffle-knit shirt

Brown loose fit corduroy pants

The Guy Who Brought Enough Money Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch

Beige Sherpa-lined suede coat + green long-sleeve Califronia graphic shirt + Stanfield's white long-sleeve waffle-knit thermal + black long-sleeve shirt

Wrangler black regular fit jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

The Phone Call Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet

Dickies long-sleeve garage blue industrial work shirt with embroidered US flag patch (name-tag included) + black long-sleeve shirt*

Brown loose fit corduroy pants*

White socks

S2E15 Lost and Found

The Gutter Cleaner Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet + gardening gloves

Wrangler gas station jacket (no nametag)* + Punk Planet magazine red t-shirt + black long-sleeve shirt

Wrangler black regular fit jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

S2E13 There's the Rub

Construction Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet + blue pen + blue hardhat + dark brown leather belt with oval Civil War union soldier buckle

Hanes gray pocket t-shirt + black long-sleeve shirt

Wrangler black regular fit jeans

Delivery Boy Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet

L.L. Bean Sherpa lined Trucker style denim jacket + Dickies long-sleeve garage blue industrial work shirt with U.S. flag patch embroidered on sleeve (name-tag removed) + Hanes black pocket t-shirt*

Brown loose fit corduroy pants

Swiss modern combat boots

Navy Blue Sweatshirt Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet

Ralph Lauren Polo Sport navy blue USA fleece sweatshirt (02 embroidered on sleeve)* + Stanfield's white long-sleeve waffle knit thermal shirt

S2E17 Dead Uncles and Vegetables

Despot Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet

L.L. Bean navy blue puffer vest + Nordstrom brown button down dress shirt + black t-shirt

Levi's 568 dark wash jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

Diner Boy Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet + blue pen + dark brown leather belt with oval Civil War union soldier buckle

Hanes gray pocket t-shirt + Stanfield's white long-sleeve waffle knit thermal shirt

Dickies loose fit jeans (logo painted over/removed)

Funeral Party Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet

Black fatigue shirt + white and black baseball tee*

S2E19 Teach Me Tonight

Ice Cream Cones Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet

Big Smith green diamond quilted jacket + white striped double pocket linen shirt + black t-shirt + Stanfield's white long-sleeve waffle knit thermal shirt

RVCA Americana olive green baggy fit jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

S2E21 Lorelai's Graduation Day

Payphone Fit

Dickies navy blue Eisenhower jacket + gray button-up*

Levi's 568 dark wash jeans

New York Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch

Dickies navy blue Eisenhower jacket + Hardkore Kidd 2002 No Mercy tour shirt

RVCA Americana olive green baggy fit jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

S2E22 Can't Get Started

The Kiss Fit

Dickies navy blue Eisenhower jacket + gray graphic t-shirt* + Stanfield's black long-sleeve waffle knit thermal shirt

Levi's 568 dark wash jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

[silverior968]

Tfp gijinkas (3/4) The Wreckers :] I ljike them

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[Image ID: A character sheet with two characters on it. On the left is a human version of Bulkhead from Transformers Prime, who is drawn as a fat black man in his early 40s. His hair is dark brown with a single gray streak in it, and tied in a low ponytail. He also has a beard and thick eyebrows. His eyes are dark brown and he is grinning. There are multiple small scars on his face. His outfit consists of a green camo jacket with reinforced black patches on the elbows and shoulders, a black t-shirt with the autobots logo on it, black and gray work gloves, green cargo pants and brown hiking boots. The design notes placed around him read as follows: "For him and Wheeljack I tried to aim for the early 40s ballpark", "he gets a few gray hairs as a treat", "I incorporated the logo into his design as a print on his t-shirt. It ended up looking like a band shirt, which would be a fun AU idea, if slightly worrying (no band should be injury-prone enough to need a surgically trained doctor on constant standby)" "proper sturdy work boots- also suitable for hiking". To his right is a human version of Wheeljack from the same franchise, drawn as a lean white man in his early 40s. His hair is ash-colored and very shaggy. On his head he has a dark brown cowboy hat. His eyes are grey and he has a slightly crooked nose, like it had broken before and never set the same way as it was before. He also has many small scars on his face and is grinning. In addition to his hat, his outfit consists of a white, green and red plaid shirt that's half tucked, a light gray aviator jacket, a dark brown belt with a silver buckle, dark red trousers and dark brown boots. He is holding his hat with one hand. The character design notes placed around him read as follows: "I want to put him in a salad spinner", "this jacket used to be white but it hasn't been washed like ever", "I accidentally made him look too cool so I had to give him the most dripless outfit ever", "I just had to give him a cowboy hat - he probably never takes it off because he's developed hat hair like this". The last note has a small doodle of him without his hat on, showing that the hair at the top of his head is perfectly smooth thanks to the hat. / End ID]

[viktorviolettaenterprises]

(House Of Ashes) Jason Kolchek & Salim Othman's Outfit

Note:This Is Basically Remastered Version of My Old Works Back in 2022. I Decide to Improve Some Outfit And Of Course Include The Weapons that Used in the Game. Honestly I Never Played this Game At All. I Only Know this Game From Tumblr's Forum About Shipping Between this two Character with Codename "JaLim". But I Found the Other Reason To Loving This Game: It was Brought The Iraqi Conflict Of 2003 Mixed it with Horror Elements which I Found it Interesting. But Without Futher A do Let's Let This Show On The Road.

thanks to @hornydotsblog For Borrowing Her Sims for My Promotions. Such Magnificent Work, Sister and Keep up a good Work

🇺🇸Jason Kolchek

First Lieutenant Jason Kolchek (cir. 1973) is one of the five main protagonists and a playable character in The Dark Pictures Anthology's third installment, House of Ashes. He is a United States Marine Corps Force Reconnaissance First Lieutenant and the squad leader of Mailman 2-1. Jason is a white American man. He has a white complexion with smooth skin, brown eyes and short brown hair.

For personal items, Jason wears a Blue T-shirt, a gray-green  shemagh, black watch on left wrist, and a gray baseball cap with  "Remember 9/11" marking. He has two tattoos on his arms: one on left  forearm, other - on right upper arm 

For his Marine uniform, Jason wears interceptor PASGT vest in  woodland camouflage with small bags and tan backpack. He also dons  3-color desert camouflage fatigue pants with two kneepads and combat  boots. During the operation, Jason wears an earpiece with a small light  and radio on his left ear and is armed with a modified M4A1 carbine.

Set Include:

- Jason's Uniform:

1 Color Swatch

Male Only

Custom Thumbnail

Full Body

Age Range:Teen-Elder

Jason's Baseball Cap:

1 Color Swatch

Male Only

Custom Thumbnail

Baseball Cap Category

Age Range:Teen-Elder

🇮🇶 Salim Othman

This outfit set is created from Lt. Salim Ohman's character from the  "House of Ashes" game series, which is a young Iraqi officer. But this outfit set quite resemble on what Iraqi troops wore during the Gulf War and Operation Iraqi Freedom campaign.

Actually since 1980s, Iraqi forces haven't clear pattern of uniform, in other words, Iraqi forces utilised anything they could wear to their troops, even some source show the usage of DPM camo set within the Army mixed by the SSh-68 helmet or what we show here. The outfit itself might be an influence from the old British army's field dress, as well as in other Arab states at that time.

- Salim's Uniform:

1 Color Swatch

Male Only

Custom Thumbnail

Full Body

Age Range:Teen-Elder

-Iraqi M80 Helmet:

-1 Color Swatch

-Unisex

-Custom Thumbnail

-Brimmed-Age Range:Teen-Elder

Weapons (Exclusive to This Set)

-M4A1

I personally fond of the weapons design in this game. but sadly I disapprove of the anachronism featured in the accessories selection. Starting with the Magpul products, Magpul Industries was established in 1999, resulting in its existence by the time of the Iraq War. The products depicted in the game were not accurate. Firstly, the MOE (Magpul Original Equipment) product lines were not officially released until 2008, which makes the stock on the M4A1 anachronistic. The pistol grip is not an original A2 type pistol grip since it does not have a finger hump, and there is an extension to the receiver. The handgrip could be a MOE handgrip, but it could also be the Magpul MIAD (Mission Adaptable) handgrip with adjustable back and front straps. The MIAD was released earlier than the MOE, but it was released in 2004, a year after the game's setting. The Marines used Magpul EMAGS (export mags) that had flat sides and a witness window for ammunition. These magazines were not released until 2009. The old steel or aluminum STANAGS would be accurate. While the M4A1 was correctly portrayed with a quad-railed handguard, the type of handguard used for military-issued carbines was incorrect. The rail that should be used is the Knight's Armament Company M4 RAS Forend. The rail system in the game seemed to be heavily influenced by the UTG two-piece handguard and the Surefire M82 handguard. While according to three veterans I talked to about military issued small arms (two Army and one Navy) it is possible to set up your rifle with what you want so having the UTG handguard is not impossible, but it begs the question of why these Marines would go out of their way to pay for the lesser quality of the UTG instead of using the standard issued Knight’s system. UTG was most likely what developers had access to for a reference.

[Custom]Colt M4 (Custom #65)

But Fear Me Not I Eventually Decide to Fix All Those Fiasco With more Era Appropriate and Authentic M4 With Genuine Colt M16A2 Pistol Grip, Real M4A1 Stock, Steel STANAG 30-Rounds Magazine, Authentic Military-Issue Quad Rail Made By Knights Armaments Company (KAC). With Trijicon The Advanced Combat Optical Gunsight (ACOG)

-Glock 17

While Glocks did exist by 2003, but the Glock shown in the game would be 15 years too early because the game used the Generation 5 model of Glocks and Glock’s Gen 5 came out in 2018. The Gen 5 is characterized with the beveled front of the slide and frame, hole in the middle of the guide rod, front slide serrations (although the real Gen 5s’ serrations are straight, not slanted), no finger grooves on the the bottom of the frame (where the flashlight is attached in the game), an ambidextrous slide release, and only one trigger pin.

Glock 17 (#Custom 21)

I made another fix to make it Fit into Game Settings and replaced it with Gen 3 Glocks. as This Particular Generation was Introduced in 1998. The Gen 3 has finger grooves, no front slide serrations, no ambidextrous slide release, no beveled front slide nor beveled frame, a rail on the bottom of the frame and two trigger pins. Attaching an aftermarket flashlight is possible with a rail on the bottom.

BULGARIAN AKK-47

Just some Creativity Liberty I Take, Despite I Know the Facts AK That Used in Game in Fact Soviet Type 3 AK, But I Found it Interesting if they using Bulgarian Ones

Iraqi Tariq Pistol

The pistol of the Republican Guard in the game was the Beretta 1951, or rather its Iraqi copy: the Tariq. The giveaway that it’d likely be the Tariq was the presence of a medallion on the pistol grip, something the original Beretta did not have. Besides the incorrect shape of the slide release and the three holes in the trigger.

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[frootbyethefoot]

august 28th 1996

[ID: a digital drawing of susie lavoie, julie kostenko, frank morrison, and joey, (in that order) from the legion (dead by daylight.) susie is a white woman with long, split dyed hair, the left side being pink, and the right side being teal, braces, acne. she is wearing a tealish blue hoodie, a red plaid skirt, black tights, and fingerless gloves. she is looking towards the camera and smiling awkwardly. to her right is julie, who is a white woman with long, blonde hair on the right side of her face. she is wearing a black jacket, a gray shirt, a gray hood, and camo pants. she is smiling happily and has her arm wrapped around julie. to julies left is frank. he is a white man with short, brown hair, the tips of which are dyed blonde, and a bit of stubble. he is wearing a red baseball jacket, a dark gray shirt, and brown pants. he has one arm wrapped around julie, and another wrapped around joey. he is looking towards the right and seems chill. joey is a black man with short black hair, wearing a black jacket, a light gray shirt, and grayish green pants. he is doing a "devil" sign with his left hand and is smiling. the background is snowy, with a few pine trees in the background. END ID/]

[hottpinkpenguin]

Joel Miller X Fem!Reader - Last of Us - Part 8

A/N: read part 1 ! read part 2 ! read part 3 ! read part 4! read part 5! read part 6! read part 7! Taglist: @midgetpottermills @casssiopeia @flyingmushroomss @amethystwonders11 @hiphopdancer101universe @kiszkawagnerwhore @littleshadow17 @rh1nestonecowg1rl @alm0501 @ch4rcuterie @lodeddiperrodrick @amandalove1355 @laurathefahrradsattel @moshpot24x @middleof-thenight @kettlechips3 @happymakercollectorsworld @alainabooks143 @mikariell95 @superbreadsoull @twd-rocks-blog @livmadsen11 @sage-bunn @emmy626 @somenerdyuserr @vitavenio @yjnicks @littleshadow17 @honeybunzzzz @thenovelcarnival @shypositivitywritinghorse @kik51199

Warnings: dark themes; substance abuse; post-apocalyptic dystopia; death of reader's minor child; probably a lot of non-canon details since I've never played the game; not proofread; spoilers if you haven't seen the show/played the game Word Count: 3279 Abbreviations: QZ = quarantine zone; FDRA "Fedra" = Federal Disaster Response Agency

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Your awareness was in and out, consciousness restricted to your five senses only. You could feel someone carrying you, your weight jostling uncomfortably on a rugged shoulder. You could hear someone talking to you; a voice you knew, a voice that stirred the edges of your memory, but a voice you couldn’t place. You caught freeze framed images of the ground moving beneath the feet of your rescuer, their dark camo pants and black combat boots. You could still taste blood in your mouth, feel it dripping in thick ropes from your lips. You could smell the stench of days old sweat and the damp, musty odor that was common to the open city. 

Time was fractured. Unable to grasp onto any consistent lucidity, you didn’t experience time in a continuous chronology. Just flashes, frozen moments snapping by you like strobe lights. 

At one point, you felt cool water slide down your throat. You gagged on it, the water buttery from all the blood in your mouth. 

A cool compress on your forehead. 

Other voices, hushed and concerned. 

Someone cleaning your hand, a burning sensation as they stitched the ragged flesh together and doused the gash in alcohol. 

A prick in your thigh. 

Pulling up your eyelids, a too-bright light shining into your rolled-back pupils. 

Then, sleep. Deep and dark and peaceful. You slept for a long, long time…

*****

When you finally woke up, it felt like breaking the water’s surface after holding your breath for too long. Your brain shook off the heavy, feverish fog like a weighted blanket. Your mind wove together your disjointed memories, the timeline beginning to take shape.

Someone had found you, in the stairwell. You must have been hallucinating - you remembered calling out for Gabriel. They’d carried you - literally carried you - back to the QZ. You knew you were in the QZ because you could hear vehicles driving past outside. Gingerly moving your neck - stiff with disuse - you noted you were in a windowless room. Something about the cinder block walls and darkness made you think it was a basement. 

You lifted your hand, examining the inflamed gash now cleaned and closed up with neat, black stitches. Someone with medical training had done that. The sewing was too regular to be anything but a professional. The thick Carhart jacket you normally wore on open city runs was gone, and you were stripped down to a clean, dark gray t-shirt. Not your t-shirt, though. In fact, none of the clothes you were wearing were yours. Underneath the t-shirt, you could feel where someone had carefully padded your broken ribs with cold packs, holding them to your skin with wrapped gauze.

You were lying on a bed, a cot. There was a tall cabinet next to you, its doors ajar. You could see medical supplies inside: a huge assortment of differently sized pill bottles, boxes of sterile gowns and masks, loops of see-through tubing, blood pressure cuffs, blankets, sterilized packs of surgical tools, medical-grade needles of all different gauges. Seeing the needles reminded you of the pricking sensation from your leg. An antibiotic, you realized; something to combat the obvious infection you’d been battling from the cut on your hand. 

The room you were in was lit by the soft light of a bedside lamp on a small table next to your head. There was a glass with water and three pills next to the bed. Moving carefully, testing your body, you swung your feet over the side of the bed and sat up on the edge. As you did, you felt a painful throb in your lip. You tested it with soft fingers, instantly recoiling at the numb pain. Your bottom lip was swollen to twice its normal size, you realized, and you felt the rough edges of stitches there too. 

“You bit through your lip.”

Marlene’s voice startled you; you hadn’t realized anyone else was there. When she spoke, you finally caught sight of her leaning against a dimly lit doorway at the opposite end of the room. 

“Marlene, my God. What the hell happened out there?”

“Where’s Ellie?”

The sound of Ellie’s name squeezed your heart like a vice. Ellie. You’d left her. A scared, sixteen-year-old girl, and you’d fucking left her.

“I… I - fuck, Marlene…”

The gravity of what you’d done crashed down on you like a pallet of bricks. 

“Where is she?”

Marlene’s voice was cold. You could hear the exhaustion woven into her words. The light barely reached her, but you thought you could see that one of her eyes was blacked. She looked like she was still wearing the same clothes she’d been in the last time you’d seen her. 

“I left her. I couldn’t keep up. I was slowing her down, I thought I was going to die-”

You didn’t realize how true those words were until you spoke them. 

Marlene held up a hand to silence you, moving forward into the dim halo of light the bedside lamp cast into the room. 

“Where. Is. She.” 

Marlene’s words cut like ice, but you saw something more than anger in her eyes. It was fear. She was afraid of losing Ellie. And you knew why. Ellie was the key, the only opportunity any of you had ever known to see an end to the way the world had become. As far as you knew, Ellie might be the only way out. And you had let her wander around the open city.

You hung your head in self-loathing and despair. Hot tears burned the corners of your eyes. 

“I- I don’t know. I told her to go on without me. She left me in that stairwell.”

Marlene nodded; she clearly knew enough of wherever you’d been found to recognize it. Your mind jumped, the sudden realization that someone had found you galvanizing your thoughts. That voice had been so god damn familiar…

“You better fucking hope we find her. Not just for your sake… for all our sakes.”

Marlene turned away from you and strode out of the room. You didn’t miss the noticeable hitch in her step, the way she seemed to favor one leg above the other. It seemed you weren’t the only one who’d been lucky to make it back alive from that ill-fated rendezvous in the open city. 

With Marlene gone, you had nothing but your own regret over leaving Ellie and the dull aches peppered all over your body like freckles to keep you company. Sliding off the cot, bracing yourself on the tall cabinet to ensure you didn’t faint, you moved towards the doorway. The sound of a man’s voice calling your name in that stairwell played over and over in your head, the nagging sense of familiarity driving you insane. You had to figure out who it was. 

You stepped out into the hallway - more gray cinder blocks with bare light bulbs beckoning you to a door at the far end - and practically bumped into him. You smiled, recognizing your rescuer instantly, the sound of his voice matching with his face. He smiled back, and for the first time since you could remember, you felt something akin to happiness.

*****

Hunger pains pulled Ellie out of a fitful, dreamless sleep. Her eyes snapped open, adrenaline at waking up in an unfamiliar place jolting her into hypervigilance. The tension in her shoulders eased somewhat as she recognized the inside of the guard shack that she’d crawled into just past dawn earlier that day. Judging by the angle of the light and the pink stains on the fragmented clouds above her, it was close to sunset now. She was grateful that she’d managed to pass the entire day sleeping: not only did she need it, but it was much easier than trying to keep herself amused for hours. 

She stretched, careful not to lift her arms directly overhead so that any part of her would be visible above the guard shack windows. She knew she was a decent distance back from the QZ wall, but she couldn’t resist detection. If she fell into FDRA custody, Ellie was almost completely certain that she’d be executed under the pretense of being infected before she had a chance to explain. As if in agreement, the years-old scar on her forearm ached. It always did before a rainstorm. 

Rain wouldn’t be a bad thing, she thought to herself as she rummaged through her backpack, digging out a half-eaten granola bar. The more cover, the better. 

Ellie knew tonight would be a make-or-break moment for her. She needed to find a way into the QZ that circumvented FDRA. Ideally, she’d find one of the Firefly routes, which would probably expedite her reunion with Marlene (if she’d survived). Worst case scenario, Ellie would have to risk climbing the wall. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to; and even if she could, she wasn’t sure she’d have enough luck to get up and down two sides of a four-story wall without being spotted. Even though non-gated sections of the wall weren’t patrolled as heavily as the major routes in and out of the QZ, Ellie knew better than to bank on security being lax enough to give her time to climb up the wall, weave her way through the braided chicken wire (which was probably electrified anyways - yet another complication), and down the other side. 

Ellie hoped and prayed it wouldn’t come to that. With any luck, she’d be able to find herself a decent vantage point and see someone coming in or out of the QZ. If she could just lay eyes on it, Ellie had enough common sense to figure out a way in. Spotting it would be the kicker. 

She greedily ate the granola bar, chasing it with what little remained in her canteen. The light around her had deepened to shades of dark purple. A few more minutes and it’d be dark enough for her to set out. In the meantime, she fished out the pocketknife her mother had left her, tossing it up in the air and catching it by the handle. The glint of the blade rotating in the air was mesmerizing, and it lent her mind some much needed peace. She watched the knife rise in the air, slow until its momentum wasn’t enough to fight gravity’s pull, then descend, all the while turning end over end in languid, smooth circles. Ellie felt her breathing slow to match the rhythm of her knife throws. In and out, up and down, in and out, until she was meditating.

Minutes slid by. Darkness fell, and finally Ellie caught the knife, flicking the blade to sheath it against the handle instead of tossing it back up. It was time.

With a deep inhale, Ellie stood and quietly pushed the door of the guard shack open, slipping out into the dim late evening air. A distant rumble of thunder confirmed the ache in her forearm was right: rain was on its way. 

Moving quietly, Ellie picked her way through the rubble of the blast zone back towards the front gate. The bright floodlights made it impossible to miss, hovering in the darkness right above the top of the wall like enormous golden eyes. They swept their gaze back and forth over the terrain in the same sweeping arcs they’d made the night before, when she’d first found her way to the wall. The night before that, she’d nearly been blown up. The night before that, she’d slept in an abandoned gas station surrounded by surly-looking men who didn’t know anything about her except that she was precious enough to need armed escorts through the network of Firefly outposts to the Boston QZ. Ellie had expected to be in Firefly HQ now, her blood being drawn and analyzed to hopefully produce a vaccine. Instead, she was slinking around, a soft cold rain beginning to soak the hood of her sweatshirt, hoping to see someone using a secret entrance she didn’t even know existed in the dead of night. Although she wasn’t any good at it, Ellie threw up a quiet prayer for luck and safety to whoever was listening to the scared, sixteen-year-old girl with the potential to save the world hiding in the bombed out ruins of north Boston… 

*****

“Where the fuck is Joel?” Tessa’s voice cut through the raucous card game between four of the men she employed as part of her smuggling ring. They shrugged, indifferent to the note of raw rage in her voice.

“How should we know, Tess? You know Joel doesn’t fucking bother with us.” 

Tessa knew they were right, although that fact didn’t make her any less angry. Joel had been almost irritatingly consistent in staying with her every night that they weren’t making a run into the open city for the last four months. Why the change of heart, Tessa didn’t know, and truthfully she was afraid of scaring him away to ask. She’d always wanted all of Joel’s attention, but she’d settled for whatever bone he threw at her. She saw the vacancy in the back of his eyes, even when they were tangled up together in bed, but having his body was better than nothing. 

But tonight, Joel wasn’t anywhere to be found. He wasn’t at his workbench, he wasn’t slumped over drunk in the stairwell of Tessa’s apartment building (where she could count on finding him at least once a week), and he wasn’t playing cards with the only people either of them knew personally. Not that she’d expected him to be. 

“Where’s the last place you saw him?”

Trevor threw his cards down on the table in irritation, helping himself to a swig from his beer.

“God damnit Tessa, I may not give a piss for Joel, but you should really loosen the leash on the poor fucking guy. The last thing a man wants to stick his prick into is a clingy fucking nanny.” 

Trevor was crass, and if Tessa hadn’t been so singularly focused on finding Joel, she probably would have risked breaking her fingers on his square jaw just to see the look of surprise on his face when he realized she’d punched him. Instead, Tessa ground her teeth together and tried to ignore the jab. 

“Trevor’s right, Tess, just leave it.” 

Bobby was as close to Tessa’s number two as she’d let anyone be. He was a soft spoken, shrewd ex-marine who still wore his dog tags and spoke with a gentle, Virginia-southern accent. Tessa trusted him, maybe more than she trusted Joel. She knew she should listen to him. But something in the way Bobby avoided her gaze felt like a challenge.

“Bobby… Bobby, tell me where the fuck Joel is.” 

Her voice dropped low, the accusation clear. Bobby continued to study the cards in his hands, studiously avoiding her gaze.

“I told you, Tess, drop it. He’s his own man. Just let him be.”

Tessa’s nostrils flared. Bobby was chiding her like a small child, and it fucking infuriated her. 

“Bobby, you piece of shit, you owe me one. I’m calling it in, asshole.” 

Trust or no trust, Tessa refused to be denied like she was a nosy little sister. It was true, Bobby did owe her one. Tessa had never expected to call in the favor she’d earned by sneaking in Bobby’s wife Tricia past the wall so he could have a proper goodbye before he shot her clean through the temple. Tricia had been infected, bit on the arm. Normally, Tessa’s policy was to drop anyone who got bit on the spot. It was an understood rule in Tessa’s ring: a bite gets you a bullet. It wasn’t personal, and it wasn’t cruel. It was just business.

But Tricia and Bobby were different. Back when Tessa had been capable of feeling things like loyalty and affection, she’d called them friends. So, when Tricia had a bad run in with a clicker and took a chomp to the bicep, Tessa had broken her own code and snuck her back through the tunnels so Bobby could see her. It had only given Bobby maybe twenty minutes before Tricia had started convulsing, her eyes rolling back in her head, the fungus crawling its way up the side of her neck. Tessa had let Bobby end it for Tricia, a final courtesy she’d extended him. And for it, he’d sworn her an I-owe-you. Tessa hadn’t ever felt like she’d done much worthy of a favor - it simply felt like the right thing to do, at the time. But now, Tessa was a different person. Shit like friendship and morality didn’t matter as much as the transaction: what you needed from others, and what they charged you for it. If this was the price Tessa paid to find Joel, she’d gladly make that trade.

Bobby finally turned to look at her, his expression profoundly disappointed. Tessa hated that she saw pity in his eyes. 

“Don’t fucking give me that look Bobby. Just tell me where the hell Joel is.” 

The room had fallen into a tense silence. Tessa could hear the faint simmer of Bobby’s cigarette as he took a deep drag on it. He turned away from her, shuffling through his cards again.

“He went to see Marlene’s crew. Tracking down some woman Marlene lost on a run a few nights back. Left out one of the subway tunnels looking for her in the open city. That’s all I know.” 

Tessa’s insides felt like they’d turned to sand. Hearing it hurt more than she’d imagined. She’d always wondered if that was why she didn’t see anything in Joel’s eyes except the shadow of a love she knew wasn’t for her. She always wondered who Joel dreamt about at night, whose face he seemed to search for in everyone he saw, whose voice he wanted to hear whispering his name. Now, Bobby had as much as confirmed it. Joel Miller, the man who didn’t care about anything or anyone - not even the woman who’d gladly burn the world just to keep him warm - had made his choice. And it wasn’t her. 

She backed out of the room, unable to feel anything except the crush of hope suffocating under the echo of Bobby’s words.

Moving on autopilot, Tessa was halfway down to the old sewage aqueduct before her mind caught up with her feet. Marlene and her crew favored the T tunnels, but Tessa liked the sewer pipes. They were deeper than the T tunnels, harder for the infected to get to from the surface, and there were more of them. Tessa had no idea how to find Joel, or where he’d gone. If she’d been thinking rationally, she probably would have started with trying to track down the Fireflies, see if she could speak to whoever had sent Joel out into the open city and get a sense of where he’d gone. But Tessa’s decisions were all instinct, bitterness and spite. She didn’t much care if she found Joel, or when. All that mattered now was getting out of the QZ. The walls felt like they were pressing in on her, the weight of her own foiled expectations threatening to drown her like quicksand. She just needed to get out, needed some fucking space. If she found Joel, maybe she’d shoot him. Maybe she’d find you instead, and shoot you too. Or maybe she wouldn’t find anyone at all. 

At the end of the day, Tessa didn’t give a shit what she found, as long as she could put some distance between her and the memory of who she’d let herself believe Joel Miller was.

read part 9 here

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[she-karev]

Babysitting Luna (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev’s Sister)

Previous Chapter Here

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: Two of Five

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)

AN: I know you guys love the pregnancy storyline so I decided to explore it more. I want to show when Amber and Andrew decided to get pregnant and why.

Summary: Amber and Andrew babysit their niece, Luna, and have a scary moment when she wanders off.

Words: 1462

January 11th, 2022

Amber sits at the kitchen table watching Luna in her play mat in the living room assembling her plushies in a line while Bluey plays on Disney Plus. Their dog Jazz is relaxing by the mat already protecting Luna as her guard dog. They spent their first night with Luna under their care and so far things have been good. Luna was able to tell them when she had to go potty and they helped her with the toilet.

There was some trouble when they ended bathtime and she was crying and screaming not wanting to get out but they were able to calm her down with a showing of Encanto in their living room. It was the first time Amber was thankful for kid movies. Afterwards they got her to sleep in the guest bedroom after reading her a bedtime story. Now Amber is watching Lucy play plush army while her husband is on his morning workout.

The front door opens and Amber looks to find Andrew coming inside the house panting. He’s wearing a black hoodie, gray camo shorts and a gray cap on his head. He is covered in a thin layer of sweat and wearing earbuds. He takes them off and passes Luna in the living room smiling at her as she focuses on her dolls. He greets Amber as he grabs a water bottle from the fridge.

“How did it go while I was on my run?”

“Good, we watched Bluey, it was very educational. She wanted me to leave her alone while she assembled her plush army, I think she was afraid I would steal her battle strategies.”

Andrew chuckles and stands besides Amber in her chair observing Luna with her, “She is adorable.”

“She really is.” Amber says with a smile, “It almost makes me dread the day Alex and Jo return and we have to give her back to them.”

“Almost?”

“Well, the smelly diapers and her pulling my hair when I lifted her from the tub last night also makes me count the days till they get back.”

Andrew grins, “Yeah but still, the bad things are worth it for the joys of parenthood. I mean if Alex and Jo didn’t think like that, they would have left that kid the second they smelled her full diaper. I mean most of my cousins were babies growing up and as annoying as they could be I enjoyed watching them grow up and playing with them. I mean it was the main reason why I know I want kids someday.” Amber gives Andrew a side eye that he catches causing him to shrug innocently, “What? I’m just making an observation.”

Amber grins at her husband trying to plant an idea in her head, “No you are making a sales pitch mister.”

Andrew chuckles, “Look I’m not gonna lie I have been feeling the pull of being a dad more when we reached our one-year anniversary. What about you? Have you thought about when would be a good time for us to try?”

Amber scratches her head as she thinks, “I mean I’ve been busy trying to catch up on my residency and you’ve been doing surgeries to ease the backlog. And I’m trying to be a good wife and a good aunt and a dog mom it’s a lot. Plus, I’ve spent most of my life actively trying not to get pregnant. It’s a mindset I haven’t quite shaken off yet. Also, with what Schmitt did to the program it hasn’t given me much time to consider if it was the right time to get pregnant or not.”

Andrew nods, “I know this is gonna sound like a cliché but there’s never gonna be a right time to have kids. There is always gonna be something that upsets one or both of us at home and work that is a given. But maybe we can let it be a reason for us to expand our family instead of letting it stall us. I mean look at Alex and Jo, they had Luna in the middle of the pandemic while she had complications and the three of them are happier than ever.”

Amber looks at Luna at the mat with a grin, “Yeah it is something I didn’t think either me or Alex would ever have given how we grew up.”

“And that’s my point. I know we can do better than our parents did with us and that’s why I am 100 percent sure I want to have a baby with the woman I am crazy about. But if you don’t feel it’s the right time yet I will understand. I can fill the void babysitting my favorite niece in the meantime and being a dog dad to Jazz.”

Amber sighs at that and thinks for a moment, “I’ll give the baby thing some thought and get back to you. Right now I want to focus on taking care of Luna and see how she feels about us as caretakers.”

Andrew grins at that knowing how much his wife loves Luna and how invested she is in Luna having a good week with them. It makes him hopeful that she becomes more inclined to having a baby of their own. He leans forward to give her a kiss but she backs away to his surprise.

“Uh-uh.” Amber winces at her sweaty husband, “Shower first, love later.”

Andrew raises his eyebrow amused, “Really?”

“Yes your sweaty and gross and I don’t feel like kissing that.”

He chuckles, “It’s sexy.”

“It’s stinky now go and shower while I take care of the babies.” Andrew rolls his eyes but does as he’s told exiting the kitchen and heading to their bathroom. Amber stands up and goes to Luna kneeling down to her level petting Jazz on the head. Luna is focused on her plushies, mashing them together either making them fight or make out. Amber smiles at the sight before Luna lightly pats the mat.

“Oh you want me to join you? I would love to.” Amber sits crisscross next to Luna on the mat where she gives her aunt a plush bunny, “Aww you want me to have the bunny? Thank you I know how much you love this one.” Amber takes the bunny playing with the floppy ears causing Luna to smile, “Aw I love seeing you smile. You can tell me you love me more than your parents I won’t tell them.”

Luna faces Amber with a grin before motioning that she wants a drink, “Oh do you want some water?” Luna nods, “Okay let me get you some water and then we will have the greatest plush battle ever!” Luna giggles at the funny voice causing Amber to laugh before standing up and heading to the kitchen.

Amber grabs a sippy cup from the cabinet with her back to Luna. She fills the cup with bottled water before locking the lid in. She turns around only to find the mat empty except for Jazz and Luna nowhere in sight. Amber immediately rushes over but doesn’t find Luna in the play area causing Amber to panic.

“Luna?” Amber goes to the guest bedroom where Luna slept last night, “Luna? Come on out honey we’re not playing hide and seek!” Amber’s panic grows as she checks the bathroom and under the bed but doesn’t find Luna. She runs out the hall and heads to the master bedroom frantic and yelling, “Oh my god, Luna! Luna where are you?!”

Andrew quickly comes out of the bathroom still wet with a black towel wrapped around his waist. He heard Amber’s frantic yelling and comes out to find her looking under their bed, “What’s wrong?”

“Luna’s missing.” Andrew’s eyes widen and he instantly goes to the closet to look inside, “I-I-I was getting her a water bottle and I turned my back for five seconds and she was just gone.”

“Were the doors unlocked?”

Amber shudders, “I don’t know I thought you locked the door after you came back from your run, did you?”

“Yeah, I had to I always do, come on she’s gotta be in here somewhere.” The couple rush out of the bedroom and back to the living room. Andrew see’s Luna under the kitchen table playing with her plush bear to his relief that he shows in a heavy exhale along with Amber who gasps in delight before running over and kneeling down under the table.

“Oh sweetheart, you had us so scared.” Amber brings Luna out from under and hugs her tightly, afraid she’ll slip away again. Andrew walks forward still only wearing a towel looking relieved as well knowing now that their expectations of a fun-filled week hit a crash.

Next Part Here

[possumsinpeoplesuits]

At long last, my Our Lady of the Passion cosplay is ready for cons!

Based on this picture from Pinterest (google is finding fuck all elsewhere, but if someone knows the source I'll add it.)

The tank top is from Lockedtombmemes' Redbubble store.

The jacket is here, though I've painted the back with some fabric paint. I used the non-heat treating kind and just sort of sketched out the letters with a dark pencil to make sure the placement wasn't too awful.

The dog tags I'm not quite satisfied with because I put too little information on them, and an updated one is still waiting in the mail (I wanted to put the Wing and Cell on it, and had to reread some chapters to verify) There's loads of places to get them, but I used these.

The machetes I don't have many pictures of (I don't have a full length mirror to show them properly strapped to the legs.), but I went a little overbudget to the point it would probably have been cheaper to buy real machetes (but not as welcomed at conventions!) Still, they were from here, in case anyone wants some big ol' 27 inch props instead of the dinky ones from Spirit Halloween.

Gloves were these ones, and they fit my big ol' butch hands just fine. Nothing special there.

For my TACTICAL BLOOD OF EDEN FANNY PACK (which I already wear all the time, but changed colors to match the costume anyways) is this.

The boots are fairly ubiquitous and seem to come from various online sellers, sometimes in men's sizes, sometimes in women's, but this store has them up to a women's size 12, which I needed because I'm lorge.

Now, the mask I'm most proud of! I don't have any experience making costume bits, but I found this one meant for airsoft, which has TWO FUCKING FANS?!?! hidden in the filters to cool my face in the sweltering 80 degree Texas winters.

But! You'll notice the goggles aren't tinted, so I had to figure out how to do them myself to hide my glasses, for REASONS, but this little kit was pretty simple. There's a gluey side, so you just spray the goggles with some water, then slap them down and spend like... a fucking hour or two squeezing out the air bubbles, but aside from a single wrinkle, I think they turned out great! The red also provides some good contrast.

Now, the pants were pretty simple. These come with knee pads, and the black camo looks really nice with the gray coat and black shirt. It did take two attempts to get some that fit (One seller had the XL listed as having a 44 inch waist, equivalent to a women's 18, but labeled elsewhere with the true size of 36 inches, the bastards.), but where I got silly was the straps.

I got this tactical belt, which seems to have tipped the number of tactical things I can search for before search engines decide you're a bootlicker, and intended to use a single bike strap on each leg to hold the other end, which, well... two problems.

The blades were now being bent by my massive fucking quads because I've been doing a shitload of exercise to get fit, because apparently all I needed to get into the gym five times a week was wanting to look like my specialist book blorbo.

I couldn't bend my fucking hips.

So! I ended up ordering a total of SIX STRAPS for my legs, pairing two up high to fit the wider part of my leg, and a single one down near the knee. The upper ones I later looped through the belt to hold them up, which also doubles for making the trousers into a fucking cod piece, which, hey, some people like that. The lower ones were led up by the knee pad, so I had a somewhat stable set of six straps and one belt, which is dangerously close to becoming a Nomura-era Final Fantasy character, but hey, I gave myself carpal tunnel marathoning all the Kingdom Hearts games last year, so that's not a problem.

All in all, it probably cost me... well, more money than it should have, but it's all pretty quality stuff that I'm sure will be very toasty if we ever happen to have another winter down south.

Also, last note... boots of any kind are so much more comfortable with insoles. They don't have to be expensive, but your feet and knees will thank you at conventions when they have a good cushion under your heels.

That's about all I've learned putting this together! I'm 5'9 and around 250 pounds, give or take, so most of this is men's garments, which means the pockets are DEEP AS FUCK. Perfect for collecting small rocks.

Just something to keep in mind.

(See y'all at the conventions. I promise my Yorkshire accent will be less goofy by then, but I can't promise I'll be as nasally as the audiobook.)

[queenoffishingandcookies]

Random Ramblings about Battler’s clothing style, and then clothing for Fem Battler:

Spoilers Below!!!

This is just me think on ideas for character designs that 1) I found interesting and 2) I’m not actually skilled enough to draw yet. Lack of practice kills, folks.

Inspired by @peachducy’s recent art depicting designs for fem! battler (and Battler missing her wife is i c o n i c, I like your designs very much. Please find their art here, and check out the rest of their work!).

This is also inspired by the artwork done by artist Yoshino Kaoru (pixiv), as well as several others such as Serico, Yoshida (RAN)/Shidacoo, Still/Still (Just) and OnoyaAko/Onoo Eiko. There's a lot more, but you probably didn't come here for a face full of links, and Tumblr posts have image caps.

The art can be found on either e-shuushuu.net (the first links, for all names after Kaoru) or Danbooru (second links), as far as I'm aware.

DO NOTE: Danbooru hosts a lot of NSFW (18+) pieces of art, so please be careful looking for artwork on the website if you don't want to get an eyeful.

This is me looking primarily at the Manga, since throughout the VN, there are essentially no other Battler sprites outside of the clothes he wore to the family conference (the exception being his cape/cloak).

Buckle in, because this is about to get real long.

I’m about 90% sure that the first time we see Battler depicted in ‘non-conference’ clothing is in Alliance.

Example 1 of Battler's Wardrobe (The Amusement Park):

Example #2 of Battler's Wardrobe (Ange's Birthday):

There are a few other images of Battler, such as that single panel depicting his and Kyrie’s backs together in Alliance (?), as well as the few panels where we actually get to see Asumu, he is also depicted wearing baggy hoodies.

For reference, I’m also looking at Baby Battler’s conference clothing from six years prior to 1986, in order to compare the stylization.

Rough Clothing Analysis:

As a young child, while Asumu was alive, Battler is commonly shown as to wearing hoodies, and trousers and shorts (plaid, camo, etc). If I remember right, there's another panel when Rudolf, Natsuhi, and Krauss are talking on the former's infidelity, and Battler's depicted in an open-overshirt or jacket with a pair of jeans on (think flannel shirts, except its a plain and solid white on the page).

This choice of clothing seems loose, baggy enough to allow for a range of movements (We can presume Asumu was the one who primarily picked out his clothes, and helped him get dressed, at least when he was younger), but still well-fitting.

Even in the more formal clothes he wore to the family conference, including the former vest over top, where the cuffs of his dress-shirt sleeves were fitted around his wrists, the main fabric of the sleeves 'puffed' out rather than lay flat on the skin.

In other words, they're clothes that you would expect a young and energetic child to wear. On account of the manga pages primarily being in black, white, and gray, it's difficult to discern the actual coloring of the fabric other than - this is either white, or a softer color, while this is black or a darker color.

Also, and I'll go into this more later, but the general 'looseness' of Battler's shirts, hoodies, and pants have a resemblance to Asumu's own style of dress, the rough shape of her blouses and skirts.

This changes slowly as he gets older, slightly, from the references we have in the manga - some examples being the images I put in above. Battler progresses from loose shorts and pants to more fitting jeans (I think), and his hoodies - at least somewhat - give up their place to short and fitted jackets.

I call the jackets short, because they end somewhere around his waist area, and fitted because they lack the poof of the sleeves he wore when younger, and likely a difference of material possibly made them more 'rigid' compared to the fabric of a hoodie.

It's very tempting for me to think that the first jacket Battler wears is made of denim, as it reminds me of the jean jackets a few family members of mine own - and also, in Japan at the time, denim material was very popular (though I need to do more research on that).

The second jacket, on account of the belt buckles wrapped around each wrist, as well as hanging from loops around his waist, and the zippered pocket, I think I'd call it a bomber jacket? Those, at least in my experience, are usually made of some sort of leather. Interesting motif that, again, I'll bring up later (COUGH*kyrie*COUGH).

In comparison, I think hoodies are more commonly made of cotton? Anyway, I'm getting side-tracked.

Battler's jackets, on top of the pockets and zippers and belts, have chains attached to their hems (or, alternatively, his jeans). I find it interesting, since chains hanging from jackets or belts is something I personally have often read depicted as something representing a character seeming cool, or something that represents delinquency (which changes depending on the placement, the types of chain).

Battler tends to wear long-sleeved shirts, and solidly-colored ones at that, below his hoodies or jackets. Apart from the clothes he'd worn to the family conferences prior to the start of the VN (around 1979 or 1980, whichever you prefer depending on how you count his absence), Battler is always depicted with a dark-hued shirt in the manga, and the darker tones are indicated by the fact that his shirt is rendered in black ink. (Other option is that his shirt is actually black).

Additionally, he wears thick belts - and, such as on Ange's birthday, Battler seems to at least occasionally wear that at a slanted angle. Like I mentioned earlier, Battler also has chains attached - either to the belt itself, or the belt loops on his pants.

In the two instances of 'non-conference' Battler that I put at the top of the post, Battler also wears a necklace - both of which have hanging pendants. For Ange's birthday in particular, we see him wearing a necklace with a cross on it - a motif that his clothes in 1986 shares, as the zipper of his suit jacket is shaped like a cross.

Summary of Battler's Clothing.

As far as I can tell, Battler's color palette essentially follows this pattern. Darker, solid-colored shirts, with the pants and occasional jackets over top made of presumably lighter colors. His clothes are very simple, you could say. Real ornamentation is brought about the accessories he pairs them with, or the jackets he wears.

I wouldn't go so far as to call his accessories 'punk', but Battler favors simplistic chains attached to his jackets and so on - a sort of look that seems 'cool', similar to the occasional way his belt seems lopsided. This extends to jewelry he wears - simple chain necklaces, with small pendants hanging from them, and the thick belts.

He isn't flashy, doesn't wear particularly chunky chains or other large accessories to draw a lot of attention. Simple, sleek, stylish.

This coincides with popular styles in the 1980's, such as influences brought about by rising pop culture.

Similarities to other characters' clothing:

In my eyes, Battler's clothing choices - when he is a teenager, predominantly resembles two characters more than anyone else - Asumu and Kyrie.

I mentioned, earlier, that as a child the 'bagginess' of his clothes was reminiscent of Asumu's own silhouette. The simplicity of the accessories he wears, too, could also be taken from Asumu. However, he follows a 'darker' color like Kyrie, and trends towards styling what he wears in a similar.

These are all very small things I noticed, so this is just my opinion. I'll start with younger Battler's similarities to Asumu, who we never see in the VN, and only sparingly in the manga.

Asumu & Battler's Clothing:

Note: The two pictures labeled as Ep4 Asumu and Ep8 Asumu, I found on this post from @ramblingsofthegoldenwitch. There are immense spoilers in their post, which is about Asumu, so if you just want to see more pictures of Asumu, you’ll probably want to scroll to the bottom of the page.

Asumu favored blouses and skirts, if she wasn't wearing a dress. In other words, she had a traditionally feminine silhouette. Looking at the sleeves, you can match the puffy shape and the cuffs fitted to the wrists with the same sort of shirt that Battler wore six years ago, to the family conference.

Similarly her skirts, which roughly reached around the knee, were not fitted. They had flow to them, movement (I am not a fashion buff, despite nitpicking the tiny details in character design, forgive me for not knowing the shapes too well!).

In the panel where she's holding omurice with Battler's name on it (and he's so small and cute, I want to pinch his cheeks), Asumu's also wearing a sort of plaid-checkerboard apron. Matches with the plaid trousers Battler wore at the conference too, six years ago, and the looseness of the fit (as most children shorts are, I think?).

Her jewelry, too, is very simple. A necklace, with a single hanging pendant. In the full manga panel where Asumu’s image is depicted as though beneath cracked glass, we also see that she wore simple bracelets - the sort of plain bands without any other noticeable ornamentation.

This is something Battler also does, well after his mother has passed away - he has at least two plain necklaces that have simple pendants hanging from them.

Kyrie & Battler’s Clothing:

In a sharp contrast to Asumu, Kyrie is more commonly seen in blouses and pants (or, in the case of her sprite, a dress and pants). Rather than following ‘traditional’ portrayals of femininity as Asumu did, Kyrie’s style is noticeably more ‘modern’, you could say.

Unlike Asumu’s clothing, which was looser and fell straight or puffed around her body, and how her skirts flared out, shirt collars hemmed with frill or what I think might be lace (?) - Kyrie’s clothing is almost fitted to her body, from her sleeves and jackets, to dresses and pants. For the most part, she also wears long sleeves.

Additionally, Kyrie's clothing is often rendered in grays and blacks, compared to Asumu's seemingly lighter-colored clothes (only so much you can tell from the manga pages, though). Predominantly, though not always, she wears darker colors.

Outside of formal events (such as the image where she's with Rudolf at a party), Kyrie doesn't seem to wear much jewelry. However, she does tend to wear her belts slanted to one side, such as in her VN sprite and a few of the images I put above.

When comparing Kyrie's style to Battler's, they share the selection of dark colors, the wide belts, and the habit of wearing them slanted. In both her VN sprite, and the image of her walking away from Battler, we can also see that Kyrie also has a similar sort of cross motif.

Her tie has a crimson cross on it, and on her blouse or jacket in the next photo over, the buttons are also shaped like crosses (this is probably a coincidence, but I thought it was cool at least, haha!).

Other lines of thoughts - Battler & Kinzo's clothing:

I was going to mention similarities to Battler and Kinzo's style of dress, such as the fact that Kinzo and Battler actually wear the same shirt color, looking at their sprites - also, all the Battler and Kinzo parallels in regard to personality and appearance. However, in contrast to the images we have of Battler's clothes vs Kinzo's (the depictions of when he was younger, at least), they seem more opposed in my head?

Younger Kinzo, prior to the Kanto earthquake, is depicted often wearing a white (or lightly colored) button down, often with the collar also unbuttoned and left rising upwards, rather than being folded down around the throat. In childhood, he wears shorts, and this progresses to pants as he gets older.

In comparison, Battler wears shirts with low necklines rather than high collars, and there's an intervening period of 60 years between Kinzo and Battler's birth - the fashion trends change, and even when Battler wears high collars (ex: conference clothes), they are folded down around his throat.

Following the Kanto earthquake, Kinzo's style changes - he gets layers. His shirt and pants are added to, such as a vest, a coat, a necktie. Later still, circa the 1950's, Kinzo also seems to be wearing a cravat or jabot of some kind - further divorcing him from Battler's more modern formal suit, worn at the conference. The style he wears, as well as his difference in age to Battler, adds bulk that we don't see on our eighteen year old protagonist.

The closest similarities I find in Kinzo, his VN Sprite, happens to be the tie between their shared shirt colors, and the fact that Kinzo - like Battler - wears a suit of lighter color than his shirt. Battler's is a cream sort of color, whereas Kinzo is wearing white. There’s probably more, but my brain is fried.

Fem! Battler's Clothing: In General and For the Family Conference:

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I don't see being born as a woman (or presenting as one) as drastically effecting Battler's canon personality or personal preferred aesthetic - she'd behave very much like Jessica does in canon, standing outside of 'traditional' portrayals of femininity. In other words, a tomboy.

Being a tomboy doesn't necessarily mean that Battler doesn't wear or like to wear 'feminine' things, though. Case in point: Jessica. You can still wear skirts and be a tomboy, since I think the matter is that you are otherwise behaving in a ‘boyish’ and unladylike manner. Sure, the way you dress can have a hand in being perceived that way, but it’s not the entirety of what makes someone a tomboy.

Outside of the Ushiromiya Family, away from Rokkenjima, I don't think there'd be much of a difference in her clothing compared to what we get to see in canon? Battler would just also be able to wear skirts, leggings, and so on. It would be the same dark shirts or blouses, jeans or skirts, wide belts, chain motif, cross motif, short jackets and hoodies, and simple necklaces (for example...)

Her upbringing as 'a lady of the Ushiromiya Family', would have an effect on the type of clothing she'd have worn when in relation to childhood prior to Asumu's death, and the Ushiromiya Family as a whole, though.

It's known that the Ushiromiya family very strictly follows the roles assigned to a person's gender, even clothing-wise. (It’s what makes Eva design in particular so interesting - she’s the only woman in the family wearing pants, traditionally men’s wear, and non-western style clothing). I also noted earlier that Asumu dressed in a 'traditionally' feminine style.

Even being from a branch family, Battler would very much be brought up with that ideology in mind, even tangentially.

In regards to visiting Rokkenjima, due to her social standing, Battler would likely be expected to dress as a proper young lady, and this means dresses - blouses, or skirts, styled in lady's suits. I don't think she'd be forced into it if she didn't want to as she got older, but Battler was still raised in dresses and skirts.

It should also be noticed that, at least starting from Banquet, Battler displays levels of toxic masculinity and levels of misogyny, albeit unintentionally and not trying to cause harm (referring to woman as never directly answering question, getting upset unreasonably, etc), so even if Fem! Battler doesn’t care for the social norms of the time, especially regarding how she looks and behaves (and I really think she wouldn’t, for the most part), on some level it would still effect her, when coming from loved one’s at least.

The expectation of being feminine, though it might not bug her as much as it bugs, say, Jessica - who worries that her brashness is what keeps boys from asking her out, and so on - If Battler were really concerned about seeming feminine, I don’t think she’d do it out of concern for seeming unappealing to others.

She’d do it for herself (Battler, however, is someone very soft and squishy like a marshmallow on the inside. So, if it’s someone she cares about or likes who makes that comment…ouch).

Considering how fondly Canon Battler remembers his mother, I think that Battler - born or presenting as a woman later in her life - would in some manner attempt to mimic Asumu's style, as well as Kyrie's - the two women that she respects very much, and - because she is a woman - would be most likely to view as role models on some level.

As a very young child, I think Battler would very much be styled similarly to Asumu (and also Ange). Blouses with the puffy sleeves, and a pinafore worn over it (and probably several petticoats or some sort of crinoline, because no skirt holds shape like that on its own). Blouses and so on have the small ruffle or frill (see OnoyaAko's images above).

As she gets older, the silhouette of the skirts she wears doesn’t ‘balloon’ out as much, so to speak. They start falling down in a straighter line, and possibly more fitted around the waist in hips? Though not to same extent as Kyrie, where the fit is as snug as a glove - it’s still looser than that. Think pirate-shirt and slacks.

She probably starts wearing pants more often as well, after leaving Rudolf’s house to live with her grandparents (We don’t know much about Asumu’s parents, how traditional their views were. Whose to say whether they would have been concerned or not about Battler potentially dressing ‘like a man’? I like to picture they didn’t/wouldn’t mind much at all, though).

Personally, I've always sort of envisioned Battler (conference), wearing a blouse - or dress - with similar 'puffy' sleeves as Asumu wore, fitted at the wrists, same dark red fabric below the cream suit jacket that Canon Battler is known for. It’s just…her look, just as in canon.

I’ve think I've seen artwork where she’s wearing pants(?), but considering the social expectations of women in the Ushiromiya Family, to be feminine, proper ladies - as well as Battler’s prolonged absence where she literally left the family register, I feel like some level of stricter ‘code’ for dress would be followed for her - at the conference, she will eventually have to face Kinzo, after all (one of the misogynists to end all misogynists).

It would be best to try to stay on her ‘best behavior’. In other words, it would be best to avoid poking a sleeping beast (Kinzo) in an old wound (herself, dressing ‘inappropriately’ for a woman after having literally left the family for six years).

Therefore, for at least the conference alone, she’d maybe choose to wear a skirt over wearing a pair of pants, and maybe pack the pants instead as extra clothing.

The skirt maybe sits around the knees or mid-thighs in length. I'm not sure if it would share similar 'layers' or not, like Jessica, VIP Beatrice, or Natsuhi, though.

I made it longer than Jessica's and VIP Beatrice simply because, for the 1980's, their skirts seem to be short. Roughly the length of the miniskirt. They seem really short of the time period in Japan, and especially so for the family itself, considering it is the hyper-conservative and traditional Ushiromiya Family they are related to (literally).

Also, Kyrie or Asumu do/did not have 'layers' to their skirts, and considering Battler would likely emulate them on some level, maybe it would be edged with minor frill or some other minor embellishment, like lace, at the hem - instead of layers? If Battler were to have layered anything, it would be a really formal event...

For hair, I’ve always thought that Battler would have long hair. Majority of the fanart I’ve seen Battler depicted as a girl, she’s had long hair. I like to imagine it as long as Beato’s when loose, if not longer. It’s all that trauma from my childhood, I guess.

Though, considering both Kyrie and Asumu wore their hair short, taking the idea of her emulating them both and the sharing of parts of the character designs, it’s just as likely that she could have it cut short.

Also, I always see tomboys presented as having short hair and clothing deliberately selected to emphasis how their personality, favored past times, etc, is more like a boy’s than a girl’s.

However, Battler is a girl - and why would she have to act and look like a guy to do the things she wants, hang out with the people she want? What does her appearance have to do with that? (which, ironically, is exactly what makes her seem like ‘one of the boys’ majority of the time, she doesn’t care or really notice, and this leads to a series of misunderstandings where hearts of boys and girls alike are unintentionally broken).

It’s just something I always find interesting, the appearance of seeming traditionally feminine and almost demure on the outside, but being decidedly just another person - capable of being loud, of being brash, of being crude, sporty, etc - alongside it.

Formal Dress / Golden Witch Battler

This section is more self indulgence than anything else, so feel free to just skip it.

I’m fairly certain that, in both VN and Manga, there’s no depiction of the family changing to get dressed for dinner, but considering the high stakes and formality of the family conference, it’s always just been a sort of headcanon that sticks in my head and doesn’t leave.

A lot of Fem! Battler fanart depicts her in a dress, so naturally - I wanted to put her in a dress. Battler is hot enough in any world, that to see him or her (etc) in a dress would be fatal to most people’s hearts (Ladies everywhere hate him - haha).

But I always see her, in my head, as typically wearing the same suit - or an outfit I similar enough - to the family conference. Smooshing the idea of her in a dress with my headcanon of dinner was the perfect excuse for having both, essentially.

I think it’s mentioned somewhere in Turn that Battler’s family (and likely the others) brought several changes of clothes. So it’s possible!

I may also be a tiny bit salty that Battler, unlike the other witches in the series, didn’t get his own special ‘witch’ sprite (the cape is the bare minimum, and possibly counts as theft from Kinzo), so the fancy dress also gets to be her witch dress, once she solves Beato’s game.

Formal Ballgown Battler-wear is absolutely 110% inspired by Yoshino Kaoru’s art of fem! Battler (and I mourn the fact that there is no fem beabato art, though there are two pieces of masc beabato art 😏), as well as Yoshida (RAN)'s, and @peachducy’s witch Fem! Battler. Also, Still's artwork.

I ran out of space to add all those images because of the image limit, but know they're there in heart and spirit. Let me tell you, there’s no need for Kinzo’s absinthe in this household, because the characters and artwork in the fandom alone is enough to melt my heart and soul.

As I mentioned earlier, Battler probably wouldn't wear layers unless going to formal event - like the family conference, to her grandfather's western mansion on a secluded island. If you've got to dress up, you dress up to kill (bad joke was bad).

I don't have an exact idea that comes to mind for the sort of dress Battler wears, but the images I put above are along the lines of what inspires the thought of it. Part of me would want to put her in a victorian-inspired dress, with a sort of heart-neckline that rises up to her throat - hard to explain, really. Similar to the Shidacoo artwork, but the collar would rise encircle her throat? Also, the baggy sleeves, I really like the sleeves. Something like this, most likely (neckline-wise, at least).

Or maybe a sort of capelet, which would parallel Kinzo's cloak-cape...sort of like the small shrug jackets, except the back elongates and the collar's tall, and it's worn over her dress sleeves if she has them...ideas, ideas, ideas...

Anyway, that 'stricter' victorian would probably be an aesthetic more fitting for the adults - or a female version of Kinzo, whom I've already gone on a rant about (though that would invoke interesting further parallel between the two...?).

@peachducy's design of fem! Battler is really really really cute. I ran out of space in the block above, so I'll ramble about it here. So, they used reference from Beato and Jessica's sprites, and provided Battler with a similarly layered skirt - whereas Battler is still wearing the jacket, and vest as in canon.

Battler gets leggings with eagle on them, and has cross-shaped earrings (the ever iconic motif), and I can say without a doubt that she is hot. She even has a cravat/jabot with a cross pin! It's cool! Witch Battler gets a massive ballgown skirt, similar to Beato's own dress except...simpler, with the one-winged eagle up the length of it, as well as a cape similar to Kinzo's.

I am not visible, but know I am valiantly attempting to evade keyboard smashing.

On the other hand, the reason I like Kaoru's art so much, is because it shares motifs with Beato - such as the low back, and the shape of the sleeves and the just-off the shoulder design which makes it just a half-step different, and what it drops in mimicking the scalloped folds of her overskirt and golden embroidery (Beatrice's, I mean, tying her to Kinzo's cape), the design is replaced by simple layers hemmed in lace (and I'm always weak for lace-hemmed anything, sorry). Also, the fabric roses - because that's a tie to Beato, and throughout umineko, roses are Important.

Such as a golden rose laying to rest upon a catbox at the bottom of the sea. That scene broke me, and was what got me to regain interest in the VN after spoilers-

Still's depiction of Fem! Battler is also really good, because the lines of the dress of sleek and formfitting - reminiscent of the modern period, over historical-leaning gows (or that's how my brain interprets it), and it also brings back Battler's cross-motif. Still's dress reminds me a lot of Kyrie, actually. Sleek, straightforward, and mostly to the point - though it's still embellished with ribbons.

(Also, look at her hand on her hip!! The confident smirk!!! 10/10).

There's also another image attributed to OnoyaAko, where Battler is again wearing a dress, similar to Still's where she is sleeveless and wearing gloves, and with Beato - who is laughing. At her, and calling her cute (I think?). Meanwhile, Battler is trying to shove him away with a loo of utter disgust. The art piece cute, and just look at her face!

Dress-design wise, again, it's very simple. I like the black frontpiece, and how the skirt is tucked together before fanning out. Just..so many designs, so pretty.

The Opera Stella Iplehouse doll is another dress design I liked, and also and these two dresses ...

I have saved so many images from pinterest running through ideas, its not even funny. I have like five separate boards. Help.

Anyway, here ends my rambling on Battler's clothes, and the types of clothes he may wear as a girl.

[simp4konig]

okay, a couple questions

1: favourite song?

2: favourite movie/show?

3: idk anything else you want me to know-

Okay 😋😋 saw this immediately but didnt have time in the morjning to respond ☹️ SORRY !!!!

1. I have more than one 🥵

I dont expect you to listen to all of these btw !! 😰😰Dont waste your time if you dont ijow tjem, 😭🙏 :

So yeah, basically I play all these songs^^^ on repeat 💀☠️☠️ Drift Phonk is SO good 💯💯😎even tjo its bass boosted cowbells with some. Percussion 🤓🤓☝️ i think its rlly good lol

Also have some rap/pop songs that are in Polish that im NOT gonna include here bc its not like youll understand a word of whay theure saying 😱😱😱

2. LOVEEEEE "Money Heist/La Casa de Papel " it's made me cry twice🥰💔💔om the fifth episode of the last season because my favourite character died😞

I watch True Crime documentaries and just documentaries abt the internet😇😇 My favs for each category respectively: "Don't F**k With Cats" + "The Most Hated Man on The Internet (i think its called anyeays lmaoo)

Also like watching classic films. Idk, i dont like tje stuff that comes out nowadays 🤕 so any blockbusters from the 80s–10s i LOVE 🤩🤩

3. Random information:

Natural blonde, with GRAY-blue eyes (because my eyesight is bad so the colour in my eyes has faded, 🥲 — so obv. I wear glasses😔its sad bc my eyes were ocrsn blue and now look metallic 🤖)

My handwriting is god-awfulm, like ILLEGIBLE😭😭😭 its sn insult to the paper honestly 💀💀you should see ky school books my notes are so messy ajd sll over the place i feel bad for the teachers that mark my exams/assessments😰

Currently reading the Harry Potter books (up to the fifth film, but i thought i should also read the books to compare😊), and im on the fourth novel — Its so THICK and im svared bc my good friend that's lendijg me these said that the next one is the longest 🤯 i might just kms 🙂🔫

I have a cat figurine collection 😱😱 I visit charity shops with my mum (mostly outvof obligation 😵), but we sometimes get lucky and founf ones out of porcelain, glass/crystal, carved in wood, etc 😽🐈🐈‍⬛😺

You know old ladies that wear flower patterns🌸🌺🌷 and middle-aged moms in their late 30s/40s tjay wear cheetsh /leopard print🐆🐆 ? Well im that but as a Gen z girl with an obsession with camo print LMAO,, I have a camo backpack, cargo camo print pants, camo leggings, camo tshirt, camo hat, even fuckijg csmo pencil case LMAO💀💀💀 I WOULD have had a camo phne case too but there wasnt the one i wanted for ky phone...💔💔So Idk i rock (horribly😵) an army fit so whem i CAN i go out in combat boots, cargoes+belt, black or darkgrey tshirt/turtleneck tucked into my cargos, fingerless gloves etc. 😙✌️✨✨✨

If you would like to leanr more, check out this post !!☺️✨✨(well reblog actuslly hahaha)

Tried to include new informwtion aboit myself here so i didjt repeat anytjing 😇, Hope i didnt bore you😰😰😰

[princesssarisa]

What are the clothing styles of T.J. Detweiler and his friends?

They almost always wear the same iconic outfits:

T.J.: His white t-shirt, blue jeans, gray leather jacket, red sneakers, and red baseball cap. Simple yet cool.

Spinelli: Her big red t-shirt (I'm pretty sure it's an oversized t-shirt and not a dress, since she can't stand anything girly), orange and brown striped leggings, gray jacket, big gray combat boots that used to belong to her brother Vito, and orange ski cap. The whole ensemble screams "tough girl."

Vince: His off-white, blue-trimmed t-shirt, bright green "1" jersey, gray shorts, and black and white high-tops. As sporty as can be.

Gretchen: Her old-fashioned blue dress with its white sleeves and pink sash, pink socks, and saddle shoes. Outdated and nerdy-looking yet cute.

Mikey: His cream-colored t-shirt, brown pants, and gray "tennies." Ultra-simple and comfortable, as suits a free-spirited bohemian soul.

Gus: His tucked-in, button-down, gray-green collared t-shirt, camo gray pants, white socks, brown loafers, and wristwatch. Disciplined, militaristic, and nerdy, in keeping with his upbringing.

[sychosid]

I've prayed enough, I rolled the dice

"Hangman" Adam Page/Swerve Strickland

[Ao3 Link]

Hangman makes his way through the cold unknown with some help.

Frozen Pines.

It wasn’t winter, so why was it so cold?

There was the distinct sound of snow crunching under boots, and then shifting around him. Above him.

He wiggled, shifting the world around him, until his arm burst through the dirt in front of him.

Dirt, that’s what it all was. He was buried in a shallow grave in the ground.

Something grabbed his hand. It was someone else, both their hands working to help pull him up. They were about his size, rough like his but still softer. Tough, though, whoever it was certainly put their hands through a lot.

And then, he could breathe. It was bright. Green trees frosted with ice and a ground powdered in white snow and a grey sky overhead. 

He hadn’t even realized he couldn’t breathe. And now he was coughing up black dirt. No…it was dark, dark red, and it was staining his hands.

“Shit dude.” The person who helped him spoke up. The man looks up, to find a face above him. A young man with bright pink hair, tied in a ponytail, with tired green-blue eyes and a cigarette in hand. He wore a plain gray hoodie, and camo cargo pants with combat boots. There was a lit cigarette in his mouth. “You look awful.”

“Do…Do I know you?” The man asked as he crawled out of the unmarked grave, wiping his stained hands on the snow and dirt as he got up. He noted his flannel, and thick denim jeans, with embroidery of some kind running up the side, although he couldn’t quite make it out. To top off the outfit was black cowboy boots, with white thread detailing. “Do you know me?”

“Do you know you?” The young man asked, raising an eyebrow as he swayed on his feet.

The snow fell around the two of them, but neither seemed cold despite that. The trees around them were long, ancient, and covered with the white snow. Pine needles that were blueish-gray, almost like unclear water that froze over.

“I know me! I…Shit, do I know me? I’m…” The man paused, uncertain of himself. “I’m Hangman.”

“Just Hangman?”

“I…don’t know. But Hangman, I know I’m Hangman.”

“Well Hangman, I’m Mox.” The pink haired youth introduced himself. “Moxley. Jon. But Mox works best.”

“Well Mox, thanks for helping me out of this uh, whatever this was. Do you know how I got here?” Hangman couldn’t stop with the questions, which earned him a raised eyebrow.

“No one around here really knows how they got here. They just are. Hell, I'm here now and I will be again.”

“I only have more questions.” Hangman stared at Mox, who just shrugged in response.

“Some will have answers, some won’t. Some answers won’t even have questions until you find them.”

“What does that even mean?”

“You figure it out.”

Hangman stared for a moment, shifting on his own heels. The wind picked up towards him, snow blowing against his face, and the smoke from Mox’s cigarette hitting his nose. The smokey scent of tobacco with something sweet…marshmallow root. Hangman wasn’t sure how he knew that, but he did. Virginian tobacco too, no doubt.

Mox seemed to catch him staring, as he offered the cigarette out to Hangman, who hesitated. So Moxley stepped forward, holding the cigarette to Hangman’s lips for him. 

Again, he hesitated, before leaning a bit more forward. His lips wrapped around the filtered end of the cigarette, as he inhaled, pulling smoke into his mouth. He stepped back, inhaling the smoke into his lung and holding his breath for a few seconds, before exhaling the smoke before clearing his throat.

Moxley pulls the cigarette away, and back to his lips, taking a drag himself.

“So now we know you know how to take a drag. Not often, but you do.”

“Is that important?” It was Hangman’s turn to raise an eyebrow.

“Does everything have to be important?”

“It all happens, so isn’t it?”

“Even the mundane.”

“I think the mundane is the most important.” Hangman looks off into the endless gray sky as he speaks.

They stand, looking each other in the eyes for a few moments. Finally Mox drops his mostly smoked cigarette on the ground and stomps it out with his foot.

“I like you Hangman. For a guy who doesn’t know who he is, you’re pretty interesting.”

“I know…some parts of who I am. That’s better than none, right?” His tone is confused more than anything.

“That’s for you to decide man, not me.” Mox shrugs again, fidgeting still. He cracks his knuckles, then his wrists, and then his neck.

“Then I think so, yeah.” Hangman nods, reaffirming to himself more than anything.

The snow picks up around them, wind howling. The chill is beginning to reach Hangman, from the inside out. He can feel as if his very soul was freezing over slowly, his joints and bones chilling while the warmth of his flesh tried to fight it.

Then, he heard it. The faint buzz, an unnatural crackle. Through the howling, freezing winds, there was a call to him he had to follow. The wind itself crackled, broke around them. The snow fell so finely, it looked like they were in a world of radio static.

“Well cowboy, what’s it from here?” Mox asked, tilting his head up. He wasn’t so far off from Hangman’s height, but his presence was somehow greater, despite clearly being a good amount younger. Through the snow, he looked even younger. The static like snow made him look like he belonged on an MTV program that was playing on a CRT.

The cowboy looked around. The snow was picking up, becoming finer and finer. A stark difference from the wet, fat flakes that were falling earlier. The gray sky became darker, and the pine trees began to look menacing. He felt as if they grew, years beyond what they were moments ago. 

“I–” He turned his head back to speak, but Moxley was gone. Somehow, Hangman knew he wasn’t here anymore, but that wasn’t the last time he’d see him. Maybe it wasn’t even the first time either.

What was he going to do now? It was a good question. 

He began to walk. He walked and walked and walked. The static and snow grew wilder and louder and more intense. The chill inside him spread, and with it he felt nothing. Ice wasn’t just in his veins, he was it. There was nothing inside him but the frozen soul of a man lost in time and space, who didn’t know it but did at the same time. Contradictions became him, as his boots stepped into the building snow, leaving behind footprints that were quickly covered up by the falling snow, as if no one was there.

The crackle he was following soon became a tune; and then a voice. A beautiful voice, feminine and sorrowful:

“I am ready to follow you even though I don't know where

I will wait in the night until you decide to take me there. . .”

There, through the woods, at the end was a clearing. He was almost there.

“. . .I will be waiting for you, on the other side of the frozen pines

I'm gonna find a way through, there's another life beyond the line. . .“

Past the edge of the forest, there was the end of the pines. In the snow, there it was. A circular logo, with a pine tree, splitting a “W” and a “P”. It read “Whispering Pines Studios.”

Hangman stumbled through out of the forest, and walked towards the studio. It was a recording studio, he knew that. 

“Well folks, that was H.W. Justine’s Frozen Pines. Beautiful voice, truly. Doesn’t it just send a chill down your spine? Hold on for a moment folks, we do have a guest coming in soon and you won’t want to miss it! For now, here’s Riding into Town from the Gunthunder motion picture soundtrack!”

There was a speaker just above the doors to the studio. It seemed to be the only door in, and any windows on the building had the blinds pulled down. 

There across the doors’ handles was a chain, with rust and dried blood. It wasn’t connected by any lock. Just there, wrapped around the handles as if that was enough to keep the doors closed

The wandering cowboy pulled the chain off the handles, and stared down at it. As if possessed, he brings the cold metal to his lips. Metal meets flesh, sweet and cold and melancholy. He hangs the chain across the back of his neck and it feels like it's burning him, but he doesn’t mind. Maybe he barely registers it.

Rough hands wrap around the handles of the doors, and he pulls them open. It looks pitch black inside, except for a distant light at the end of the hallway, clearly coming from a room to the right. The shadows and light are separated by a harsh line, and Hangman knows that’s where he should go. 

After all, where else could he go?

He walked through the doors, letting them close slowly behind him. Into the unknown, of something far stranger to him than the woods he had just been in.

After all, he found the chain.

Now he had to follow it.

[catmaidetho]

crow's danger days au design party

hi! to celebrate reaching 200 followers, i'm hosting a design party for my life series danger days au!

what's that mean? beneath the readmore on this post will be a set of written descriptions for the cast of the au. anyone who wants can then draw what they think those characters look like!

do i have to draw all of them? nope! only do the ones you want!

is there a time-limit on this? also no! whenever you've got the time to do it, go for it!

what even is danger days? IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED! danger days is the 4th (and final) studio album by american rock band my chemical romance! it was a concept album, which can be seen in the music videos for nanana and sing. there's also a tie-in comic book series, danger days california. so if you're struggling for inspiration, i suggest watching those music videos or taking a look at the aesthetic of the comic!

if you're participating, please @ me in your finished pieces! :D

characters

these are the main characters featured in my current wip---the extended cast (as well as some picrews/art i've done of some of them) are in this google drive here. go nuts!! :D

Etho (they/them) Etho is a tall, lanky androgyne, and the tallest in their crew. They have unnaturally white hair with dirty blond roots that they keep longer on the top and shaved close on the sides. Their eyes are an unsettlingly dark shade of brown, bordering on black. They wear a black tank top, dark gray camo-patterned cargo pants (the pockets are full of wires and plastic scrap), well-worn black combat boots, and a heavy green jacket that reaches their thighs. They also wear fingerless leather gloves, protective goggles, and a tool belt that their raygun and other extra tools hang from. They wear a black gas mask on the bottom half of their face nearly 24/7.

Small Beans (he/him) Small Beans is considerably shorter than Etho, and the shortest in his crew. He has half-brown, half-green hair that is unkempt at best and a rat's nest at worst. His eyes are a dull green. He wears a black bleach-dyed t-shirt, ill-fitting and ripped light-wash blue jeans, brown work boots with yellow laces, and a vibrant pink leather jacket with spikes on the shoulders and a myriad of patches. He often steals Etho's leather gloves when they aren't looking, although does own a pair of their own fingerless gloves that have been painted with hand bones.

The Scar (he/him) The Scar is slightly shorter than Etho, and somehow manages to be quite buff. He has well-kept, short brown hair. His eyes are deep green. He has more scars on his skin than can be counted, mostly healed sunburns and raygun shots. Before he joined Etho's crew, he was often seen wearing burgundy slacks and a white, short-sleeved button up shirt. After joining Etho's crew, his outfit completely changed to a skin-tight, short-sleeve black shirt with a triangle cut-out on his chest, black leather pants, surprisingly well kept black boots with mismatched orange and teal laces, and a half-orange-half-teal windbreaker. He is the only member of the crew to never lose his sunglasses.

Pesky Bird (he/she) Pesky Bird is somewhat taller than Small Beans. He has a decently-kept mop of blond hair. Her eyes are rich, chocolate brown. He wears a white t-shirt, straight-fit blue jeans, boots that may have been black once but are heavily faded by the sun and wear, and a bright red leather motorcross jacket with a large patch on the back of parrot wings. She also has a matching biker helmet.

the extended cast can be found in this google drive!

[ryantryinx]

Hi Ryan! I saw your request for drabbles words so here’s my word if you’re up for it!

Word: cooking

Have a wonderful day and a friendly reminder you’re awesome!

( Fuck yeah! Thanks so much for the word! :) My Gallavich flame been real hot lately and I needed to stoke my fire! As always mom your the best! @mickeysgaymom ) Coming home from a hot and long day of deliveries Mickey kicked his shoes haphazardly off at the door. His husband still on the recovering end of a low episode they'd both thought it best to give him a few more days of rest at home until returning back to his shift. It was one of the many great perks of being their own boss was it worked well around their personal lives. Shedding his Kevlar vest and camo top along the way into the house the older man's nose followed a nice smell all the way into the kitchen. Standing in the middle of the kitchen in front of the stove in gray sweats and a dark hoodie ( Mickey's hoodie that was a bit too short and tight on his large body ) Ian stirred a pot of unknown ingredients that made the house smell sweet and savory. Dropping his shredded clothes on a stool by the counter Mickey crossed the kitchen. Just his camo pants and black tank left on his sweat soaked body as his arms snaked around the lean waist of his husband as he pressed a kiss on his husband's shoulder. " What's cookin' good lookin' ? " A smirk spread over his tired face leaning into the redhead slightly. It was a bit rough covering both their jobs especially a day where nothing went the way he wanted it to. Though he would do it 100 times over if it helped Ian in any way. Feeling a long arm move over his own hands with the hand not currently stirring a pot of ingredients. " Making a new recipe. A type of stir fry. Why don't you go take a quick shower and I'll finish this up? " Ian spoke softly, a little distance in his voice still but it was obvious he was trying to push himself for his ' usual ' energy. Stepping to the side the shorter man lifted on his toes to press a quick kiss to his lovers lips. " You sayin I stink Gallagher? " Mickey teased not having enough energy to hide the smile on his lips. Which luckily brought a shiny smile over his freckled faced lovers lips. They both knew how much Ian enjoyed any way he smelled. " Yeah, I'll pop a shower real quick. I'm starvin' and that smells good. " Taking a stretch he shifted slightly on his feet taking another look at the younger man's face which was full of a lot more color than it had the past week. " Thanks for cookin'...." Giving the others arm a slight squeeze he turned on his toes to grab a cold beer from the bridge to enjoy with his quick shower before dinner. -My first little drabble! :) Feel free to send me words to work with! I do unusually do post-season 11 writing cuz husbands. -

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Larry prefers clothes that cover him nearly completely, with the exception of pants overlapping his feet. He doesn’t mind it when his sleeves go over hands, though, as long as he isn’t working with his hands that is. After wearing suits so much for so many years, he started leaning more towards loose fitting clothes as a much needed break from the stuffy suits. He likes more grays and blacks in this clothes than color, but when he does include color its almost always some shade of blue. He only owns like three different pairs of shoes, one of which are his only tennis shoes that he's owned for several years now with barely any visible wear and tear. He always accessorizes with a watch and a medical alert bracelet for his food allergy. More under the cut :)

Work

Its his work clothes. He’s got 7 identical suits, button downs, and socks for each day of the week— despite no longer working a 7 day schedule anymore. It's comfortable and breathable enough on long work days.

Casual 1

He likes flannels. They're warm on chilly days and he thinks he looks nice in them. As for jeans, they're just jeans. He still slicks his hair back in the same way he does for work simply out of habit.

Casual 2

He doesn't usually wear graphic shirts or anything similar, but the Komala sweater seems to be an exception. Poppy gave it to him, but she didn't know what size he wore. So, because he is so much bigger than her, she picked out the biggest size they had on the rack. Larry appreciated the gesture. He did put it in the wash to shrink it just enough to wear because he knew Poppy would want to see him wear it. He likes wearing sweats the most because they're comfortable and easy to pull on when he doesn't feel like dressing up.

Lounge

Just a simple t-shirt and shorts. Finally he let's his hair down. Allows it to get messy, but doesn't skip coming through it in the morning after waking up. He only ever wears shorts at home because he's a little embarrassed over showing his legs.

Sleep

The dad shirt was a father's day gift by Giacomo. The material is too thin for his liking to wear out, so he uses it as a sleep shirt. His pajama pants ranges from sweatpants to actual pajama pants, it just depends how he's feeling. He really doesn't get why Hassel and Rika call him weird for sleeping in his socks, as well as having "designated sleeping socks". Do they just like having freezing feet during the night? They're the weird ones, if you ask Larry.

Formal

Styling his hair differently, picking out a new tie, breaking out the vest and his other dress shoes— and he cleans up nice. He doesn't really put much effort into it, though. Just throws on one of his dress pants for work. Grabs one of his button downs for work. Only owns one belt so he tosses that into the mix, too.

Business casual

For company parties or small, kind of serious, get togethers with coworkers. It's just his work pants and shoes plus a more colorful button down. And excluding his tie. Nothing special about it.

Haha, it's my clothes :]

My favorite b99 slut shirt that I usually sleep in. My camo cargo pants. My cheap walmart boots with trans pride laces with which I love dearly. My buckle down galaxy belt. Pretend he's wearing Reptar socks, too. If I wanted to, I would have drawn him in my tomboy x sports bra and princess peach sweat pants, my typical sleep and lounge wear when my baggy clothes are causing some sensory problems so I'm dysphoric. In reality the slut shirt is more like a dress on me, but I suppose it maybe more well fitting on Larry because he's. He's taller than me dkshsksj